Page 71 of Bear With Me

“Your hair,” Dennis pointed out, and seized a third towel to blot Bjorn’s dripping locks. He clumsily tried to make a turban of the towel for Bjorn, but couldn’t quite manage it.

Bjorn grinned. Clearly his mate had never had long hair. “I’ll get it.” He tucked Dennis’s towel around him and stepped back just enough to towel the water out of his own hair. While he might normally wrap his hair up to dry over a longer period, if they were going to be rolling around in bed, which he sincerely hoped they would be, a turban would just be one more thing for them to get tangled in.

“You look like a drowned chihuahua,” Dennis teased, picking up a piece of Bjorn’s damp, dangling hair. “I mean, a sexy drowned chihuahua, but still.”

“A sexy…drowned chihuahua?” Bjorn asked, raising his eyebrows skeptically. “Is there something you need to tell me about your proclivities, mate?”

Dennis chuckled. “Don’t get smart with me, dickhead. C’mon.” He opened the bathroom door, peeked out to make sure Gran hadn’t snuck in, and then tugged Bjorn toward the bed.

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Dennis

So. He had a mate. Well, he didn’t quite have him yet, but he fully intended to have him within the next half-hour or so. Dennis wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about letting Bjorn chomp down on his neck – sounded pretty painful, after all - but he knew it was part of them becoming mates officially, and somehow he…wanted that? What the fuck had even happened to him over the last week? How had he gone from absolutely not to oh fuck, yeah?

“Mate?” Bjorn asked tentatively, eyeing Dennis dubiously, and Dennis realized he’d been standing just inside their bedroom in silence for too long.

He offered a reassuring smile. “Hey. Sorry. I was having a moment.”

“A good moment?” Bjorn still looked tentative, as if he were waiting for Dennis to snap back at him that no, it was a horrible moment.

His poor mate, so worried. “A very good moment,” he assured him. “I was thinking that it was crazy how I’ve changed my mind so completely.”

Bjorn’s eyes widened. “Really? Completely? You swear?”

Dennis kissed him firmly, then squeezed his ass for good measure. “I promise, Bjorn. We’re doing this. And, hey, if it pisses off your parents, so much the better,” he added with a grin.

“We…we need to talk about stuff. Life stuff, I mean. At some point.” Bjorn was practically stammering, either from excitement or apprehension.

“At some point,” Dennis agreed, and groped Bjorn’s ass again. “But not right now. Right now we’re gonna fuck.” He paused, considering. “Or…make love? Man, that sounds squishy. But ‘fuck’ sounds too harsh. So I guess we’re making love.”

“Oh, love,” Bjorn said, practically melting at his words. “I…I don’t even know what to say.”

Dennis shrugged carelessly. “How about we kiss instead of talking, then?”

“I like that idea!” Bjorn chirped, and promptly bent to press his lips to Dennis’s. The kiss grew rapidly out of control, and before he even knew what he was doing, Dennis had practically climbed his mate. His feet were off the floor, Bjorn was supporting him with his hands under his ass, and they were making out like crazed teenagers in a backseat.

“Bed,” Bjorn gasped into his mouth.

“Yeah.” He didn’t let go though, and after a second, Bjorn realized he wasn’t going to and toted him over to the bed like a parcel.

Bjorn chuckled as he knelt to put Dennis down on the mattress. “You’re suddenly very touchy-feely.”

Dennis raised an eyebrow. “You complainin’?”

“Hell no.”

Nodding firmly at that, Dennis flopped back on the bed and opened his arms. “C’mere, big guy.”

Bjorn took no persuading and quickly dropped down to lie alongside his mate, running his hand down Dennis’s bare, damp chest. “I owe you an orgasm.”

“Hmm, you do. It was very generous of your mate to get you off in the shower, wasn’t it?”

Bjorn grinned. “My mate is the absolute best.”

“You bet your ass he is.” Ok, flirting was all well and good, and he was enjoying it, but damn, he wanted in that ass. Dennis rolled on top of his mate and tried to grind their hips together, dismayed to realize they were both still wearing their towels. “Oops.” He reached down and yanked his off and tossed it aside, then tried to do the same to Bjorn’s but found it caught between them. He’d have to move off the other man to remove the towel. No fair! He tugged again, just in case it worked.

Bjorn laughed, then winced and dropped his hand to still Dennis’s. “Careful; that cloth is rough against the bits.”