Page 14 of Dean (Unexpected #9)

“Fucking perfect. But you’re all dirty now.”

“Oh, I don’t mind. I like it.”

“We’ll get you cleaned up.”

“You gonna take me into the shower with you? Scrub me clean?”

I bite my bottom lip and slap lightly at his ass cheek. “You fucking know it.”

We stand in the shower for far too long, putting my water heater to the test, but I want to take my time, to make sure I get all the grime I left on him washed off. And he loves it, arching into me, kissing his way across my neck as my soapy hands slide up and down miles of skin.

“I think the water is turning cold,” he says as he nips at my earlobe.

“Yeah,” I murmur, grabbing his ass and lifting him into me, a slow grind of our hips. I’m turned on again. I want him again.

Want to push more than just the tip in this time.

But I don’t say that. I just kiss my way across his face until I find his lips. Our tongues meet, stroking one another until we’re both panting. The steam in the room is making me slightly lightheaded, but I don’t want to stop touching him, kissing him. Even though it’s been so long, part of me is scared to go all the way, scared of finding out I’m not what he wants.

I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.

But I still want to try. I want to try everything.

“Shit, it’s cold now,” I murmur, and Avery nods. “Let’s get out.”

“Can we continue this in bed?” he asks as I hand him a towel. I want to keep doing this in bed, but I also feel those telltale nerves again. I push them away.

It’ll be fine. Fucking fine.

It’s Avery. Everything with him works even if I worry I’ll do it wrong.

“Fuck yeah.”

He grins and steps out, drying himself off hastily, but I stop him, making sure every inch of him is dry, bending my knees and sinking to the ground to dry off his legs .

His ass is right there, pert and biteable, so I lean forward and drag my teeth up those firm globes. Don’t even know if he likes this, but fuck, I do it anyway. Just going with the flow, trying new shit.

“Dean,” Avery gasps, reaching out to grab on to the counter.

The towel falls to the ground and I’m no longer pretending to dry him off. Instead, my hands drag up his legs, sliding up his stomach and holding him to me. I can feel his heart racing beneath my palm. Mine is doing the same. I’m so fucking unsure. All of this is so new to me.

My lips graze the back of his hip, sliding down to his ass cheek once more, and I kiss it softly. Avery is watching me over his shoulder, his eyelids hooded, his wet hair falling across his shoulders.

“Is this good?” I ask, and he nods.

“Fuck yes. I love it. Anything you do to me is good…but Dean, what are you gonna do to me?” he whispers, and I don’t answer because I don’t know.

All I know is I can’t keep kneeling here. My knees hurt on the hard floor and I want him spread out in bed anyway.

So, I kiss his ass once more and then stand up, grabbing his hand and pulling him into my bedroom. He stands there, completely naked, hard and pink all over. I reach out and gently push him down onto the mattress. He falls with a small oomph and I follow him, bracketing his head with my arms, my body over his.

Our eyes meet, our noses touching.

“Kiss me, please. I haven’t gotten my fill,” he whispers.

I descend on him, loving the simple directions he gives me through all of this. I love that he’s a bossy bitch.

I kiss his lips, his neck, his shoulders, slowly moving my way down his body.

“More?” I ask.

“More. Yes, please. Always more.”

I suck on his nipples, licking my way across his ribs that protrude with each inhale before dragging my mouth down to his stomach, to that little belly button I’m obsessed with. My tongue peeks inside that small dip, and Avery arches up into my touch.

He’s mewling, making the cutest sounds as I continue to explore him .

And when I make it to his dick, I run my nose up the length of him, feeling the smoothness of his cock against me. A shiver runs up my spine, anticipation and anxiety mixing together. I don’t want to fuck this up. I want this to be perfect.

But how can it be perfect when I’ve never done it? How can it be when I’m so out of practice?

But Avery doesn’t seem to care. He’s grabbing on to the sheets, his fingers curled tightly near his sides as he holds his breath. Without saying a word, he’s telling me he wants this.

I hope I don’t fuck this up. Don’t fuck this up, Dean .

