Page 69 of Running Scared
This man.
He burrowed his hands under the covers and over Bailey’s smooth, pool-washed skin, needing to touch him.Mr.Bumble—who had gotten used to such things in the past—gave a disgruntled meow and flounced off the bed and into his crate on the floor, which had a squishy cat bed inside as well as his favorite catnip mouse.
Baileyhmmed happily and moved closer, until their bodies were tangled under the sheets and Dean could claim his mouth in a breathless kiss.
“What’re we doing here?”Bailey asked, but not like he was hesitant.Like he was excited about what was to come.
“I haven’t held you in two weeks,” Dean murmured, kissing him again.He pulled back to say, “And now that you know all my secrets, I need to hold you some more.”
Bailey’s laughter was rich against his mouth, and then it faded as Dean let the kiss get hungry, and hungrier.After a breathless moment, Bailey pulled back, stern in the moonlight that washed in through the window.
“You have a concussion,” he said.“No gymnastics, Stanford—”
“Use that sparingly,” Dean cautioned.
“Okay, but you need to listen to me!”
“I am,” Dean said smugly.He lay back, his hands laced behind his head.“No gymnastics.It’s all you.I seduced you when we met.It’s all your turn.”
Bailey’s mouth on his neck, his collarbone, his nipples, was all Dean could have asked for and more.And more.He wasn’t simply being seduced—he was beingdevoured.While he lay still, his blood rushed under his skin, tingling, until his aching erection thrust forward under his boxers.
Bailey suckled on a nipple while palming his cock, and Dean almost forgot where they were.He barely silenced a groan and was left back against the bed, panting, while Bailey drove him quietly insane.
“I’m going to….”he began the threat, and then Bailey slid his boxers down his hips, leaving him dripping in the cool night breeze, and he forgot what he was going to say.
Bailey’s mouth on his cockhead made him forget everything else.
He began to whisper, thinking he would give instructions—harder, faster, tongue around the head—but Bailey knew what he was doing.He squeezed the base, licked the slit, tongued his tight harp string, then stroked him, slowly, from bottom to top.
Dean let out a harsh breath, no words left, and he realized that Bailey’s position on the bed, on his knees near Dean’s head with his hips out as he ministered to Dean with his mouth, left his own body vulnerable.
Dean began to stroke Bailey’s cock through his briefs, and Bailey’s expert blowjob faltered before Bailey resumed it with renewed vigor.
Dean rolled the briefs down and sucked his own fingers into his mouth before stroking Bailey’s cleft, looking for his sensitive, vulnerable entrance.
Bailey’s moan around Dean’s cock was one of the most erotic sounds he’d ever heard.
And then it was on, almost like a race, but slower, more sensual, tender.It was the dance of lovers who knew each other’s bodies, who made love to care for each other’s hearts.
Dean’s climax rushed him out of nowhere, and he breached Bailey’s backside with two fingers as he spurted into Bailey’s mouth.
Bailey’s cry was muffled, and then he moved his hand from Dean’s cock to his own, stroking hard while Dean penetrated until he let out a mewl, still swallowing Dean’s come.He collapsed on the bed, dislodging Dean’s fingers and bucking against the sheets, undone from the simplest of lovemaking, and Dean caught his breath.
“This is awkward,” Bailey said eventually, face against Dean’s thigh.
“I’m sure I’ve looked prettier,” Dean agreed, but seriously, he didn’t care.
“How’s your head?”Bailey asked, turning his own slightly, and Dean grimaced, pausing his long stroke of Bailey’s backside, of his flank, of his shoulders, all of which he could reach from this position.
“Aches a little,” he admitted.“But not as much as it would have if you’d let me do what I’d been planning.”
Bailey chuckled and slid off the bed, headed for the small attached bathroom.He came out with a washcloth, and after cleaning them both up a bit and fetching Dean some painkillers, he resumed his place in the bed, but this time with his head on Dean’s bare shoulder so Dean could hold him tight.
“So,” he said, after some shifting and snuggling, some more kissing, and some hands in naughty places before settling down.
“Yeah?”Dean asked softly.
“We’re going to live happy ever after, right?Get an apartment, I’ll get a job, you and Marcus will go be superheroes.I’ll get to play with your family on my time off, my dad will live here and be old with your parents and… and that’s it.Happy ever after.”
