“Colton, I absolutely understand. I know the NFL is not as forgiving as the music industry. I am completely happy with you just the way things are, so don’t worry about me. If you ever decide you want to make a statement, just say the word and we'll do it as a united front. Together. Otherwise, it’s our perfect little secret. It’s kinda fun, this secrecy and sneaking around…feels kinda dirty.” Dean scrunched his nose with a little grin.
Colton snickered and smiled. “Thank you, Dean. I’m glad you’re so understanding about this.”
“Of course. No matter what, I’ve got your back, baby.” Dean smiled and bumped his shoulder against Colton’s. “Now, I cannot stand another minute being this close to you and not being able to touch you. Take me home, and fuck me stupid!”
Chapter 31
Dean
The mid-afternoon sun glistened through the windows of the loft, surrounding Dean and Colton in a soft glow. After a strenuous fuck session, they both drifted into a blissful nap, wrapped in each other’s arms.
Dean slowly fluttered his eyes, waking from his nap. His head rested on Colton’s shoulder; their hands entwined on Colton’s stomach.
Dean cracked a smile. The sight of their hands interlaced gave him an idea.
“What’s got you grinning like that?” Colton asked, his voice still gravelly from sleep.
“You, duh…” Dean kissed his neck just beneath his ear.
Colton chuckled, pulling Dean on top of him for a kiss. “Good answer.”
Dean hummed into Colton’s kiss, their tongues lazily sliding and swirling against one another.
Dean gently kissed Colton’s nose. “You hungry?”
“Starving. We worked up quite an appetite.” Colton nuzzled Dean’s ear with his nose.
Dean snorted. “Yes we did.” He rolled off the bed, pulling Colton up by the hand. “Come on.”
They walked to the kitchen, naked, Colton kissing Dean’s shoulder and neck as they walked.
Dean wrapped his arms around Colton’s waist. “You want something quick, like a sandwich, or would you like me to cook you something?”
Colton looked at him sheepishly with a little pout. “Would you cook something for me?”
Dean kissed his forehead with a slight sigh. “You know I can’t resist those puppy dog eyes. Of course I’ll cook for you. You have anything in mind?”
“No. I love everything you cook.”
Dean paused for a moment. He said theLword.
Sure, he was only talking about food, but still. He didn’t mean the bigL…but what if he did? What if it was a slip of the tongue, but what he’s really feeling inside?
Dean felt fireworks exploding in his chest. That thought made him giddy with joy. But was it too soon to say things like that? Eventhinkthings like that?
Probably. Way too soon.
Dean managed to drag himself away from Colton and began rummaging through the fridge.
“Hmmm, Okay I can make us some turkey burgers with sweet potato fries…or maybe roasted chicken salad, or…ooh! Grilled cheese?” Dean stood and turned to a smiling Colton.
“What is it?” Dean asked
“Nothing. This —watching you bent over the fridge, with your gorgeous ass, making me something to eat— feels like heaven.”
Dean took Colton back into his arms, kissing his nose.
“I love it when you get all mushy,” he teased.
