Careless Whisper: Part 2

                                                   "Tonight the music seems so loud
                                                   I wish that we could lose this crowd
                                                          Maybe it's better this way

                                    We'd hurt each other with the things we want to say"

     "No no no, don't be fucking dead, man, please," Dean heard in his head, but oddly, the voice wasn't his own.

"Come ON, Dean, seriously...please wake up," came the voice again, deeply baritone, but spiked with growing panic. He felt himself moving, which struck him as odd, since he was the only one there.

     "DEAN!!!" The voice shouted, snapping him suddenly back to reality, his head banging against the tarred roof as he was helplessly shaken. As he opened his eyes, he was met with the sight of Roman, silhouetted against the waning twilight. As he moved closer, his face came into clearer view, his handsome features etched with worry. "Oh my God, you're not dead...thank GOD," he rejoiced, crouching over Dean and wrapping him up in his arms. He buried his face in the crook of Dean's neck, still murmuring words of thanks as Dean looked blankly up at the sky, woozy and still very intoxicated.

     "How the fuck did you find me? I didn't tell anybody," he said, his voice trailing off as he blinked hard a few times, trying to will himself to focus. "Ugh, where's my beer? I know I had at least one left.." he groaned, looking back toward the ledge and trying to crawl his way over to where he had seen them last.

     "Nope, I think you're done for tonight, man. Pack it up, I'm taking you someplace safe," Roman countered, reaching out and grabbing Dean by the back of his leather jacket. Since he only had a grip on the coat, Dean quickly squirmed out of it and scrambled away, cowering like a wounded animal. He managed to make it up onto his feet, but he was still very tipsy.

     "DON'T YOU TELL ME WHAT TO DO!!" Dean said angrily, pointing accusatorily at Roman as he leaned down and grabbed the last can out of the box. When he stood back up the box was stuck on his hand, and he had to stiffly shake it a few times before it finally fell off, thereby turning his moment of attempted defiance into a pitiful display of awkwardness. He pouted, surly eyes looking at Roman through a mess of tangled hair. "Don't......tell me....what to do," he whimpered, sniffing between words as the emotions came flooding back all at once. He abruptly turned and sat on the ledge, his feet dangling over the side, as he opened his last beer with one hand and proceeded to start slugging it down.

Before he could finish, it was yanked out of his hand by Roman, who had come to sit down beside him. "Give me that," he said tersely, shaking his head. "I'm gonna need it if I'm going to hang with you tonight, apparently." He finished off the beer in two gulps and set the can down between them.

Dean picked the can up and again hurled it out over the edge, watching it fall all the way down and land with a barely audible metallic ping in the hotel parking lot. He leaned forward as he watched its descent, his mind a million miles away. It was only the presence of Roman's large hand on his chest that brought him back, literally and figuratively.

"Come on, don't fucking do that...you're really freaking me out here, man. Will you please talk to me? Tell me what you're thinking. I want to know." He raised his hand to Dean's cheek, brushing away a few soaked strands of hair from his tear-streaked face. "I mean, if you're up here thinking about jumping, I think you best be talking to somebody, even if it's not me. But I really wish you'd talk to me."

A long, silent moment passed between them, Roman waiting anxiously for a reply, or a grunt, or a fucking blink; anything at all that might indicate that Dean was present. Finally after Dean couldn't stand being stared at for any longer, he spoke, his voice a defeated half-whisper, as though he barely had the energy to form the words. "I'm just an idiot, that's all. Nothing new there," he said, half-smiling at his own ridiculousness.

Roman sighed, looking away in frustration. "Really Dean? I thought we were better friends than that. I know damn well you're thinking some fucked up shit right now, so fucking tell me," he demanded, his tone becoming annoyed.

It was then that something in Dean snapped. He turned his head and started Roman down with a stone-faced glare. "Oh yeah? Well if you supposedly know so fucking much about what I'm thinking, why don't you tell ME? HUH?! Otherwise... fuck off," he spat, looking to redirect some of the hurt onto someone besides himself.

Roman's eyes grew wide with disbelief. "Oh, so it's like that, huh? That's how you wanna play this? Ok, fine," he growled, jaw clenching as he glared back. "I think you're fucking madly in love with Seth, and you can't handle the fact that he proposed to Leighla. I think maybe you have some feelings that don't quite fit with the way you've chosen to live your life up to this point, but you've gotten to the point where you can't really deny them any more. I think you're hating yourself for not telling him how you felt before it was too late," he said, voice softening as he absentmindedly rubbed the empty spot on his ring finger with his right hand. "And since I'm already telling you what I think, I might as well add this: I think you should still tell him. He deserves to know," he said, putting a hand on Dean's shoulder.

