Page 11 of Dean (Unexpected #9)

He won me over in his interview.

It’s why I hired him.

“Oh, better go change your pants,” the guy says as he passes me, eyeing the stain on the denim, and I close my eyes in resignation.

“So, solar man, what’s your name?” Avery asks when he hands him a beer.

“My name’s Kit. What’s yours?”

“Avery. And this is Dean. We’re…roommates. Of sorts. ”

I eye Avery, and he blushes.

“We’re more than roommates,” I murmur.

“Oh, how spicy. I want to hear all about it,” Kit says, and Avery links his arm through his and leads him to the backyard. At this moment, I realize my evening with Avery is shot and nothing’s going to happen between us now.

Which is fine. Maybe this is a blessing in disguise. We shouldn’t move things too fast. What if I ruin it? What if I’m not ready? Maybe I need time to really think this over, to ponder if I want to move forward with a man who is half my age and most definitely out of my league.

I don’t fucking know.

But maybe I’m just making excuses.

I tend to do that.

I can excuse my entire life away.

I move down the hallway to the bedroom and change into fresh clothes. And I may pull up a few porn videos, trying to see what to do if things progress between us. It only makes me harder, watching two men get it on.

Shit. Am I bisexual?

I don’t know, and now is not the time to have some kind of sexual revelation. Not when Kit the nosy solar man is here. So I shut my phone off and meet Kit and Avery outside. The two of them are chatting happily, beers in their hands, and a plate of steaks near the barbecue waiting to be grilled.

“I got you a beer too,” Avery says, handing me one. “You don’t mind throwing on the steaks?”

“Is this an order?” I ask, and Avery glances over at me, looking so fucking cute with those lips twisted up in a smile, his feet perched up on the side of the firepit, a beer in his hand.

“Is that okay? I figured we had them, so we might as well use them. And Kit’s hungry. Wait. Can you grill on that thing? It looks ancient. Maybe we should get you a new one.”

“Oh, he totally grills. He looks like he does that for a living.”

“He actually remodels cars.”

“It’s not remodel. It’s restoration. ”

Avery waves his hand around his face. “Same thing.”

I snort and arch an eyebrow but he waves me away, leaving me to man the grill myself. Which is fine. I can cook a mean steak. It’s the one thing I enjoy doing when it comes to cooking. I just didn’t realize that my night would consist of grilling for Kit. I don’t even know this guy, and yet he’s here and apparently hungry. Avery seems to be getting along with him really well, and I bet they even become friends after this. Close ones at that.

Avery seems to attract people like flies to honey.

But honestly, could they stop touching?

“Oh, and before I forget, I have a salad to make. Dean needs to watch his cholesterol.”

“I do not,” I grumble, but go ignored.

“Give me a second.” Avery hops up and disappears inside, leaving me to stare after him. His ass looks really nice in that skirt. Round and perky, perfect for grabbing—for spreading apart and sinking slowly inside.

“So, are you two together?” Kit asks, the tip of the beer pressed to his lips, his eyes twinkling in mischief. He’s one to watch out for.

“Mm.” How do I answer that? I don’t fucking know, and yet, I add, “Yeah.”

It’s a lie, but I still say it.

“Oh. That’s cool, man. Love gay people. I mean, I’ve even been with a few guys, but I wouldn’t say I’m into them or anything. Just, you know…they kiss real nice. And I love dicks. I just like trying things. You know, boogieboarding, scuba diving, murder…”

“What the fuck?” Avery says with a laugh, and Kit joins in.

“Totally kidding. I’m bad at jokes.”

I stare at him for a long moment before turning back to the steaks on the grill.

Well, I guess I can kind of relate. In a small way. I’m not gay, but something about Avery does it for me. Like I told him, I’m confused and not sure what this is. But I definitely want to find out.

“Oh, that smells good. What seasoning is that?” Kit says, smacking his lips together.

“Just Worcestershire sauce. ”

“Is that how you say it?” Kit asks. “Never knew.”

I stare back at the grill, looking at the steaks and then back at the two of them.

They look happy, like good friends. And they just met one another.

“Hey, where did you go to college?” Avery asks.

