Chapter 5
Tate
"Up." Saving Dean from Joel's penis seemed like the first step in making sure our morning went well. Dean was looking just a bit too wide-eyed and was already overprocessing the situation. "Remember, the new rule is clothes in the kitchen so no penises get damaged."
Scrunching up his face, Joel slouched back and sighed as Dean nearly sprang off the floor. "Aww. What if I promise not to break it?"
No.
"You burned your foot making pasta. And not even a first-degree burn. I'm not taking you to the ER and trying to explain you were just distracted and it wasn't a sex game gone wrong. We'll end up in a YouTube video." I was not going to end up in a video where some idiot was playing a mindless game while a computerized voice said we were dumbasses.
"Alright." Joel might've thought asking the internet for advice on how pretty his dick was reasonable, but as he climbed up off the floor, I was glad to see he understood where I was coming from. "And it might make my penis ugly."
And we couldn't have that.
Dean was still trying to work through everything logically and was coming up short. "Safety and a pretty penis are more important. You can show off again later."
"You're right." Perking up again like some kind of windup toy, Joel kissed Dean's cheek and then mine. "Clothes on and then the mission is to find food. I'll save the day."
I was starting to understand why his dates ended up so confused.
As Joel stretched out his arms and pretended to fly off to his bedroom, I turned to Dean. "You have a point on the not-an-adult thing."
Whatever else Joel was had confused his dates because no one was expecting someone that squirrelly and that sexy to be a slow-burn date who only wanted a peck on the cheek.
Yep, we were going to have to sit down with Joel and explain a few things…and ask a few more questions.
"He's…he's really comfortable with us now, so that affects things too." Dean was the most comfortable talking about anything else but himself, so I let him.
Joel's voice filled the apartment as he started singing the Winnie the Pooh song.
Shaking my head, I smiled. "Do you remember how quiet he was for the first year we roomed together? I think he said five words that first month."
"He left notes, though." Dean chuckled. "My favorites were the ‘good job' ones he left when we had tests and stuff."
"Yeah, he couldn't manage to tell me my dirty clothes on the floor were driving him crazy, but he could leave ‘atta boy' notes all over the room." I'd known there was something different about him, but I'd just assumed he was closeted and kind of weird.
I'd still been right on both those things, but there'd definitely been more we hadn't discovered.
"One time he told me that his parents were neighbors for two years before they said hi to each other for the first time." Dean glanced between me and the hallway Joel had disappeared down. "Do you think being demi is an inherited trait?"
Fuck if I knew.
"He's lucky he's gay." The current generation of girls wouldn't tolerate that level of interesting. Men, on the other hand, would tolerate a lot of weird if the dude in question was hot. "Come on. If we don't get going, he's going to decide it's worth the damage to his elbow."
Dean couldn't seem to decide how to react to that. He opened and closed his mouth a few times and almost laughed as we went into the bathroom before he finally just dropped his voice and whispered. "Is he having sex with an imaginary friend in here?"
"That's kind of what it sounded like?" Honestly, I wasn't sure. "It explains the bruises on his arm, though."
I was going to stop letting Joel get away with weird shit and start asking more questions. Dean looked like he would agree with that as long as he didn't have to be the one asking, but I distracted him by turning on the water.
It worked, but it fried his brain. "I…you…"
Blink.
Goldfish mouth.
Blink.
"Do you have an imaginary bathtime friend that I need to take into consideration?" My question startled him into life again.
Shaking his head, he managed a normal breath. "No. There's nothing to worry about."
"Good because I don't know how to share the shower with an invisible person or what the etiquette is for that." Joel would definitely be the type of person to have rules for us to follow.
Dean's eyes went wide again. "We're going to have to share with his invisible friend?"
Telling myself that at least he wasn't worried about sharing the shower with Joel, I shrugged. "I think we can make a reasonable limit that only visible people can share the shower with us. It's probably some kind of safety hazard."
"Good." As I reached for his shirt, Dean was so lost in thought that he just raised his arms without thinking. "I…oh…"
His brain skidded to a halt way too fast.
