Chapter 12
“You don’t like this shirt and these socks?”
Dean almost growled in frustration. Jay teased. Dean wanted him to remove his clothing and Jay protested, delaying.
“No. Take them off. Take everything off. I want to touch every inch of you.”
Jay raised his eyebrows and wiggled them.
“Not like that. I don’t mean your cock.” Dean’s face flooded with heat, his thoughts winging to their earlier session.
Maybe the exasperation in his voice made Jay laugh, maybe his tone, or his expression. Possibly all three. Dean had suffered that interminable dinner, waiting until they managed to slip away at the first reasonable opportunity. He didn’t know whether April had noticed them leave. He didn’t care if she had.
“Off,” he insisted, grabbing Jay by the shirt collar. Should he have Jay we