Kit just shrugs. “You know. Here and there. Community college shit. I have like ten AA degrees. They finally kicked me out because I had too many credits.”

“Shit. Is that a thing?”

I tune them out, continuing to watch the steaks. And when they’re done, Avery appears, helping me dish them up and then he puts some kind of blue cheese spread on the top which is to die for. I inhale the entire plate.

What the fuck is he doing to me?

Why is he such a good cook? Why is he good at everything?

I bet he’s good at sucking my dick too.

Shit, that’s making me hard again.

I try to turn my focus back to Kit and Avery’s conversation. They’re talking about what colors would pop on the walls inside the house. Blues and purples, greens and whites are what they’ve decided. I’m left just sitting and listening, Avery peeking over at me occasionally as if embarrassed he’s had ideas on how to change the inside of my home.

“You can change the wall colors if you want,” I finally murmur, and Avery stops talking.

“Yeah? I mean, I’m just a roommate…”

“Yeah, but I know it’s boring and bland. I never had an eye for design and never wanted to bother with colors.”

“Oh.” He sits up a little straighter. “Okay. I can do that. Yeah, if you’re really sure.”

“I’m sure.”

I sit back, and he stares at me, his eyes glimmering. “And you know, whatever else you think would work. I’d love this place to feel more like a home.”

“It is a home, Dean. A lovely home. It just needs some fresh paint. And maybe some artwork on the walls. ”

“And some trees,” Kit interjects. “He told me about the trees.”

I peer at Avery, realizing there’s a lot about him I don’t know yet.

“Yeah. I mean, you don’t need to do that, but certain trees remind me of up north.”

I stare at him and then nod. “Send me which ones and I’ll see if I can find some guys to come plant them.”

“Trees are expensive.”

“Yeah, but I can afford it.”

Avery mutters under his breath but still texts me a small list. Canada red chokecherry tree and birch. Those will bloom in the spring and fade in the fall. I get why he’d like that. Currently, I just have a few eucalyptus trees that have grown far too big over the years.

I should get them trimmed.

And maybe I should buy some pots for him to plant flowers in. Seems he’d like that.

“Oh, did you know Avery is an artist?” Kit pipes up, and I turn my head to stare at him.

“What? Really?”

Avery blushes and shakes his head. “I dabble. I’m really not that good.”

“We won’t know until you show us something you’ve done,” Kit says and I arch an eyebrow at them both.

So, trees and canvases , I think as I scrape my plate clean. I need to make some purchases soon. I can’t believe he didn’t tell me this, but then again, I never asked.

It’s been all about me. All the time.

Fuck.

I need a minute, so I murmur that I’ll take care of the dishes, and then I walk inside, bringing the plates with me. As I work, I watch them, the two of them chatting casually, laughing, and touching far too much. How does Kit know more about Avery than I do? And in such a short period? I don’t like that at all.

I may break a plate while I watch the two of them. I try to keep my jealousy under wraps, but it’s hard.

I don’t want to have these feelings.

I really don’t, and yet I fucking do.

When Kit finally leaves, it’s late, later than I wanted it to be. I feel like I needed to be in bed three hours ago, and yet I’m watching Kit meander down the driveway. He had his fill of steak and salad and dessert. I thought he’d never leave.

As I shower, washing the smoke and grease from my body, I feel the food sitting heavily in my stomach. The way Kit and Avery bonded almost immediately made me feel…something?

“It’s not fucking jealousy,” I murmur to the showerhead.

It just stares back at me, silent.

Asshole.

“Yeah, well, I just didn’t like it. It was too much.”

The shower sputters, the pipes whining at me. I probably need to get that checked.

I sigh as I step out of the tub and into the steam lingering from such a hot shower.

Wrapping a towel around my waist, I swipe my hand along the fogged-up mirror. My face is reflected at me and I stare deeply into it.

Do I look different? Have I changed?

Has Avery changed me?

I cock my head, assessing. And as I start to really think about who this man is looking back at me, I hear a crash and a murmured shout. Without hesitation, I rush out of the bedroom and into the hallway, noticing that the bathroom door is closed and Avery is inside. I can hear the water streaming from the showerhead and a murmured, “Shit. Oh fuck. Oh, fuck, why is this my life ?”

