by DHP
Dean nodded in agreement and then pulled back from Jesse. “I’ll be right back.”
Before Jesse could protest, Dean jogged down the hall to the bathroom. Jesse tried to adjust his cock in his jeans but knew that without release, it wouldn’t help. He grabbed a beer and walked around Dean’s house, waiting impatiently for him to shower.
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Jesse couldn’t breathe as he watched Dean walk toward him. He had never seen a man as gorgeous as Dean. He had on low-slung jeans, a long-sleeved Henley with the sleeves pushed up his arms, showing the muscles in his forearms. And the sight of his bare feet made Jesse even harder. He held out a beer and when Dean’s fingers brushed his, he felt that electric current again. Dean must have felt it, too, he decided, because he snapped his eyes up at Jesse.
“Let’s sit down.” Dean pointed at the couch but instead of sitting down beside Jesse he sat down in the recliner opposite. Dean must have noticed the confusion on Jesse’s face when he told him, “I’d like to get to know you better. We really haven’t talked at all and I don’t know anything about you. Is that okay?”
Jesse nodded his head and took a long pull of his beer. “Yeah, sure, what do you want to know?”
As Dean took in the sight that was Jesse, he had noticed that he was almost as tall as Dean, but not quite as broad. Jesse looked like he got his great body the natural way, with honest hard work. Dean worked out a few times a week in his home gym. “Tell me about your family. I know Annie’s your sister, but that’s about it.”
Jesse took another pull of beer then began talking. He told him about how their father, with his love for all things Old West, had named them. Jesse James and Annie Mae Dalton were fraternal twins and were fiercely protective of each other. Dean laughed but told Jesse he thought they were good names. Jesse told him that Annie had worked in the bakery ever since she was old enough and had taken over when their mother had fallen ill. Annie was so artistic that she had turned the small “mom and pop” store into a phenomenon. However, Annie didn’t have the business sense that Jesse had, so after college he returned to help run the shop. They were doing so well that they were looking to expand.
Dean listened as Jesse bragged about his sister, told about growing up in the small town with parents who adored them. He even seemed a little envious when Jesse talked about coming out to them. They had told him they loved him no matter what his sexual orientation, and they just wanted him to be happy. Their mother had since passed away from cancer and their father lived in the next town over. Jesse then asked about Dean and he told Jesse about being an only child and still in the closet as far as his parents were concerned.
As Dean was talking, he got up and got them both another beer. When he returned to the living room he sat on the couch and turned to face Jesse, their knees touching. He spoke of his time at college then his job as a vet and finished with his uncle giving him his practice and selling him the house.
Dean reached out and started drawing circles on Jesse’s knee with his finger while Jesse continued talking, asking questions. Jesse felt so at ease with Dean that it was a little scary. He told Dean as much. “I really feel comfortable with you, like I’ve known you my whole life. You’re so easy to talk to and it scares me. I have to be honest, I’ve had one relationship and it didn’t end well.”
Dean paused his finger as he listened to Jesse, drinking down the last of his beer. He sat the bottle down on the coffee table. He took Jesse’s empty hand into his and rubbed his thumb over the back of his hand. “I’ve never been in a long-term relationship. It’s not that I’m afraid of commitment—it’s just been hard living close to my parents trying to hide who I am. Is it hard for you here in Clarksville? I mean, it seems there would be more homophobia here than in a bigger city.”
Jesse drank the rest of his beer then sat the bottle aside. “Mind if I get comfortable?”
Jesse just toed off his boots then turned sideways on the couch, pulling the pillows up behind his back. He stretched his right leg out and then pulled Dean to him so that Dean’s back was against his chest. He settled Dean in and put his arms around him, enjoying the feel of the other man.
Dean turned his head to look at Jesse as he continued talking. “It was hard at first and there will always be those who call you names or look at you like you’re scum. But I learned a long time ago to have a thick skin.” Jesse chuckled. “It also helps having a twin who’s as mean as a viper having your back.”
