Chapter 22:
Rating: M
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Seth was nervous as he hastily dug through his chest of drawers for the perfect item of clothing. Barely ten minutes ago, Roman had left their house to go to work and his entire body had been itching with anticipation from the moment that he'd woken up. Today was finally Friday and it was the very last day that he would be seeing Dean. Today was it and he wasn't even remotely sure that he was ready to say goodbye to everything that he and Dean had built up over a short period of time. But he knew it was the right thing to walk away while he still could.
He'd tried not to seem too eager this morning to get Roman off to work and out of the house even though he had felt that way inside. He knew that what he was doing was wrong, every single inch of his body was aching with conflicting emotions. There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to see Dean today even though it was a foolish idea and definitely risky given how well his and Romans' relationship had been going lately. He tried to reason that this was the last time he'd ever see Dean but his heart was already vehemently protesting against that.
Roman hadn't even been halfway out of the driveway before he'd texted Dean, asking what time would be best for him to come over. His face was still peering through the gap in the cream curtains to make sure Roman was good and gone when he'd received a message back. He felt his heart race hard in his chest when he saw it was from Dean despite the fact that he knew it would be from him. The text simply read 'Whenever you're ready. Bring your trunks, we're going swimming ;) x'
That was where he'd found himself right at that moment, frantically searching through his drawers for his swimming trunks. It looked like it was going to be a relatively warm day today even though they were fast approaching Winter. So far in his search, he'd only been able to find his pair of banana yellow trunks that were at least one size too small and showed everything. He'd bought them years ago when he and Roman had first started seeing each other and he'd used them as a ploy to get Roman to sleep with him. It had worked exceedingly well. Well enough that Roman had fucked him more than once that night.
He groaned loudly, throwing his hands up in defeat. He grabbed the pair of skimpy yellow trunks and slammed his drawers shut. It probably didn't matter all that much anyway. His trunks would probably be on for all of two seconds before they got pulled off. He grabbed his phone and keys, sliding them into the pockets of his skinny leg jeans before he walked out of the room. He strode down the corridor, stopping at the bed linen cupboard and pulling out his beach towel.
He took a deep breath, his emotions almost getting the most of him. The towel was a bright red colour with thick white writing of 'Samoa' on it. Roman had brought it back for him when his boyfriend had traveled back there for his grandfather's funeral in the early stages of their relationship. It was the first of many things that Roman had showered on him over the years. This towel, even though it had faded over the years still held a special spot in his heart.
He felt his stomach turning, his knowledge of what was right and what was wrong appearing once more. His fingers tightened around the beach towel. He felt the tears sting at the corners of his eyes. He threw the towel back into the cupboard, ignoring just how out of place it looked, messing up the area that he usually kept immaculate. He could turn back. He didn't have to go over to Dean's today. He could be the dutiful boyfriend that he used to be.
He pulled out his phone, unlocked the screen and opened up his conversation with Dean. All he had to do was type that he wasn't coming over. That's it. His fingers typed up some lame excuse that he was feeling sick. He groaned loudly. He erased the message and instead wrote an even more pathetic one despite the fact that his heart was telling him not to.
'I'll see you soon x'
He reached back into the cupboard and pulled out a black beach towel with white writing that spelled out the word 'Billabong' across it. He let out a heavy breath. At least this towel he'd bought with his own money for his own uses and it didn't carry any weird feelings with it. He slammed the door shut and put the towel, along with his trunks under his arm and made his way out of the house.
He closed the short distance between the front door and his car, swallowing down the lump in his throat as he realized that his beloved car was another one of Roman's gifts for him. He cursed himself mentally. This was the last damn time he'd be seeing Dean even if it wasn't entirely what he'd wanted. He was giving up on what could have been with Dean to have his forever with Roman.
He roughly opened the driver's side door of his car and slid into the seat, slamming the door hard as he sat in there. He placed his towel and skimpy trunks on the passenger seat next to him and he took a deep breath, fumbling his keys from his pocket before he finally started up the car. He was at a crossroads. If he had his way, there is no doubt in his mind that he would love to have them both. But real life didn't work that way. It was one or the other, not both.
His car roared to life and he started his short drive to Dean's house. The CD in his car was loud, blaring the familiar lyrics of one of his most favourite bands. The song lyrics reeked of infidelity, the singer's heart felt feelings being screamed into Seth's ears. His hands clutched tightly at the steering wheel, thankful for the cover so that his hands didn't burn from the heat. He kept his brown orbs focused on the road in front of him and he tried his hardest to not think of whatever consequences could come from his visit with Dean today.