Without thinking, I push my way inside and see that the shower curtain rod is on the floor, water spraying everywhere. The floor will be drenched if we don’t turn off the water immediately, but before I can make my feet move, I see Avery standing stark naked in the middle of the tub, his hands clasped in front of his dick, his eyes wide.

“Shit. You okay?” I ask, stepping forward, but he stops me with an outstretched hand.

“Wait. No. Stay back. Oh god. Stay away! ”

“Avery,” I begin, and he gasps, his fingers fumbling for purchase on the wall. “What happened? It’s okay. Tell me.”

“I was just…oh fuck.” He moans, his eyes closing, his chest heaving. His skin is flushed from head to toe, and I don’t know if he’s hurt. Did the rod hit him on the way down? What the hell happened?

“Avery,” I murmur. I can’t stay away. I move closer and closer until my hands are on his wet skin. Reaching behind him, I turn the water off, and Avery’s eyelids flutter open and that’s when I hear it.

A low vibration.

“Dean,” he whispers, his tongue flicking out and wetting his lips. “I’m sorry. I was just…I’m desperate. I’m only twenty-two and I’m…and I was…but now I…I can’t turn it off. It’s not turning off.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh. Oh god. ”

He arches back, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“Can I help? Let me help,” I say.

“I’m…what if you see something you wish you never saw?”

“I promise that won’t happen, Avery.”

“Oh. Okay.” He nods his acceptance, so I gently spin him around, his face up against the wall, his ass out. And that’s when I see it, the bright blue plug. It sticks out from the globes of his pale, round ass. I can’t miss it. I can’t look away.

Sucking in a breath, I press against the small raised button, hoping to turn it off, but the vibration changes to something fast-paced and quick. Like he’s getting it fast and hard up against a wall.

Avery groans, his hips shifting forward. “Goddamnit, Dean! That didn’t fix it!”

“I know. I know. Let me try something else,” I say, feeling slightly frantic.

I press against it again, and this time the slow roll of vibrations makes Avery’s fingers curl against the wall.

“Oh shit. Yes. Right there. Yes. Right there. Oh, this feels too good. Oh fuck, this was worth the money.”

The sound of him moaning, coupled with the lean curves of his naked body is making my own dick perk up. Oh, who am I kidding? Everything about him is enticing and seeing him worked up, horny and needy is only making me want to fix this. To fix what’s wrong. And maybe to get off at the same time.

I’m fucking horny for him.

“Let me hold it down. See if that works,” I suggest, leaning a little closer, my lips brushing against his cheek.

I press down on that small raised button and it does nothing but increase the intensity, making Avery cry out.

“Shit. Oh fuck! Dean! Oh fuck!”

“Damn, that didn’t work,” I say and then bend down to get a better look, my towel falling around my feet as I go. It doesn’t seem to matter at the moment. I just want to put him out of his misery.

Just get him off. Touch his dick.

“I just need to…let me pull it out,” I say instead.

“Good luck. It’s possessed,” he murmurs and then shifts his hips forward as I fall fully to my knees. That plump, ripe ass is right in front of my face. It’s a nice butt. Fuck. It’s real nice. Better than the porn stars I watched earlier.

His ass could solve world peace.

Avery peers over his shoulder, wet hair falling in front of his eyes, and he bites his bottom lip.

“I never thought you’d ever be on your knees for me. This is terrible. Just a terrible nightmare.”

My eyebrows rise. “Is it really?”

“No. No, it’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

I touch the plug, twisting it slightly to remove it, but that only makes Avery groan. It must feel terrible, the tug and tightness of it. Not being able to get it out.

“I’m going to die,” he whimpers, turning slightly, and that’s when I see his hard cock straining out from his body. He may think he’s going to die, but he wants this. He wants it so badly he’s leaking.

“You won’t die.”

“I am. With you on your knees near my ass. Like you’re going to eat me out. I’m going to die. Just expire. I see Jesus already.”

I feel my cheeks flush and I clear my throat, glancing down at my own length which is now fully hard. I like this too.

