“Fuck.” Colin flung the empty box on the bed. “f**k, this isn’t happening.”
Dexter sat on the couch, holding back a laugh. “S’okay.”
“No!” He didn’t mean to, but Colin started to panic, and tore through his drawer. “Maybe there’s one in here…”
“Hey, Colin, it’s no big deal. Another time.”
“No, but…”
“I can still get you off.”
Colin whined and jerked his knee. “What about you?”
“I already got off once.” He laughed. “I think I’ll survive.”
“God damn it. I’m sorry, man.” He glared at Dexter with mock anger. “Why the hell don’t you have any on you?”
Dexter blushed. An adorable shade of scarlet filling his cheeks. Colin liked it. The shade complemented his eyes.
“I…was nervous. Didn’t wanna give you the wrong idea.”
“Oh.” He giggled. “But this is the best idea, huh?”
Dexter crossed