The tip of my tongue peeks out and slides up the side of his dick, causing Avery to expel a low moan.

“Oh fuck. Is this happening? Am I dreaming?”

“No. No dreaming. Stay awake for this,” I reply, and Avery holds his breath again as I swirl my tongue across the tip of his dick. I can taste him, the small bead of pre-cum hitting my tastebuds.

Hm. It’s not bad at all.

I could do more. I could do so much more.

So without overthinking it, I take the head of his cock into my mouth, and Avery lets out a curse as I suck on him, my hands holding on to his hips as I experiment with sucking a dick. To be honest, I’m not good at it, terrible actually, but the way Avery is moaning you’d think I was performing some kind of miracle, like this is something I’m being paid to do.

No one would pay for this , I think.

But I carry on. Slowly, I pull him into the back of my throat, gagging before pulling off and peering up at him.

“You don’t need to do this,” he whispers, his eyes wide.

“I want to.” So I do it again to prove it. I know I don’t need to do this. But I want to. My cheeks hollow out, each downward thrust an opportunity to try different things. I’m getting a feel for what he likes. For what I like. Never in my life did I think I’d be doing this, and yet here I am.

The slide of my tongue across his cock, the way he feels tunneling down my throat, the taste of him.

And the entire time I experiment, Avery is a mess of noises .

“More—nghhhh—yes—oh fuck.”

The sounds spur me on, my own dick hard between my legs. Reaching my hand down, I stroke it, getting myself off as I work him toward the edge. The sight of me jerking myself seems to light him on fire. His moans grow louder as I work his length. His breathing grows frenetic, patchy. I think he may expire from this.

“Dean. I’m going to come. I’m so close. Pull off—oh fuck—pull off it—you don’t want?—”

I only suck him harder, my fist working my dick into a frenzy. And when his cock explodes in my mouth, it throws me over the edge, messing up the sheets between us.

I hold him in my mouth, keeping the taste of him on my tastebuds before finally pulling off him and spitting his cum into a tissue.

Avery is watching me with hooded eyelids as I take some tissues to the mess I made between his legs. When I’m done, I toss them onto the floor and fall to my side. Avery wiggles over to me, his chest still heaving, his eyes closing.

“I can’t believe that happened,” he says.

“Me neither.”

“Did you like it?” he asks as he throws a leg over my thighs and burrows into my side. I fucking like this .

“Yeah, I did. More than I thought I would. I saw…well, Avery, I want to eat your ass next time.”

His eyes pop open and he stares at me, unblinking. “Shut the fuck up, Dean. Right now. Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“I mean it. I want to try it. If you don’t mind an old man who doesn’t know what he’s doing.”

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll manage just fine. Just give me a little notice so I can make sure I’m nice and clean down there.”

My hand strokes his back, and I nod. “I will. How about we plan it for tomorrow?”

He lets out a small laugh. “All right. I can do that. Squeaky clean ass coming right up.”

The next morning, while Avery gets ready for work, I notice three things. One, he has a hickey on his neck. From me. Looks fucking nice too. Wonder if he’s noticed it yet. Two, the canvas I bought him is on the easel, the paint spread out on the kitchen table waiting to be used. And lastly, his phone is blowing up non-stop. I stare over at it and watch it light up over and over, and then glance at the bathroom where Avery is.

I run a hand over my jaw, not wanting to snoop, but also wanting to make sure everything is okay. It’s probably not a big deal, probably just a friend. Probably Kit , I think as I nudge the phone with my coffee mug, turning it so I can stare down at it.

And that’s when I see it.

An unknown number.

A plethora of threats.

I’m going to fucking ruin you.

I warned you, you fucker.

Better watch your back.

My mug hits the counter as I blink down at his screen.

Nick. He’s been bugging him and won’t let up.

Like I said, I’m going to make this asshole stop.

Suddenly, Avery steps up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, his face hitting the space just between my shoulder blades.

“Hey, why are you so tense?” he asks, pressing a kiss to my shirt.

