Chapter 37
Colton
Colton woke and rocketed out of bed, prickling with excitement.
No need for coffee that particular morning, he was already jacked way the fuck up!
The DJ DVLN World Tour was in town, performing at Levi’s Stadium.
That meant Dean would be home with Colton for the next three days…
in his arms, tongue in his mouth, cock in his ass, fucking all over their loft.
They’d been apart for the last six weeks, and Colton had been a complete ogre. He was amazed he hadn’t murdered anyone.
He'd always had a busy life, constantly traveling for games and tournaments. He hardly ever missed Sophie, or his parents, or his friends. Football was all he thought about or cared about.
But Dean had waltzed in and changed all that.
The loft was numbingly quiet without Dean, his laughter and his happy, incessant singing and dancing.
Without Dean, the loft was lifeless, a mausoleum.
And without a steady supply of Dean in his life, there was a noticeable vacuum.
Never in his life had he felt such emptiness, such a hole in his soul, as when Dean wasn’t with him.
Every day, he felt sick to his stomach, his throat tight.
It was a struggle to breathe without Dean.
Although they had spoken or FaceTimed every day during the tour up to that point, Colton couldn’t escape the loneliness that grew each minute they were apart.
And phone sex and video sex were not an acceptable alternative to having Dean's dick in his mouth. Colton couldn’t wait, and his cock jumped at the thought.
Colton heard the keys jangling in the door, and before Dean could fully enter the loft, Colton launched himself into his arms, crushing their mouths together. Dean stumbled against the door frame.
“Hi, baby. Miss me?” He giggled between kisses.
Colton buried his face in the crook of his neck, feeling the heat of his skin, deeply inhaling his scent. God he’d missed him!
He frantically kissed Dean’s lips, face, and neck…
“Hi baby…”
Kiss.
“I missed you…”
Kiss.
“So fucking much!”
Kiss.
“Don’t ever leave me again!”
For a few long moments, they kissed and caressed in the doorway, savoring one another after their long separation.
Dean rested his forehead against Colton’s. “God, I missed you,” he whispered.
Cocoa gently pawed his leg, whimpering, waiting for her chance to say hello to Dean.
Dean smiled against his neck. “I’m going to feed Cocoa.” He wrapped his arms around Colton’s waist and gave him a squeeze. “And then you’re going to feed me your cock.”
Colton grinned like a fool. “Deal.” He smashed their lips together once more. “I’ll be waiting.”
After a mind-numbing, toe-curling afternoon of reunion sex, Dean and Colton lounged in bed, limbs entwined in a deep cuddle session. After six weeks apart, neither of them wanted to leave the bed anytime soon.
“Is everyone still coming to the show tonight?”
“Yep…Mom, Dad, Casey, and Sophie are all coming. Sophie’s been texting me about it for weeks.”
Dean sighed. “Well, I guess that means I need to get out of bed…’cause I’ve got a show to do.” He grinned.
Colton grumbled and squeezed him tight. “No. Just a few more minutes,” he whined.
Dean snickered. “Okay, just a few more minutes since I won’t be able to do this when I see you later at the show.”
Colton winced. He was so tired of that shit… the hiding, sneaking, not being honest. He propped himself up on one elbow and looked down earnestly at Dean. “Tomorrow, let’s talk about making an official announcement about us.”
Dean stroked his cheek. “Are you sure?”
Colton smiled and kissed his hand. “100 percent. I’m tired of hiding. I want to be able to touch you, or kiss you, whenever and wherever I want.”
Dean cracked a huge smile and pulled Colton’s hand over his heart. “Okay. Tomorrow we’ll put together a game plan for our public statement.”
Colton, his family, and Sophie entered the private suite at Levi’s Stadium and he strode to the window overlooking the field. As usual, Dean had given them the best spot to view the show…directly across the field from the stage.
The massive stage stretched along the sideline from thirty-yard line to thirty-yard line, currently cloaked in a black curtain.
“Oh my! That’s a very large stage.” Mary joined her son at the window.
Colton smiled, remembering the show at Bayside Grooves. At first, he hadn’t understood electronic dance music at all. But Dean explained the gist of it, the emotion and meaning behind the beats, and Colton had truly begun to love the music.
“Yeah. It’s going to be a great show. I can’t wait for you to see it.”
Mary patted his arm. “Come, look at all this food. You need to eat something.”
Colton rolled his eyes at his mom with a smirk and followed her to the buffet.
He loaded up a heaping plate, grabbed a beer, and planted himself at a high-top table to enjoy his food.
