Page 46 of Spring Breakup
Tyler blushed. “I look attractive here, though. It’s weird that you see me that way.”
“As sexy?”
“No. As a model. Someone worth drawing.”
“A muse.” Dean smiled as Tyler’s blush deepened. “Want a quick lesson? I’ll teach you.” He held up his pencil.
Tyler shook his head. He kept glancing at the drawing pad. “No, I want you to teach me something else.”
“What’s that?” Dean asked, but he already knew. Tyler’s body was changing in front of Dean’s eyes, a growing erection tenting Tyler’s sweatpants.
“Come to bed with me,” Tyler whispered almost like it was a secret.
Dean closed the drawing pad and set his pencil aside. “Of course.”
“Bring the toys?”
Dean stood slowly, putting himself in Tyler’s personal space. He dipped his head to Tyler’s ear. “You let me in your bed, and I’m going to wreck it. I’m going to take you apart until you’re begging me.”
“Begging you for what?” Tyler asked, his voice defiant.
To stay.
Dean licked Tyler’s neck.
To stay.He wanted Tyler to beg him to stay, but Dean would never, ever say that.
* * *
Dean was moving slowerthan Tyler could handle. When he’d found Dean in the living room, when he’d seen himself through Dean’s eyes, Tyler had longed to rip Dean’s clothes off and crawl all over him.
It was like seeing a slice of Dean’s soul. That picture was different from the sketches of random body parts he’d seen Dean make days before. The drawing of Tyler hadfeeling. It portrayed Tyler as hotter and better in a million ways than he was in real life, and it had been too much.
He’d needed to direct them back to calmer waters, to their temporary break from reality. To their sex arrangement with zero emotions and zero friendship and zero future.
It felt safer in bed than wherever Dean’s art was going to lead them.
“You have to choose a safeword,” Dean said as he slipped a piece of fabric down Tyler’s arm. They were half-undressed, and Dean kept pumping the brakes on Tyler’s speed and lust. “If you want this silk around your wrists, and I know you do, you have to have a safeword.”
“That’s not silk,” Tyler griped. “It’s satin.”
Dean smiled and pinned Tyler’s wrists above his head near the metal headboard. “What’s the difference?”
“Silk is a natural fiber fabric made from silkworms. Satin is a weave used to make fabric look shiny.”
“Keep going.” Dean moved against Tyler, pressing his still-covered cock against Tyler’s side. “Your nerdy brain turns me on.”
“This is satin polyester. It’s cheaper than silk, nonbiodegradable, and—” Tyler lost his train of thought as Dean straddled his waist and looped the fabric through a slat on the headboard.
“Go on.”
“Silk can be a satin weave, though.”
“Angel, you need a safeword right now.”
“Stop?”
“No. What if you say, ‘Stopteasing me.Stoptorturing me.Stop, I’m about to come,’ but what you really want is for me to keep going?”