He steps to the side and sees his phone right next to my mug. He looks so fucking hot today in a black skirt and a form-fitting pink shirt. Even his black boots look hot as hell.

This man is scrambling my fucking brain.

I want to sink to my knees and taste his cock again. Never thought I’d want to do that, but here I am craving it.

“You snooping?” he asks, swiping his phone off the counter and looking at it. My mind snaps back to the issue at hand. Nick messing with Avery. My Avery .

“No. They just appeared on your screen. Nick’s been threatening you.”

Avery worries his bottom lip. “I know. I told you that. He really thinks I stole his money. ”

He eyes the messages and swallows when a new one appears. I can’t help but look at it.

“He’s seriously threatening you.”

He peers at his phone and then at me. “I know, but he’s an idiot. He could barely kill the spiders in the house whenever they made an appearance. He’s just mad he’s not getting his way and lost his money somehow. He probably owes a drug dealer something. I bet that’s why he’s trying to find a scapegoat and is blaming me.”

“Avery,” I say, my voice low, my hand moving to his shoulder and squeezing. “You need to report this to the police. This is harassment.”

He sighs. “I don’t really want to do anything, Dean. I just want him to forget I exist.”

“He’s not going to leave you alone. He has it in his head that you have the money.”

“I know, but I don’t. I’m in debt to my eyeballs…”

My hands slide up to his face, cupping his cheeks. “If you won’t do anything…let me take care of this for you.”

“Dean, I can take care of my own problems. I’m a big boy.”

“Let me help.” It must be the way I’m begging because his shoulders drop.

“No, I don’t want you to. I can take care of this myself.”

“Let me take care of you.”

“You can but not like this. This is my problem. I’ll figure it out.”

He peers up at me and rubs a hand across my chest. His eyelashes are black and thick, his eyelids sporting some kind of dark eyeshadow. He looks sinful.

“But thank you for offering. I haven’t had anyone offer to take care of me in a really long time.”

I lean forward and brush my lips across his mouth.

He sighs into it.

“You have me now, Avery. I’ll make sure you’re safe. Always.”

I can almost see the hearts coming from his eyes, and still, I can’t help how I feel. I’m going to protect Avery.

Always.

I know he said not to interfere, but I really want Nick to leave Avery alone. Those threats were serious and he’s not going to just go away. My first thought is to talk to Anthony Costello, but I decide to hold off on that for a while. I know Avery wouldn’t want me to do anything illegal, and I’m pretty sure everything Anthony does is against the law. Honestly, I don’t even want to know what he gets up to. I don’t need to know the details. I just build cars for him.

So while I’m at work, when Avery isn’t looking, I do a little sleuthing. From a general social media sweep, I find out a little more about Nick. Seems like a loser with far too much time on his hands and shady-as-fuck friends. I hate that Avery lived with him for so long and that Nick dared to touch him, to threaten him just because he likes skirts and makeup.

What a fucking bigot.

Thing is, I don’t know how I’m going to sneak out and confront him. Avery won’t like it if I just disappear. He’ll ask questions, and honestly, I don’t want him to know how I plan on resolving this.

I don’t even know what I’ll be forced to do. Nick seems like the kind of person to push my buttons.

Thankfully—and I never thought I’d say this—Kit makes an appearance after lunch, which gives me an opportunity to sneak out and make my way over to Avery’s old apartment complex. I remember when I took him here, how protective and angry I felt when we found his stuff chucked outside.

And now I’m back.

This is such a shitty place , I think as I step over weeds growing through the cracks of the pavement and skirt around some garbage.

With clenched fists, I move to the door of his old apartment and let my knuckles rap a few times on the rickety door. A moment later, a gangly man answers, looking like he’s just come back from some kind of bender. His hair is askew, his beard slightly matted, and his clothes a stained mess.

This better be Nick.

“What?” he asks, and I cock my head, taking him in. I could take him, I’m pretty sure. While he is younger than me, he looks weak and frail .

“You Nick?”

“Yeah. Who the fuck wants to know?”

“I’m here to speak to you about Avery,” I say.

His eyes flash to mine and narrow rapidly. “What about him? That asshole stole my money.”