Seth had reached the driveway to Dean's large house in no time at all. His heart still raced in his chest like it did the first time he'd come over here, that same feeling of excitement right there at the forefront of his mind. He slid his car into the usual spot that he parked in whenever he came over. He put the car into park and with a shaking hand, he killed the ignition. He reached across and grabbed his towel and trunks before stepping out of the car.
He was locking his car when he heard a screech of tyres come from somewhere close. He glanced down the driveway and saw the boot and back wheels of a familiar black car speed away into the distance. He felt his stomach curl. Surely that was a coincidence and not that someone was following him. He shrugged it off, double checking that his car was locked before he walked the short distance to the large front door of Dean's house.
He took a deep breath as he walked up to the door, his hands curling into a fist and knocking three times on the heavy door. He could barely hear the outside sounds over the heavy beating of his heart. It felt like an eternity before the door finally swung open revealing Dean wearing nothing but a pair of mid thigh length board shorts that were brightly coloured and had large palm trees on the base of the shorts. Seth smiled widely at him. "Hi."
"Hey." Dean grinned back. "You know, you could have just worn your swimmers over. It's just me and you here." He stepped back to let Seth inside of his house. His blue orbs raking shamelessly over Seth's in shape body. He liked to walk behind Seth and see the younger man walk, those globes hidden underneath skin tight jeans were wonderful beyond words.
Seth glanced over his shoulder, smirking when he saw that Dean's eyes were locked firmly on his ass. "Well, they're a bit, uh, skimpy."
"Skimpy?" Dean grinned. "I like skimpy."
Seth laughed. "I had a feeling that you did."
Dean glanced up at the clock on the wall while he slid his arms around Seth's waist. He rested his chin on the younger man's shoulder, his nose inhaling the addictive scent of Seth, the perfect mixture of his cologne along with his natural scent. He pulled Seth's lithe body up against his, deliberately pushing his crotch against the curve of the younger man's ass. He pressed his lips up against Seth's ear. "Get changed and meet me out in the pool in five minutes."
Seth gasped. The tickling feeling of Dean's breath against his ear was almost too much. He pushed back against the strong body behind him, their forms sliding in perfectly like they were made to fit that way. He wanted to speak, to agree that he'd be out there in the pool in probably less than five minutes but his lips refused to part, they refused to speak any such thing.
Dean's arms tightened around Seth's body, pulling and squeezing him tighter against him. He chuckled, his hot breath tickling the younger man and making him shudder involuntarily. "C'mon Seth. We've got one day together. Let's make the most of it." He pressed a delicate kiss right against the column of Seth's neck before he broke the tight hold around the younger man's waist and slithered out from behind him. He moved to stand a few feet in front of him, his direction clear that he was heading out towards the backyard where the pool was. "I'll see you out there. Don't keep me waiting too long."
Seth watched Dean wink at him once before he disappeared out of the back of the house, the sound of the backdoor closing alerting him as to where the older man had gone through. He glanced around the house, suddenly overwhelmed by the luxury and wealth that Dean so shamelessly displayed. Although, Seth figured that if he was that well off that he would be doing the exact same thing. He had a weird sensation come over him and bathe him in it. It was almost like a day dream, a feeling that all of this could be his if he was willing to risk the chance.
"No." He shook his head. He was suddenly glad that he was all alone in Dean's mansion. Dean would probably think he was more than a little unstable talking to himself. He walked into the laundry area which was just off to the right from the kitchen. He stepped inside and placed his towel and swimming trunks on top of the washing machine. He stripped himself off his t-shirt, jeans, socks and shoes in record time, folding them into neat piles before he pulled off his briefs and slid on his banana yellow trunks.
He could already feel how tight they were, the latex digging into his skin. He knew that they were riding up his ass and that they were so tight that he probably had some sort of muffin top going on above the waistband but he wasn't too worried. The last time he'd worn these, they were on for probably about a minute before they were ripped off and he knew that history would definitely be repeating itself again.
He felt his swimming trunks tighten around his cock, the material stretching against his growing length. He left his clothes and shoes where they were, neatly folded and placed on top of the washing machine before he grabbed his towel and headed out towards where he knew the pool was.
