They clinked and sipped.
Colton looked at Dean with a wide grin and tipsy, sappy eyes. “My day ismuchbetter now, thanks to you. My fucking cheeks hurt from laughing!” He stared at Dean, still smiling. He didn’t really know what to say. He just smiled, appreciating Dean for everything that he was…a superstar, a comedian, a calm in the storm, a friend.
“What is it?” Dean asked, taking another sip of tequila.
“Nothing. You just completely turned my day around, and I’m grateful.” Colton sobered a bit, feeling slightly embarrassed at how he was staring at Dean like a lovesick kid.
“Happy to help! But I think the tequila should get most of the credit,” he joked and elbowed him in the ribs.
But then, Dean reached down to gently take Colton’s hand. He lifted it to his face, and softly kissed the back of his hand. “I’d do anything for you, Colton,” he said in a soft, quiet voice.
Colton smiled, feeling a wave of warmth across his cheeks that was certainlynotfrom the tequila, and rested his head on his shoulder. “Thank you, Dean.”
A few hours later, Colton woke with a monstrous hangover.
He shook the sleep from his eyes and assessed the situation. He was sleeping on Dean’s sofa, still in his clothes from the night before. He could smell coffee brewing, but Dean was nowhere in sight as he sat up and looked around the loft. He could make out the sound of a shower somewhere near the bedroom, so he slowly stood and made his way toward it. Walking through the bedroom, he noted that the bed was still made. Maybe Dean had slept, or passed out, on the sofa too? He reached the door of the bathroom and called out, “Dean?”
“Hey! Come on in.”
“No. It’s ok. I‘m good.”
“Colton, for Christ's sake, you’ve already seen me naked. What’s the big deal? Come in.”
Colton took a breath and reluctantly entered the bathroom.
Dean was showering, the morning sun flowing through the window behind him, engulfing him in a golden silhouette. The glass-enclosed shower sprayed Dean’s body from multiple angles as water rolled down his beautiful, muscular body.
His wet hair hanging in front of his face made Colton skip a breath. The water dripped from his bangs and the tip of his nose; so fucking sexy.
Colton had seen hundreds, probably thousands, of naked men in his life…all shapes and sizes, showering just like Dean was now, but never before had it elicited this type of response.
Dean was different.
Dean was…spectacular.
And Colton could only stare and appreciate the beauty before him.
Dean turned and pointed to the mirror over the sink. “Pain relievers, medicine chest, top shelf.”
“Thank you!” Colton opened the cabinet, fumbled with the cap, and gobbled up two extra-strength acetaminophen.
“I’m almost done here. I’ll leave the water on for you.”
Dean stepped out of the shower and Colton suddenly couldn’t concentrate, with Dean’s thick cock flopping around while he dried off. He couldn’t look away. It felt like everything was moving in slow motion. When Dean wrapped the towel around his waist, time reset to normal, and Colton could finally focus.
“How you feeling?” Dean stepped to him and patted his shoulder.
“Like hammered shit.” Colton did his best not to notice the little drops of water on his friend's skin.
“Same. Gotta love tequila.”
“Ooh! Don’t even say that word, Dean!” Colton pressed a finger to his temple.
Dean moved really close to Colton’s face and muttered. “Tequila, tequila, tequila, tequila.”
Colton laughed and shoved him backwards. “Dumbass!”
“But we had fun, right?”
