Chapter 32
Dean
Colton leaned back and patted his belly. “That recipe is a keeper.”
Whenever the weather was good —which, in San Francisco meant no fog or rain— they always dined on the rooftop. And Dean jumped at any opportunity to play with his new toy, a custom Sling N Steel smoker.
The evening's experiment had been smoked swordfish with grilled zucchini and a spinach salad.
The sun began to set over the bay. Dean admired the beautiful, romantic sight, and it gave him an idea. He fiddled with the iPad, found a romantic slow song, and stood, extending his hand to Colton.
“Come on, baby, dance with me.”
Colton smiled, stood, and wrapped his arms around Dean. “Such a romantic, my boyfriend.”
They danced as the sun set, slowly swaying, holding each other close. Dean nuzzled Colton’s ear, smelling his hair. “I love the way you smell Colton.”
“Thank you. I didn’t think I smelled like anything, except maybe soap.” Colton laughed.
“You smell like a fucking man and that’s what I love.” Dean uttered a low growl. “I just wanna sniff you all day!”
“Easy, tiger!” Colton sighed. “You know, I never really liked slow dancing until I danced with you.”
“No? I love to slow dance. But most people don’t do it anymore, except at weddings.
I love the feeling of holding you; our whole bodies close, moving in sync.
” Dean rubbed Colton's arms and his back. “I love the feeling of our skin rubbing together, our hearts pressed together, almost beating in tandem. It’s so wonderfully arousing. It’s almost as good as sex. ”
“Almost. But nothing is better than sex with you, baby.” Colton kissed his cheek and spun him around.
“I don’t really want to go home.” Colton sighed as they settled back into a slow sway.
“Then don’t,” Dean whispered as he nibbled his earlobe.
“As much as I want to stay, I have to get clothes and restock my bag for practice tomorrow.”
“No, I mean. Don’t go back to your condo. Ever again.”
Colton pulled his head back, leveling Dean with a confused expression.
“Move in here, with me,” Dean said with a nervous look.
He’d floundered back and forth all day about asking.
He wanted Colton with him always, permanently.
Going into dinner, Dean was 99% confident Colton would say yes without a thought, but Colton looked puzzled, and he was worried he might refuse.
“Are you serious, Dean?”
Dean smiled timidly. “I’m totally fucking serious. I want you here with me, I want you in my bed every goddamned night.”
Dean took Colton’s hand and led him across the roof to a space on the other side of the elevator and stairwell acess.
“Look. The roof has a ton of extra space.”
“Wow. How the hell did I never notice all this extra space?.”
“Yep. And you can renovate whatever you like. You could create your own putting green right here on the roof,” Dean explained.
He then led Colton downstairs into the condo, diverting him to the left of the stairs instead of back into the loft area. Dean opened a small, nondescript door to reveal a large swath of undeveloped space with beautiful brick walls with large windows, just like the loft.
“When I designed the loft, I only utilized about 30% of the floor. You could renovate and create anything you want in this space. You could build a nice office for yourself or we could expand the existing gym, maybe put in a sauna and steam room. Whatever you like. Remember when we first met, you asked me if I had a dungeon? We could put in a dungeon.” He winked.
Colton laughed as they walked through the unfinished space. “It never dawned on me that the loft wasn’t taking up the entire floor. This is massive.”
“Uh huh. This area would be a great suite for Aiden, if I do end up adopting him.” Dean pointed to the far corner of the floor.
“I’m also thinking of putting in a library.
We could do it together, create our own space.
And the entire floor below us is also completely undeveloped.
We could put in some stairs and make this place a duplex. ”
Colton looked at Dean, stupefied.
Dean shrugged. “What can I say? I like my space, and I like my privacy!”
Dean took Colton in his arms. He knew this was fast, but he knew what he wanted. He hoped Colton wanted it too.
“No pressure, but I want this place to be ours, not mine. We can make this our home. What do you say, Colton? Will you shack up with me?”
Colton laughed, his eyes sparkling. “You never cease to amaze me, always full of fucking surprises! Hell yes! I would love to live here with you. Let’s do it!” He grabbed the back of Dean’s head, pulling him into a forceful kiss.
“And just look how close you’ll be to work now.” Dean grinned between kisses. “You’ll cut your commute in half!”
Colton pushed Dean against the brick wall. “I don’t care about my commute. The only thing I care about right now is fucking you, right here in this empty space!”
Dean growled. “Well then, let’s christen our new territory, you nasty stud!”
Colton slammed Dean’s hands against the wall over his head, roughly kissing his face and neck. “You’ve got me so turned on, baby.”
“Give it to me Colton. Don’t make me beg,” Dean said breathlessly.
“Oooh, but you know I like it when you beg,” Colton murmured in his ear.
“You want me to beg for it?” Dean gently bit Colton’s earlobe, and slid his hand down his pants, grabbing Colton’s hard dick. “Feed me that enormous cock, Colton. Fill me up from behind. I need it so bad. Please. Fuck me now!”
Colton spun Dean around against the brick wall, ripped his pants down, and lubed him up with his tongue, lapping at his hole like a thirsty dog. He dropped his own shorts, gave his cock a few pumps with some spit, and relentlessly drove Dean into the wall.
“YESSSS! Fucking pound me, baby!” Dean groaned.
Colton bent forward, kissing Dean’s back and neck. “Yeah, take my big cock, you filthy little whore!”
Dean reached back, grabbing the back of Colton’s head, whimpering. “Yes, yes, yes, yes! Harder! I need it! Harder!”
Colton pistoned into Dean ruthlessly. Dean was insatiable, hungry, begging for more. He pushed back into Colton’s thrusts, driving him deeper, the sounds of slapping skin filling the space. Colton collapsed onto Dean’s back, convulsing as he emptied himself deep inside.
“Fuck yes!” Dean groaned, pumping his cock, shooting his load all over the wall.
Colton rested his head on Dean’s back, out of breath, his legs still quaking. “Holy fuck! That was incredible!”
Dean stood and turned, kissing Colton’s sweaty brow. “That was hot! But did you just call me a filthy little whore?”
Colton blushed a little. “Sorry…got caught up in the moment.”
“I liked it. I’ll be your filthy little whore.” Dean smirked and flicked his tongue over his bottom lip.
They collected themselves with a quick cleanup and walked through the empty space.
“I can’t believe you have all this extra square footage.”
“Well, it’s always a good idea to invest in real estate in San Francisco. And I kept all the extra space in case I wanted to open my own record label someday. Or in case I ever met a gorgeous stud of a running back who I’d want to move in with me.” Dean smiled with a wink.
Colton laughed. “We could do a lot with this. How about a bowling alley?”
“Bowling alley, racquetball court, archery range, hockey rink…anything you want, baby.” Dean kissed his cheek.
“You’re so good to me, Dean. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve this.”
“Well, you fucking won the lottery, that’s for sure!” Dean winked and kissed his hand. “No, but really, nothing gives me more pleasure than taking care of you. I still have the contractor who did the loft, so we can begin planning whenever you’re ready.”
Colton wrapped his arms around Dean’s waist. “I think I’m ready for round two, you filthy little whore.”
Dean laughed. “Okay Goose, ya big stud. Take me to bed or lose me forever!”
Colton raised his eyebrows.
“It’s from Top Gun. Geez! We have got to get you caught up on pop culture.”
Colton laughed, picked Dean up by the back of his legs, and carried him to bed.