Page 13 of Dean (Unexpected #9)

DEAN

The next morning, I can’t stop staring at Avery’s lips. The way his body looks under my jersey. My mind filters back to last night. The way he tasted. The little sounds he made as I snacked on his mouth.

That was way better than the porn I’d been looking at.

It was far more real, more intimate.

I can’t help but feel the sensation of hunger as Avery peers over at me.

“What?” he asks, pausing what he’s doing near the stove. He turns a little further, his body facing mine now, but I don’t answer, I just step up to him. My hands land on his slender hips, and I pick him up, setting him on the counter beside the stove.

“I’m going to burn breakfast,” he whines, so I flick the burner off.

“Better?” I murmur, and he nods with a contented sigh as I step between his spread legs. “Good, because I want to kiss you now.”

“Oh,” he whispers, his hands sliding across my temples and pulling me into him. “Well, go on then.”

My lips fall to his, and he moans into my mouth. Needy. Loud. My cock instantly perks up as I push my tongue into him. He tastes like mint, like tea leaves. He’s perfection , I think as I pull him closer to me, his ass on the edge of the counter, his legs wrapped around my hips. He fits perfectly against me. Like a puzzle piece. Completing me in so many ways.

A low groan slips from my throat and he swallows it, clinging to me tighter. It’s like he’s afraid this will end, like this could be it for us.

But it’s not. I’m just getting started. I want to try everything with him. So I kiss him for far too long, hungry for him, insatiable. I’m sure the breakfast he’s been cooking is growing cold but I don’t care. I don’t want to stop what I’m doing.

When we finally pull away, his lips are wet and pink, his skin slightly abraded from where my stubble scratched against him. He’s never looked more beautiful.

“Good morning,” I finally manage to say, my voice low and raspy.

“The best morning, really.”

I help him stand up and his legs tremble as he leans into me. I can feel his hard cock against mine, and I can’t help but drag the jersey up, feeling the slip of soft underwear around his groin.

“What are you doing?” he gasps as I pull the panties away from his hip with a finger and adjust his length under the waistband, keeping his dick more contained.

“There,” I say, feeling hot all over, like I’m going to combust. Like I’m going to explode.

Fuck. I want to touch his dick again. The shower wasn’t enough. None of it’s enough.

Tonight, I want to jack him off, watch his face as he comes. I want to think about it all day and then do it. I want to make myself wait for it.

“Dean, listen. You can’t just…go around touching my dick like that. I’m on a hair trigger here, okay? I’m like this close to blowing it. All the time.”

My eyes flash to his as my finger drags up the underside of his dick, making his lips part prettily.

“And that is not helping. ”

“I’m gonna kiss you a lot today. Take lots of breaks to make sure I get what I need.”

He swallows roughly, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Yes, we wouldn’t want you to be sad.”

I stare down at the small bulge beneath his jersey. “Better plan accordingly.”

“I’m—I—” He’s at a loss for words, letting me step back to give him space. My hand adjusts my own dick, and Avery peers down at it, his tongue peeking out almost as if in anticipation.

What would it be like for him to get on his knees and suck it? The thought has my skin zinging in excitement.

“How about we eat breakfast and then go to work?”

“Or I could suck your cock.”

“I’ll wait for that. I want to wait.”

He nods, his hands trembling slightly as he gets back to cooking. And I feel bad, mostly. But not really. Because I feel the same way. I’m so fucking excited about what today holds. For what I’m going to do to him at the end of it.

We make our way into work after eating hastily, and not thirty minutes into my shift, I make an excuse to go see him. I lock the office door, close the window blinds, and push him against the desk. Pens and papers scatter, the computer beeping wildly where he sits on the keyboard.

“Dean,” he breathes as I capture his lips, everything else disappearing at that moment. The way he says my name, like a prayer. A plea.

I can’t get enough of this. He’s addictive.

“I couldn’t wait,” I admit. “I couldn’t fucking wait.”

“You shouldn’t wait. You should come up here whenever you want to and do this.”