Dean shrugged it off, his head twitching slightly. "HE deserves to know? Well geez, why don't we just give Seth fucking everything while we're at it? I mean, fuck, he's already perfect, and cute, and talented, and now he's gonna have the perfect wife, and probably the prefect fucking family too...and I get shit, because that's all a piece of shit like me deserves..." he groaned, face dropping into his palms to hide the oncoming wave of tears. He began to cry uncontrollably, too drunk and desperate to stop it. "I'm sorry," he managed to croak out between sobs.

"Sorry? Why are you saying sorry to me? Roman asked, confused.

"Because I didn't want to feel like this. I know I ruined everything. I couldn't just be friends with him. I had to be fucking greedy," he replied, the words spilling out faster now. "I always end up wanting what I can't have. I'm fucking stupid." His throat was so raw, it was starting to hurt as well.

"You're not stupid," Roman reassured. "Believe me. I know how you feel."

Dean looked back at Ro and saw him wiping his eyes with the heel of his hand. "Fucking pollen, right?" he said, smiling affectionately at the Samoan by his side.

"Yeah...allergies," Roman answered, sniffling a little. He saw Dean's smile and returned it, then put an arm around the smaller man's shoulders and pulled him closer. Dean leaned into Roman's chest and exhaled heavily, as though some of his burden had been allieviated.

"So, you never did tell me how you found me. Is there a missing persons report out on me or something?" Dean asked, his curiosity coming back now that he had released some of his anguish.

Roman pressed his face into Dean's messy hair, inhaling the scent of his shampoo. "No...Seth wouldn't stop calling and texting me. He said you weren't answering your phone, and nobody else had seen you, so he was kind of freaking the fuck out, understandably. I told him I'd find you, and once I checked the hotel bar and you weren't there, I figured it was worth a shot to check up here. I've babysat your drunk ass enough times to know your patterns by now," he said, chuckling.

"Wait...so does he know where we are now?" Dean asked, fear rising in his voice. "Did you fucking tell him we're up here, you bastard?!"

Just as Roman opened his mouth to answer, the rooftop door swung open. In the doorway stood Seth, flushed and out of breath, in a state of near-panic. "Oh, thank God, thank God, don't ever do that to me again, you fucking asshole," he cried, running toward Dean with arms extended, ready to hug him and never let him go.

Careless Whisper: Part 1

                                                "To the heart and mind, ignorance is kind
                                                         There's no comfort in the truth
                                                               Pain is all you'll find"

     
     Engaged.

      ENGAGED. That fucking stupid word. Dean had said it in his head so many times that it didn't even sound like a real word anymore. Not that it had lost any meaning, because it still hurt just as much the 300th time he heard it as it did the first time, when it fell from Seth's lips and shattered him into a million pieces.

     "Awesome, man. That's...awesome. I'm really happy for you guys," he had replied as Seth pulled him in for a hug. Fortunately he didn't see the tears welling up in Dean's eyes as they embraced, but he did hear him suddenly start to sniffle, and he pulled back, looking at Dean with concern.

     "What's the matter? You got allergies or something?" Seth asked as Dean tried to look anywhere else but into those beautiful brown eyes. "Nah, man....I mean, yeah...it's just allergies. Stupid fucking pollen," Dean answered hastily, changing his direction mid-stream. He knew this wasn't the time or the place to discuss it. He sniffed again, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his jacket. "Hey, I uh, I gotta go...work out, so I'll catch you around later, ok?" he said, eyes trailing down to the ground as he turned and walked quickly away, tears starting to spill down his cheeks as he made his escape.

     He hadn't realized just how much it was going to hurt, though. It sat in his chest, the pain so strong and so real it had him wondering if he was about to have a coronary right then and there. Oh yeah, that would be fitting, Dean thought to himself, to die up here all alone on top of a hotel, surrounded by empty beer cans. Nobody would ever guess that it wasn't the booze or the lifestyle that killed me...

     Dean reached down and shoved his hand into the 12-pack of beer sitting next to him, rummaging around until he found another unopened can. Jesus, did I drink that many already? He looked at the time on his phone, ignoring the multiple text messages and missed calls. It was late enough that it was technically early, but the sky was still dark, the churning clouds mirroring his mood. Sighing heavily, he stuffed the phone back into his pocket and cracked open the beer, looking out into the distance.

