Chapter 139

Too still.

Jay relaxed. Dean only faked sleep. Jay shook his head as he hung up his dressing gown and then slipped into bed, glad they both slept naked. Without waiting, he curled up behind Dean, who tensed.

He must have imagined it, but no; Dean had tautened for a moment there and even though he appeared to loosen, the movement came across as fake as Dean’s pretence at sleeping. Dean hadn’t behaved this way in a long while. What had happened? No way to ask without sounding indelicate.

“Dinner went well.”

“Humpfffff.”

Jay rolled away, clasping his hands behind his head, elbows out to the sides. How to cope with this? How to handle a moody man? He glanced over and smirked. How did one handle a moody Dean, more like? His lover hadn’t acted this way in so long, something must have riled him.

“Brian’s nice.”

Silence. No movement from Dean’s side of the bed.

“I think April found a good one.”