Chapter Ten
Sully
“Correction, Dean.”
Sully towered over Dean, cowering with his back to the counter and looking up at him with big, brown, beseeching eyes.“What would youlikeme to do to you?”
Dean gasped involuntary, a slight shudder rippling through his petite body.“Do I have to say it?”he croaked, voice cracking as if he’d just reached puberty at that precise moment.“Do I have to say it ...out loud?”
Sully nodded, enjoying their sudden game of cat and mouse.“If you want me to do it to you, Dean,” Sully murmured, reaching out a hand to brush across the soft, blond stubble that covered his pretty little head.“Yes, you have to say it.Out loud.”
Dean nodded, bit his lip and grinned up at him.“Well, in that case ...I’ve always had this fantasy of ...of...”
Sully was hanging on every word, entranced by the elfin little beauty at his feet.“Of what?”he asked.Too loudly.Too eagerly.Too obviously.Dean had come to him, after all.Crept across the deserted street, knocked on his door and broken their deal to wait overnight before taking things a “little further.”
Sully was supposed to be playing it cool, hard to get, cocky and suave and aloof, but one look at those big brown eyes and those soft, pink lips and all his resolve was shattered, just like that.
“Tell me, Dean,” he practically gushed, too impatient, horny, and desperate for his own damn good.“Tell me your fantasy and I’ll make it come true.Right here.Right now.”
Dean merely nodded.“Nothing,” he lied.“It’s just, I’ve always wanted another man to ...undress me?”His confession took on a questioning tone, one Sully was suddenly all too eager to answer.When Sully stood, stunned in shocked disbelief, Dean rushed in to fill the quiet, empty space.“You know, take my shirt off, drag it over my head with my hands up in the air, his big, strong fingertips dragging up my ribcage.Unbutton my pants and unzip them and ...and...”
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Sully blurted, admiring the simple outfit Dean had chosen to wear that day.
“Yeah?”Dean sounded uncertain, shifting from foot to foot in the quiet, cramped kitchen.“You think?”
“You have to ask?”Sully muttered, fingers already itching to make Dean’s fantasy come true.
“I mean, I know it’s not very edgy or exciting, but ...it is to me.”
“Me, too,” Sully gushed, their eyes meeting furtively.“And believe it or not?It’s a fantasy of mine, too.”
Dean somehow found the balls to reach out with one obviously trembling hand and take a swipe at the sash of Sully’s robe.“Silly, you’ve already undressed yourself.”
Sully felt the swish of the robe against his thickening cock, aching and tender and vulnerable to Dean’s many charms, just like the rest of him.“No,” he admitted sheepishly.“I’ve always wanted someone to undress.That way.Just like you described it.Slow and soft and tender, like ...like lovers would.Foreplay, you know?”
“But you said, you’ve done this before.”
“Donestuffbefore,” Sully insisted.“Rushed, rough, grunting stuff.Anonymous stuff, fast and hard and secret.Nothing like this, Dean.And with no one like you.”
Dean cocked his head, as if hearing the crack in Sully’s suddenly taut throat.“Yeah?”
“Why do you think I’m pacing around in this stupid kitchen, in this stupid robe, in the middle of the night?Because youhaven’tturned my world straight upside down?”
“I have?”