     Why did he have to show up in the first place if he was just going to leave again? he asked himself once more, even though he still didn't know the answer. Why did you have to put him in my path and have us crash together, if only to turn around and tear us apart? He knew he was probably being overly dramatic, but the alcohol wasn't exactly helping him to lighten his thoughts.

      Dean looked up into the ether, his face a mix of pain, anger and confusion. He bit hard into his bottom lip, trying to hold everything in, but he had reached a point of full saturation. It was going to come out, regardless of whether he wanted it to or not. He chugged the entire beer in his hand and then angrily hurled the spent can out over the edge of the building's roof, then jumped up onto his feet and stood on the ledge, the toes of his boots extending a couple of inches beyond it. Nobody would stop him. Nobody even knew he was up here.

     But if he ended up down there, they would know. They'd all know, and Seth would definitely know, and Dean knew he couldn't do that to him. It wasn't Seth's fault he couldn't deal with it anyway. He wasn't the one who put the longing in Dean's heart, he just happened to be the one who brought it out. He couldn't help being the sweet, dorky, beautiful soul that he was any more than Dean could help loving him. Like a fucking idiot, he thought, berating himself in his mind. As the feelings came rushing up again, Dean groaned and hunched over, hands clutching his stomach as a wave of nausea overtook him.

He spun around, only making it a few steps before retching and spewing out the majority of the beer he had already drank, coughing and gasping for air as he fell weakly onto his hands and knees. Once he was empty, he sat back on his heels and let out a loud, pained cry, the sound ripping from his throat, dissolving into raw sobbing. He hated himself for not being able to keep from feeling this way, but on some level he felt like he deserved it. This was exactly what he knew was going to happen anyway.

You knew he was too good for you from the beginning. You KNEW he was never going to be yours, but you lied to yourself. You chose to delude yourself. YOU did this to yourself. 

Dean's eyesight began to blur, his mind going hazy as he slumped over onto his side, the sound of the building's ventilation system wrapping cozily around him like a comforting blanket as he curled into the fetal position and lost consciousness.


   

     
     
   

Teamwork: Chapter 17

     Roman took hold of Dean's wrists and pulled them up over his head, pinning them down with one hand as he waited for a reply. The look of conflict on Dean's face was cathartically beautiful, ice blue eyes wide with need, pink tongue restless in his mouth. He was more than ready, he just needed to find a way to push the actual words out, to will the thought into action. Ro flipped his hair over to one side and started to kiss and nibble on Dean's neck, moaning into his ear as he continued gyrating on top of him. He brought his knee up and nudged the smaller man's thighs apart, maneuvering himself between them.
     Dean instinctively pulled his knees up, wrapping his legs tightly around the body above him and squeezing. His moans got louder as he felt Roman's heavy cock jostling against his own, but he still didn't speak.

 Ro was starting to lose patience, frustration slowly creeping in. Never had he seen anyone resist his own desires this steadfastly. He tightened his grip on Dean's wrists and brought his mouth to his ear, purring, "What's your problem, anyway? You let Seth fuck you, but you don't want me? How come?" his voice getting a bit plaintive toward the end of the sentence. His thick tongue captured Dean's earlobe and pulled it into his mouth, sucking and moaning, trying to drive him to the brink of desperation, but also driving himself there at the same time. He bucked against the warmth of Dean's crotch and groaned. "Look at this fucking dick right here," he said, grabbing himself at the base and brandishing his cock like a weapon. "You see how much it wants you?"

"Yeah, I see it," Dean finally replied, looking down between them. "But...is that just your dick talking, or is that you? he asked hesitantly.

Ro froze, his steely eyes meeting Dean's. "Huh? No...of course not, it's...wait, is that what this is about? You think I just want to fuck you because I happened upon you guys getting it on?"

The look in Dean's eyes told him everything he needed to know, but he still couldn't believe it. He hadn't even considered the possibility that Dean might need to know he was wanted too. "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry," he said, letting go of his cock and bringing his hand up to wrap around the back of Dean's neck, pulling him closer.

Their mouths came together in a deep kiss, full of urgency and unquenched desire. Dean moaned loudly, eyes rolling back in his head as Roman rocked back and forth on top of him, grinding needily against his ass, legs still locked around his midsection. He pulled back, his ebony mane concealing part of his face, eyes alight with passionate energy. "I've wanted this for as long as I've known you. To get to hold you like this...without having to punch you at the same time, that is." Roman laughed, his face breaking into a sweet smile.

Dean chuckled as well, relieved that the tension had been alleviated somewhat. He took a deep breath, looking up at Roman with sincere appreciation. "Thanks. That means a lot," he replied, swallowing hard. "Now please...fuck me. I want you in me so fucking bad right now, I'm not even kidding."

