Where The Heart Is: A Bay City Paranormal Investigations story

a lot of baking,” Sommer said, laughing along with Dean. “All my shortening tubs are this size.”
Dean grinned. “Please tell me you’re not gonna use that for cooking after this.”
“Oh sure. My ass-flavored biscuits are super popular.”
While Dean was still shaking with laughter, Sommer knelt between his legs, caressing his thighs. “Are you ready?”
Dean sobered instantly. He gazed up into Sommer’s warm brown eyes, heart racing. “Yeah. Ready.”
Taking another towel from a small stack on the mattress, Sommer folded one and tapped it against Dean’s ass. Dean obediently lifted his hips so Sommer could slide the folded towel underneath them. Pelvis thus tilted up, Dean hooked his hands behind his knees and lifted his legs up and apart.
“Mmmm. There’s that pretty little hole.” Eyes blazing, Sommer removed the lid from the can of shortening, scooped some onto his fingers and reached between Dean’s buttocks. A thickly greased finger rubbed firm circles across Dean’s anus before slipping inside him. Dean moaned, and Sommer smiled, pushing a second finger into Dean’s ass. “That’s it. Open up for me.”
Dean lost track of how much time passed while Sommer patiently worked him open. It could have been minutes, or hours, or even days. He didn’t know, and didn’t care. Having given himself into Sommer’s keeping, time no longer mattered. Every nerve in his body hummed and sparked in response to Sommer’s touch. He never wanted it to end.
Drunk on sensation, mind and body singing, Dean wondered if he and Sommer had fallen out of the stream of time completely. If maybe they’d spend the rest of eternity just like this, Dean spread and exposed, Sommer’s clever fingers sending him flying.
I wish we could. I don’t want to lose this, not ever.
Between Dean’s legs, the slow massage of Sommer’s fingers gave way to a feeling of steady pressure. Dean’s consciousness snapped into sharp focus. “Sommer…”
“Yes.” Leaning sideways, Sommer kissed the inside of Dean’s ankle. “Breathe, beautiful. Let me in.”
Dean drew a deep breath and blew it out. His body relaxed, and Sommer’s hand slid slowly through the ring of muscle and into his ass.
“Oh God,” Dean whispered, fingers digging into the backs of his thighs as his hole stretched to accommodate the width of Sommer’s knuckles. “God, yes. Oh.”
Sommer’s gaze flicked from Dean’s face to his ass and back again, features taut with concentration and dark eyes molten with desire. His hand pushed into Dean in one slow, smooth motion. Dean’s mouth opened in a nearly silent gasp of pleasure at the feel of Sommer’s long fingers folding into a fist inside him.
“God, you feel good inside,” Sommer murmured. He stilled, keeping his hand motionless. “So alive.”
If Dean could’ve formed words at that point, he would’ve agreed. He could feel his hole pulsing around Sommer’s wrist, adjusting to the intrusion. Unable to speak, Dean communicated his pleasure with a series of soft little “oh, oh, oh” sounds.
“Gonna move now,” Sommer whispered. “Okay?”
Dean nodded. “Please,” he rasped, forming the word with an effort.
Wrapping his free hand around Dean’s cock, he gave the fist in Dean’s ass a gentle twist. Dean moaned and spread himself wider. Nothing had ever felt as amazing as Sommer’s hand in him, filling him up and caressing his insides.
A tiny coherent part of Dean’s brain knew this would be a one-time experience. That part of him mourned the coming loss of something he’d only just realized he wanted to keep.
Thankfully, the vast majority of his mind was occupied with processing the overwhelming tide of sensation washing through his body. It made it easier to ignore the less-than-welcome realization of exactly what he felt for Sommer.
When Sommer’s hand began pumping inside him, moving in tiny pulses which sent shockwaves shooting through him, Dean couldn’t hold out any longer. “Ooooh, oh God,” he wailed, hips canting upward and eyes fluttering closed. “Sommer…”
“Yeah.” Sommer’s grip on Dean’s prick tightened, thumb nudging the plug enough to send electric jolts shooting up Dean’s shaft. Inside his ass, Sommer’s hand corkscrewed, hitting his prostate and tearing a keening cry from him. “Open your eyes, beautiful. Look at me.”
Forcing his eyes open, Dean focused on Sommer’s face. Sommer’s gaze caught and held his. The look in Sommer’s eyes, both lustful