Page 10 of Spring Breakup
“Why?” Rosie asked, and Dean knew he was in trouble. She saw him way too clearly for comfort.
“It’s going to put me off this awesome orgasm you’re building up.”
Rosie made a noise in the back of her throat. “Bullshit.”
“If I were going to paint Tyler, I’d put him in those glasses,” Leo said. Dean bit back a groan. “You didn’t get to see him, Dean. Shame really. He’s very cute in them.”
“Oh, that’s a good idea,” Rosie said as if she wasn’t absolutely tormenting Dean. She moved the Fleshstroker faster over his cock. “What else would you paint?”
Dean shook his head, but it was fruitless. They were ignoring him.
“Well, he would be shirtless. I bet he’s got blond chest hair. Beautiful.” Leo continued on, but Dean felt like he was underwater. Sound was muffled and distorted.
He didn’t want to hear about how Leo would paint Tyler. If Dean were going to draw Tyler, he’d draw him relaxed because it was so different from the man he’d seen so far. He would draw Tyler tumbled back on white pillows, tropical camp shirt open, hair sweaty, eyes closed.
No, eyesopenbut hooded and tired. Satisfied. His lips would be parted and wet, his legs splayed, and—
“That’s it,” Rosie said in Dean’s ear as he started to come, his orgasm endless and slow as syrup. “You’re okay.”
Leo’s arms came around him as Dean’s legs wobbled, and Dean gratefully hid his face in Leo’s shoulder.
Rosie rubbed his back as the last shudders washed through him. It was all very gentle, which wasn’t their usual MO.
He wasn’t sure he liked it.
Once Dean had caught his breath, Leo and Rosie led him back inside. They were taking lots of care with him, and he needed them to stop.
“I’m fine,” Dean said. “That was hot.” Just empty words. Something he often said once the dust had settled on sexual shenanigans. That simple handjob on the balcony had left him feeling fragile, not hot.
“Yeah. Here, lie down,” Leo said. “Let us baby you for a change.”
Dean was already halfway down, but Leo’s words made him spring back up.
Rosie shot him a hard look. “I want to cuddle, so lie down.”
Dean followed orders. It was easier when it wasn’t for his benefit.
They chatted about nothing for a while, twined together in a friendly puddle on Rosie and Leo’s bed, and it felt so nice and normal. Dean ate it up, soaked in the goodness and friendship.
Leo fell asleep first, his snores familiar.
“How do you sleep next to that ruckus?” Dean said teasingly.
“He travels a lot. Makes it easier.”
They both laughed, and Rosie rolled to directly face Dean.
“So… about Tyler,” she said cautiously.
Dean did everything in his power not to stiffen. “What about him?”
“He’s a great guy. He’s going through a rough breakup.”
“I’m aware. I’m also going through a breakup. We’ve discussed this.”
Rosie rolled her eyes. “But you’reyou. You’re always fine.”
Dean nodded, even as a hidden part of his heart rebelled. He was fine, but…No, he was fine. And it was good that people recognized that.