Of course I do .

Something about him. The way he speaks, the way he moves. Everything about him turns me on.

“All right,” I say. “Bear down.”

“Bear down? How the fuck do you know that?” he asks as I start to work the plug from his ass, but it’s thick and long. The flared base makes it difficult to remove without hurting him. But after a minute, I manage, and Avery is shaking from the intensity of the vibrations moving through him.

“Almost there,” I murmur as it slides from his ass.

Avery lets out a low moan when I finally toss it to the side. Oddly enough, it turned off as soon as it exited his body.

I stare at his ass, his hole open and wet.

“You good?” I ask, my voice rough and rasping.

“Yeah. I mean. No. I’m mortified. I’ll never survive this. I can’t believe you saw that. I can’t believe you did that.”

His forehead is on the wall in front of him, his legs still spread, his hands still curled into fists.

“It’s okay. It happens.”

“Not with you, Dean. I’ll never forget this happened. I’ll relive it in my nightmares.”

I can’t help but lean forward and kiss the back of his hip gently.

He inhales sharply. “Dean, you should leave. Fuck, you really should go.”

I don’t want to. I want to stay.

I want to see what he looks like completely naked. I want him to turn around and bare himself to me.

“Are you sure you want me to go?”

He doesn’t answer. And what he doesn’t say is more than enough.

I stand up, my hard cock dragging up his ass, settling somewhere in that crease. I do it on purpose. I totally do. There’s no logical reason other than I need to feel him against my dick.

“You’re shaking,” I murmur, and Avery whimpers as I press against him, my chest to his back. “Are you cold?”

“No. Cold is the farthest from what I’m feeling. I’m so fucking hot. I’m burning up. I’m…I’m melting.”

My fingers splay across his hip, my other hand dragging up his side. He trembles against me and I can’t help but let out a long exhale. Everything about him is perfect. The way he fits against me, the way he smells. He’s incredible.

My face tucks into his neck and my lips brush against his wet skin.

“Fuck me. Oh god, fuck me, Dean. I want that. I want it.”

I freeze, my fingers curling into his hip.

“I’m prepped. I’m…I’m safe. I’m so fucking ready.”

He turns his head slightly, and I meet his gaze over his shoulder.

“You could just slip inside,” he whispers, his cheeks red, his pupils blown out.

“I could,” I reply as my hand moves across his stomach and to his cock. My fingers wrap around it, the perfect size. He’s smaller than me, thinner too, but I know from just feeling it that it would look perfect on him.

Just like everything else.

“Oh fuck!” he cries out when I stroke from tip to base. “Oh, shit!”

I do it again and his ass grinds back against my cock, working the sensitive length. I could. I could slip inside of him. I could just nudge the rim of his ass and push forward. He’d take me, just like he took that plug.

I slowly shuttle my fist up and down his dick as I let my lips trail up his neck, feeling that thundering pulse against my mouth. He’s moaning loudly now, his head thrown back against my shoulder as I hold him up.

But I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t do this. He’s so much younger, he has so much ahead of him, and I have so much baggage. I have so much I still need to work through. Right?

And yet, still, I bend my knees and drag my dick up his crack, the head of my cock hitting his rim and catching there.

Maybe just the tip.

The tip won’t count.

It never counts.

His fingers scramble for purchase on the wet tile wall as I do it again and again, tempting fate. If I happen to slip inside, it’s meant to be.

I angle my hips, making sure to hit that sensitive ring each time, and when I slant my body back and the head of my cock ends up pushing inside, I know that this is it. Avery gasps in surprise, his forehead hitting the wall, his ass arching back to try to take more of me. But I hold on to him, keeping him in place.

“ Dean .”

“Just the tip, Avery. Just this.”

“It’s not enough,” he moans, and I agree. It’s not.

I want more.

“You’re so big,” he moans as he wiggles against me, making my eyes cross. But I still hold him tightly. “I can tell. Just from this.”

My fingers flex against his skin and I feel the tremble move through his limbs, his legs growing weak. My hand slips off his cock and drags up the indent of his spine.

“Please. Please. I can’t…I need more, Dean. Fuck me. Oh god, I’m going to die.”

