Page 15 of Dean (Unexpected #9)

AVERY

Oh my god. He’s going to eat my ass. I mean, he’s gonna try it, but I’m sure it will be fabulous. I’ll feel like something phenomenal is happening if his tongue sneaks into my hole and goes for an exploration. Which is why I’m cleaning it so well, making sure it tastes like soap and nothing else.

I stand under the warm spray and scrub every inch of my body, making sure I’m squeaky clean. I’m definitely in the shower for longer than I planned. I know I am because when I step into his bedroom and see all that tattooed skin sprawled out on the bed, I hear him murmur about the time.

“Been twenty-three minutes, Avery,” he grumbles. “You like making men wait?”

“I’m sorry, grumpy old man, but I was making sure I’m clean. I don’t want this to be a bad experience.”

He shifts up onto his elbows, his abdomen flexing, and nods toward his cock. “I’m sure you’re fine. Would have taken you just as you were. Now come sit on my face.”

My mouth opens and closes with those words, and I feel my heart flutter in my chest. “You really should stop saying such sexy things. It’s getting very hard not to come prematurely. And that’s just embarrassing.”

“Why? I’d like to see that,” he replies as I eye his hard dick. It’s reaching out to me from between his legs, hitting his abdomen. Fuck, he’s so damn hot. I stood no chance when it came to him. It was game over the minute we met. “I think I’d be very flattered if you came just from me saying dirty things to you.”

I wheeze as I step toward him. This is going to be detrimental to my health.

“Maybe we should try it,” he suggests and then wets his lips. “Now come put that pretty pussy right on my mouth. I want to lick it until you come.”

I shiver as I crawl onto the bed, not sure which way to face. Part of me wants to face him, to watch as he eats me out. But another part of me wants to suck his cock while he does it, to hear those breathy moans move up into my hole.

“What are you waiting for? You having second thoughts?”

“Fuck no! I’m just deciding. There are too many options,” I reply as he reaches out and grabs my cock, touching it softly and making my entire body shift forward, wanting more.

“Decide quickly. I had to wait an entire lifetime for you to get out of the shower.”

My hole clenches around nothing as my hips buck, his hand sliding down to my base before moving back to the tip. Something as simple as this has me leaking. I don’t know what’s going to happen when his tongue moves around my ass. I may just straight-up die. I may meet my pervy maker before I have a chance to be fucked by Dean.

A shame, really.

I wanted more time with him.

“You want me to get you off just like this?” he asks, his voice low and rumbling, pulling my mind back to the very hot present.

“No. Yes. Well, I want all of it. Just gimme. I’m a selfish bitch when it comes to you.”

His hand leaves my cock, and he reaches out, pulling me onto him. I scramble this way and that, finally deciding I want to suck his cock, want to choke on it, want to drink his cum for a pre-dinner snack.

His fingers dig into my hips, obviously having the same idea, and he pulls me backward, so I’m sitting right over his face. I can feel his warm breath against my skin, the brush of his stubble on my ass cheeks. I’m not going to survive this.

I’m going to need to be resuscitated after I come my brains out.

“You have a nice ass,” he murmurs, kissing one of my cheeks softly.

I bite back a pathetic whimper.

His fingers spread my ass cheeks wider, my hole on display, and I bite back another whine.

“Look at you,” he mutters, obviously impressed by what he sees. I mean, my ass is quite majestic. But this is Dean. I never know what he’s going to think. He was straight a few days ago and now he’s here, about to rim the life out of me.

“What do you think?” I breathe.

“I think it’s very pretty.”

My fingers curl into his thighs as he inhales deeply, his tongue peeking out and dragging up my crack slowly. I can’t help but screw my eyes shut, my heart thumping wildly in my chest. Oh fuck. Fuck me. This is too much. How Dean went from not even looking my way a few weeks ago to eating my ass right now is too much.

I’m not going to last.

I’m half dead. My soul is already outside of my body. I’m looking down on us like some kind of ghost.

“You smell real good,” he says, his words making my dick twitch.

“I washed really well,” I whisper as his tongue swirls around my entrance. I feel it, the wet glide of him tasting me, touching me. Not entering, but teasing.

