Dean stared at the closed bedroom door for a long moment, then took another look at the room. Never in his life had he seen a home like this. Except maybe on TV. He could smell the new carpet, and tried to block out the thought of the fake bedroom at BJ’s tavern. This was so much more inviting. The beige carpet was spotless. Hanging over the large bed was a ceiling fan. Windows were on two sides of the room, with long flowing drapery, scalloped at the top. He entered the bathroom again, seeing an oval-shaped tub and marble or granite counters on the sink vanity. Brass fittings, white tile flooring, dazzling blown glass light fixtures suspended over a mirror that spanned the entire length of the vanity. Dean caught his gaze in the mirror and ran his hand over his hair. He thought he looked tired, not his best. He began to strip, and stared at the tub and the shower, feeling as if he was born for this life, made for the opulence and wealth. This is how he imagined living. Like Dante was. Naked, he turned on the water, his hand under the tap as it heated. As he reached down, he closed his eyes imagining Dante stripping, nude in his room across the hall. What would Dante do if Dean knocked on his door? Dean stepped into the tub once the water temperature was right. He noticed everything he needed already there for him, shampoo, conditioner, soap, and even a razor and shaving cream. He scrubbed up, moaning at the thrill, knowing he would do anything to get this job tomorrow. Anything not to go home. For the first time in his life, Dean wondered, could a man like Dante fall in love with him? Dean knew, he could fall for a guy like Dante. He didn’t jerk off, wanting to feel pent up for tomorrow morning. Shutting the taps, Dean used the fluffy towels to dry off, inhaling their scent and growing hard as everything excited him. The sense that he had been so sheltered, so kept away from all the finer things in life pervaded him. He knew now. He knew how good life could be. Dean stepped out of the tub and dried his legs, tossing the towel over a rack. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and ran his hand over his erection and pubic hair. He did not shave his dark pubic bush, or his face. After retrieving his toiletry kit, he brushed his teeth and moisturized his skin, then crawled into the big luxurious bed. He squirmed in the sheets and reached to shut the light on the nightstand. Once it was dark in the room, he listened. He could hear water running in another bathroom in the house. Dean closed his eyes as the weariness grew. He would impress Dante tomorrow. Wow him. Knock the man off his feet. It was easy now. All Dean had to do was look at Dante. How simple was that? Dean smiled and curled into the pillows, drifting off to sleep. ~ Dante brushed his teeth at the sink inside the master suite of his bedroom. His bathroom consisted of two rooms, one with a whirlpool bathtub, elevated from the floor, and a second room with a walk-in shower stall and the toilet. Both rooms had similar style sinks, bright lights, and matching marble floors and counter tops. He rinsed his mouth and looked into the mirror. Stop thinking about him. You know nothing about him. Nothing. Dante finished washing up, shutting the lights and sitting up in bed with his laptop. He relaxed against the pillows and answered emails from Jimmy about work, and checked on sales and the website to make sure the links were all working. He caught up on his work and then stared at the door to his room. Come on. Come here, Dean. You know you want to play. Dante wondered if he could telepathically entice Dean to come to his bed. He didn’t want to make the proposition. It would seem as if he had brought Dean here to use. No. But if Dean came to him? Well…