He felt a little self conscious with what he was wearing and he was glad that it was only Dean out there. Not that he would ever wear this in front of anyone that he hadn't been intimate with.
He stopped as he went to reach the door. There was that burning guilt that he felt again. From outside of the glass door he could see Dean already in the pool, his hair wet as he dove under the water over and over again. He took a deep breath, calming his nerves. He couldn't deny Dean his last day no matter how much the conscience in his head screamed out in protest.
He opened the door and stepped out into the paved pool area, the door closing softly behind him. He thought that having a door that led straight out from the house to the pool was probably not the safest idea if there was children around although he figured that children weren't really Dean's thing anyway. He placed his towel on the bench next to the house and heard the sharp whistle from the pool.
"You weren't kidding when you said that they were skimpy." Dean yelled out to him. He swam the short distance from the middle of the pool right up to the edge to get a better glimpse of Seth. These tight, yellow trunks really did little to conceal much of anything. He felt his cock stirring from inside of his board shorts. He couldn't help but smirk and deliberately lick his suddenly dry lips. "Maybe you should just come in naked?"
"Naked?" Seth grinned back at him. "Do you think I'm that easy?"
"Well you're the one who wore the tight, yellow trunks with half your ass hanging out." Dean pointed out, his smirk growing into a grin. "It doesn't matter, if you come in the pool with those on, I can guarantee that I'll be ripping them off in all of about two seconds."
Seth sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes. His hands had already hooked into either side of his trunks and pulled them down, revealing everything. He let them drop to the paved outdoor flooring before he bent down and discarded them near where his towel was. He could feel Dean's blue orbs on him the entire time and he deliberately stopped when he was standing just in front of where the older man was standing. He feigned innocence and brushed at the base of his stomach with his right hand. "What? Is there something on me?"
Dean smiled. "You're perfect."
Seth felt his cheeks flush red from the compliment as he dropped down to slide into the pool. He could still feel Dean's gaze on him as he slid into the water. He sucked in a deep breath before he dropped underneath the water. It was cool despite the warm and humid temperature of the day but it was almost refreshing in a way. He loved being in the water.
Once he came up from under the clear, dark blue pool water, he was face to face with Dean. His feet hit the bottom of the pool and he stood up straight, their brown and blue eyes locking. There was something different that he could see in Dean's eyes right now. There was something past the lust that he knew was there and he knew that whatever it was had to have been reflected in his own orbs.
It felt like time stood still every single time he looked into those blue eyes, their look lasting an age longer since it was their last day together. His arms slid up and wrapped around Dean's neck, one hand curling easily through the dark blonde, wet hair while he leaned forward. His brown orbs fluttered shut as their lips pressed together, bolt after bolt of chemistry radiating through his entire body as Dean's lips pushed eagerly back.
Right now it didn't matter that Seth was cheating on Roman was Dean. Right now it didn't matter that Seth was completely naked while Dean wasn't. All that mattered right in that moment was the two of them.
Dean's hands slid down Seth's in shape body, groping shamelessly at Seth's perfectly rounded ass cheeks. Seth had just the right amount that fit into his hands. He groaned into the kiss, his crotch pushing into Seth's to show the younger man just how eager he was for him. At the same time, his tongue had been swiping at Seth's lips, trying to get inside. Not that Seth gave up much resistance, not that he ever did.
Seth's hands grabbed tighter at Dean's shoulder and the back of his head, his head tilting to allow the older man to probe his tongue in deeper, to taste his mouth further. He moaned again. Dean's kisses were so damn good. He rutted his cock up against Dean's. He felt like a dirty little whore right now. Who else would strip naked and swim in a married man's pool when he had a perfectly good boyfriend at home? That thought only spurred him on, however, his legs lifting up and locking around Dean's slim waist.
He broke the kiss, his breathing heavy. His eyes snapped open, staring into blue orbs that showed him just how badly Dean wanted him as well. "I need you."
Dean's lips twisted into a grin. "You need me, huh?" His hands deliberately slid between the parted cheeks and the tip of his index finger rubbed eagerly at the puckered hole. "We've barely been in here two minutes and you already need my dick."
Seth nodded, leaning forward and nipping at Dean's fuller bottom lip. "Yeah. I do. Are you gonna give it to me?"
"Depends." Dean responded. He moved forward himself, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Seth's mouth. "On if you've been a good boy or not."
