Chapter Ten
Sully
“Correction, Dean.”
Sully towered over Dean, cowering with his back to the counter and looking up at him with big, brown, beseeching eyes. “What would you like me to do to you?”
Dean gasped involuntary, a slight shudder rippling through his petite body. “Do I have to say it?” he croaked, voice cracking as if he’d just reached puberty at that precise moment. “Do I have to say it ... out loud?”
Sully nodded, enjoying their sudden game of cat and mouse. “If you want me to do it to you, Dean,” Sully murmured, reaching out a hand to brush across the soft, blond stubble that covered his pretty little head. “Yes, you have to say it. Out loud.”
Dean nodded, bit his lip and grinned up at him. “Well, in that case ... I’ve always had this fantasy of ... of...”
Sully was hanging on every word, entranced by the elfin little beauty at his feet.
“Of what?” he asked. Too loudly. Too eagerly.
Too obviously. Dean had come to him, after all.
Crept across the deserted street, knocked on his door and broken their deal to wait overnight before taking things a “little further.”
Sully was supposed to be playing it cool, hard to get, cocky and suave and aloof, but one look at those big brown eyes and those soft, pink lips and all his resolve was shattered, just like that.
“Tell me, Dean,” he practically gushed, too impatient, horny, and desperate for his own damn good. “Tell me your fantasy and I’ll make it come true. Right here. Right now.”
Dean merely nodded. “Nothing,” he lied. “It’s just, I’ve always wanted another man to .
.. undress me?” His confession took on a questioning tone, one Sully was suddenly all too eager to answer.
When Sully stood, stunned in shocked disbelief, Dean rushed in to fill the quiet, empty space.
“You know, take my shirt off, drag it over my head with my hands up in the air, his big, strong fingertips dragging up my ribcage. Unbutton my pants and unzip them and ... and...”
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Sully blurted, admiring the simple outfit Dean had chosen to wear that day.
“Yeah?” Dean sounded uncertain, shifting from foot to foot in the quiet, cramped kitchen. “You think?”
“You have to ask?” Sully muttered, fingers already itching to make Dean’s fantasy come true.
“I mean, I know it’s not very edgy or exciting, but ... it is to me.”
“Me, too,” Sully gushed, their eyes meeting furtively. “And believe it or not? It’s a fantasy of mine, too.”
Dean somehow found the balls to reach out with one obviously trembling hand and take a swipe at the sash of Sully’s robe. “Silly, you’ve already undressed yourself.”
Sully felt the swish of the robe against his thickening cock, aching and tender and vulnerable to Dean’s many charms, just like the rest of him.
“No,” he admitted sheepishly. “I’ve always wanted someone to undress.
That way. Just like you described it. Slow and soft and tender, like .
.. like lovers would. Foreplay, you know? ”
“But you said, you’ve done this before.”
“Done stuff before,” Sully insisted. “Rushed, rough, grunting stuff. Anonymous stuff, fast and hard and secret. Nothing like this, Dean. And with no one like you.”
Dean cocked his head, as if hearing the crack in Sully’s suddenly taut throat. “Yeah?”
“Why do you think I’m pacing around in this stupid kitchen, in this stupid robe, in the middle of the night? Because you haven’t turned my world straight upside down?”
“I have?”
“Are you going to question everything I say?” Sully teased, taking one last sip of his beer before setting it down for good. “Because if so, I’m going to just start undressing you now.”
Dean wriggled with what looked like almost manic glee, nodding just as feverishly. “Yes, please.”
Eager to please, Sully’s fingers clasped the hem of Dean’s shirt.
The skin beneath was soft and warm as it brushed, ever so gently, against his fingertips.
Dean purred, shivering as Sully gently tugged the shirt a little higher.
Beneath, just above the waistband of his jeans, Dean’s soft, fleshy belly quivered and hitched, offering a glimpse of that pale, untouched flesh Sully craved to caress in every conceivable way.
Knead it like dough and pinch it like sugar and pull it like . .. like...
Later, he promised himself, dragging the shirt gently higher as Dean’s breathing grew ragged and helpless.
Sully’s eyes widened as the soft, rippling t-shirt revealed more and more flesh by degrees, pale and smooth and aching to be touched and savored.
Gently, the soft fabric crested Dean’s chest, taut and flat and marked by two perfectly shaped nipples, puffy and plump and aglow in the kitchen’s dim lighting.
Raising the shirt just a bit higher, Sully couldn’t resist the temptation to glance the thick, hard pads of his thumbs across each one, relishing in the slight, warm, smooth touch, even as the simplest of gestures turned poor, virgin Dean into a whimpering, trembling pile of aching desire.
