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stomach. The fingers of his other hand remained buried in Dean’s ass, sliding and twisting, curling every few seconds to nail his prostate.
Dean kept his gaze fixed on the ceiling and let Sommer play with him. If he looked into Sommer’s eyes, the longing for something more than a great fuck might take him over. He wasn’t ready for that.
A slick, wet tongue dug into the bend of his hip, and he drew a sharp breath. A cool dry scent like old books and dust wound through the stronger smells of sweat, come and desire. Something about it, the normalcy of it in the midst of sex, made his heart ache.
The mattress shifted, the pressure vanishing from Dean’s ass, and Sommer’s face appeared above him. “Dean? Are you okay?”
Apprehension and uncertainty radiated from Sommer, and Dean felt a twinge of guilt. It’s not his fault I’m all fucked up and scared of relationships. He probably doesn’t want one anyway. We’re just fucking, that’s all. Stop trying to make it something it’s not.
Summoning a smile, Dean cupped Sommer’s face in his hands and drew him down for a gentle kiss. “I’m fine. But I think you shorted out my brain.”
Relief echoed in Sommer’s laugh. “You said you could get hard again. I hope you can, because I’m going to want you to come again when I fuck you.”
A delicious shiver ran up Dean’s spine. “Damn, I love how bossy you get in bed. That’s so hot.”
“You like that, huh?”
“Mm-hm.”
“You get off on being ordered around?”
“Only during sex. Try it any other time, you probably wouldn’t like the result. Just ask my boss.” Dean nipped Sommer’s bottom lip, then licked away the sting. “But when it comes to fucking? Hell yeah. I love being told what to do.”
The teasing sparkle faded from Sommer’s eyes, and a dark hunger slid in to replace it. Dean stilled, waiting for whatever Sommer would say next. His cock twitched in anticipation.
To his disappointment, Sommer pushed up on his hands, scooted backward off the bed and stood up. “I’m going to finish undressing, then get the condoms and lube,” he explained before Dean could say anything.
Dean let his eyelids droop to half-mast. “And what do I do while you get naked and grab the goods?”
Leaning over, Sommer brushed a kiss across Dean’s knee. “Rub that come all over yourself. Eat some of it. I think that would be hot.”
“Yeah.” Dean scooped up a bit of spunk with one finger. He stuck the finger in his mouth and sucked off the thick, bitter liquid, enjoying the way Sommer’s eyes hazed over at the sight. “Mmmm. Good.”
Sommer’s lips parted, but he didn’t say anything. Dean was glad. If Sommer wanted to taste his come, he really didn’t want to know. They were never going to get to that stage, so there was no point in thinking about it.
Sliding his hand into the rapidly drying semen splattered on his belly, Dean coated his fingers and brought them to his mouth. He licked each finger clean one by one.
Sommer groaned, his gaze darting back and forth between the drawer he was digging through and Dean’s display. “God, you’re hot.” He threw a condom and a bottle of liquid lube on the bed and reached down to pull his shoes off.
“Pot. Kettle,” Dean said, watching Sommer skin out of his jeans and underwear. Sommer’s cock sprang free and hit his belly with a damp smack. He was uncut, the foreskin pulled back so that the head glistened in the moonlight. Dean’s mouth watered. “Damn. I can’t wait to get that in me.”
The corner of Sommer’s mouth tugged up, making Dean’s chest tight. How could he already be addicted to the man’s smile?
“Good, because I can’t wait anymore.” Sommer climbed onto the bed, stalking Dean on hands and knees like a cat. His skin seemed to glow, the light shimmering over lean muscles as they shifted with his movement. His hair fell forward to shadow his face. Between his legs, his erect cock hung in silhouette. A pearl of pre-come gathered at