"Do you remember the safewords we agreed on?" His nod didn't give me a lot of confidence. "The stoplight ones, right?"
He must've realized the problem because he swallowed and forced out audible responses. "Yes, stoplight colors. Red stops everything and yellow means we slow down and regroup."
"That's right." Joel had wanted to be creative and pick out fun ones but with everyone else in the building using stoplight colors, I didn't see why we needed to be that unique.
Besides, we were easily fucking distractable.
"Alright, you've got three options." Really, he had one, but we were going to pretend he had more than that. "One is that I get in with you and wash you since you're my sub at this point."
And we were back to goldfish imitations…hmm, scrambling his brains was kind of sexy.
But I wasn't going to let that distract me and goldfish lips weren't a safeword, so I just pushed his pants down and kept going. "Two is going to be, I just wait outside the shower and supervise while we talk shit out."
He hated that idea.
His head automatically started to shake and he frowned. I was having a hard time keeping my laughter in check, but I did my best. "Three is that I get to pick because the decision is too hard."
Oh, he wanted to pick three…I could see it in his eyes.
Not having any responsibility in the choice would've made him incredibly happy, but he kept coming back to the talking option. He was smart to worry because making him talk would be my goal either way, but his brain was a bit too linear at the moment to have figured that out.
"One." Swallowing, his eyes got wide again when he realized what he'd said. "As…as long as you don't mind? I mean, you have limits too?"
I couldn't decide if it was all genuine worry for possibly overstepping or just a fun new way of trying to get around having to make a decision, but I shook my head. "No, I don't mind."
I really didn't mind touching him, but I wanted to make sure we didn't have that worry for every scene. "The assumption going forward is that if I give you options then I don't mind either one. I will not give you the option to do something that will make me upset in any way without making sure you know that first."
I was an asshole, but not that big of an asshole.
Licking his lips, Dean seemed stuck in his own head as I pulled down his boxer briefs. "You…you know that Joel isn't going to have the same limits…I mean, they're going to be…he's…"
Yeah, I wasn't sure what the polite way to describe Joel would be either.
"How about we say that his limits are going to be interesting?" And nothing like Dean's for a while at least. "But he's going to be fine with you needing different ones."
That was one thing I was sure of as I steered Dean into the shower.
He was still overthinking the situation so much he hadn't realized he was naked yet. "I don't want to hold him back, though. I can be flexible and…and he's…he's very excited."
Oh yeah.
Quickly stripping off my clothes finally had Dean tuning back into the real world and he hid under the water as I climbed in behind him.
"Because he knows he can be himself with us and he's confident that he knows us. Other people are more confusing to him, and I honestly don't think he understands that he sees relationships differently than most other people." If his only reference for dating were his parents, that would explain a lot. "We just have to make sure he understands our limits and we talk shit through."
It wasn't going to be rocket science…just blow jobs and orgasms.
Dean would figure that out once he stopped worrying, but for the time being he needed to breathe. He was going to drown before he came out from under the spray, so I put my hands on his shoulders and turned him around so his back was to the water. "You just need to remember that he'd rather have us all happy than get something specific done to him sexually."
Barely holding back a moan as our erections brushed up against each other, Dean swallowed hard before working to get his words out. "He…he was really happy when you guys were…when you were exploring each other last night."
Exploring each other?
Well, he wasn't wrong, so I nodded. "That's what I meant. It made him really happy and it was within my limits."
Grabbing the shampoo, the same one we all shared since the fucking shower was too small for a thousand bottles, I poured out a generous amount and started washing his hair. The distraction worked better than I thought because his eyes immediately closed and he moaned again.
Sexy as fuck.
"Now, technically I know what we did was within the limits you put on your list and I know you didn't safeword, but was there anything that happened that we need to reevaluate your limits on?" His face tightened a few times as he tried to worry, but the head massage was making it too difficult.
"I…" He moaned again as I found a new hotspot for him. "I liked seeing you guys together and it was easier than I expected in some ways because Joel was so excited."
And making Joel happy was somehow hardwired into Dean's personality…that was probably why he'd always picked up his shit even before Joel had actually managed to talk about how frustrated it made him.
