Chapter 50
Jay surprised Dean by letting his legs fall back by degrees the more Dean worked him open. He didn’t even grunt when one finger became two, nor when Dean moved, snagging a condom, put it on, and used his cock to rub against Jay, teasing the man open. Dean took his time only because Jay’s body needed to adjust. Not knowing where else to look, Dean stared back, while inching his way in. Finally, deep enough, Dean rocked, shaken when Jay wound his legs around Dean. Such an easy movement, languid, natural…to Jay, though surely it felt weird to lie back like a woman. He didn’t expect Jay’s legs to lock around his hips, back arching off the floor to receive. Hadn’t calculated on Jay touching him, hands wandering, palms as well as fingers tracing his side, chest, nipples—Dean fought back a gasp—neck and shoulders. Jay made connections over Dean’s skin as if creating a map for his memory. His gaze followed the path he drew until his hands settled one each side of Dean’s face.