Colton laughed. “We could do a lot with this. How about a bowling alley?”
“Bowling alley, racquetball court, archery range, hockey rink…anything you want, baby.” Dean kissed his cheek.
“You’re so good to me, Dean. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve this.”
“Well, you fucking won the lottery, that’s for sure!” Dean winked and kissed his hand. “No, but really, nothing gives me more pleasure than taking care of you. I still have the contractorwho did the loft, so we can begin planning whenever you’re ready.”
Colton wrapped his arms around Dean’s waist. “I think I’m ready for round two, you filthy little whore.”
Dean laughed. “Okay Goose, ya big stud. Take me to bed or lose me forever!”
Colton raised his eyebrows.
“It’s fromTop Gun.Geez! We havegotto get you caught up on pop culture.”
Colton laughed, picked Dean up by the back of his legs, and carried him to bed.
Chapter 33
Colton
Colton rested his arm on the open window of his G Wagon, letting the warm air caress his face as he drove up the coast. He was heading up to his parents’ place, a short drive, only fifty miles north of San Francisco.
He’d been seeing Dean for a couple of months now, even moved in together, but he still hadn’t told his parents.
He’d finally worked up the courage to do it.
He felt nauseous, his stomach in knots, and he was having trouble swallowing. If he wasn’t careful, he could easily talk himself into turning around and going back home.
Going back and fucking Dean six ways to Sunday would be a much more pleasurable afternoon.
But Colton was determined to be better for Dean, to be honest with himself and with the people closest to him. So that meant he had to come out to his parents, before he chickened out. Again.
Having heard Dean’s coming out story, and the coming out stories of so many kids at the shelters, Colton feared what might happen after he told his parents.
They loved him, he knew that.
But he also knew their plan for his life, which didn’t include him dating a man. They wanted the wife, kids, and the picket fence, while dying a slow boring death in some suburb.
Decidedly the opposite of what Colton wanted anymore.
He pulled into the driveway and took a long, calming breath as he stared up at his childhood home.
It was a palatial house, grand and opulent. Both Colton’s parents were professional athletes. His father had also played in the NFL, winning three championships, and his mother played pro tennis. Money had never been an issue for Colton and his family.
He took one last deep breath and approached the door.
“Colton! What a surprise!” His mom kissed his cheek, ushering him into the house. “What are you doing here? You can’t possibly need money. And I’m not about to do your laundry.” She teased.
Colton chuckled and kissed her cheek. “Hey, Mom. I didn't know I needed a reason to come visit my parents.”
“Well, considering you haven’t darkened our door since Christmas...” Mary retorted with a wink. “Come in, you can help me in the kitchen.”
They made their way down the central corridor of the house, passing through a massive great room that opened into a large, open concept kitchen and dining area in the back of the house. The appliances were all stainless steel, with dark walnut cabinetry, and milky white quartz countertops.
A vast array of ingredients and bowls was spread across the central island. It looked like the refrigerator exploded.
Colton looked over the cluttered, messy island. “What exactly am I helping you with?”