“I will.”

And I do. I make sure to go up every hour—kissing him senseless, letting him tease me in the most dramatic of ways. With his words, his mouth, his body. By the time we’re ready to leave, I’m almost frantic with pent-up lust. Avery isn’t much better. His cheeks are flushed, his body shifting back and forth in the passenger seat as if trying to get comfortable. But he can’t quite manage. The heel of his palm drags against his aching cock, pressing on it, trying to get it to behave. But it won’t.

I get it. I’m in the same boat.

As soon as we arrive home, I want to get him inside, strip him naked, and watch him get off. Watch me get him off. I want that more than I want to breathe.

“Almost home,” I murmur as I turn down the long driveway. Gravel kicks up around my tires and Avery’s breathing picks up in anticipation.

But as soon as we approach the house, I see a familiar shape outside. Someone is peering in the front windows. For a moment, my heart picks up, but then I realize it’s not Nick. No, it’s not. You can’t miss that red hair.

“Well, fuck,” I murmur.

Kit’s here.

“Why is he peering in the windows?”

“Probably trying to see if I’m home,” Avery replies, looking almost sheepish. “We really clicked the other day. He said I was his best friend.”

“Shit,” I murmur as the car shuts off.

Avery peeks over at me and bites his bottom lip.

“Let me see what he needs and I can send him off. I promise it won’t take long. Oh, and we have packages. Shoot, let’s get those inside before someone makes off with them.”

Grumpiness overtakes me as I park the car. I know people like Kit. Clingers, the ones who hang on tightly. Not that I blame him. I’d cling to Avery as well. I am clinging. I want him all to myself. I don’t want to share. And to be honest, he’s kind of ruining the surprise. Today, between make-out sessions, I decided to order Avery something. Something I wanted to watch him open. Something I paid extra to have delivered today. But it seems my surprise will have to wait.

Striding up to the front door, I see Kit stand up, swiping at his eyes and speaking very quickly to Avery, who looks concerned.

Well, fuck. Avery was overly optimistic. This won’t be quick. Not at all. He’s going to be here for a while. Probably going to need to process shit and everything.

“Oh, don’t cry. Come on. Let me get started on dinner and we can talk. Your boss sounds like a real piece of shit,” Avery says as he unlocks the front door and tosses the boxes inside.

They go ignored, and I sigh in annoyance.

Kit bobs his head and peers over at me, looking slightly sorry for interrupting, but it doesn’t stop him from walking inside my house and linking his arm through Avery’s as he goes. He even stands in the kitchen, talking to Avery the entire time he’s cooking. It leaves me no time to interfere and kiss him.

At this point, I’d just be in the way.

So, I end up outside, a beer in my hand, my head tilted up to the sky. I stare at the stars, the clatter in the kitchen filtering through to me. Kit’s laughter, Avery’s quick quips back. He’s obviously making him feel better. Kit’s no longer sniffling and crying.

Fuck. I want to just…be with him right now. I want all his attention on me.

I miss him and we haven’t even been apart today. I’ve seen him every hour and yet it’s not enough. I want more.

A greedy, grumpy bastard. That’s me. I’m getting possessive in my old age.

“Dinner’s ready!” Avery calls, and I sigh, finishing off my beer and letting out a pathetic burp. Guess I should go in and chat.

But before I can turn to go, Avery is next to me, holding out a plate full of food.

“Here,” he says with a small smile. “You looked like you’d rather die than go inside.”

I harrumph like I’m ninety years old.

“I know. I know, but be nice. He just needs a friend.”

“He has the whole planet to find someone…”

Avery pokes my arm gently. “I promise to make it up to you.”

My cock twitches in my pants at that. What kind of making up will he do? Will it be with his pretty mouth? “Fine.”

“Hi. Hey there! Thanks for letting me crash for a bit,” Kit says happily, his eyes a little less red-rimmed than they were when he arrived.

I stare at the guy, feeling suspicious. He was peering through my windows like he was scoping my place out. Something about him is off, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. “Yeah. Sure thing.”

