Page 92 of Melting the Ice

“Get on with it,” Brody demanded, writhing against his bigger body. “I’m so fucking horny I think I might explode.”

“Why am I not surprised you’re a bossy bottom?” Dean teased as he slid his thumb farther in.

“You said it.” Brody panted. Pressed a kiss against the corner of Dean’s mouth. “I’m a pretty boy.”

“Fuck.” Dean felt so close to the edge, so close to losing it. He gripped Brody’s ass and tried not to just thrust up, into gorgeous oblivion.

“God, you’re so hot like this,” said Brody, the undeniably hot one of the pair of them.

“Like what?” Dean gave an experimental thrust and then another, feeling Brody’s body beginning to open to him, like a fucking miracle.

“Like you’re barely hanging on to your control.”

“Iambarely hanging on to my control,” Dean admitted. “And you’re trying to push me right over, and that shouldn’t be hot, too, but it is.”

“Something else to add to the list.” Brody’s reminder was punctuated with a little desperate moan as Dean pulled back and then thrust again. And again.

“More,” he added, with a hard groan. “Goddamn it, give me more.”

“Tryin’ to be careful here,” Dean argued, but he pressed a second finger in next to where his thumb was buried.

“Fuck careful andfuck me,” Brody begged.

But Dean had no intention of doing the first, and every intention of the second.

He thrust in and out, carefully working that second finger in, and then Brody was kissing him hard and fast, tongue in his mouth moving in the same rhythm, and he was shouting, cock rubbing against Dean’s abs.

A second later, he gasped into Dean’s mouth, and he was shaking apart in his arms, ass gripping his fingers like Brody’s ass was determined to squeeze the life out of them.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Brody cried out as he came back down.

He glanced at Dean’s cock, and he only had to put his hand on and give it one or two strokes before Dean’s own orgasm overtook him.

“That,” Dean said with a gasp, “was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my whole life.”

Brody slumped down, head resting against his chest. “The porn?” he asked in a teasing voice.

“You know it wasn’t the porn,” Dean said as sternly as he could with his whole body as relaxed and happy as it was right now.

“Yeah,” Brody agreed.

“Guess youdidlike it.”

Brody chuckled. Dean felt more than heard the sound.

“Obviously, me too,” Dean said. He didn’t know why he kept talking. Heneverwanted to keep talking. But the truth was, he didn’t want this moment to end. Mess and all.

“Yeah, that was so fucking hot. You coming like that, when I barely touched you?”

Dean laughed, this time. “I was pretty fucking worked up.”

“Me too,” Brody said and then sighed. “Not just horny. Frustrated. Upset. That’s why I was home early. I skipped out on the ‘victory’ celebration.”

“But you guys won.”

Brody didn’t say anything for a long moment. Then another.

Dean waited him out, because he knew that Brodywouldeventually tell him.

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