Chapter 9
Colton
Colton plopped onto his sofa with a beer in one hand and his iPad in the other. Practice was over, and mercifully, he had the next day off before the big game on Sunday. But there wouldn't be any partying for him. The evening was all about resting and recharging his tired, aching body.
Colton propped his feet on the coffee table, woke his iPad, and mindlessly scrolled through his notifications. About halfway down the long, long list, one jumped off the tablet to his attention…
‘DJDVLN shared a new reel.’
Colton tapped the notification, which opened Instagram and Dean’s latest reel.
Dean was playing piano, singing into a microphone perched on top of the keyboard. He had a stunning voice and certainly knew his way around the keyboard. But the music faded into the background as Colton fixated on Dean as he sang, leaning in, his bottom lip seductively grazing the microphone.
Fuck! Why is that so sexy? Colton wondered.
Dean had a steamy, dreamy look in his eyes. He looked like he was about to deepthroat that microphone, and Colton’s cock bounced in response. Before he even realized it, he’d tapped the ‘love’ button on the video.
Colton was mesmerized. He also realized he had no idea what Dean was singing. Was it a stripped-down version of one of his songs? Or was he singing a slow, sexy cover of another artist?
Grabbing another beer, Colton dove down a rabbit hole, watching video after video of DJ DVLN on YouTube; there was an endless selection of videos on his YouTube channel.
He’d never realized how many songs Dean actually had; how commercially successful DJ DVLN truly was.
Colton knew Dean was successful. He owned an entire building and gave his staff places to live, for goodness sake.
Clearly, he had significant financial stability.
Colton had no idea exactly how big of a deal Dean was in the world of dance music, though.
Dean was never boastful or boisterous about his success, and that’s one thing Colton admired most.
His mind wandered back to their workout a couple of weeks ago, and what he said to Dean in the sauna…
“I like you, Dean. You’re really fun. I’m glad we started hanging out.”
He meant what he said. He was glad that they were becoming friends.
And he wouldn’t be opposed to working out with Dean again.
The way his muscles engaged and strained during their session was a thing of beauty.
Colton enjoyed pushing him to his limit, and it was probably the most enjoyable session he’d ever had.
By the end of their workout, Colton had clearly been flirting with Dean, but he had no idea why.
Something about Dean just brought that playful side out of him.
It was a hell of a lot of fun. Did he feel bad about it? No fucking way.
And after watching more of Dean’s videos, realizing just how commercially successful he is, Colton felt a surge of pride in his chest.
He admired how Dean overcame adversity and made something great for himself. Most people would completely collapse after being disowned by their family. Colton certainly would. But not Dean. Somehow, that trauma made him stronger, more focused.
How did this happen? He wondered. How did he become friends with a major rock star? Okay, maybe he’s not a rockstar in the normal plays-in-a-band, trashes-a-hotel-room sense. But he’s still a musical superstar. How the hell did he end up hanging out with some dumb jock?
Sure, Colton had his own level of success, and legions of his own adoring fans, but from what he was seeing on the DJ DVLN YouTube channel, Dean was on a whole other level!
Colton smiled, mentally going through their timeline. And with that thought, Colton’s smile widened as he grabbed his phone…
Colton: Hey stud! Hope you’re good! Was just thinking of you and realized we haven’t hung out in a while. Let’s get together soon.
Dean: Hey! That’s so funny! I was just thinking about you, how we haven’t hung out lately! Great minds and all that. Yes! How does next week look for you?