“Are you going to question everything I say?”Sully teased, taking one last sip of his beer before setting it down for good.“Because if so, I’m going to just start undressing you now.”
Dean wriggled with what looked like almost manic glee, nodding just as feverishly.“Yes, please.”
Eager to please, Sully’s fingers clasped the hem of Dean’s shirt.The skin beneath was soft and warm as it brushed, ever so gently, against his fingertips.Dean purred, shivering as Sully gently tugged the shirt a little higher.Beneath, just above the waistband of his jeans, Dean’s soft, fleshy belly quivered and hitched, offering a glimpse of that pale, untouched flesh Sully craved to caress in every conceivable way.Knead it like dough and pinch it like sugar and pull it like ...like...
Later,he promised himself, dragging the shirt gently higher as Dean’s breathing grew ragged and helpless.Sully’s eyes widened as the soft, rippling t-shirt revealed more and more flesh by degrees, pale and smooth and aching to be touched and savored.Gently, the soft fabric crested Dean’s chest, taut and flat and marked by two perfectly shaped nipples, puffy and plump and aglow in the kitchen’s dim lighting.
Raising the shirt just a bit higher, Sully couldn’t resist the temptation to glance the thick, hard pads of his thumbs across each one, relishing in the slight, warm, smooth touch, even as the simplest of gestures turned poor, virgin Dean into a whimpering, trembling pile of aching desire.He sucked in breath, the sound as harsh and sudden as the twitching of his lithe, lean little body against the stainless steel counter at his back.
Sully smirked knowingly and dragged the shirt even higher, Dean dutifully lifting his arms as if they’d done this a hundred, a thousand, times before.
“Good boy,” Sully praised as the shirt rose to cover Dean’s face, the pace almost glacial now as Sully admired the smooth expanse of his lover’s torso, hard and soft in equal measure, the perfect balance for a virgin boy like Dean.And, Sully thought, a hungry boy like himself.As the shirt slid above Dean’s head, Sully found him blushing, quietly, eyes heavy-lidded and lips gently parted.
The shirt slid up his arms, Sully tossing it atop the kitchen counter he’d only have to clean again in the morning.“Wait,” Sully insisted as Dean started to lower his arms, admiring the pale, smooth, utterly hairless flesh beneath each one.He’d never seen such a thing of beauty before, his other lovers, few as they were, always hairy and butch and macho to the core.“Are these ...do you shave them?”
Dean’s blush was sudden and revealing.“I like them that way,” he insisted, nodding and lowering his arms just the same.
Sully blinked in wide wonder.“And you do that for ...yourself?”
Dean nodded, arms gently crossed over his chest as if he hadn’t just begged Sully to take his shirt right the fuck off of him.“Why?”Sully croaked.“I mean, if by your own admission, no one’s going to see it anyway?”
Dean shrugged, soft shoulders smooth and bare.“It just feels good,” he insisted.“To pamper myself.To feel myself.To practice self-care and do something sexy even if ...if I’m the only one to ever see it.”
Sully smirked, nodding at the jeans gently sagging off Dean’s narrow waist.“And down there?”he croaked, almost too excited to speak.“Do you do the same?Down there?”
Dean jutted out his chin and smirked right back.“You’ll just have to keep going to find out.”
“Your wish,” he grunted, sinking down onto one knee at Dean’s feet.“But first, these sneakers.”
“I can do those,” Dean insisted, still frozen in place, knuckles white as he gripped the kitchen counter.
“All part of the fantasy, right?”Sully teased, quietly undoing the gently knotted laces atop each foot.
“Not really,” Dean confessed, warm breath on the back of Sully’s neck as he bent at his lover’s feet.“I was mostly concerned about the clothes.”
“I dunno,” Sully mused, gently lifting one leg to tug the sneaker off before gently dragging free the sock.“Some guys think this is pretty fucking sexy.”
“D-do you?”Dean stammered as Sully repeated the process on the other foot, until he returned to a standing position, glancing down as Dean wriggled his bare little toes.
“Fucking hell,” he spat, admiring a half-naked Dean with something very much like awe.“There isn’t a part of you I don’t find sexy right now, Dean.”
“That’s just cuz you’re horny.”
“That’s just cuz you’re pretty, pretty boy.”Sully fumbled with the button of Dean’s jeans, hearing another gasp of breath sucked in through those pretty little lips.“Last chance,” he warned, even as he gently slid the zipper down.“Second thoughts?Cold feet?”
Dean merely shook his head, fluttering those wispy blond lashes as if batting away each and every one of Sully’s remaining arguments for why this was the dumbest-ass, hair-brained-est, stupidest fucking idea in all of Clay County.
“Okay then,” he grumbled, rough and hoarse way down in his throat, wriggling Dean’s jeans lower only to find a pair of soft cotton briefs hiding seductively beneath.“Wow,” was all he could say.
“They’re comfy, okay?”Dean insisted, wriggling and lifting and contorting until, at last, Sully had tugged the jeans completely free.This time, Sully was too entranced to toss them atop the counter with Dean’s shirt but, instead, merely let them fall with a whisper to the kitchen’s skid-free concrete floor.
“Comfy is one word,” Sully muttered, reaching for the waistband as Dean’s soft little belly did another little dance of desire just above it.“Sexy is another.Fuck, baby, I can see right through these things.”
“Only because ...because...”They both glanced down at the same exact time.
“They’re so wet?”Sully finished for him, admiring the silver dollar size stain that was spreading from the tip of Dean’s surprisingly skinny, achingly long cock.“And it’s so ...big?”
Dean blushed, wriggling as he stood, practically naked but not.Quite.Yet.“It’s average,” he insisted as Sully quietly slid the waistband down gently lower.
