He nuzzled my neck, his chuckle reverberating through me. “It’s kind of mine too, remember. But we balance each other out.” He kissed my forehead. “You’re the expert here.”
“Me?” I squeaked. I cleared my throat. “What makes me an expert?”
He locked gazes with me. “Excuse me, Mr.Would you lick my hole? I’m not the one who’s been watching gay porn.”
I blinked. “Isn’t it good thatoneof us has?” I glanced at the bed. “So… do we get undressed?”
His hand was on my nape, firm and grounding. “We can. We can also lie here for a while and kiss, like you said. Either way, it’s just you and me, for as long as we want.”
My pulse was still ragged. “Tell me what you would do.”
He leaned in, his lips pressed to my temple. “I’d keep my clothes on for a while longer.”
I took a moment to breathe. “Then we do that.”
His face lit up. “Sounds good. And we take it slow.”
He lay down, taking me with him. We both kicked off our shoes, and suddenly we were a tangle of limbs, sharing kiss after slow kiss, hands exploring bare skin under sweaters.
I stilled. “I did not bring lube.”
“Relax. I have plenty.” Dean chuckled. “I had to go buy more, because I’ve been jerking off three or four times a day recently.” His lips brushed over my ear, and I shivered. “Can’t think why. And I think your weirdness is catching. I swear I heard a condom calling me just before you arrived.”
I had to smile. “What did it say?”
“‘Pick me! Pick me!’”
I laughed.
“But if I can be serious for a second?”
My heart thudded. “Yes?”
“There’s something neither of us has brought up yet.”
And just like that, I knew where he was going—or rather, where I wanted him to go.
“Whenever I thought about this moment, it was always the same,” I admitted. “I was never steering the car.”
The metaphor sounded ridiculous the second it left my mouth.
To my surprise, Dean went completely still. “My ex said something similar.”
I blinked. “Really?”
“Different vehicle.” His mouth twitched. “She used a ship.”
I laughed. “That is objectively worse.”
“Right?” He brushed his thumb across my jaw. “At least a car has brakes.”
I smiled, but it faded quickly. The joke wasn’t really the point.
Dean seemed to realize that too. His gaze softened.
“You mean you never imagined being the one in charge.”
I looked away. “Not exactly.”
