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Dean felt his stomach drop when Stewart’s hand was on his and he was saying wait. Dean groaned and closed his eyes. Stewart didn’t want him, he didn’t want him and he had fucked this up. “I knew I would fuck this up,” he said heavily and turned his head away from Stewart.

Hearing him say that he liked him caused him to turn back to look at him. “I knew it, I shouldn’t have moved this fast.” He said as he moved his hand away from Stewart’s pants. “It just felt so good and,” he paused and kissed him softly. He didn’t know if it would be the last or what. “I really like you Stewart, and honestly despite how awesome this is I think we should not do this.” He moved his hand to Stewart’s chest and bit his lip. “If I’m going to mess around with you, I want you to be mine. I want you to be my boyfriend before I see anything hidden by those pants. As much as I might want too I can’t.” Dean looked at Stewart and started to blush and bit his lip nervously. “So will you be my boyfriend?”