“You want more?” I ask, and he swallows so loudly that I hear it over the ringing in my ears.

“Yes, I want more. I want your cum inside of me. I want you to mark me inside and out.”

His arms stretch out, fingers grabbing onto the top of the shower as I push in a little more.

“Fuck. Yes. Oh god. More!”

His back is bowed, his legs spread wide as I hold myself inside of him. I should just fuck him, should just push inside and impale that ass on my cock, but I don’t. Instead, I just stare down at those two perfect globes, my hard, veiny cock stuck right in between.

My fingers tighten on him, surely going to leave bruises as I hold him, fighting the urge to fuck him.

I can’t fuck him.

A small sob hits my ears, and I see Avery’s wet eyes as he tries to wiggle back further onto me.

He needs more.

I don’t know what to give him.

I can’t give him this, right?

I need to give him more than just the tip, more than just platitudes. But can I? Am I ready ?

I pull out of him, and he groans in frustration, his eyes peering at me over his shoulder.

When I don’t move to fill him, he reaches behind himself and slides two fingers inside of his ass.

I watch it, those fingers disappearing into his hole, and it turns me on more than I thought it would.

Avery’s forehead is on the wall in front of him, his hand furiously stroking his cock as he tries to work himself over the edge.

I want to be the one to bring him there.

Me.

Without a word, I step closer, pulling his hands away from him and replacing them with mine. He whimpers, his fingers splayed across the shower wall once more as I fist his cock and finger his ass.

“Yes. Yes. Yes!” he cries out, his entire body shaking, his muscles popping from his skin as I scissor him open.

“Right there, right fucking there.”

It’s a small bump and I massage it, making unearthly sounds move from Avery’s throat. Making my cock pulsate against his hip.

“Oh fuuuuuuck . I’m coming!” he shouts and then I see spurts of his cum falling onto the shower floor.

He groans and shakes as I continue to touch him, the sight of him coming undone doing things to me. Something shifts inside of my belly as my hands fall from him, and he turns to look at me.

“Use me,” he whispers, arching his ass back. “Just the crack. Fuck it.”

I step behind him and do it, letting my cock slide up and down that ass, using him just like he suggested.

The sight of it, my cockhead peeking out from the top of him, the sensation of his skin against mine, the sight of his slim shoulders and all that long hair. I grab a fistful and pull.

Avery groans as my orgasm overwhelms me. My cum coats his lower back, dripping down his body and onto the tile.

My forehead hits his shoulder and the two of us just stand there, bodies connected, trying to find our breath. Everything rushes to me, excitement, hope, and more detrimental…guilt .

And that’s when I say it. A terrible thing slips from my mouth just as my cock slips from his crack.

“I’m sorry,” I murmur, and Avery sighs, standing up with a grunt. I see my cum sliding down his thigh as he turns to face me, his eyes slightly wild, his hair a mess. I want nothing more than to reach out and smooth it down.

I wish nothing more than to take those two words back.

Because I’m not sorry. I’m not at all sorry it happened.

My eyes slide down his wet chest, his puckered nipples, to his half-hard cock.

I was right. It’s perfect. Perfect on him.

“You take that back, Dean. You better not be fucking sorry.”

I swallow and move my eyes back up to his.

“I should be sorry,” I say and then reach out and touch his cheek gently. “But you’re right, I’m not.”

His shoulders sag and he leans forward, his forehead hitting my chest.

“Thank fuck because…” He glances up and the twinkling in his eyes makes me realize I’m in for a world of hurt. “…because we’re going to do that again. Often.”

He stands up on his toes and brushes a kiss on my cheek before stepping out of the tub and grabbing a towel. I can do nothing but watch him as he moves from the bathroom. But before he leaves completely, he turns and meets my longing stare.

“Would you like me in my room tonight or yours?”

I let out a shaky breath. Oh god, I’m going to do this, aren’t I? “Mine.”

“Good choice.”

And with that, he disappears, leaving me standing in the aftermath, a wet towel around my feet, my cock still hard and the scent of him all over me.

What the hell have I gotten myself into?

I don’t know, but I think I’m ready to find out.