Roman's smile grew bigger as he pulled away, stripping off all of his remaining clothing and coating his formidable length with lube. He pounced back on top of Dean, grabbing him behind the knees and pushing his legs toward his chest, leaving his pretty hole helplessly exposed. "Oh, I'm gonna get up in you, don't you worry about that. You just hold on and try not to get bucked off," he said, staring down at Dean's painfully hard cock. "Because I'm gonna make you cum harder than you ever have in your life."

"Yeah, please...do it...I want to...cum...while you...fuck me," Dean replied in gasps as Ro slid the head of his dick around in the crease of his ass cheeks, trying to zero in on the one pliant spot he was aiming for. When he found it and pushed, he was pleasantly surprised to find that it swallowed him up eagerly, even though it was still breathtakingly tight and hot.

The Samoan saw stars shoot across his field of vision for a few moments, overtaken by the sudden assault on his senses. He shook his head and flipped his hair back, running a hand down to Dean's ass and giving it a hard slap, loving the feeling of that slick sheath squeezing around him. "Mmmm, looks like I was right all along...that ass is made for my cock, isn't it?"

"Fucckkkk yesssss," Dean whined, looking down between his splayed legs to watch Roman's full length slowly disappearing inside of him. "Take it...fuck it...use it," he growled, his voice dropping an octave as he let his head fall back onto the bed and relaxed into it. The relief he felt at that moment was undeniable. He knew that now, he didn't have to resist or hide anything any more. He had his two best friends with him, and they were doing what they had all been wanting to do all along, and they didn't need anything or anyone else to make it better. It was perfect.

Just then, he noticed Seth crawling up onto the bed behind Roman, his gaze locked on the sight of what was happening at the junction of the two rutting bodies in front of him. He had his still-hard cock in his grip and he was stroking himself steadily, mouth hanging open, completely entranced. He leaned over to get a better look, biting his lip as he watched Dean's asshole stretching to accommodate Roman's huge, thrusting rod. He groaned aloud and stroked his cock faster. "God, you guys look fucking awesome...soooo fucking hot," he said, a tinge of envy in his voice.

Roman sat back on his heels, still moving his cock in and out of Dean's hole slowly, and gave Seth a sly smirk. "You wanna watch this, don't you, you little fucking whore? I bet you'd love to get your dirty little hands and mouth all over us right now, wouldn't you?"

"Ohh yesss," Seth answered instantly, eyes greedily devouring the sight. He kept stroking, but made no move to touch them, instead looking plaintively at Roman for his approval.

Roman gave a slight nod of his head, indicating it was ok to proceed. Before he could say anything, however, Seth had already positioned himself directly behind them and had his face about a foot away from the action. He ran his hands over Roman's voluptuous ass, testing the firmness with a little squeeze. Ro moaned and leaned back over Dean, moving in to kiss him again as he began to pump his throbbing dick harder into that dizzying, maddening heat.

As the two men continued to fuck in front of him, Seth couldn't stop looking at Roman's tiny asshole winking at him as he pounded his meat into Dean relentlessly. He wanted to lick it so bad, but he didn't want to get into trouble for it. Instead, he stuck a finger in his mouth to wet it, then rubbed it around the small entrance gently, being sure to move with them. To his surprise, Ro moaned louder and slowed down his pace, pushing his ass back further than he normally would on the out-stroke. He moved onto his elbows and knees, cock still buried inside, and looked back. "Do it, slut. Lick my ass. I know you fucking want to." He reached back, grabbed Seth by the hair, and shoved his face into it until he felt Seth's warm, wet tongue squirming ecstatically, rapturous moans buzzing against his sensitive flesh. "Mmhmm, yeah...eat that ass, you fucking whore," he encouraged, moaning even more when Dean started pinching his nipples between his teeth, trying to get him to resume the fucking he was giving before they were interrupted.

"Man, you guys are both just big sluts for me, huh? Got you all dickmatized, don't I?" Roman teased cockily, working his cock in a bit deeper, his round ass flexing against Seth's face. The moans that came from both Dean and Seth then said more than mere words could ever express. He laughed, hardly able to believe that what was happening was really real. But it was. And at that moment, he felt like the luckiest guy in the entire world...

