Dean noticed the abrupt change. “What? What is it?”
Colton sighed. “I just realized I won’t see you for twelve weeks. What the hell am I gonna do?”
Dean hopped out of his chair and pulled Colton into a hug. “I know, it will suck. Say the word and I’ll cancel the whole damn thing.”
Colton squeezed him with a laugh. “Fuck no, you will not! I’m not gonna have your fans coming after me ‘cause you canceled.”
Dean stepped back and patted his shoulder. “It will be rough, but it’s only twelve weeks.” He smiled an evil grin. “And just think, we’ll get to try phone sex.”
Colton barked a loud laugh that turned everyone’s attention to them. “Oops. That was louder than I thought.”
Dean gave him a loving smile. “I love you, baby. I’ll see you at home tonight.”
He gave him a hug and a quick, hidden kiss on the cheek before returning to the stage to finish rehearsal.
Of course, Dean’s anxiety was unfounded. Tickets went on sale, and all shows sold out within an hour. Because of demand, they added second shows in nearly every city, which sold out as well.
Nothing pleased Colton more than to say "I told you so,", and he could see the relief in Dean’s entire body.
But he would miss Dean while he was on tour. How was he going to handle it? The entire building would be empty, just a shell with no life while they were on tour. Colton would take care of Cocoa while they were gone, of course. At least he’d have something to keep him occupied. But he knew she’d miss Dean too.
So, it would be Colton and Cocoa, miserable, both missing the man they loved…for twelve fucking weeks.
Fabulous. Just fabulous.
Chapter 37
Colton
Colton woke and rocketed out of bed, prickling with excitement. No need for coffee that particular morning, he was already jacked way the fuck up! The DJ DVLN World Tour was in town, performing at Levi’s Stadium. That meant Dean would be home with Colton for the next three days…in his arms, tongue in his mouth, cock in his ass, fucking all over their loft.
They’d been apart for the last six weeks, and Colton had been a complete ogre. He was amazed he hadn’t murdered anyone.
He'd always had a busy life, constantly traveling for games and tournaments. He hardly ever missed Sophie, or his parents, or his friends. Football was all he thought about or cared about.
But Dean had waltzed in and changed all that.
The loft was numbingly quiet without Dean, his laughter and his happy, incessant singing and dancing. Without Dean, the loft was lifeless, a mausoleum. And without a steady supply of Dean in his life, there was a noticeable vacuum. Never in his life had hefelt such emptiness, such a hole in his soul, as when Dean wasn’t with him. Every day, he felt sick to his stomach, his throat tight. It was a struggle to breathe without Dean.
Although they had spoken or FaceTimed every day during the tour up to that point, Colton couldn’t escape the loneliness that grew each minute they were apart.
And phone sex and video sex were not an acceptable alternative to having Dean's dick in his mouth. Colton couldn’t wait, and his cock jumped at the thought.
Colton heard the keys jangling in the door, and before Dean could fully enter the loft, Colton launched himself into his arms, crushing their mouths together. Dean stumbled against the door frame.
“Hi, baby. Miss me?” He giggled between kisses.
Colton buried his face in the crook of his neck, feeling the heat of his skin, deeply inhaling his scent. God he’d missed him!
He frantically kissed Dean’s lips, face, and neck…
“Hi baby…”
Kiss.
“I missed you…”
Kiss.
