Justin closed his eyes. “When I first met you, I had this dream about you.”
“A dream, huh?”
“Yeah.” Justin slid a hand up Del’s spine. “I dreamed you were behind me, and we were naked, and you told me you were going to give me just what I needed. And it was so hot, but then I woke up right before you touched my dick.”
Del’s body shook with sudden laughter.
“It wasn’t funny!” But Justin couldn’t stop from smiling either. “It was a tragedy, Del!”
“A tragedy,” Del echoed and pressed a kiss to the top of Justin’s head. “I’ll bet it was.”
Justin drew back and lifted his gaze. “Can I sleep with you in your bed tonight?”
“Yes,” Del said. “Is that all you’re asking for?”
Justin drew in a breath. “I want you. I want you to—” He didn’t know how to say it, but he pushed on regardless. “I want you inside me.”
“You’ve never…?”
“No,” Justin said. “But I want to. And I want it to be you.”