“No. He didn’t.”

“How the fuck do you know, old man?” He stands up a little straighter, and I do too. I haven’t gotten into a fight in years, not since my days playing hockey, but fuck if this man doesn’t make me angry. I want to knock those yellow teeth from his face.

“I know him and he didn’t do it. Now, what will it take for you to leave him alone?”

He snorts, choking slightly. “When I get my money back.”

“He doesn’t have it.”

“The fuck you say! I don’t believe you or him. Especially him. He hides shit. You know that? You know what he likes?”

I arch an eyebrow and crack my knuckles. “I do.”

He snorts again and runs a trembling hand across the back of his mouth. “He tell you what he got up to when he thought no one was looking?”

“I don’t fucking care,” I murmur, even though that makes me a little curious. I want to know everything about Avery.

“Yeah, you do. Asshole, I can see you care. Your eyes say so. You want to know what your little queer boyfriend has been up to.”

“Fuck off.”

“I won’t. Not until I get what he stole from me.”

“How much was it?” I ask, and Nick cocks his head slightly.

“You gonna pay it?”

I don’t answer, just grind my teeth slightly, waiting for him to answer.

“Nah, you know what? I’m not going to tell you. You couldn’t afford it, anyway. You look poor as fuck. Fuck you and fuck him. You’ll get what’s coming to you both.”

That’s it. My hands unclench as I step toward him, grabbing his ratty shirt and pushing him up against the wall. He smells like piss, and as his toes brush the ground, an unmanly squeak slips from his lips .

“Listen, you piece of shit. I let you talk out of your ass because you look like a dick and I wanted to see what you had to say for yourself, but I didn’t like any of it, so I’m going to fuck you up. You have no idea who I work for,” I add lowly. “The things I will do to you if you continue to bother him…”

“Yeah, I don’t believe you. You wouldn’t hurt a fly. You’re too soft. Let me go,” he murmurs, but he looks slightly afraid.

Good. He should. I don’t technically work for Anthony, but I could call in a favor. I would, too. I’d make this piece of shit disappear. I wouldn’t even feel bad about it.

“No, not until you tell me you’ll fuck off. Stop texting him. Stop thinking about him. He didn’t take your money. You spent it and are looking for a way out.”

“No, Avery’s a thief. Just ask him. Ask him about it. You don’t know his secrets, man.”

I shove him harder against the wall, his head knocking roughly against the dented plaster, and he lets out a small wheeze.

“I don’t need to ask him shit. Just stay away from him.”

When he doesn’t answer, I shake him a little harder, making his teeth rattle.

“Fine. Fine !”

It’s only then that let him go. His feet hit the ground and he sags slightly to the right, catching his breath. I don’t move away, just stand there, looming, until finally I take a step back.

“You get near him again, you message him, and I find out…I’m going to come back here and make you regret it.”

“Fuck off,” he wheezes, holding on to his neck and pulling in ragged breaths.

I take a step toward him and press my boot against his bare foot, putting all my weight on it and making him grunt in pain.

“I mean it, Nick. Fuck off or find out.”

When I hear the crack of his bones, I step off and let myself out.

He’s really not worth my time , I think as I stalk toward my motorcycle and hop on.

He’s not fucking worth it.

But I’ll make him my problem if he keeps bothering Avery .

I’ll make him regret it.

“So, where did you sneak off to for lunch?” Avery asks. Kit is standing near him, bouncing on his toes. I’m not surprised he hasn’t left the shop yet. Kit never seems to leave, no matter what anyone suggests.

I peer at him and then back at Avery.

“Uh, just went for a short ride around town. Cleared my head.”

Avery purses his lips and arches an eyebrow. “Cleared your head for what? Why don’t I believe you? You’re a terrible liar.”

Kit nods. “I don’t believe you either.” He lowers his voice and whispers, “He looks guilty.”

I glower at Kit, who shrinks back slightly.

“Avery, can I speak to you in the office?” I murmur and then turn around and stomp up the stairs.