"I'm always a good boy." Seth shot back. "You know I always come running when you start calling."
"That is true." Dean smirked.
"Are you gonna give it to me?" Seth pushed, his hard cock pressing into Dean's with a little more force behind it.
Dean leaned forward and pressed their lips together in another earth, shattering kiss. Their mouths stayed closed this time and before Seth could melt away in ecstasy, Dean had ended it, startling him back to reality. "Bend over the side of the pool where the steps are."
Seth slowly eased his way out of the grip that Dean had him in and made his way across the pool to where the steps were. He could feel Dean's gaze on him during his entire journey and that only made him feel more exposed. He slid up the stairs, kneeling on the top stair so that the rest of his body was out of the water and leaned forward, arching his back and sticking his ass out up and high.
He glanced over his shoulder and saw that Dean was fast approaching him in the water. The way that the water cascaded and parted while he walked and more of his body appeared from underneath the clear water made Seth's breath catch right in his throat. He could see the predatory look in Dean's eyes and it made his heart race inside of his chest.
Dean licked his lips as he looked at the truly beautiful sight in front of him. How the hell he was going to be able to give all this up he had no idea. But that didn't matter for right now. All he had to concentrate on right in the moment was giving Seth the best damn orgasm the younger man had ever had.
He closed the gap between them, his eyes settled firmly on the prize in front of him. His prize being Seth's forever tight ass. He reached Seth in a matter of moments, his cock throbbing from inside of his shorts as he reached out and grabbed a hold of each cheek. His large hands grabbed at the plump cheeks, pushing them together and pulling them apart over and over again. All for a chance to see that pink entrance that was calling for him.
"Man, I don't know why all those girls sing about having the best ass when you have the nicest one I've ever seen." Dean complimented, his hands squeezing at the mounds once more.
Seth pushed back against the strong hands. "Th-thank you."
Dean retracted his hand and smacked him hard. His lips curled into a grin when he heard the moan that left Seth's lips. Oh, he was going to enjoy this. He dropped down so that he was also on his knees but underneath more water, his hands still grabbing at Seth's ass as he leaned forward.
Seth moaned loudly from the first touch of Dean's tongue against his most sensitive area. He could never deny that Dean had a fantastic tongue and he was certainly not shy about showing it. Dean had barely touched Seth's hole when he thrust the thick, pink muscle inside, causing all sorts of sensations to roll through Seth's body. His hands gripped at the edge of the pool, his knuckles almost white as Dean's tongue moved in and out of his entrance.
"Dean." He moaned pathetically. He pushed his ass back against the older man's face. He heard the grunt, felt the pressure that was right up against him and it only caused more bolts to rocket through his body. The start of a beard was scratching against his cheeks and boy did it feel good.
Dean pulled away from Seth's hole for a moment, a light chuckle leaving his lips as he looked at the glistening pink hole. He lifted his hand up and traced it with his index finger, more shuddering and soft moans leaving his lips. "I bet I could make you cum just from my tongue."
"I have no doubt you could. But I want your dick." Seth whined, pushing back against the digit that was just starting to push in. "And don't finger me. This is our last time together, I want to feel all of you."
Dean's brow furrowed. "Are you sure?"
Seth pushed his body back again. "Yes. I'm fucking sure."
Dean pulled his hand away from the younger man's body and stood up so that he was now level with his prize. His hands made short work of his board shorts, the Velcro fly undoing and revealing his rock hard cock. He pushed the shorts down to his ankles before he picked them up and threw them onto the warm paved area outside of the pool. He didn't really care that they were Gucci. All he cared about was his cock.
He spat onto his hand, coating his cock with the makeshift lube before he lined himself up with Seth's entrance. One hand wrapped around the base of his cock while the other grabbed onto a slender, golden brown hip. He rubbed the tip against the swollen entrance a few times first, soft groans being pulled from his own throat before he started to push in.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He cursed. Seth had never, ever, felt this tight before and the sensation was too much for him to handle. Those tight walls clutching onto his thick cock for dear life was like heaven. He could feel his stomach clenching and turning from being way too over stimulated. He knew he had to move before this all ended embarrassingly soon.
Seth let out a loud moan as Dean pushed into him. His brown eyes were squeezed tightly shut, tears prickling at his eyes. Dean was big but with minimal prep, it felt like a damn foot long was pressing into him. The painful sensation had subsided somewhat once Dean had pushed balls deep inside, the older man's cock pressing comfortably inside of him while their balls almost touched.
