Chapter 42

“I just came all over you,” burst in his brain, the words out before he gave any thought to speaking aloud. Did he like it? Yes. A little too much. With his head on Dean’s chest, it would be too easy to soak up the other man’s warmth, to wallow, to empty his mind…but questions plagued him. So much needed saying.

Jay lifted his head to search Dean’s face, but as was too often the case, his friend’s expression gave little away.

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Dean cupped Jay’s backside, playing along the curve of his arse, stroking, exploring. No reaction from Jay other than his eyes flicking left and right, examining, demanding. Dean waited.

“You get off on it, don’t you? Telling me what to do. Getting me to obey you. Making me ask. You get off on it.”

Not a question Dean expected, but Jay deserved honesty. “You’re sweet, Jay. Sweet and clean, like an angel. I like to make you a little dirty.”

Jay frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”