They grew silent for a few minutes, and then Dean felt Jesse move his hands from around his waist to up under his shirt. Jesse ran his hands up the sculpted planes of his stomach, slowly allowing his fingers to feel every indention. He felt Dean shudder as he softly grazed each nipple and then gently scraped his short fingernails over the little nubs. Jesse could hear Dean’s breathing change and could see the bulge in his jeans grow. Jesse slid over and faced Dean, bringing one hand up to grab his chin, pulling his mouth to him. Dean turned to his side so he could get a better angle on their kiss.
Dean pulled on the dark curls at Jesse’s neck, bringing his mouth closer. Both men groaned and Jesse moved his hand down to Dean’s cock. As Dean began arching into Jesse’s hand, Jesse pulled away from the kiss. “What are we doing here?” Jesse asked him in a whisper.
Dean looked confused. “What do you mean?”
Jesse continued to rub Dean’s cock through his jeans, watching as Dean tried to keep his eyes open and concentrate on the words, but Jesse’s hand felt too good. Jesse whispered against Dean’s ear, “I want to fuck you, Dean. I’ve wanted to rip your clothes off and suck your cock since the moment I saw you. I want to bury myself in your sweet ass and make you scream my name when we both come.” Dean moaned and continued to rut against Jesse’s hand. “Yes, God, yes, Jesse.” As soon as Dean had uttered the first yes, Jesse reached for the button on his jeans and unzipped them, freeing Dean’s erection from behind the zipper. Jesse groaned as Dean’s cock sprang up, the beautiful cut head glistening.
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Jesse ran his finger across the slit, gathering the pre-cum on his finger and putting it in his mouth, savoring the taste. Dean watched as Jesse sucked his essence off his finger and thought he would lose his load then and there. Dean rose from the couch and removed his jeans, then his shirt. He stood naked in front of Jesse and stroked himself slowly. He pointed at Jesse. “I think you’re overdressed.”
Jesse grinned at him. “You think so, huh?”
Dean just nodded while he continued to stroke himself.
Instead of taking off his clothes, Jesse dropped to his knees in front of Dean. He sat motionless for a minute, just taking in the beauty that was Dean’s cock. Long but not too long, thick, veiny. Beautiful. Jesse licked his lips and pushed Dean’s hand away. He grabbed Dean and slowly pulled his hand up the shaft, twisting at the end then enveloped him all the way to the back of his throat in the first thrust.
Dean closed his eyes and muttered a fuck as Jesse ran the flat of his tongue all the way from base to tip. He took him in all the way again then began a slow in-and-out while reaching underneath to caress Dean’s balls. Dean grabbed onto Jesse’s head, not guiding but holding on for dear life. He had been on the receiving end of a few blowjobs but never as good as this.
Dean’s balls tightened, and he knew he was close. Hearing the muttered, “Fuck, oh, God, oh fuck, Jesse...” and feeling Dean’s grip on his hair tighten, he knew to get ready. Dean shouted Jesse’s name as he released his load into Jesse’s mouth, down his throat. As Dean felt his legs wobble Jesse tightened one arm around his legs to keep him standing.
Jesse stood up, pulling Dean close, and kissed him. Hard. Dean opened up to taste himself on Jesse’s tongue. Dean pulled away, breathlessly, and pointed to Jesse. “You’re still overdressed.” Jesse grinned at him and began to unbutton his shirt. Dean pushed his hands away. “Let me.”
Dean slowly released all the buttons and slid the shirt down Jesse’s arms. He su
cked in a breath at the first glance of the beautiful tattoo on Jesse’s left pectoral. In silent awe, Dean ran his fingers over the phoenix that was so well inked, it appeared to be on fire. Dean placed a kiss on the spot just above Jesse’s nipple where the bird’s eyes seemed to be looking at him, into him. He then kissed lower, flicking the nipple with his tongue before taking it between his teeth and scraping.
Jesse sucked in a breath as the slight pain shot straight to his groin. He grabbed Dean’s hips and pulled him close. Dean reached down and began pulling at the button on Jesse’s jeans. He lowered the zipper and released Jesse’s erection. As he slid the jeans down Jesse’s legs, he took in the very fit, but not overly muscular legs, feeling his way down to his calves. He helped Jesse step out of his jeans then leaned in to lick the tip of Jesse’s cock, which was a little shorter but just as thick as his own. Dean appreciated the size of the swollen head that was bobbing in front of his face. Instead of immediately sucking him off, he pushed Jesse down on the sofa and spread his legs.