He needed more though. He wanted Dean to fuck him. He wanted Dean to give him the best damn orgasm he'd ever had. Not that the older man didn't already hold that title. He groaned inwardly, feeling like a piece of shit when he thought of his perfect boyfriend. How their sex seemed so damn mediocre to what he and Dean had even though they practically did the same thing anyway.
His eyes reopened and he looked over his shoulder. "You need to move Dean. I need you to move."
Dean's lips twitched into a smirk and his other hand grabbed at the other hip. His fingers dug into the tanned flesh as he pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in hard. He heard the grunt of approval from the dark haired man that was watching his every move. He did the same move again, the water splashing around his ankles as he continued moving in and out of Seth, slowly at first, trying to drag this out for as long as he could.
Seth's brown eyes focused on Dean's, their orbs locked while Dean moved in and out of him. He tried to concentrate on their rhythm, the steady in and out picking up in speed and ferocity with each thrust in and out. In and out. In. Out. Fast in. Slow out. He could hear the noises around them, the splashing of the water growing louder with each heavy thrust, their skin colliding ringing in his ears as well as his moans that were getting pulled from his throat.
He reached around with one hand and grabbed a hold of Dean's head, his long fingers in short hair as he pulled their faces together. It was an awkward angle with pool sex awkward enough already without Seth pushing their faces together for a kiss. He moaned when their lips touched, the taste of himself spurring him on as he forced his tongue inside of Dean's mouth.
Dean's steady thrusts faltered for a moment. Seth's domination had taken him completely by surprise. His eyes fell shut and he kissed back, his hands gripping painfully tight at the slender hips at his disposal, his own hips snapping in and out harder and faster. The sound of the water crashing around them increasing along with their matching moans and groans.
He broke the kiss abruptly, one hand forcing Seth's head down and forward while his hips continued snapping in and out of the tight heat. Then he heard the loud, whining moan that signaled to him that he'd found Seth's prostate. He continued thrusting in and out of Seth, deliberately striking at his spot, enjoying the sounds that the younger man was making while he did it.
Seth felt like his head was spinning. All that he could see was stars and all that he could feel was intense and overwhelming pleasure. He could feel his coil undoing inside of his stomach, a sure sign that he was going to be cumming quite soon. A very sure sign that he was approaching his best orgasm. He slid his hand down to wrap around his cock and pump himself towards his own ecstasy.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, one hand yanking him up so that he was bent at an odd angle, his back arching painfully, his knees wobbling from their spot on the steps. One hand still grabbed at the edge of the pool in vain. His brown eyes were open and he looked over his shoulder, his brown orbs once again locking with Dean's blues. Another intense moment shared between them.
His hand still pumped away at his cock. This position created so many new sensations that he never could have imagined. Roman definitely hadn't been able to cause him pleasure like this. He mentally shook his head. The last thing he needed or wanted right now was his orgasm to be blocked because of his guilt.
Seth pushed back into Dean's thrusts, the sounds of their bodies colliding along with the water splashing creating the perfect background music. Dean's hips kept thrusting in and out of his ass, unrelenting as they struck his prostate over and over again. The pleasure felt so good it was almost painful. There was no way he was going to be able to hold on much longer. His cock was throbbing from in between his hands, his body overwhelmed with pleasure. He was starting to shake now.
It was all over in a matter of cock pumps and hard thrusts. His entire body convulsed and he shuddered his way through his orgasm. His brown eyes fluttered shut, his ass muscles clenching tightly around Dean's invading cock as the older man's name was ripped from his lips in a mantra over and over and over again. He could feel the pain in his back but he didn't care. The pleasure outweighed the pain.
Dean couldn't hold on even if he tried. The tightening of Seth's hole was too much and with a few, robotic thrusts later he was cumming hard inside of the younger man. His hands tightened their grip to almost painful as he rode out his orgasm, Seth's name on his lips as he did. He barely had a chance to catch his breath before they were interrupted.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"
TBC
A/N: well, well, well. Someone finally caught them. I'm curious to see who you all think it is. Also, this is the last sex scene in Heartless which means not too many left to go now. Thanks for reading and reviewing! I will try not to keep you guys waiting too long for the next chapter. GatesVengeance x