Chapter 47

Neither moved…until Dean charged, seizing hold with an unforgiving grip. Jay’s world blurred. Dizzy, he closed his eyes, opened them when lowered on his back. He landed on the floor beside the sofa, Dean’s body atop his, pinning him. Fingers rummaged in his clothes, hurting and tickling, making Jay gasp, laugh, grunt, as the buttons on his shirt popped, tugged open.

“Let’s see what we can find in here.”

No way Jay wanted to argue. He lay under the brush of fingertips playing along collarbones, tracing a path to the hollows of his armpits, making him wriggle. “Don’t!” Dean hadn’t tickled him for years. The evil glint in Dean’s gaze spiked arousal as well as fear.

“Nice to see some things haven’t changed. Oh, look.” Dean dug in Jay’s armpit, snagging a piece of popcorn.

“You’re not going to…” Jay fell back shaking his head. Should he laugh or groan when Dean popped the kernel into his mouth, chewed and swallowed?