Despite Jay’s enthused thrashing, Dean persisted and in moments managed to insert two fingers into him, which considering the size of Dean’s hands meant Jay coped admirably.
A grin spread over his face, Dean a little sorry and a little glad Jay couldn’t see. Part of the reason he’d flipped Jay over was so they didn’t need to look at each other. He refused to adhere to common sense, to face what happened here on any deep level. If this was all they shared, he prayed for a night of fun for them both. Jay seemed to be enjoying himself and Dean…Well, he shouldn’t be able to think coherently at this point, but this was insane. He’d rotated Jay because he feared what he’d perceive on his friend’s face; feared even more what Jay might notice on his. He had known and accepted what he would do the
