Colton stomped his foot, feigning a tantrum. “But that’s two months away!”
“You’re a dork!”
“Fuck you!”
“You wish!”
Dean was a neat freak. He hated anything cluttered or messy, so Colton decided to do a little cleaning around the loft while Dean napped. As he dusted the music studio, he noticed a small frame next to Dean’s laptop.
The frame contained the note Colton had written to him when he came to his game. His heart swelled as his mind replayed the memory of that day.
“Hey.” Dean's voice from the doorway startled him. He quickly turned to face him and his eyes widened. Dean stood shirtless, his hair adorably messy, wearing only a loose-fitting pair of cut-off gray sweats, which hung dangerously low on his waist. Colton swallowed, admiring the muscles in his chest and abs, and the perfectly defined Apollo’s belt above his hips. He wasn’t wearing underwear, if the visible line of his thick cock was anything to go by, and a hint of pubic hair peeked out the top of his sweats.
Colton struggled to control his breathing.
“Hey. I was doing a little cleaning for you. You framed my note.” Colton pointed at the desk.
Dean blushed. “Oh, I didn’t want you to see that. But…um…yeah.” Dean shrugged. “I thought it was really sweet, so I put it in a little frame. Now every day when I see it, it makes me smile.”
Colton put his hand on Dean’s shoulder. “You’re just a big old softy, aren’t you?”
“Well, you know I cry at the drop of a hat, so…yeah.”
A couple of days later, Colton was lifting in the weight room before practice and grabbed his phone for a quick break.
He noticed on Dean’s Facebook account, which he checked at least once a day, that there were literally thousands and thousands of posts wishing Dean a happy birthday.
Wait, is today his birthday? He checked Dean’s profile, and sure enough, it was.
Hotly, he fired off a series of messages to Dean.
Colton: You fucking asshole!
Colton: You didn’t tell me it was your birthday!
Colton: I’m gonna slap you silly!
A few moments later, Dean replied with a smile and shrug emoji.
On the way to the loft after practice, Colton picked up a cupcake for Dean and placed a candle on top.
He lit the candle just before opening the door and slowly walked toward Dean singing ‘Happy Birthday’.
When he finished the song, Dean smiled ear to ear. “Youreallyshouldn’t sing, man.”
“Fuck you.”
“You wish.”
Dean put his hand over his heart. “It’s been years since anyone bought me anything for my birthday.”
Colton smiled and his heart did a little flip as he held out the cupcake. “I didn’t know which flavor you liked, so I guessed chocolate.”
“You guessed right! I’m ahugechocoholic.” Dean put the cupcake on the counter and gave Colton a crushing hug.
“Thank you! This means a lot.”
Colton felt his stomach twist inside out. “Anytime, my friend, anytime.” He paused. “Well, it looks like you’re fully healed.” Colton gently stroked the back of Dean’s head. “My work here is done!” He squeezed Dean’s shoulder. “I’ll call you in a week or so and we’ll hang out.”
