“There,” Colton said once they were completely upright. They were face to face, practically nose to nose.
Colton had never noticed Dean’s beautiful brown eyes before, they were hazelnut-brown with little flecks of green. He lingered for a little longer than necessary, darting his glance from his lips to his beautiful eyes.
Colton quickly rebooted his system, helped Dean to the kitchen, and placed him on a barstool at the island.
He poured Dean a glass of lime-flavored seltzer water, Dean’s favorite drink.
“How’s your head?” he asked, pouring himself a drink.
“No complaints,” Dean said, with a smirk
Colton turned with a puzzled look. “Huh?”
Dean gave him a sly smile. “Think about it. Head. How's my head?” He simulated the act with his hand and mouth.
“Oooooh!”
“Yep, no one has complained about my head so far,” Dean joked.
“Give it time, my friend,” Colton hissed, moving over to the island.
Dean threw his head back and laughed loudly before wincing. “Ooh! My head.”
Colton shook his head. “You are too much! But it’s good to see you’re getting back to your old self, bad jokes and all.” He smiled and moved to Dean’s side.
“Okay, let’s see…” Colton gently touched the back of Dean’s head.
“Any blurred vision?”
“No.”
“Any nausea?”
“No.”
“Any dizziness?”
“No.”
“Any ringing in your ears?”
“No.”
“Any balance issues?”
“No.”
“And the headache?”
“Much better.” Dean turned his head with a warm smile.
Colton patted him on the back. “Great! I think you’ll be back to normal in a couple more days. I fucking love this shirt, by the way! I think I’m going to steal it.”
“Fuck no, you’re not! That’s my favorite shirt! I will hunt you down! I know where you live.”
Colton threw his hands up in surrender. “Fine.”
Dean smirked. “If you’re a good little boy, maybe Santa will bring you one for Christmas,” he teased.