He sucked in breath, the sound as harsh and sudden as the twitching of his lithe, lean little body against the stainless steel counter at his back.
Sully smirked knowingly and dragged the shirt even higher, Dean dutifully lifting his arms as if they’d done this a hundred, a thousand, times before.
“Good boy,” Sully praised as the shirt rose to cover Dean’s face, the pace almost glacial now as Sully admired the smooth expanse of his lover’s torso, hard and soft in equal measure, the perfect balance for a virgin boy like Dean.
And, Sully thought, a hungry boy like himself.
As the shirt slid above Dean’s head, Sully found him blushing, quietly, eyes heavy-lidded and lips gently parted.
The shirt slid up his arms, Sully tossing it atop the kitchen counter he’d only have to clean again in the morning.
“Wait,” Sully insisted as Dean started to lower his arms, admiring the pale, smooth, utterly hairless flesh beneath each one.
He’d never seen such a thing of beauty before, his other lovers, few as they were, always hairy and butch and macho to the core. “Are these ... do you shave them?”
Dean’s blush was sudden and revealing. “I like them that way,” he insisted, nodding and lowering his arms just the same.
Sully blinked in wide wonder. “And you do that for ... yourself?”
Dean nodded, arms gently crossed over his chest as if he hadn’t just begged Sully to take his shirt right the fuck off of him. “Why?” Sully croaked. “I mean, if by your own admission, no one’s going to see it anyway?”
Dean shrugged, soft shoulders smooth and bare. “It just feels good,” he insisted. “To pamper myself. To feel myself. To practice self-care and do something sexy even if ... if I’m the only one to ever see it.”
Sully smirked, nodding at the jeans gently sagging off Dean’s narrow waist. “And down there?” he croaked, almost too excited to speak. “Do you do the same? Down there?”
Dean jutted out his chin and smirked right back. “You’ll just have to keep going to find out.”
“Your wish,” he grunted, sinking down onto one knee at Dean’s feet. “But first, these sneakers.”
“I can do those,” Dean insisted, still frozen in place, knuckles white as he gripped the kitchen counter.
“All part of the fantasy, right?” Sully teased, quietly undoing the gently knotted laces atop each foot.
“Not really,” Dean confessed, warm breath on the back of Sully’s neck as he bent at his lover’s feet. “I was mostly concerned about the clothes.”
“I dunno,” Sully mused, gently lifting one leg to tug the sneaker off before gently dragging free the sock. “Some guys think this is pretty fucking sexy.”
“D-do you?” Dean stammered as Sully repeated the process on the other foot, until he returned to a standing position, glancing down as Dean wriggled his bare little toes.
“Fucking hell,” he spat, admiring a half-naked Dean with something very much like awe. “There isn’t a part of you I don’t find sexy right now, Dean.”
“That’s just cuz you’re horny.”
“That’s just cuz you’re pretty, pretty boy.” Sully fumbled with the button of Dean’s jeans, hearing another gasp of breath sucked in through those pretty little lips. “Last chance,” he warned, even as he gently slid the zipper down. “Second thoughts? Cold feet?”
Dean merely shook his head, fluttering those wispy blond lashes as if batting away each and every one of Sully’s remaining arguments for why this was the dumbest-ass, hair-brained-est, stupidest fucking idea in all of Clay County.
“Okay then,” he grumbled, rough and hoarse way down in his throat, wriggling Dean’s jeans lower only to find a pair of soft cotton briefs hiding seductively beneath. “Wow,” was all he could say.
“They’re comfy, okay?” Dean insisted, wriggling and lifting and contorting until, at last, Sully had tugged the jeans completely free.
This time, Sully was too entranced to toss them atop the counter with Dean’s shirt but, instead, merely let them fall with a whisper to the kitchen’s skid-free concrete floor.
“Comfy is one word,” Sully muttered, reaching for the waistband as Dean’s soft little belly did another little dance of desire just above it. “Sexy is another. Fuck, baby, I can see right through these things.”
“Only because ... because...” They both glanced down at the same exact time.
“They’re so wet?” Sully finished for him, admiring the silver dollar size stain that was spreading from the tip of Dean’s surprisingly skinny, achingly long cock. “And it’s so ... big?”
Dean blushed, wriggling as he stood, practically naked but not. Quite. Yet. “It’s average,” he insisted as Sully quietly slid the waistband down gently lower.
“No, baby,” Sully insisted. “I’m average.
You’re ... shit, I don’t even know if there are words for what you are, you sneaky little shit!
