Page 84 of Melting the Ice

“Maybe.” Dean didn’t seem fazed by this possibility, just turned over onto his back.

Brody decided that was an invitation and followed him.

He didn’t usually hook up, and he didn’t usually cuddle with his hookups, but this felt good.Right. Especially when Dean’s arm wound its way around him and tugged him close.

He rested his chin against Dean’s pec, feeling the slight abrasion of hair, and thought he’d genuinely never felt more like himself.

It didn’t make sense, because he’d never thought he’d wanted this before. He hadn’t been denying it to himself. But at the same time, this felt like the answer to a question he’d simply never asked before.

“Well,” Dean drawled into the quiet. “Guess that resolves a lot of things.”

“Yeah?”

Dean’s fingers tightened on him. “You’re the one who asked. I hadn’t really thought about it, and I guess I should’ve.”

Brody realized that Dean was referring to the first time they’d hooked up, on the couch, that Friday night weeks ago.

“I was a little drunk, that night.”

“But not drunk enough to not know what you wanted,” Dean said. “Me either.”

Brody nodded. “I wondered if it was just the franticness of it. Like the shock, the first time, and then the second time, just . . .I don’t know . . .maybe just being super horny.”

“Oh, you were super horny alright,” Dean said wryly.

Brody laughed. “I was. But it wasn’t just that. And tonight? Ugh. That was really, really good.” He didn’t want to specify which bits, though he was fairly certain Dean thought he was just talking about everything after they’d gotten naked and finally ended up in a bed together. But the truth was, he was talking about the whole thing. From the moment he’d spotted Dean in the frat house, to their talk on the steps, to the kiss, to the beer pong, tothis, lying together in bed, just because they could.

“Yeah,” Dean said, and Brody noticed he hadn’t specified either. But surely, yes, the only thing Dean was agreeing to was the sex. Because it had been really, really good. No question.

“Next time, I’m gonna figure out how to do that better,” Brody said. They’d agreed to do this, and it had gone spectacularly well so surely there would be a repeat, but he wanted to make sure he locked down that it wasn’t just a possibility, it washappening, one hundred percent, for sure.

“You do that any better, my head’s gonna blow right off.”

“Well, that’s kinda the idea,” Brody teased. He turned and set his forearms on Dean’s firm chest, letting his gaze drift up and down and finally meet Dean’s eyes.

They were no less intent than normal, but also sweet and sleepy, glazed a bit from his orgasm. It was a good look. But then just about anything was a good look on Dean.

“You did good, pretty boy,” Dean said.

“Another thing that should not be hot, but is,” Brody pointed out in a dry tone.

“Me calling you pretty boy? Sure is,” Dean agreed. “What else do you think fits that category?”

“That we didn’t think would be hot, but is? I’m not sure. Like, blowing a guy? A guy taking off his clothes real slow? A guy giving me a hickey practically on my dick?”

Dean rolled his eyes. “It was just a little nip, and it wasn’t on your dick. Plus, I don’t think you can bitch when it made you come like that.”

For a minute, Brody was quiet, thinking. Considering the things he could say, and all the things he wasn’t sure he was ready to say, yet.

“Honestly, I don’t know what else fits. I guess we’re gonna have to find out,” Brody said.

“I got something,” Dean said. Because of course he did. This man had never been afraid of honesty in his whole damn life.

Brody didn’t know whether to be envious or appreciative.

“Okay,” Brody said.

“Next time, I wanna lay you out, on your stomach. You got such a pretty back, pretty boy, and lick all the way up and down it, and then . . .lick you lower. Get you nice and wet for my fingers. Feel you come around them, just from them inside of you, and you humping against the bed because you can’t help it any longer.”

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