Speaking of cake, mine is pressed firmly into Dean’s sleepy hard-on. Because we’re spooning. Of course we are.
And we’re horny.Of course we are.
If anything, we can pretend this is just physical given how often we joke about it, but for me, again, I can only be physical because I know him.
And after knowing him for a couple of months, he’s a good fucking friend. In all meanings of the word. So maybe I have to enjoy it while I can. Who knows the next time someone is gonna be as patient as he was for me to warm up to him, and—oh god, the idea of doing this with someone else makes my chest physicallyhurt. Jesus Christ, I don’t even want to think about how different Dean has been from other guys.
I need a distraction, as usual. How often I need those doesn’t exactly bode well for my well-being, but it isn’t like those are limited, not with how accessible Dean and I make ourselves to each other. Holding my breath, I ignore the implications of that last part and arch my back slowly, sticking my butt harder into him. If he wakes up, I can pretend I was just moving around in my sleep. If he’s already awake?—
He moans, all deep and sultry.
Perfect.
I roll around to face his warm, solid body. “You awake?” I whisper.
“Yeah.”
The mumbled reply into my neck is all I need, and I stick a hand down and drag a slow line up Dean's morning wood, smiling into his neck when he lets out a labored sigh.
“Want more?” I ask.
“Nick.” The way he says my name, all tired and gravelly, makes my core heat up. “What time is it?”
I give him a squeeze, and he presses forward into my touch. “Cum time.”
Snorting, he lifts the waistband of his loose, silky sleep pants over my hand, and I curl around his cock, stroking him slowly. “But seriously, what time is it?”
“Too early for anyone else to be awake.” It’s dark, so he can’t see me, but I smile anyway as I thumb a drop of wetness around under his dickhead and bring him to full mast.
He pulls away, and I’m about to protest when I realize he’s just turning a fan on and grabbing a drink of water. “What did I say about having sex here?”
Wait—he’sstilltrying to stick to that rule? That only means I have to be alittlemore convincing.
“That you don’t want your parents to hear, and they won’t.” Then I climb on top of Dean’s tired body to kiss him, and his greedy hands go right to my biceps.
I flex. “Have I convinced you yet?”
“Maybe.” His fingers travel along my arms and onto my chest. “It's dark, so I need to remember what your body looks like.”
Oh?I nudge his arms aside and lower myself onto his body, making sure he can feel my pecs on his.
Thank god we’ve both taken to sleeping shirtless with each other. Waking up skin on skin?Fuck, it's unmatched.
He huffs out a quiet curse, which goes right to my balls. Call me self-centered, but knowing I can shut Dean's brain off simply byexistingis a bigger turn-on than I thought. Barely a month ago,I didn't want anyone else to be attracted to me like this. Now that I can give his energy right back, I can't get enough. Mostly because Dean is… I don't know how China grades meat, but I'm sure there's a way to say tender, juicy prime cut.
“This good enough?” I ask, biting at his jaw. He taught me that move pretty early on, and I've stolen it for my own nefarious purposes.
His fingernails dig into my back, telling me how desperate he’s getting. “I think so.”
“You aresoquick to fold,” I tease, taking position above his crotch, easing the waistband over his tenting erection with one hand while grabbing my own water bottle with the other. “You want some head?”
“Fuck.” Dean’s words leave in a chuckle, and even in the dark, I can tell he’s smiling. “Yes. How the hell do you expect me to refuse?—”
He cuts his words off the second I lean down and plant my hands on his thighs, making them flex as I tease my fingertips up and down his sensitive skin. His hard cock quivers when I grip the base, and without waiting, I take him into my mouth, licking up his precum and sucking him deep.
Oh, man. I'll never get tired of this, the feeling of his shaft pulsing and pressing every vein into my lips. He writhes when I clench around the tip, and when he lets out a breath that’s a little too loud, I slide off.
“Shh.”