I shift backward a little more, inviting him to move deeper, but he doesn’t. He just continues to rim me, to play with my hole. So I lean down, wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine, to show him I can play that game as well, and I’m very good at it. Very motivated. The best, actually.

My mouth finds the head of his cock, and I suck it between my lips. Dean groans, his tongue jerking forward and breaching me for a moment before retreating. Oh, I like that. I really fucking do. So I do it again, letting my mouth guide his. We push and pull, teasing each other until we’re both groaning, his shaft halfway down my throat, his tongue pulsing inside of me. His hand has snuck between my legs and is tugging on my cock, making me shake and shiver with pent-up lust, with the need to come.

My head bobs, drool leaking down onto the sheets as I suck him harder. And my ass isn’t much better. It’s wet, sloppy, and open. Dean’s tongue is sliding in and out of me, a slow, deliberate fuck. And meanwhile, I’m just a twisted, pent-up body, making the filthiest sounds as I slurp and moan around him, my hole clenching wildly.

I’m close and so is he. I can feel the flex of his muscles beneath my hands, can feel the way his balls have grown hard and heavy.

His hand tightens on my dick, and I hollow out my cheeks in response.

Dean groans, the sound moving into my entrance and lighting me on fire. I need more. I want it. I want to come. I shift backward, fucking down onto his face as I drag him in and out of my mouth. Oh fuck. The way he’s eating me, the slide of his tongue, the way his fist is shuttling up and down my cock.

I can’t…I won’t…oh fuck.

With a low, muffled shout, I explode, my cock jerking in his palm as I unload onto his chest. Dean continues to lick inside of me as I shake and moan, slobbering around his dick until he finally tenses and his cum spills into my mouth, my name on his lips.

I swallow everything, letting it slide down my throat, holding his cock in my mouth until he starts softening. It’s only then that I let him go.

Fuck, I can’t believe this happened to me. I can’t believe this is my life right now.

Rolling to my side, I gulp down air, trying to bring myself back to reality. Only…this is my reality. One where Dean lets me suck his dick while eating my ass. This is my life now. I’m so damn proud.

I’m the proudest gay man on the planet.

This is what I’ve wished for since meeting him, and I got it.

Karma is the best bitch .

Dean grumbles at how far I am from him, shifting slightly until I’m dragged up his body. We’re both overly warm, still wet and messy from seconds ago.

“You’re better off up here,” he says lowly as my head hits his shoulder. “I want to hold you.”

“You can do whatever you like to me. I’ve told you this already, and I meant it.”

He huffs a small laugh, his hand stroking up and down my back. “Did you like it?”

“I fucking loved it. You’ve never done that before?”

“Never.”

“Well done,” I say, and Dean presses a kiss to the top of my head.

“I did some research. It seemed to be good advice.”

“I agree. The best advice.”

“I think I’d like to do that again. I liked the sounds you were making.”

“And I liked the things your tongue was doing. It was quite thrilling.”

He hums softly and sighs. “I am hungry for dinner, though. Should we order in?”

“We can do whatever you’d like. I could also whip something up.”

“How about we order in tonight? You must be exhausted. And tomorrow Ben is coming over…”

“Oh, is he?” I lean up and stare down at him. His pupils are still dilated, his face relaxed. He’s never looked so beautiful.

“Yeah, if that’s okay.”

“It’s perfect. I can’t wait. I’ll plan it all. You don’t need to worry about a thing.” Just as I say that, my stomach rumbles. “And it seems I am hungry. Your cum was not enough sustenance.”

“You swallowed?”

I roll my eyes and kiss the tip of his nose. “Of course I did, you dork. I mean, who wouldn’t? I’d drink it like a water fountain…I’ll drink your cum every night if you’ll let me.”

He glances away, his cheeks reddening. “Yeah, all right. I get the point. And we’ll see about that. ”

“Oh, we will. We definitely will. Now, what do you want for dinner? What sounds good?”

“Thai?”

“Mm, I’m going to counter that. How about Chinese?”

“All right. You order the food and I’ll just lie here and think about your ass,” he says with a smirk.

“Perfect. That’s all that sexy brain of yours should be doing, anyway. It should be thinking of my ass. It’s quite perfect and really deserves a lot of respect.”