Joel loved it, too. He liked being the center of attention, but I didn't think he'd taken advantage of that while we were all drunk and curious.
"I liked seeing you guys kiss and there's a big part of me that loves being in control of you guys. So I'm going to need for you to tell me to back the fuck off if it gets to be too much." My honesty got a bark of laughter from him. "I'm serious. It's hot to be in control and know the person you're with isn't going to call you an asshole or a bossy fuckhead."
That had Dean's eyes flashing open. "That idiot chess asshole. He said it."
I wasn't sure what it said about the situation that Dean could identify the fuckhead right off the bat, but I nodded and shrugged. "Yeah, smart guys are assholes sometimes."
But they were hot…so I put up with way too much from them.
"You aren't an asshole for wanting to be in control during a scene or sex. The guy downstairs who overexplains shit made that very clear." Dean didn't seem to have any problem admitting how many times we'd eavesdropped on the neighbors. "You just have to find the right people to explore it with."
And I hadn't been finding the right people.
In my defense, I hadn't connected the dots right away and then I hadn't been sure what to do about it until Joel had started asking some very interesting questions.
Our neighbors were all really strange but they'd been great at sparking fascinating conversations.
"Have I found the right people now?" Running my soapy hands down his neck and chest, I kept my movements slow so I could read his signals. "I loved last night, but I don't want to push you too much or fuck up our friendship."
Dean was desperately trying to hold on to his worries, but he kept moaning them away, and by the time my hands were down to his cock, his eyes had closed and nothing else mattered. "You…pushing me is…it's a good idea."
I thought so too or he might die confused and slightly embarrassed, but pointing that out while I was jerking him off seemed rude.
"But you're going to promise to let me know when your limits change or when I push too much?" My question made him sigh, but I kept up the gentle touch and waited.
And waited.
It was time to cheat…just a little bit.
Shifting him before he could think about what I was doing, I pressed his back against the wall and pressed my dick against his. "Because you don't want me constantly overthinking what I want to do to you, right?"
Oh yeah.
He moaned and his hips thrust forward, fucking his dick against mine. "Please."
Dean had been hard since he'd woken up, and all the sex talk wasn't helping the situation. But he knew what he had to do first, and all it took was a soft thinking hum to get a needy whine out of him. "Yes. Yes, I promise to tell you when my limits change and…and…oh, or when you push too much. Now please?"
Chuckling, I pressed as tight as I could against him and rocked our dicks together as I nibbled on his neck. "One day I'm going to make you beg for it. I'll make you beg for my dick or to let you come."
His shiver was so strong I worried about him slipping in the tub, but he braced his arms against the sides and just whined louder. "I'll…later…I'll try that later."
He really wanted to come.
"You'll be my good boy later?" Humming and nuzzling against him got another wonderful reaction. "It's going to turn me and Joel both on to hear you beg."
I wasn't sure how he'd feel about my mentioning Joel, so I was glad when he moaned again and I felt his erection throb against mine. There was clearly nothing to worry about, so I played up the idea. "The first time he hears you moan like that, he's going to wrap his hand around his cutie and he's going to explode."
And so did Dean.
As his orgasm fired through him and cum shot out between us, I held mine back and just rubbed my hard cock against his softening one to keep his orgasm going.
When he finally stopped chasing that high, he opened his eyes and looked down between us. "I don't know what to do next."
"Nothing." Giving him a soft kiss, I barely brushed my lips against his and it was still just as perfect as I'd been imagining. "Sometimes we'll all come. Sometimes I'll focus on making just you come. We're not going to keep score or Joel will make a fucking spreadsheet and I'm not tracking that."
"Oh." Dean frowned. "Yeah, good call."
Joel liked spreadsheets.
"This time I wanted to make you come, and later, I want to see how Joel's lips will feel wrapped around my dick." My honest answer got a blush from Dean but he smiled too. "And he's going to love seeing me walk around hard for him."
So there was no point in rushing to orgasm or put on clothes.
It was going to be an interesting morning.