Maybe Dean should have picked Jay up, brought him along, thrown him on the bed where they’d be more comfortable. The fleeting thought deserted him as Dean slipped in his socks, feet sliding against the wooden floor of the hallway. Speed as good as propelled him into the bedroom.
He fumbled with the drawer, thoughts winging to Jay in the living room, so wanton and waiting. His c**k perked up, threatening to bust through his zip, making him clumsy. Less haste, more speed. Jay better be waiting. He wanted Jay to stay just that way for him.
His brain continued to function long enough for him to check the bottle, grab condoms; he tripped over his own feet on his way back out. At the last moment, he recalled to take care in the hallway.
His erection as good as throbbed with his pulse to find
