Page 25 of Spring Breakup
It didn’thave to mean anything.
He flung the door open. Dean was sitting on the sofa with his head in his hands, and he jumped to his feet when he heard Tyler.
“No kissing,” Tyler said. That was rule number one. Rules were great for an overthinker.
“Okay. I’m sorry. Tyler, I really—”
“We don’t have to be friends. Or talk. In fact, it’s better if we don’t.” Rule number two. Friendship would just complicate it.
“Hey, maybe I want to be friends with—”
“Do you have condoms? I haven’t been tested in a while.” Safety was rule number three.
Dean’s mouth dropped open. “What’s happening right now?”
Never mind. They could come back to that.
“It doesn’t mean anything. No strings. Rule four.”
Dean’s gaze sharpened on him, and Tyler’s pulse jumped. That intensity was scary and hot all at once.
“What are you asking me for, Tyler?” Dean said, his voice a sexy rumble.
“Not asking. Offering.”
“Hmm. What are you offering then?”
Fuck, Dean’s voice was the sexiest thing in the world. Tyler laughed at himself and panic-walked into the kitchen to get a drink.
Over his shoulder, he said, “Rebound sex. Obviously.”
Dean caught him by surprise. A face-first into the refrigerator surprise.
Tyler gasped. He wanted to melt, to press back, to go pliant. But he had always been ruled more by his brain than his body, as much as he wished that wasn’t the case. His brain was slower to jump on board.
“I’m on PrEP, have a good bill of health as of two months ago, and a dopp kit full of condoms,” Dean said.
“Okay.”
“Do I get to add rules to this arrangement? Or is this an autocracy?” Dean had Tyler pinned with his big, strong hands, and he added his mouth to the mix, placing a shiver-inducing kiss to the back of Tyler’s neck. Then he replaced his mouth with a palm and pressed Tyler’s face into the door of the refrigerator.
Tyler remembered the times he’d jerked off to Dean’s hands and about lost control of his knees.
“You get a vote. Rebound sex can be democratic,” Tyler gasped out.
“I vote for kissing.”
Tyler tried to shake his head, but Dean was holding him too firmly. “Why?”
“Because I love kissing.”
“Stalemate then. One against one. We need a compromise.”
Dean licked the shell of Tyler’s ear, and every muscle in Tyler’s body liquefied. “Compromise is sexy.”
“You can kiss me during the heat of the moment,” Tyler gasped out. “During sex. Not outside it.”
“Fair enough. I don’t like it, though.” Dean nipped the fleshy part of Tyler’s earlobe. “I’m not sure this is a good idea, Tyler.”
