Colton took a deep, settling breath. He vowed to be better for Dean. He was going to make their relationship fair and balanced, equal in every way. Even if it meant things might get a little messy for him.
It was late in New York, and Dean was probably sleeping, but Colton couldn’t wait.
He grabbed his phone…
Colton: Baby! Just found your note. I love the song! It’s perfect. Thank you! Please come home soon. I miss you!
Dean: I’m glad you like it. I thought it was perfect too! I miss your smile. I miss your beautiful eyes. I miss your huge cock! Fuck New York! I’m coming home now!
Chapter 32
Dean
Colton leaned back and patted his belly. “That recipe is a keeper.”
Whenever the weather was good —which, in San Francisco meant no fog or rain— they always dined on the rooftop. And Dean jumped at any opportunity to play with his new toy, a custom Sling N Steel smoker.
The evening's experiment had been smoked swordfish with grilled zucchini and a spinach salad.
The sun began to set over the bay. Dean admired the beautiful, romantic sight, and it gave him an idea. He fiddled with the iPad, found a romantic slow song, and stood, extending his hand to Colton.
“Come on, baby, dance with me.”
Colton smiled, stood, and wrapped his arms around Dean. “Such a romantic, my boyfriend.”
They danced as the sun set, slowly swaying, holding each other close. Dean nuzzled Colton’s ear, smelling his hair. “I love the way you smell Colton.”
“Thank you. I didn’t think I smelled like anything, except maybe soap.” Colton laughed.
“You smell like a fuckingmanand that’s what I love.” Dean uttered a low growl. “I just wanna sniff you all day!”
“Easy, tiger!” Colton sighed. “You know, I never really liked slow dancing until I danced with you.”
“No? I love to slow dance. But most people don’t do it anymore, except at weddings. I love the feeling of holding you; our whole bodies close, moving in sync.” Dean rubbed Colton's arms and his back. “I love the feeling of our skin rubbing together, our hearts pressed together, almost beating in tandem. It’s so wonderfully arousing. It’s almost as good as sex.”
“Almost. But nothing is better than sex with you, baby.” Colton kissed his cheek and spun him around.
“I don’t really want to go home.” Colton sighed as they settled back into a slow sway.
“Then don’t,” Dean whispered as he nibbled his earlobe.
“As much as I want to stay, I have to get clothes and restock my bag for practice tomorrow.”
“No, I mean. Don’t go back to your condo. Ever again.”
Colton pulled his head back, leveling Dean with a confused expression.
“Move in here, with me,” Dean said with a nervous look. He’d floundered back and forth all day about asking. He wanted Colton with him always, permanently. Going into dinner, Dean was 99% confident Colton would say yes without a thought, but Colton looked puzzled, and he was worried he might refuse.
“Are you serious, Dean?”
Dean smiled timidly. “I’m totally fucking serious. I want you here with me, I want you in my bed every goddamned night.”
Dean took Colton’s hand and led him across the roof to a space on the other side of the elevator and stairwell acess.
“Look. The roof has a ton of extra space.”
“Wow. How the hell did I never notice all this extra space?.”