“I just…you know, I’m just dealing with some shit with my job. And Avery makes the best food. I was kind of hungry too so I just showed up. I know I wasn’t invited…”

“You weren’t,” I murmur, but it goes unheard. Or at least ignored.

Avery and Kit take a seat next to me and dig into their food. I eat a little slower, listening to them chat as I do.

“So, what are you going to do for work then?” Avery asks around a bite.

“I don’t know. Maybe become a contract killer,” Kit replies with a wobbly smile, and Avery shakes his head in amusement. “I mean, kidding, amiright? I’m not really good at much and failing at this just solidifies it.”

“I’m sure you’re good at something, Kit. You have a ton of degrees. You just need to figure out what you want to do.”

“Yeah, I dunno. We’ll have to see. I may need to go back to school again or take up an apprenticeship…”

“I’m sure you can find someone to work with.”

“Maybe.”

He sighs, the two of them continuing to chatter. And I can’t help but wonder where this kid came from and why he’s suddenly a part of our lives.

Too much to think about at the moment, to be honest. I just want him gone so I can have Avery all to myself.

But he lingers. He won’t leave. He’s like a cat who’s decided to make a home in someone’s house. There’s no way to evict them. They just keep coming back, meowing at your door. Probably shouldn’t keep feeding him or he’ll keep coming back.

But after dinner, he helps Avery clean up and then awkwardly shifts on his feet, his eyes moving around the room like he wants to find a reason to stay .

He will too. Kit seems determined. If the kid has anything going for him, it’s that.

“Listen, why don’t you stay,” I suggest, much to my frustration. “I’m gonna go to the garage and work on some shit if you need me.”

Avery’s lips roll between his teeth, popping out a second later, pink and wet.

I want to kiss them.

But it’ll have to wait.

I meander out into the small garage I had built for my projects and notice that Ben’s car isn’t around. He’s been busy with work and school lately. Probably has a social life I don’t know about. I should take him out soon to catch up. I don’t like how disconnected I feel from him.

It’s almost like losing a part of Elaine, like she’s disappearing a little more each year.

I shake that thought away and get to work, hoping that starting on some projects will kill time until Kit finally leaves.

And it works. I’m elbow-deep in the engine of an old truck I wanted to restore with Ben before I knew how much he didn’t care about cars —when Avery appears.

“Hey,” he says, and I peer over at him, taking him in. Fuck, he looks good in those little shorts and that skimpy, tight shirt. I wonder if he had started wearing that earlier if I’d have had my sexual awakening sooner? Or maybe I just always liked him and didn’t realize.

“He finally gone?”

“Yeah. He’s just lonely. Probably because he keeps joking about murder, but anyway. Thanks for letting us hang out for a bit.”

I stand up and wipe my hands on the rag hanging from my back pocket. Avery’s breath hitches as he watches me.

“What?” I ask, and his tongue pokes out, wetting his bottom lip.

“You just look really hot right now. Like sinfully hot.”

The way his eyes rove over me makes my cock thicken behind my jeans.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. All dirty and…manly.”

I tuck the rag into my back pocket and step toward him. “You want me to touch you, just like this? Get you filthy? ”

“Oh god yes,” he moans, his nipples puckering behind that thin shirt.

My hands land on the bare skin of his hips, my thumbs stroking up against the muscles there, feeling them flex beneath my touch. I bet it’s leaving streaks of dirt as I go, grime and grease. Who would have thought someone like Avery would like that, but I can tell that he does. I can see it in the way his pulse flickers faster against his skin, the way his breath hitches and his cheeks pinken.

“Dean, shit, this isn’t why I came out here. I mean, it is, but I meant to say…I saw what was in those boxes. Kit helped me to open them…”

I sigh. “Fuck. It was supposed to be a surprise.”

He looks slightly chagrined. “I didn’t know what they were, but I love it. It’s for me, right? Because if so, I really fucking love it.”

