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The first spurt of come hit Tyler’s throat. The rest landed on his chin and lips.
Dean gasped. His brow crinkled, and his mouth dropped open.
Spectacular O face indeed.
They stared at each other for too long afterward, both gulping for air. Dean shuffled down and blanketed Tyler gently with his body.
Dean’s mouth grazed Tyler’s. Another soft brush of lips. A little slip of tongue.
Too much. Too good. And against the rules. Tyler ripped his mouth away and shook his head.
An emotion that almost looked like hurt rippled across Dean’s face. It was there and gone before Tyler could say anything.
Dean rolled off. “A successful rebound adventure, yes?”
“Yes,” Tyler said. That was an understatement.
“Cool. Let’s do that a million more times. Get that evil ex all the way out of your system.”
ChapterTwelve
Dean had wanteda bit of cuddling or quiet together time after the sex. But Tyler had stood up, showered, and gone to bed. By himself.
Which was fine. Dean didn’t need a snuggle buddy to fall asleep with. He didn’t need anything.
It wasn’t that big of a deal. He was used to sleeping alone. Even when he and Viggo had tried to do the whole sleepover thing, Dean found himself unable to fully relax. He was usually uncomfortable sleeping next to other people. It was too intimate.
His first night of sleep with Tyler seemed to be the exception, but Dean was calling that a fluke.
So yeah, it was fine that he and Tyler had headed to separate bedrooms, separate beds. It was fine that all Tyler had given Dean was the equivalent of agood gameonce the sparkle of orgasm had worn off. They hadn’t kissed afterward. It was one of Tyler’s rules.
Which was… fine.
Rosie and Leo’s bed smelled of Rosie’s citrusy perfume, and Dean fidgeted for thirty minutes before he broke down and called Leo.
“Hello?” Leo answered, panting slightly. “Are you okay?”
“I’mfine. Are you okay? You sound winded.”
“We’re, well… we were—”
Dean laughed. “Gotcha. Why did you answer?”
“Because it’s you.”
Dean closed his eyes, touched by that. They had been friends a long time. Leo was one of the only people who had ever wormed himself deeper than the surface of Dean’s life. Occasionally, Dean tried to insert some distance, but Leo never let it faze him. He always pushed back.
“Do you want to talk?” Leo asked.
Obviously, Dean wanted to talk. He’d called after all, but now he wasn’t sure what to say. How to explain. And he was clearly interrupting.
“I don’t know.”
“Do you want tolisten?” Leo asked, a seductive lilt in his voice that had never failed to draw Dean in.
“No. Thank you, though.”
There was a long pause. Dean didn’t turn down Leo and Rosie very often. In fact, he couldn’t remember a single time he’d turned them down.