“It does.”

He gives it a squeeze, and I reach over, grabbing my phone.

“No, use mine,” he says, but I shake my head.

“No can do. I’ll pay for dinner tonight. A mini-date is what this is. I insist.”

Dean laughs softly. “Yeah, okay. But I’ll take you on a real date one day, Avery. If that’s what you want.”

I peer down at him, the phone hanging limply in my hand. “Yeah, I’d really like that. A lot.”

“But not tomorrow. Ben…”

“Of course. Ben. We’ll plan it.”

And then I swallow a squeal because hell fucking yes. My dreams are coming true. A date with Dean. Maybe he’ll even fuck me afterward and everything.

A boy can dream.

“Avery,” Dean asks after we’ve finished dinner and are cuddled on the couch. I’m half asleep, full of orange chicken and fried rice, and completely satisfied. Although, if Dean asks me to go for a round two, I so could. I could totally get it up. I’m young and motivated.

“What’s up?” I murmur, rubbing my face against his chest and trying not to purr.

He pauses for a long moment and then says, “So, you know I saw Nick today and he said something that I have a question about.”

“Well, fuck. What did that asshole say? ”

“He said something…”

My heart thumps in my chest and I sit up slightly, staring at Dean, wanting to get a read on his face. What the fuck could Nick have told him? I didn’t open up much to him, but hell, we did get drunk a few times…

“What did he say? Just spit it out.”

“He implied I should be concerned about what you got up to when no one was looking.”

I sigh and close my eyes. “Fuck. Well, would you believe me if I said it’s not a big deal? I mean, it’s not great, and not really indicative of my ethics or morals, but…” My voice trails off and I peek an eyelid open, looking at Dean. He’s more curious than anything, waiting for me to admit what it is.

Fucking Nick. Honestly, he’s such an asshole. He shouldn’t have said anything, but then again, he is insisting I stole his money. So I shouldn’t put this past him.

“I’ve stopped. It’s kind of embarrassing, actually.”

Dean continues to wait for me to elaborate. Fuck, I guess I have to. It makes sense to admit it, to tell him, especially since I don’t want Nick to be the one to spill my secrets to him. That would cause Dean to think poorly of me, but at the same time, I don’t really want to admit it.

I should have known that those few times I hung out with my roommates would come back and bite me in the ass. But I was too drunk to care.

I open my mouth to come clean, but suddenly something crashes in the backyard. We both freeze, wondering for a second if we’re imagining it, when it happens again. With a curse, Dean is up and off the couch, rushing to the backdoor. I follow, blinking when he flips the lights on, illuminating the outside.

It’s then that I see it—the ground is on fire near the overturned firepit.

“Shit,” Dean hisses and then rushes toward it, me on his heels.

“Goddamn,” I shout. “Get some water.”

“I know. I fucking know,” Dean hisses.

Flames lick at the grass, a crackling noise meeting my ears as we rush toward it. Dean grabs a hose while I hoof it back into the house and pull the fire extinguisher from beneath the kitchen sink. I saw it there when I was organizing shit and thank fuck I did. In seconds, I’m back in front of the fire, Dean hosing it with water as I unleash the entire canister on the smoking flames, the two of us putting the fire out in seconds.

We both just stand there, smoke billowing around us.

It wasn’t as bad as I thought, but fuck, it was still scary.

“Fuck,” Dean murmurs.

“I can’t—someone set your yard on fire.”

“It was Nick. I’m sure it was that asshole.”

“God, he’s so bad at everything. I mean, he tried to light your backyard on fire? He basically just lit us a toasty campfire and didn’t stay to socialize.”

Dean eyes me and then turns the hose off, letting me follow him back inside.

“I mean, I guess it makes sense. He probably didn’t like you showing up to threaten him. He does this. He just reacts when things don’t go his way. Hence the way he snapped and punched me in the face for no good reason.”

“Yeah. No one else has the motivation. And just so you know, I didn’t threaten him, per se. I warned him away, and it apparently didn’t work like I thought it would.”

“Oh fuck, I wish you would have just…not.” I sigh and set the fire extinguisher down with a loud clank. “I just feel bad this is all happening because of me. This is so fucked up. Maybe I should just leave. You don’t need this.”

