Dean nodded quietly.“Okay, sure, maybe.”
“Well then...”Sully grumbled before his aimless dispute drifted away.
Inspired, Dean looked him up and down, admiring the smooth, marbled chest beneath the robe’s fluffy purple lapels.“I’ll give you a compliment,” he insisted, setting down his half-empty beer for good and propelling himself off the kitchen counter at his back.“Or two.”
“What are you doing?”Sully’s voice was low and deep, and clearly not just because he thought someone else in the deserted country bar might hear.
“You said today we could take things a little further, right?”
“Yeah, and...”Sully reached down to gently clutch the butcher block behind him.
“Well, this is me taking things a little further.”
“I think you’ve come just about far enough,” Sully grunted, making no move to stop him.
Dean inched just close enough to reach his host’s fuzzy purple robe.“That why you locked the door behind us, Sully?”he murmured, risking a trembling hand to gently run up the lapel of one side of the robe.“That why you cracked open a couple of beers in the middle of the night?”
“Dean,” Sully croaked as he shifted uncomfortably beneath Dean’s gentle caresses up and down the soft, fluffy lapel.“By getting closer I meant, like, brunch at the Cracked Egg Café.Maybe a walk through Patchwork Park, you know.Casual.Simple.Safe...”
“You want safe?”Dean asked, hardly believing his big, blue balls at the moment.“That’s why you took me to a restaurant two towns away?That’s why you parked around the corner?Under a shady tree?And kissed me senseless by the side of your big, red truck?”
Sully arched one eyebrow.“What’s gotten into you, kid?”
“Your tongue, for one,” Dean teased, licking his lips and still tasting the sizzle and crackle of that first, gushing French kiss.
“Jesus,” Sully snorted.“You are something else.”
Dean nodded, clutching the other lapel gently.“Iamsomething else,” he marveled, suddenly realizing it.“You made me something else.And now you can’t take it back.”
“It was just a kiss, Dean.”
“Not to me it wasn’t,” Dean insisted, clutching the lapels more urgently.“As first kisses go, that was ...fireworks, Sully.”
Sully grinned.“Felt pretty electric to me, too, Dean.”
“Wanna try for Round Two?”Dean asked, already inching onto his tiptoes to reach his long, rangy partner’s gently pursed lips.
“Sure, kid,” Sully teased.“Isn’t that why you came over here in the first place?”
Dean kissed him silent.Slower this time, gentler, too.It was a soft, smooth, lazy kiss.No rush, no hurry, a whole, spotless kitchen to themselves in the deep, dark of night.“No,” Dean gushed, sinking back down onto the soles of his feet and licking the fresh taste of Sully off his lips.“I came over here to see what’s under that robe, cowboy.”
Sully snorted and pushed Dean away with ease.Dean stumbled back, still breathless from their kiss.“Bullshit,” he drawled, inching closer in those purple, fluffy slippers.“You didn’t know what I’d have on, or even if I’d be here.”
Dean shrugged.“Caught me,” he teased, hands up in the air as if surrendering to the authorities.“Now what, cowboy?”
Sully grinned.“Now for your punishment, City Slicker.”
Dean swallowed.Hard.He wondered, idly, what a big, strong, strapping hunk like Sully could do to a slight little chump like him.A hard, naughty spanking, perhaps?Ropes and bonds?Toys and tools?Dean was far from adventurous.Hell, he was far from anything, being a V-card carrying, know nothing, do nothing virgin, but there was something about Sully that made Dean trust him.Even with a whip in his hand!
“W-w-what,” Dean stammered, backed against the counter once more as Sully hovered over him, somehow still managing to look menacing, not to mention totally adorbs, in a lavender bathrobe.And matching slippers!“Whatever will you do to me?
