He returned to the table with a full plate and Dean watched him eat with a satisfied smile.
“What?” Colton asked between bites. “What is it?”
Dean lovingly looked at him. “Nothing. It’s just been a long time since I made this meal for anyone. I’m glad you like it.”
“I don’tlikeit. I fuckingloveit! You’re definitely going to have to make this for me again.”
Dean laughed. “Sure. But next time you can help. I’ll teach you how to do it. It’s actually pretty easy.”
Colton lifted his glass for a toast. “You got a deal.”
Colton paused after his sip of wine. “Have you ever played golf, Dean?”
“Miniature golf. Does that count?”
“No, it certainly does not.” Colton shook his head with a laugh.
Dean chuckled. “Then no. Why do you ask?”
“I’m in a charity golf tournament at Pebble Beach in a couple of months. I was wondering if you’d want to be in my foursome.”
Dean’s mind reeled at the idea of being in a foursome with Colton, but he was certainly not thinking about golf.
“I’d love to. But, having never done it, I’m pretty sure I’ll suck at it. I'd probably just bring down your score.”
Colton smiled again. “It’s a charity event, so it’s not really about the score or winning. It’s going to be PGA pros and celebrities raising money for the children’s hospital. Please say yes. We’ll have fun.”
“Okay, I’m in! But can you teach me how to play, and maybe help me get some practice first? I don’t want to look like a complete idiot, if that’s at all humanly possible.”
“It’s not,” Colton teased. “But yes, I’ll teach you how to play before the tournament.”
After they finished their meal, Dean cleared the table and cleaned the dishes before they opened another bottle of wine and spent the rest of the evening on the roof, listening tomusic, enjoying the views of the bay, and talking about anything, everything, and absolutely nothing.
“Did you have a nice birthday?” Dean clinked his glass.
Colton smiled from ear to ear, his blue eyes sparkling like diamonds. “Dean, I can honestly say this is the best birthday I’ve ever had. Thank you for the gifts, thank you for that amazing meal, thank you for the company, and thank you for going to all this trouble and making this a wonderful night.”
Dean refilled Colton’s glass of wine. “Of course. What are friends for? Here’s to many more fabulous birthday dinners.”
Chapter 18
Colton
Colton slumped onto the sofa in his condo, ready to relax after a tough week of practice. He dropped his head back and closed his eyes with a deep exhale. His mind immediately wandered to Dean showering after their tequila infused evening, his naked body one big, wavy block of muscle standing under the steaming spray, water rolling down the back of his head and strong, deep valleys of his back. The drops of water dripping off his bangs and the tip of his nose, rolling down his undulating abs and dripping off the tip of his thick, hanging cock.
Colton’s breathing became deeper, jagged. Even in his mind, Dean took his breath away, and the mental image made him hard as steel. He slid one hand under his shirt and began circling one of his nipples with his fingers, gently swirling around the sensitive areola, flicking the nipple. His other hand slid into his shorts, grabbing his rock-hard cock. He closed his eyes, gently moaning, stroking his cock. He licked the tip of his finger andreturned it to his chest, circling the nipple, then running his hand down his abs and back up to his chest. He lifted his hips and slid off his shorts, his hard cock catching the waistband and slapping back across his abs. He continued to lazily stroke, coaxing a drop of pre-cum from the head of his cock.
Colton swirled the pre-cum, lifting it slightly off the head, then smearing it around his tip.
He imagined Dean, turning to him in the shower, grabbing his own meaty piece, stroking with Colton.
C’mon, Colton, stroke with me. He fantasized about the two of them doing just that, picking up speed and intensity on his cock, slamming his hand all the way to the base of his cock with each hammering stroke.
“Yeah, Dean, stroke that cock for me.” He moaned, pounding and gently thrusting his hips upward.
He imagined Dean leaning forward and smacking his cock against the wet glass wall between them, teasing Colton to go harder and faster.
Colton ran his finger from his nipple down between his legs, cupping his balls, rubbing his taint, circling his hole. Feverishly stroking his cock, with Dean matching his strokes in his mind, Colton parted his lips, panting.