“So…” Sophie sauntered over and bumped his shoulder. “How’s everything going?” She gave him a playful wink.
“Really good.” He smiled with a conspiratory look. “Tomorrow we’re going to plan an official announcement.”
Sophie squeed and clapped her hands. “I’m so happy for you!”
“Thanks. I’m pretty damn happy too.” He pulled her into a hug.
A few minutes later, Dean walked into the suite.
Normally, when Dean performed, he wore a racy or dirty t-shirt, usually having something to do with gay sex, but for that particular show, he had dressed in a tight navy-blue polo shirt.
Colton’s heart swelled. He knew he’d dressed more conservatively for his parents, never wanting to shock or offend them —always so thoughtful— and his heart did a little somersault.
Everyone in the suite knew the deal, so Colton wasted no time walking over to Dean and giving him a big hug and kiss on the cheek.
“Hey everyone.” Dean hugged Sophie and Mary and shook hands with Peter and Casey. “Just wanted to come say hello before we started the show.”
“This is the first time we’ve seen a show like this.” Mary smiled and sipped her red wine. “We’re really excited.”
“Good. There are a few racy and raunchy parts, but it’s all in good fun,” Dean warned with a smile. “Well, I need to get backstage. I’ll see you after the show.” He kissed Colton on the cheek, patted his lower back, and headed back around the stadium to the backstage area.
As showtime approached, Casey, Colton's little brother, joined him and Sophie at the window overlooking the field. The stands were full, and the field was filled from end to end, standing room only. “Fuck! That’s a shitload of people!”
Colton smiled, immensely proud of his boyfriend. “It certainly is.”
Sophie stared down in wonder. “This has to be twice the size of Bayside Grooves.”
Colton grinned. “Oh it’s got to be at least triple that size. This place is packed, from the upper decks all the way down to the field.”
The curtain covering the stage slowly began to rise as the lights began to fade, leaving the stadium in darkness as the crowd cheered.
A video montage of all the previous stops on the tour played across the screen, then a deep, ominous hum swept through the sound system as Dean’s face appeared in the center of the giant video screen. DVLN appeared on each side of his face as a thick dance beat began to fill the stadium.
The crowd cheered louder, bouncing in unison to the beat, hands clapping in the air.
The video screens split in the center and slowly opened to reveal Dean behind the mixing deck, dancing to the beat in a tight black t-shirt with the word ‘filthy’ next to a picture of a pudgy, pink pig.
The crowd went apeshit, cheering and screaming at ear-bleeding levels.
“My goodness! I’ve never heard such a ruckus.” Mary looked at the scene below, wide-eyed and slack jawed.
Colton cracked a wide smile. “He’s amazing, and people love him. This is pretty standard.”
Mary hummed. “And I thought your games were loud. This is astonishing.”
Colton smiled and gave her a side hug as she sipped her wine. “Just enjoy the show, Mom.”
For most of the show, Mary didn’t really pay attention to what happened on the field below.
She enjoyed her wine, nibbled on snacks, and chatted with her family.
Eventually, she joined Colton and the others at the window overlooking the stadium.
Colton shot her a quick side glance as she sipped her wine and watched the show.
He knew it wasn’t her scene. She had always been more country pop or 80’s rock, but Colton hoped she could appreciate the artistic value of the live performance.
“People really like this, huh?” she asked as she stared out into the sea of people.
“They do. It’s one of the most popular genres of music,” Colton responded proudly.
Later in the show, Dean transitioned into his new remix of Madonna’s ‘Express Yourself’.
“Oh my God! This is his new song!” Sophie shrieked and put down her cocktail so she could dance.
The dancers slinked onto the stage, dressed in skin-tight sequined short shorts, black knee-high boots, shirtless, each with a feather boa a different color of the rainbow.
Their routine was a silly, irreverent series of strutting, hip shaking, and finger snapping, and lots of choreography with their feather boas.
The over-the-top routine made full use of the width of the stage and worked the audience into a frenzy.
Colton and Sophie bounced to the beat as Mary stared silently at the spectacle below. After a few moments, Colton snuck another side glance at his mom. She stared down at the stage with furrowed brows. She looked…flustered?
Colton turned his attention back to the performance on stage. It was feminine and campy, and probably something Mary wasn’t used to seeing. But the crowd ate it up. He turned his gaze back to his mom and now, she looked downright agitated.
“Mom?” Colton muttered.
She turned quickly and leveled him with a glare. “Is this what you’re going to become?!” She pointed to the stage, eyes wide and maniacal.