“Hell no. You’re not going anywhere,” Dean growls and pulls me into him, his eyes meeting mine. “But you are going to tell me what happened, why he thinks you stole his money. I want to know. I want to know everything about you, even the hidden parts.”

My forehead hits his shoulder and my eyes sting. “I know. Are you sure you don’t want me to leave? I can totally do that and you can go back to your life where nothing bad ever happens.”

“I don’t want you to go.” He sounds sincere, so I just shake my head .

“Okay, well, should we report this? Will they do anything if we do?” I ask.

“I don’t know. I really have no idea what the cops will be able to do.”

“Maybe we should just let it go.”

Dean looks unsure but then sighs. “For now. How about this? I’ll get some cameras installed. Make sure we can have this documented if it happens again. When he fucks up again, then we can bring it to the police.”

“That’s a good idea.”

“Yeah, I think Ben knows someone who can help.”

“Good. I’m glad. You need someone to keep an eye on you.”

Dean pulls me inside, shooting off a text as he locks the door. “I guess I do.”

Guilt gnaws at me and I feel my stomach clench. “I’m really sorry. I know this is all my fault.”

“It’s not your fault that asshole lost his mind. People don’t go around burning down backyards. He’ll do something soon and get caught in the act.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to leave?”

“I’m sure. You already painted a wall purple, and it’s growing on me. And I still want a painting hung on my wall. I want more color in my life, Avery. I’m not ready for you to leave. Not any time soon.”

“Oh. Okay. Does this mean I can paint the bedrooms, too?”

“Yeah. Whatever you think would look good.”

“All right. I can do that.”

“Good, because I like you here, in my house, in my life. If it means we struggle through this drama, then we struggle through it. I watched my wife die. I can handle a little aggression from Nick. That’s nothing. I promise it’s nothing.”

“Oh god,” I murmur as Dean leans toward me, pulling me in for a kiss. As soon as our mouths meet, I fall into him, holding on to him and kissing him like my life depends on it before he finally pulls away.

“Do you still want to talk?” I ask, worrying my bottom lip. Dean nods but then takes my hand.

“Let’s just put it on hold for a bit. We need a minute of calm. ”

When we’re cuddled on the couch, my head on his shoulder, my body tucked into his, he finally asks, “All right, Avery, talk to me. Tell me what I’m missing. What don’t you want me to know?”

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

“I want you to.”

I sit up slightly and meet his stare.

The way he’s looking at me, so intent and unwavering, makes me feel just a little more confident in what I’m about to say. I really hope none of this taints how he sees me. Just when we were doing so well, too. Just when I was starting to see my dreams come true.

“Okay, well, I think it’s that I got drunk one night and told Nick that I used to steal…things.”

Dean’s eyebrows rise, but he says nothing, so I continue.

“It’s not as bad as it sounds. I had to, you know? My parents were shit and my sister needed me to pay for things, so I did what I had to do. It started small. Just petty theft, snacks from convenience stores, taking extra food from my friends’ houses. And when I got a little older, like seventeen, it got slightly more out of control—clothes from the department store and a bit of cash kids’ parents would leave around the house. It was for her, for Amanda, and sometimes for me. I know it was wrong though. And I’ve stopped. I don’t do that anymore. I promise.”

“So you were a thief?”

I wince. “I mean, technically, yes, but for good reason. I swear. It was always about helping my sister. I mean, my parents didn’t buy her shit. And I had a job, but that all went to having a car and a phone so I could work and go to school. And I never made enough. But I was just being a dumb kid. I know that now.”

Dean runs a hand across his face and then sighs. “Yeah, I guess I get why you did it.” His eyes flash to mine and regret seeps through them. Oh fuck, I know what he’s going to ask. “But hey, no judgment…did you take the money from Nick? Is he telling the truth?”

My heart hammers in my chest and I feel my face pale. He doesn’t believe me. He thinks I did it. After everything, he thinks I did it.

“I didn’t,” I whisper, feeling my eyes start to well up. “I didn’t take it. ”

“But you knew it was there.”

“I did. He bragged about it, but I didn’t want his money, nor did I need it. I know I joke about not making enough with you, but I do. I promise, I do.”