Chapter 89

Jay got what he asked for, as he knew he would—a soft, swirling presence so reminiscent of how their relationship had begun. Of how, from the back, Dean once mistook Jay for his sister and kissed the wrong person. That first kiss remained closed-mouthed but later, he’d kissed Jay out of spite or something like it. That second kiss happened because Jay insulted the man’s ability to kiss—an unspeakable insult these days. The man definitely knew how to kiss. Since that day, Dean had set out to prove it every which way. Back then, Dean’s attitude about the incident annoyed everyone. Now, Jay praised the heavens, for that one moment had changed their lives.

Jay wanted more. He never wanted this to end. Life without Dean? Unimaginable. Jay broke the kiss. “Your tongue. Fuck me with your tongue,” he told Dean, gasping, breathless with need. He couldn’t ask for that where he wanted, so he asked for it where he could. “Fuck my mouth with your tongue.”