“Why didn’t you make a move? I wouldn’t have minded,” Colton asked in a breathy whisper as he gently rubbed his temple against Dean’s.
“I can’t lose you. You’re the best part of my life. I didn’t want to fuck us up.” Dean sighed and gently kissed Colton’s forehead.
“You know, Sophie called this weeks ago?” Colton smiled.
“No way! She did?”
“Yep, when we had lunch. She said I was completely obsessed with you. And she thinks we’re soul mates.”
Dean smiled wide, pulling back enough to look into his eyes. “And what did you say?”
“I told her she was crazy, that we’re best friends.”
Dean stepped away, finally ending the embrace, and hopped up to sit on the counter. “You said ‘don’t hate me if this is a mistake.’ Do you think it was a mistake, kissing me?”
“Absolutely not,” Colton said, leaning against the counter facing Dean.
Dean’s smile faltered. “So, what does this mean Colton?”
Colton shrugged. “I don’t really know. I didn’t think about anything beyond the kiss.”
“Things aren’t going to be awkward between us, are they?” Dean asked.
Colton shrugged. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Do you want to kiss me again?”
Colton smiled, a slight, devilish glimmer in his eyes. “I might.”
“Well, how about we approach this scientifically,” Dean said with a sly grin, lifting an eyebrow.
“Oh yeah? What do you suggest?”
“We can kiss again. You know…just to see if the first one was a fluke.”
Colton moved over to Dean and positioned himself between Dean’s knees on the counter. He grabbed his hips and pulled him a little closer to him, allowing Dean to wrap his legs around Colton’s waist.
“Well, in the name of science, we probably should.” Colton replied with a smile.
Dean grinned widely. “Agreed. Research is very important.”
He leaned into Colton, finding his lips again.
Their second kiss was deeper, longer, open mouthed, tongues wrestling, immensely erotic. Dean was fully engulfed in Colton, ready to surrender to him unconditionally and completely. Colton twirled Dean’s earlobe between his fingers, sending shivers all the way down to his toes.
Colton pulled away, his breathing labored.
“Definitely not a fluke,” he whispered, placing his forehead against Dean’s.
“Definitely not.” Dean chuckled.
“Look.” Dean sighed, gently rubbing the side of Colton’s neck with his thumb. “We can take this as slowly as you want. It’s your call. I’m happy you did this, but if you decide that’s it, no more,I am totally fine with that too. No matter what, I want you in my life.”
“Me too,” said Colton, gently nudging their noses together.
For the next few weeks, not much changed between Colton and Dean.
They took in a Sharks hockey game, each posting a selfie from the bleachers to see who would get more likes.
