Page 9

DEAN

I curled up under the sheets, my heart swollen with excitement after sitting beside Harry on my bed, after mending his hand, after touching his skin and taking care of him. But it was also hurting that he had to go, that he rushed off like he did, that he left his birthday present behind.

I had no idea what caused the frantic exit.

Madeline pointed to a stain on his T-shirt.

At first, I thought maybe he’d spilled beer down his front.

But as Madeline pointed it out, I caught the distinct smell of something other than the aroma of pine needles and mountain rain that filled the room from the broken bottle of cologne.

Peaches.

I could smell the sweet scent of peaches.

“Mmm,” I murmured, getting out of bed, walking into the bathroom which I had cleaned up earlier, and saw the bottle of lube on the counter. “Oh shit, did I seriously unpack that?”

I had.

And it had been handled, because when I picked it up, the bottle was slippery as if someone had used it.

A grin spread across my face.

An erection surged in the jockey shorts I wore as pajamas.

I chuckled at my reflection in the mirror, amused and excited. “Holy shit. Harry played with my lube.”

I suddenly began fantasizing about what else Harry might have played with.

The thought had me racing back to bed, the bottle of lube in hand.

I set the lube on the nightstand, peeled my jockey shorts down my legs and let my long hard cock slap against my abs.

I threw myself onto my mattress and spurted a couple of globs of lube onto my right palm. Oh yeah, Harry had been into the bottle all right, the lock on the pump trigger had been released.

“Oh God, that’s so fucking hot,” I uttered to myself, before clamping my teeth shut, arching my back slightly and seizing my stiff dick in my fist.

I jerked myself hard, listening to the music of the lube squelching. I closed my eyes and imagined that the sucking sound was coming from Harry who was crouched between my legs…

My dick in his mouth…

His head bobbing up and down as I groaned with pleasure.

“Oh yeah, Harry. Right there,” I moaned, twisting my grip as I pounded my dick.

“Uh-huh… oh fuck… I’m gonna…”

With a loud cry I raised my hips high and let my load fly.

Hot cum splashed across my tensed stomach and up my chest, splashing against my throat while I grunted and bit down hard on my bottom lip.

Slowly I caught my breath, let my body melt against the bed.

Looking down I grinned at the last of my cum oozing from my slit, pooling in my navel.

The aftershocks of ecstasy rippled through my body, pleasure washing over me until that feeling of bliss slipped away like a wave on the sand, leaving me once again heartbroken that Harry hadn’t stayed.

That I could never be with him the way I yearned to be.