Page 86 of Dean

And I do. I make sure to go up every hour—kissing him senseless, letting him tease me in the most dramatic of ways. With his words, his mouth, his body. By the time we’re ready to leave, I’m almost frantic with pent-up lust. Avery isn’t much better. His cheeks are flushed, hisbody shifting back and forth in the passenger seat as if trying to get comfortable. But he can’t quite manage. The heel of his palm drags against his aching cock, pressing on it, trying to get it to behave. But it won’t.

I get it. I’m in the same boat.

As soon as we arrive home, I want to get him inside, strip him naked, and watch him get off. Watch me get him off. I want that more than I want to breathe.

“Almost home,” I murmur as I turn down the long driveway. Gravel kicks up around my tires and Avery’s breathing picks up in anticipation.

But as soon as we approach the house, I see a familiar shape outside. Someone is peering in the front windows. For a moment, my heart picks up, but then I realize it’s not Nick. No, it’s not. You can’t miss that red hair.

“Well, fuck,” I murmur.

Kit’s here.

“Why is he peering in the windows?”

“Probably trying to see if I’m home,” Avery replies, looking almost sheepish. “We really clicked the other day. He said I was his best friend.”

“Shit,” I murmur as the car shuts off.

Avery peeks over at me and bites his bottom lip.

“Let me see what he needs and I can send him off. I promise it won’t take long. Oh, and we have packages. Shoot, let’s get those inside before someone makes off with them.”

Grumpiness overtakes me as I park the car. I know people like Kit. Clingers, the ones who hang on tightly. Not that I blame him. I’d cling to Avery as well. Iamclinging. I want him all to myself. I don’t want to share. And to be honest, he’s kind of ruining the surprise. Today, between make-out sessions, I decided to order Avery something. Something I wanted to watch him open. Something I paid extra to have delivered today. But it seems my surprise will have to wait.

Striding up to the front door, I see Kit stand up, swiping at his eyes and speaking very quickly to Avery, who looks concerned.

Well, fuck. Avery was overly optimistic. This won’t be quick. Notat all. He’s going to be here for a while. Probably going to need to process shit and everything.

“Oh, don’t cry. Come on. Let me get started on dinner and we can talk. Your boss sounds like a real piece of shit,” Avery says as he unlocks the front door and tosses the boxes inside.

They go ignored, and I sigh in annoyance.

Kit bobs his head and peers over at me, looking slightly sorry for interrupting, but it doesn’t stop him from walking inside my house and linking his arm through Avery’s as he goes. He even stands in the kitchen, talking to Avery the entire time he’s cooking. It leaves me no time to interfere and kiss him.

At this point, I’d just be in the way.

So, I end up outside, a beer in my hand, my head tilted up to the sky. I stare at the stars, the clatter in the kitchen filtering through to me. Kit’s laughter, Avery’s quick quips back. He’s obviously making him feel better. Kit’s no longer sniffling and crying.

Fuck. I want to just…be with him right now. I want all his attention on me.

I miss him and we haven’t even been apart today. I’ve seen him every hour and yet it’s not enough. I want more.

A greedy, grumpy bastard. That’s me. I’m getting possessive in my old age.

“Dinner’s ready!” Avery calls, and I sigh, finishing off my beer and letting out a pathetic burp. Guess I should go in and chat.

But before I can turn to go, Avery is next to me, holding out a plate full of food.

“Here,” he says with a small smile. “You looked like you’d rather die than go inside.”

I harrumph like I’m ninety years old.

“I know. I know, but be nice. He just needs a friend.”

“He has the whole planet to find someone…”

Avery pokes my arm gently. “I promise to make it up to you.”

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