“Slide closer,” Dean instructed Jesse. He wanted access to all of him. Jesse had said he wanted to fuck him, but Dean had other ideas.
He wondered if they were going to argue over who topped whom. At this point, all Dean cared about was getting Jesse off, but he really wanted to feel Jesse’s ass wrapped around his dick. With Jesse in place, Dean leaned in and began placing soft kisses on the inside of his thighs. Alternating sides, he slowly made his way up and sucked on Jesse’s balls. He teased the sensitive skin underneath, then slowly slid his tongue inside Jesse’s pucker. Using one hand to stroke his cock, he used the other to keep Jesse’s thigh pushed back so he had plenty of room to move. Dean had never done this before, had never had anyone he cared about enough to pleasure. He had only had one-night stands, quick fucks from strangers. When he said he’d never been in a relationship, he hadn’t lied. He’d never wanted a relationship, for he never found himself with anyone he’d cared enough about to go past a few nights of just sucking each other off for a release.
But as he squatted here in front of Jesse, he felt something inside, something in his chest that almost burned. He wanted to please this man, make him feel what Dean had felt moments before when he had been buried deep in Jesse’s mouth. Dean licked his finger and pressed it into Jesse’s hole, slowly, pushing past the ring until he could gently thrust in and out. He finally put Jesse’s cock in his mouth and began sucking, licking, teasing, all the while gently massaging Jesse’s prostate.
Jesse looked down at Dean, watching, obviously mesmerized at the intensity he felt of what this man was doing to him. It didn’t take long until Jesse was groaning, incoherently cursing. “Fuck, damn, oh, shit— oh, fu—oh, goddamnnnnnn, I’m coming!” he roared as he released almost violently into Dean’s mouth.
Dean continued to stroke his cock, sucking all of the cum down, licking Jesse clean. Dean placed more soft kisses on the inside of Jesse’s thighs, then kissed up his stomach to his chest. He leaned in between his thighs so he could reach his neck and then his chin, finally reaching his lips.
Dean let Jesse taste himself on his tongue and then pulled back. Jesse opened his eyes and looked at Dean. “Fuck” he muttered.
Dean sat back and looked at Jesse, grinning. He stood up slowly and wrapped his arms around Jesse. “Mmmm, that was…”
“Heaven.” Jesse finished for him.
Grinning, Dean asked, “Beer?” Jesse, in a still-heated daze, just nodded.
The rest of the evening was spent drinking beer, talking and sucking each other off again. When Dean started yawning, Jesse took that as his cue to leave. Dean wanted him to stay but didn’t want to push. He walked Jesse to the door, but before he let him leave, he pulled him into his body and leaned his forehead against Jesse’s.
“Do you feel it?” Dean whispered. He was afraid to look into Jesse’s eyes, afraid he wouldn’t see what he needed to see. He felt Jesse lift his chin and what he saw made his heart speed up.
Jesse leaned in to kiss Dean softly. “Yes, I feel it.” Jesse ran his thumb down Dean’s cheek, taking his time, touching every line, every curve of his face until he just stared into his eyes. “Love those eyes.” Jesse murmured against Dean’s mouth.
Without another word, Jesse made his way to his truck. Dean waited until he could no longer see taillights before he shut his door.
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The next couple of weeks proved frustrating for both Dean and Jesse. It seemed that every animal in Barlow County was against them. Several times when they tried to get together, Dean was called out on emergencies. The bakery was busier than ever with Valentine’s Day coming up. It also seemed every bride in every surrounding county had decided to get married on Valentine’s Day or the weekend after. Annie was up to her elbows in flour and icing and that meant Jesse was up to his eyeballs in deliveries. They only had the one delivery van, as that was all they had needed in the past. But now that Annie’s greatness was being spread around by previous customers, all brides wanted their cakes made by Sweet Things.