“Yeah, they’re for you. So if you want to paint a picture, you should. I want to hang something on my wall,” I say, and he nods as my fingers tease him. He sways into me and his lips find mine.

“I can do that. I can so do that.”

It’s an explosion after that—my hands yanking him into me, lifting him into my arms and setting him on the closed tool chest to my right. It’s large, heavy enough to accommodate his weight, and the perfect height for him to wrap his legs around me.

As his ankles lock behind my back, I pull his shirt off, wanting to drag my hands across his bare chest, to leave marks against that perfect skin. I want to see the remnants of me against him for hours after.

A low, desperate moan leaves him as our lips crash back together, his chest bare, my fingers dragging up to his pecs, plucking his nipples softly until he’s panting and thrusting his hips forward.

“You know what I’ve been thinking about doing all day?” I ask.

“Tell me. I want to know.”

“Jacking you off,” I reply when our lips finally part and I start unbuttoning his shorts.

“Oh fuck. Yes. You can totally do that. Anytime. Anywhere.”

“Mm. Well, like I said before, I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

“Me too. I think about you incessantly. ”

“I would have done this sooner, but Kit came and ruined it.”

He lets out a small laugh and then a groan when I drag his shorts down his thighs, leaving him in just a slutty pair of underwear that barely contains his dick. It’s hard and wanting, begging to be touched.

“But now I’m here and ready for all the things,” he says, his voice raspy and low.

“What if I don’t want to do them anymore? What if you made me wait too long?” I ask as I tug his underwear down, the head of his cock making an appearance. My thumb brushes over the tip and he whimpers.

“You so want to. You want to so bad.”

I huff a small laugh and then divest him of his clothes entirely. He’s sitting there, on my tool chest, completely naked, looking like a fucking dream. My hand moves to his hair, tugging the band from the end of his braid and threading my fingers through those long locks, loosening it. It falls in golden waves across his shoulders and he lets out a shaky breath.

“Fuck, you’re pretty. Never thought I’d say that about a man.”

“And yet here we are.”

“Here we are.”

I reach down to grab onto his dick and drag my hand up his length. His lips part, his pupils dilating even further as I tease him. Fuck, he feels nice in my hand. The right size, smooth and soft, yet firm.

Avery can do no wrong.

“Problem is, I don’t have any lube in here,” I murmur.

“Oh. Well, good thing I thought ahead. My shorts pocket.”

I shake my head in amusement as I bend down and grab his shorts, pulling out a small bottle.

“You planned this?” I ask.

“I planned nothing. But a boy can hope and prepare. Now, take off your clothes, Dean. Slowly.”

An eyebrow arches. “You want me naked?”

“Yes. Naked while you jack me off. Let me have this. Don’t rob me of my dream.”

“You’re bossy.”

“The bossiest bitch. ”

“Do you always get what you want?”

“You have no idea.”

I set the lube to the side and reach behind me, pulling my shirt off. Avery’s hands are curled around the edge of the tool chest as he watches me strip. This whole thing is hedonistic and filthy, yet I want his eyes only on me. Nowhere else.

Maybe this was worth the wait.

My fingers slide to the top of my pants, popping the button open as I kick off my shoes, my pants following behind shortly after. I’m trying to go slow, but I’m also eager. Eager to try more with him, to love it just as much as I have everything else. None of it’s hard with him. All of it is disturbingly easy.

My boxers fall to the ground, puddling around my feet and Avery lets out a muffled curse.

“Good fuck, Dean. Why are you so hot? I mean, seriously. This shouldn’t be real or allowed. There should be a law against such sexiness.”

I arch an eyebrow and step toward him, wearing only my socks. I don’t know if hot is the word I’d use to describe myself.

Tired, maybe. Horny, definitely.

“Never thought much about how I look.”

“Well, you should. You’re delicious. I want to lay you out and lick every inch of you.”

My eyes widen and a laugh slips from my mouth.

“Yeah, all right. Maybe you can try that soon.”

“Oh, I can’t wait. I’m ready, but I’m also ready for this hand job. If you are.”