I can feel him following behind me. It makes my skin tingle and my heart race in my chest. Something about him being nearby gets me going. I guess it’s always been like this. I just never knew what that telltale feeling was until now.

Attraction. That’s what it was.

I’ve always been attracted to him. From the moment I laid eyes on him, I wanted him. I just didn’t know it until now.

When we arrive in the office, Avery leans against the shut door, his hands behind his back, those pretty eyes glancing up at me.

“What do you need, Boss?”

“I need Kit to not be part of our conversations.”

His lips twitch, forcing down a smile. “I know, but he just won’t leave.”

I can’t help the laugh that leaves me at that. “He’s like a cat. An orange one.”

“He is. He’s found a home and refuses to go.” I run a hand across my face as Avery takes a step toward me, his fingers landing on my chest. “But really. Tell me. Where were you? You really are a shit liar and now I’m worried.”

“I don’t know if I want to tell you. ”

“You should tell me.”

I glance away from him and then back at his beautiful face. “Fine. I went to see Nick.”

Avery’s face falls, his eyes wide. “Oh god, Dean. Don’t do that.”

“I want him to leave you alone.”

“You showing up won’t make him stop. He’ll just…it’ll make him more determined.”

“We’ll see. If he doesn’t leave you alone, we have options.”

“I really don’t want to know what those options are. I’ve told you this before…”

My hands fall to his hips and I pull him into me. “I just want to protect you.”

He sighs into me, his hands hitting my chest, making those butterflies grow even more determined.

“You’re making me swoon. I’ve never had anyone protect me. Ever.”

“Well, now you have me. I’ll take care of you.”

His cheeks darken, and he sways into me. “That’s so romantic. I hate that you went behind my back, but I get why you did it…”

“Yeah. So, how about we forget all of this, fuck off and go home?” I finally suggest. “We should go home.”

“But you have too much to do.”

“Do I really?” My lips land on his and we kiss for a long minute, tongues sweeping in as we just taste one another. I’d continue this exploration of him, but Kit appears suddenly, the door squeaking open as he pushes his head through the crack. “Oopsie, sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I had no idea what was going on in here. Whew, you can feel the tension…”

Avery pulls away from me. “It’s fine, Kit. We’re done, anyway. Come on in.” I grumble my frustration but go ignored. “Here, I’ll show you how to file this stack of papers.”

“Avery,” I say lowly. “I’m not hiring anyone else.”

Avery ignores me, pulling Kit over to the filing cabinet and speaking to him in slow, encouraging tones. My earlier protest falls on deaf ears. Well, I guess that’s it then. I’ve been dismissed. My opinion means nothing. Seems Kit is going to be filing papers for me .

For fuck’s sake.

I leave the office, heading down to the main floor, and my eyes fall on Ben’s desk. He’s not here today, but even so, I know I need to reach out and plan something with him. So without overthinking it, I pull out my phone and call my son, inviting him to dinner tomorrow. He sounds slightly reluctant, but I don’t let him make excuses. I want to talk to him. I want to spend more time with him, to find out how he’s been doing. The other day when I went over to talk, he seemed…reluctant to open up. And while I want to respect his boundaries, I also want him to know I care, that I want to know what’s going on in his life. That I’m still his father and I’ll have his back no matter what.

With that on my mind, I get back to work, chatting with Cash and Ford. I feel a weird energy coming from the two of them, but I realize that it’s probably something I’m not involved in. They have their own little bromance going on, one I’ve never been a part of. Sometimes, I feel a little like the third wheel in this friendship. A part of me wonders if they’ve ever messed around, with how close they are.

“Is everything okay?” I ask.

They turn to look at me at the same time.

“Yeah. Just…same old shit.”

“Because I’m feeling like something is going on and I don’t know what it is.”

“Probably have to take a dump,” Ford says.

“I don’t think that’s what it is.”

Cash cocks his head. “But seriously, who is the dude fawning all over Avery while he’s at work?”

“He’s not fawning, he’s just…clingy.”

“He’s weird. I don’t like him,” Cash says, and Ford nudges him.