They had talked on the phone most every night, even if just for a few minutes. They talked about the busy schedule coming up for Jesse and how they probably wouldn’t see each other until at least a couple of weeks later. As Dean thought about how busy Jesse would be, an idea came to him. “You might only have one van, but don’t forget, I have an SUV. I know I can’t deliver wedding cakes and set them up, but I can always deliver the other items.”
Jesse thought about it for a few minutes then declared, “That’s brilliant!” They figured out a schedule, and Jesse felt better already. Annie was all for the help, especially if it meant her brother could have a special Valentine’s Day with the new man in his life.
Valentine’s Day came and Dean had closed the clinic early to go home and cook for Jesse. Dean had always loved to cook, just never really wanted to cook for one. He knew that things had been rocky the last couple of weeks and he wanted tonight to be perfect. Dean had thought long and hard about what he was feeling for Jesse. When he was finally honest with himself, he knew he was falling for the man. Fast and hard. At first it scared the shit out of him, but then he would think of a touch or a kiss they shared, or something funny Jesse had said, and Dean realized he didn’t want to go another day without Jesse by his side.
Jesse finally arrived just as Dean was taking dinner out of the oven. Dean opened the door to him and Jesse immediately pushed him against the door, kissing him like it was the last time he‘d ever get the chance. Jesse finally came up for air and sniffed. “What is that delicious smell?”
Dean grinned and pushed him on through the living room into the kitchen. He pulled a couple of longnecks out of the fridge for both of them and in his worst British accent announced “Dinner is served.”
They both laughed, but then Jesse got a funny look on his face. “You did this for me?”
Dean wondered if he had done something wrong or was going too fast. He bit on his bottom lip and just nodded at Jesse. Jesse must have noted the worry on his face and put his beer down. He put both hands on either side of Dean’s face and placed the softest kiss on his lips. “Thank you,” he whispered.
Dean let out the breath he was holding and whispered back, “You’re welcome.”
The men actually sat at the dining room table instead of in front of the television. Dean had gone all out, with flowers as a centerpiece, taper candles lit, lights dim. It was very romantic. He wasn’t sure if Jesse liked romantic, but he needed to do this for him. He needed to show what Jesse was coming to mean to him. When Jesse had walked into the dining room, he had just stopped and took it all in. But the look he gave Dean, with that beautiful grin, said he loved it.
For Dean, tonight was about Jesse, showing him how he felt. When they finished eating, Jesse began clearing the table, but Dean stopped him.
“That can wait. This can’t.” With that, Dean grabbed Jesse’s hand and pulled him in to his body. The kiss he gave
Jesse let him know without a doubt how much he wanted him. He knew that Jesse had his heart broken by others in the past and he was reluctant to give it away again, but Dean needed it. He needed Jesse not just in his bed, but in his life.
He pulled Jesse behind him down the hall to his bedroom. As with the dining room, Dean had set the stage. Over thirty white candles were lit and set around the room, giving off a soft glow. Dean hoped Jesse wouldn’t think this was too girly. He was a romantic and wanted Jesse to appreciate that about him.
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Jesse could see the love in Dean’s eyes as he stood in front of him. Until this year, he had dreaded Valentine’s Day. Thought it was a stupid holiday. Until now. He swallowed hard and felt his heart speed up. Over the last couple of weeks he had decided that he wouldn’t know if it could last with Dean if he didn’t try. Yes, his heart had been broken before, but he was still living and if he thought hard enough about it, he was glad it had happened. Kyle had been his first love, or so he thought. But he didn’t miss Kyle when they were apart the way he missed Dean. Kyle never made him feel the way Dean did.
Not wanting to make Dean wait any more, Jesse stepped to him and placed his hands on his hips. He closed the distance and pressed a soft kiss on Dean’s lips. He leaned in and nipped at Dean’s lower lip, nipped his neck, and tugged on his earlobe before biting it gently. Jesse whispered into his ear, “I want to make love to you.”
Dean sucked in a breath. Had he heard him correctly? He leaned back to look Jesse in the eye, and saw the love shining there. He felt the tears stinging the back of his eyes, but he would not cry. He leaned in to place kisses on Jesse’s neck, probably so he wouldn’t see him blinking the wetness away.