” The waistband slid a little lower, revealing not just the smooth, shaved pubic mound beneath it but the glistening, fat tip of Dean’s impressive cock as well.
Rather than heap more praise on the well-endowed little virgin, Sully merely moaned with intense, gurgling anticipation.
“Holy Jesus,” he spat at last, tugging the briefs down to release the slick, pale shaft from inside.
They made quick work of kicking off the undies, until at last Dean stood before him, hot, naked, hard, and leaking like a whole damn sink even the world’s best plumber couldn’t fix.
Not that Sully was complaining, mind you.
All that liquid lust coating his pretty prick was like a siren song, drawing his quivering hand like a magnet.
“So smooth, baby,” he croaked, taking Dean in hand and feeling pure velvet throbbing in his grip.
“Every inch of you, so. Fucking. Smooth.”
“Stop,” Dean gasped, standing up on his tippy toes once more as if to thrust every one of his thin, eight inches into Sully’s eager hand.
“I couldn’t even if I tried,” Sully admired, left hand caressing the shaven mount of sticky, smooth skin that stretched above the base of Dean’s cock.
“And I won’t,” Sully promised, even as he shifted his hands to grip either side of his lover’s skinny waist. “I won’t stop until you’ve come all over yourself. ”
“Jesus,” Dean grunted as, using every bit of leverage in his lower body, Sully gripped his lover’s waist and gently slid him atop the counter. “Oh. Fucking. My!”
They shared a rough, breathless chuckle, Sully gasping from the sudden, late-night exertion.
“Now I’ve got you right where I want you,” he insisted, face to face as Sully kissed Dean breathless while subtly gripping his cock at the same time.
It was squishy and slick, throbbing and thrusting as Dean wriggled to get more comfortable atop the cool, slick counter beneath his skinny white ass.
“Or,” Dean grunted as their lips parted, Sully leaning slightly back to admire the pulsing shaft in his sticky grip. “Do I have you right where I wanted?”
“Either way,” Sully mused, the slick sounds of his steady jerking filling the quiet kitchen as if they’d just stumbled onto the world’s loudest jerkoff video. “I think we’re both fulfilling a few fantasies tonight, Dean.”
“Fuck, yeah, we are,” the little shit spat, gripping the counter once more, leaning his head back against a row of crisp white cabinets behind him and thrusting that stiff, pretty cock in and out of Sully’s fist. “Jesus, Sully, I can’t... It’s never ... please ... slow down.”
Sully stopped altogether, mid-thrust, his hand halfway down the veiny shaft. “You come over here,” Sully mused between thick, wet, sticky kisses that rattled the cabinets behind Dean’s head. “Hot and hard and sneaky with this python in your pants and now? Now you want me to slow down?”
“Yes,” Dean whimpered, naked and shivering as sex sweat started to grace his wriggling little body. Sully paused to admire the way it made Dean’s puffy nipples glisten, rivulets pooling in the sexy as sin folds of his gently folded gut. “No, I mean... I don’t know what I want except you, Sully.”
Sully nearly froze with the admission, so flattering and romantic and gosh darn sweet he wasn’t quite sure how to process it.
“I know what you want,” he grunted, slowly but steadily stroking the sexy little shit to within an inch of his life.
“You want to come. With another man. You want my hand on you when you do. You want to feel that blast of hot, wet, thick, sticky jizz all over your cute little tummy, right?”
Dean winced and shivered and nodded all at the same time, blinking fresh sweat out of his eyes as the sexy blond stubble atop his head began to glisten with perspiration. “Yes, Jesus, yes to all that shit!”
Sully kissed him silent, clutching his fiery pole in his velvet grip.
Slowly, steadily, between Dean’s urgent whimpers and his sticky kisses, Sully stroked him to hard, thick, urgent release.
It came in a whimper at first. A soft, subtle pulse of thick, drizzling pearls as if to rob them both of the fireworks they’d prepared for.
And then, gasping and cursing, Dean’s cock leapt to life, a gusher of seed pulsing from the glistening tip and, just as Sully had predicted, splashing his panting chest and wriggling belly with thick, fat, wet ropes that glistened in the fluorescent lighting overhead.
Sully merely aimed the pulsing shaft, painting his lover’s chest with hot, sticky jizz as an ulterior motive formed in his taut, appreciative gut.
“Jesus,” he grunted as, at last, the shower turned to a drizzle and then a drop, Dean’s whole chest a masterpiece of hot, sticky lust. “You really were a virgin, weren’t you? ”
Dean sank back against the cabinets behind him, gasping, panting, sticky and painted with his own fresh layer of lust. “What clued you in, cowboy?”