Put like that, how could Jay refuse? Even as he explained, his face grew warm. Surely, Dean should be the one blushing. Yet even as Jay asked for what he wanted he struggled with embarrassment. Pointless, his asking. Dean would refuse. Jay waited, breath baited. When Dean’s gaze flicked up with that set expression Dean got on his face of determination, Jay grew dizzy with longing. No. Dean would never go through with such a thing, but the big man moved, sliding up the bed, getting into position on his back, urging Jay closer. Now, Jay moved, hesitant, so afraid of hurting Dean a laugh bubbled up at the sudden change in hierarchy.
He opened his mouth to ask Dean one last time whether he was sure, but then didn’t. If the pair of them spent the rest of their lives asking each other that ques
