Jay breathed out Dean’s name, too many questions manifesting in every line of his expression. Dean cupped his face, closed the distance, and kissed him, lips against lips, almost chaste. Now wasn’t the time for questions, though an easy decision for Dean when he wasn’t the one with his friend’s c**k buried to the hilt inside him. He asked much of Jay tonight, should give something back.
“It’ll work out.” The promise brought instant regret for he had no right to make it. No way to know what came next, even how he would feel the moment they finished. Not wishing to say another stupid thing, Dean laid a hand on Jay’s hip, kept him rocking, moving on top.
What the f**k were they doing? He hadn’t come here for this—his intention to talk, to attempt to repair their friendship became lost at th
