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for fear of hurting him, or fucked him brutally hard without regard to his comfort or pleasure. Sommer did neither. His movements were perfect, thrusting hard enough to rattle Dean’s bones and send electricity arcing through his body from his gland, but with enough control that Dean knew he wouldn’t be hurting later.
He felt like Goldilocks, having sampled far too many men who were Too Little or Too Much in bed and finally finding one who was Just Right. The thought was so strange, it drew a strangled laugh from him.
“Something funny?” Sommer panted, not breaking his rhythm for a second.
Shaking his head, Dean reached up to caress the strong, lean arms keeping Sommer’s full weight off him. “Just really liking where I am right now. Underneath you, with your cock up my ass.”
“Good. I like it too.” Sommer gave a particularly hard thrust, causing a drop of sweat to roll off his chin and onto Dean’s face. He bent and licked it off. “Fuck, you feel good. Gonna come soon.”
Dean wanted to tell Sommer how close he was, how amazing it felt having Sommer fuck him, but the sudden swelling of Sommer’s shaft inside him robbed him of speech. Moaning, he buried both hands in Sommer’s hair and pulled him down into a deep, wet kiss.
Sommer growled. His thrusts lost their rhythm, his hips pistoning in short, sharp strokes which zinged over Dean’s gland and made him tremble all over. Dean let out a keening wail as orgasm washed over him, the sound muffled by Sommer’s mouth on his. His semen spread warm and slick over his belly just as Sommer jerked and gasped into the kiss. Dean felt Sommer’s cock pulse as he came.
In a brief blaze of semi-coherence, Dean wondered what it meant that they’d come at the same time, or if it meant anything at all. He’d never come at the exact same time as a lover before. It was good—wonderful, in fact—but the fact that it had happened with a stranger made him uncomfortable. It ought to be something special, an experience to share with someone he loved rather than a one-night stand.
Take what you can get , he admonished himself, stroking Sommer’s hair as the kiss turned slow and languid. No way you’ll ever have another relationship longer than a few months, and you’ll sure as hell never find someone else to love, so be grateful for the good stuff when you get it.
Eventually, Sommer broke the kiss and gave Dean a wide, bright smile. “Wow.”
Laughing, Dean tucked a hank of sweat-damp hair behind Sommer’s ear. “You said it.”
Drawing his softening cock carefully from Dean’s hole, Sommer took the condom off and dropped it over the side of the bed onto the floor. He flopped onto his back, one arm stretched out toward Dean. “Come here.”
Dean’s sense of emotional self-preservation warned him against lying in Sommer’s arms in the afterglow. He didn’t cuddle with his casual fucks, and he couldn’t afford to start thinking of Sommer as anything more than that. But the man’s bare chest with its sprinkling of dark hair made a tempting pillow, and he saw nothing in those brown eyes but the simple desire to hold him.
Such honesty was rare in Dean’s experience, and he found it irresistible. Rolling over, he molded his body to Sommer’s and let his head rest on Sommer’s chest. He slid an arm around Sommer’s waist and slung a leg over his thigh. Sommer’s arms went around him, and a kiss was pressed to the top of his head. He sighed, his body relaxing in Sommer’s embrace. He felt warm, safe and content.
Maybe, he thought as his eyes drifted closed, he could handle this post-sex snuggling thing after all.
Chapter Four
    In his dream, Dean heard drums. The rhythmic thumping wound through his subconscious, nudging him ever-so-gently toward wakefulness. As frequently happened when he dreamed, he was fully aware of being asleep, his dream cradling him in warm, living darkness like being back in the womb. It was strangely comforting, and he didn’t want to