“We did.”
“Alright, you grab a shower. I’ll make us some breakfast.”
***
Dean
Colton began to disrobe and prepare for his shower. It took every bit of Dean’s resolve to not stand there and watch him get naked. Maybe Colton needed some help scrubbing his back?
He shook away the dirty thought and hustled to the kitchen before he could stop himself.
Showered and refreshed, Colton joined Dean in the kitchen. “Man, that shower is legit!”
Dean smiled and poured him some coffee. Colton looked stunning, still slightly rumpled, his hair still wet after his shower. He smelled of Dean’s shower gel, and Dean found himself wishing he could have that every morning.
“I’m making my famous Hangover Helper breakfast,” he proudly boasted.
“Does it work?” Colton took a sip of coffee.
“Oh yeah! I’ve had this many a morning after a hard night of partying. Perks you right back up!”
“I didn’t think you were a hard partier.” Colton took another sip of coffee and hummed. “Great coffee, by the way.”
“I'm not anymore, but back in the day, I was a little out of control. Too much drinking, drugs, and late, late nights. I used to get absolutely sloshed during my sets, and it negatively affected my performance. Sometimes, being young with unlimited money isn’t a good thing.” Dean sighed.
“I still drink beer or wine while I’m spinning, but nowhere near the amount I used to drink. If I’m in a bar or a venue, I’m working, on the clock, I have an important job to do. And if I’m on the clock, I’m not partying.”
Dean rested his elbows on the counter facing Colton. “We partied hard last night! That’s the first time in over a year for me, but I felt like you needed it.”
Colton smiled. “Ididneed it. I feel like shit, but I also feel so much better.”
Dean finished his Hangover Helper…a concoction of scrambled eggs, chorizo, beefy chili, and cheddar cheese, piled on top of hash browns. He joined Colton at the island and placed a plate in front of him.
Colton took a bite and moaned in delight. “Holy shit, this is delicious! I didn’t know you were such a good cook.”
Dean sipped his coffee before responding. “I’m just full of surprises.”
Colton smiled, but then his expression dropped. “Dean. Did we…doanything last night?”
Dean furrowed his brows in confusion. “What do you mean…Do anything?”
“Well, I remember you kissing my hand —totally fine, by the way…I liked it— but after that, I don’t remember much. I'm not sure if we went any further?” Colton timidly looked at Dean.
Dean put down his fork and leaned forward onto the island. He looked deep into his eyes, his gorgeous soul capturing eyes, blue like the Caribbean Ocean and sparkling like diamonds. “Colton. I wouldnevertake advantage of you. Look. If you want to fuck me, say the word and we’ll get to it. I’ll have you screaming my name in ten minutes. But I would never make a move on you while you were drunk. You have to know me better than that, right?”
Colton sighed, his shoulders dropping. “I know. I just wanted to be sure.”
Dean shot an intrigued look toward Colton. “Did…you…wantsomething to happen last night?”
Colton sputtered. “What? No. But…I just…I mean, we had a nice tender moment.” He shrugged. “And if something else did happen, I wanted to be sure I remembered it…you know?”
Dean melted. Sweet and timid was a look he kinda liked on Colton, but he could also tell he was conflicted as he tried to process his feelings and his recollections.
He decided to keep the mood light. “I know. I mean, if you’re going to get intomypants, you want to bedamnsure you remember the experience.” Dean stuck out his tongue and chuckled.
“You’re a fucking ass!” Colton laughed and shook his head.
Dean patted his hand reassuringly. “No, but seriously, Colton. You put your head on my shoulder and fell asleep. Then, I fell asleep about ten minutes later. That’s what happened.”