I swallow and nod. “Yeah, I’m fucking ready.”

He lets out a shaky breath, scooting a little closer toward me, as far as he can anyway without toppling over. I step toward him, grabbing the lube and squirting some into my hand.

Avery watches my movements, his eyes never leaving my hands. Those pretty eyes follow my fingers as they wrap around his cock and stroke. His eyelashes flutter wildly.

“Oh. Oh god. Yes. Yes. Just like that. Like that.”

“You like it? ”

He gives me a small laugh, which quickly turns into a moan as he continues to watch me touch him. Of course he likes it. I can hear the way he wants it. And he feels good. Soft, hard, so different from my own dick and yet just right.

“Yeah, of course I like it, Dean. This is like a dream come true. I can’t believe…” My thumb slides over his slit and he bites his bottom lip. “…this is happening.”

“It’s happening.”

I tighten my fist around him slightly and he grunts, arching his hips up as I drag my fist down to the base of his dick.

“It so is. But I may die, Dean. I may die from this.”

I can’t help the smirk that moves my lips. “Don’t die, Avery. I have a lot of things I want to try with you.” I bite down on his neck, making him thrust toward me.

“Oh god. Oh, yes. Mark me.”

“You want me to own you?”

“Yes. Please. Yes.”

I do it again, leaving his skin pink and raised as I continue to work him with my hand, my other moving into his hair, smearing some grease across his jaw as I go. My lips finally find his and our tongues tangle, my dick wanting release. I want to come all over him, to paint his skin white.

I want to mark him as mine.

“You’re mine, you know that, Avery?” I growl, and he whimpers.

“Yes. Yours,” he murmurs as I mess him up further.

Avery starts to whine, his fingernails digging into my shoulders as he clutches me, kissing me, sucking on my tongue. With a feral moan, he finally erupts, spilling over my fingers and onto his thighs.

I let him come down slowly, kissing him through it as his body trembles. And when we finally part, my fingers slipping from his cock, he lets out a contented sigh.

“How was that?” he asks.

“Hot.”

He peers down at my dick, straining out toward him.

“Seems you need something as well. Help me down.”

I do as I’m told, and he stands in front of me, wetting his lips .

“You know what I thought when I first met you? When you were interviewing me?” he asks, his finger reaching out and tracing the tip of my dick. His touch makes me shiver, but I still manage to say, “Tell me.”

“I thought, I want to suck that man’s dick.”

I exhale loudly, and Avery peers up at me. “Can I do that, Dean? Please, can I choke on your big, fat dick?”

“Yeah,” I whisper, and before I can say anything else, he’s on his knees, his hands running up my thighs, his lips on the head of my cock. And before I can even inhale, he’s pulling me into his warm, wet mouth. My fingers thread through his hair, holding on as he takes me deeper and deeper. So far, in fact, that I know I’m down his throat. I can feel the muscles contracting around me, making me groan. I sound like I’m losing my fucking mind. I haven’t gotten head in ages. Years. Fuck.

Fuck .

My hips start thrusting, my fingers digging into his scalp, and all the while he hums happily, his gaze on me. Those beautiful eyes watch me as I stare down at him, my dick disappearing into his mouth over and over. The way he drools for it, wet and sloppy.

Everything about this is too much. Too much.

I tug on his hair so roughly that he hisses around me, but I can’t stop. It’s too fucking good.

“Avery,” I growl as my cock jerks, my balls drawing up, the sensation of coming barreling through me. He knows what’s coming, he can feel it in the tremble moving up my thighs, but he doesn’t pull away. He only seems to sink deeper.

My muscles spasm, my head thrown back as my cock pumps a load into his mouth. He swallows it down, moaning happily as he does, as if he wanted to do this, wanted to drink my cum.

He pulls off after a long moment, my slick dick falling from his swollen mouth.

“Avery.”

“Dean,” he says, pushing himself to his feet and swiping at his mouth. “How was it?”

I reach out and pull him into me .