He squeezed lube into his palm. Far too much. It dripped through his fingers onto the sheets, and we both froze.
Dean looked down in horror. “Jesus Christ.”
I laughed so hard I nearly choked.
He pointed at the mess. “The internet said to use a lot.”
“This is not a lot.Thisis an ecological disaster.”
“Ipanicked, all right?”
At that exact moment his knee shifted awkwardly on the mattress, and he nearly lost his balance. I grabbed his arm while he caught himself against the headboard, and for one horrifying second, I thought he was about to fall off the bed.
The sheer absurdity of it shattered the last of my nerves.
Dean started laughing first, then I did, and suddenly we half collapsed against each other, laughing so hard tears burned briefly behind my eyes.
“Olympic champion,” he murmured. “Defeated by lubricant.”
I kissed his arm. “But it was perfect.”
He buried his face against my shoulder, still laughing under his breath. “This isnothow I imagined seducing you.”
“You were the one who declared yourself wicked.”
“I didn’t realize wickedness required this much upper body coordination.”
I kissed him again before he could continue, softer this time, longer, and the laughter faded gradually between us until all that remained was warmth and breath and the slow slide of Dean’s fingers through mine.
He shifted his hand down my body until he reached my cock, and I spread for him, drawing my knees up to my chest.
“Well, I know whatyouwant,” he teased.
“If you need lube, there’s some on the sheets,” I suggested, trying my best to keep a straight face.
That earned me another mock glare. “Rub it in, why don’t you?”
I looked at the bed, then feigned innocence. “Oh, is that what we’ve been doing wrong? We should be rubbing it in instead of spilling it everywhere?”
Dean stared at me before groaning and dropping his forehead to my shoulder.
“Oh my God,” he muttered. “You’re getting worse.”
“Worse?”
“Yeah. You used to be all controlled and intimidating.” He lifted his head enough to gaze at me with narrowed eyes. “Nowyou make terrible sex jokes with a straight face.”
“I learned from Americans.”
“Thatis slander.”
I laughed as Dean shook his head, still grinning. Then his expression shifted again, and the warmth I saw there stole my breath.
He leaned in close, brushing his nose against mine. “I really like this version of you.”
My chest tightened at the words.
He grabbed the bottle of lube again, squeezing it with care.