“I mean, we don’t know him but he is giving off weird vibes.”

“Yeah, fuck that dude,” Cash adds.

“Fuck him,” Ford agrees and I’m left standing there not sure what to do. Hell, I just want him to leave.

When it’s finally time to close up the shop, Kit has wandered off to whatever cave he crawled from—finally—leaving me alone with Avery. And fuck, I want to take him home with haste. I want to kiss him again. Unlike yesterday, I wasn’t able to take breaks during work and do that because Kit was around, dominating his time.

It’s made me slightly grumpy. I can feel the frustration roiling through me the longer my mouth stays away from his.

“You ready to go?” Avery asks, taking the helmet I offer him and putting it on his head. He’s wearing that short little skirt and fuck, I want to see what he looks like, sitting behind me, those legs on display. I’ve been getting peeks of them all day. I want to drag my hands up them, feel them link behind my back as I slant my mouth over his.

“Ready,” I grumble, and when his hands finally wrap around my waist, I pull out of the parking lot, letting the engine roar as we head down the road. Avery lets out a laugh at the speed and I can’t help that my own lips turn up at the excitement moving through him. It emanates from him and enters my body, making me feel alive.

That’s what I feel when I’m with him.

I feel alive.

Does that make me selfish? Taking something from him so that I can feel good again?

I’ll have to ask him. I’ll have to see.

Because I refuse to stop on my own.

Selfish bastard, that’s me.

For so long I’ve given everything up for Ben, and now…well, now I want to take some of it back. I want to be selfish. I want to live.

Minutes later, I pull into the driveway and park the motorcycle, letting Avery get off first and then following him, but I stop him before he can move inside.

“Wait,” I say and then wet my lips. “Sit back down.” I point at the seat and Avery’s eyebrows rise.

“Why?”

“I wanna see those legs. On my bike.”

He blushes.

“Oh, do you?”

“Yeah, I fucking do. Now sit that pretty ass down so I can take a look.”

He does it and does it slowly , throwing a long leg over the seat and lowering himself onto it. His skirt rides up as he goes, just like I knew it would, and my cock twitches in my pants at the utterly erotic sight before me. Fuck yes. He looks as good as I knew he would.

He always looks so fucking good.

“What do you think?” he asks, arching back slightly, making the fabric move up his thighs a little more.

“Hot,” I mutter and then step toward him, pulling him up and into my arms. “Let’s go inside. I want to try some things. Just like we planned.”

“Things? Whatever could you mean?”

“You know. I know you do.”

He giggles and then kisses me, throwing a leg around my waist and making my body arch into his. I half drag, half carry him inside. He’s giggling and moaning as I kick the door shut and make my way toward the bedroom.

“Wait!” he cries and then grinds up against me. “Wait. Are you eating my ass for dinner?”

“Yeah. That was the plan.”

“Fuck, okay. I need to shower.”

“I could just eat you right now,” I murmur as we fall onto the bed. He squirms beneath me as I kiss my way up his neck. “You have a hickey, right here.” My teeth scrape over it, and he shivers.

“I do. I love it. I want more. Leave hickeys all over me, please. I want to look like a messy canvas.”

“I will. I’ll make you a work of art.”

“But a shower first.”

I sigh and roll over, staring at the ceiling. “All right. I’ll shower too.”

“You should. Or you could not. I don’t mind a dirty Dean.”

“We could shower together,” I say, turning my head and staring at him. His eyes meet mine and he wets his lips.

“How about we shower separately? And then I’ll meet you in here. Give me ten minutes.”

“Yeah, all right. I can do that.”

He sits up and peers down at me, leaning over to kiss me sweetly before hopping up.

“Be right back, old man.”

I roll my eyes and hear the shower turn on. Never eaten ass before , I think as I step into my bathroom. I turn to look at myself in the mirror and see my red cheeks, my eager eyes. Maybe I should look up some tips before I go into this. Get some suggestions from the gays.

“Seems I’m gonna try it,” I murmur as I turn the water on and pull up an informational sheet online.

I’m going to be the best ass eater on planet Earth.