Page 20 of Learning to Change

Quickly stripping off my clothes finally had Dean tuning back into the real world and he hid under the water as I climbed in behind him.

“Because he knows he can be himself with us and he’s confident that he knows us. Other people are more confusing to him, and I honestly don’t think he understands that he sees relationships differently than most other people.” If his only reference for dating were his parents, that would explain a lot. “We just have to make sure he understands our limits and we talk shit through.”

It wasn’t going to be rocket science…just blow jobs and orgasms.

Dean would figure that out once he stopped worrying, but for the time being he needed to breathe. He was going to drown before he came out from under the spray, so I put my hands on his shoulders and turned him around so his back was to the water. “You just need to remember that he’d rather have us all happy than get something specific done to him sexually.”

Barely holding back a moan as our erections brushed up against each other, Dean swallowed hard before working to get his words out. “He…he was really happy when you guys were…when you were exploring each other last night.”

Exploring each other?

Well, he wasn’t wrong, so I nodded. “That’s what I meant. It made him really happy and it was within my limits.”

Grabbing the shampoo, the same one we all shared since the fucking shower was too small for a thousand bottles, I poured out a generous amount and started washing his hair. The distraction worked better than I thought because his eyes immediately closed and he moaned again.

Sexy as fuck.

“Now, technically I know what we did was within the limits you put on your list and I know you didn’t safeword, but was there anything that happened that we need to reevaluate your limits on?” His face tightened a few times as he tried to worry, but the head massage was making it too difficult.

“I…” He moaned again as I found a new hotspot for him. “I liked seeing you guys together and it was easier than I expected in some ways because Joel was so excited.”

And making Joel happy was somehow hardwired into Dean’s personality…that was probably why he’d always picked up his shit even before Joel had actually managed to talk about how frustrated it made him.

Joel loved it, too. He liked being the center of attention, but I didn’t think he’d taken advantage of that while we were all drunk and curious.

“I liked seeing you guys kiss and there’s a big part of me that loves being in control of you guys. So I’m going to need for you to tell me to back the fuck off if it gets to be too much.” My honesty got a bark of laughter from him. “I’m serious. It’s hot to be in control and know the person you’re with isn’t going to call you an asshole or a bossy fuckhead.”

That had Dean’s eyes flashing open. “That idiot chess asshole. He said it.”

I wasn’t sure what it said about the situation that Dean could identify the fuckhead right off the bat, but I nodded and shrugged. “Yeah, smart guys are assholes sometimes.”

But they were hot…so I put up with way too much from them.

“You aren’t an asshole for wanting to be in control during a scene or sex. The guy downstairs who overexplains shit made that very clear.” Dean didn’t seem to have any problem admitting how many times we’d eavesdropped on the neighbors. “You just have to find the right people to explore it with.”

And I hadn’t been finding the right people.

In my defense, I hadn’t connected the dots right away and then I hadn’t been sure what to do about it until Joel had started asking some very interesting questions.

Our neighbors were all really strange but they’d been great at sparking fascinating conversations.

“Have I found the right people now?” Running my soapy hands down his neck and chest, I kept my movements slow so I could read his signals. “I loved last night, but I don’t want to push you too much or fuck up our friendship.”

Dean was desperately trying to hold on to his worries, but he kept moaning them away, and by the time my hands were down to his cock, his eyes had closed and nothing else mattered. “You…pushing me is…it’s a good idea.”

I thought so too or he might die confused and slightly embarrassed, but pointing that out while I was jerking him off seemed rude.

“But you’re going to promise to let me know when your limits change or when I push too much?” My question made him sigh, but I kept up the gentle touch and waited.

And waited.

It was time to cheat…just a little bit.

Shifting him before he could think about what I was doing, I pressed his back against the wall and pressed my dick against his. “Because you don’t want me constantly overthinking what I want to do to you, right?”

Oh yeah.

He moaned and his hips thrust forward, fucking his dick against mine. “Please.”

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