   

Backseat Driver

     "Sure, you can come with us...as long as you drive," said Dean, slapping the keys to the rental car into Seth's open palm. "That actually works out good for me, since that way I'll have both hands free to work my magic," he said as he looked hungrily at Renee, who was busy loading her bag into the trunk and not paying attention to their conversation. As he spoke, Seth followed Dean's gaze to the pair of black suede over-the-knee boots she was wearing with a rather short, fitted skirt. She looked classy as usual, but even Seth had to admit that there was something about her in those boots that was unbelievably sexy. All Seth could think of was what she might look like wearing just the boots and nothing else. He must have stared a bit too long, because he was unceremoniously slapped out of his reverie by Dean, who leaned in close and whispered, "Don't even think about it, man...that's all mine. Although maybe you're lucky, she might not mind you watching."

     Seth shivered as he felt Dean's hot breath in his ear, his cheek stinging from the slap. His cock was already stirring in his tight jeans as his imagination began to ramp up. "Alright, but I'm tellin' ya, she's not gonna let you do shit with me in the car. She's not that kind of girl....is she?" he asked, a hint of longing in his voice.

     Dean looked over at Renee again just in time to see her bending over, reaching for something in the deeper recesses of the trunk. The gold zippers that ran up the back of her boots were like two shining beacons, pointing the way up to the promised land that awaited him underneath the skirt that was stretching marvelously to accommodate her trim, yet shapely behind. He gawked openly, momentarily forgetting that Seth had just asked him a question. He shook his head, trying to clear away the distraction. "Huh?" he asked, having completely lost his train of thought. He looked at Seth awkwardly, a hint of a flush on his cheeks. "Sorry, I uh..."

     Chuckling, Seth clapped a hand on Dean's shoulder and leaned in, whispering, "You guys haven't had sex yet, have you? Haha, this ought to be a very entertaining ride," before walking to the car and getting in the driver's seat.

      "Need any help with that?" Dean offered as he walked up behind Renee, still checking out her ass but trying to be a bit more discreet this time.

     Renee turned around, rolling her eyes. "Well, maybe if you had asked me that five minutes ago, I might have said yes, but it's under control now. You just go sit your pretty self in the front seat, big boy, I got this," she said, smirking as she looked up at the surprised expression on Dean's face. 

     "Oh really?" he replied, a bit taken aback. "Well what if I want to sit with you, huh?" he inquired, sliding an arm around her small waist and pulling her against him, giving her his best sad puppy-dog eyes and jutting out his bottom lip in an adorable pout.

     Renee raised an eyebrow, somewhat suspicious of his tactics. "So you want us both to sit in the back while poor Seth has to chauffeur us around everywhere? That hardly seems fair," she replied, running a hand up his chest and dragging her fingernails back down lightly. "I mean, isn't that going to be weird?"

       "Weird? Nah, he sees enough of my ugly mug as it is. I'm sure he won't mind not having to look at it for a little while," Dean answered, his hands slowly meandering down her backside. "Come on, I promise I won't bite...unless maybe you ask real nice," he said slyly, giving her ass a quick squeeze and smiling before leaning in and planting a gentle kiss on her lips.  

     Renee cocked an eyebrow, giving him a quizzical look. "Why would I ask you to do something painful to me on purpose? I don't see the appeal in that, to be honest."

     "Well, maybe you just haven't had somebody hurt you in just the right way yet," Dean shot back, grabbing her rather abruptly and pushing her back against the trunk of the vehicle. He kicked her legs apart with his foot, brought his leg up and rubbed it firmly against the warm junction of her thighs, causing her tight skirt to ride up as he kissed her again, more aggressively this time. She moaned lightly into his mouth, her desire for him growing rapidly even though she struggled to hide it. 

     "You, sir, are being very, very fresh," she teased once she finally pulled away, infinitely pleased at the  look of longing on Dean's face. He leaned toward her as she leaned back, lips still pouted in anticipation of another kiss. His hands clasped behind her lower back, pressing their bodies tightly together and squeezing out a soft moan from the small blonde. He released the pressure enough to allow her to breathe and waited for her eyes to meet his once again.

     "Am I?" he asked, feigning innocence. "Or am I doing exactly what you want?" 

     Renee's eyes narrowed as she seemed to think about it for a moment, then she raised a finger up between them and tapped him lightly on the tip of his nose. "That's a very good question," she answered, returning his challenging gaze with one of her own. "But did you ever consider that maybe I don't know exactly what I want all the time? I mean, maybe I want to see what happens...maybe I like spontaneity. Did you ever think of that, smart guy?" she asked sarcastically, giving a self-satisfied smirk as she playfully shoved him away.

     Deans eyes widened in surprise as he suddenly found himself at a loss for words. His mouth hung open as he struggled to process the possible implications of her rather cryptic statement. After a long moment, a twitchy grin and a look of sly recognition spread across his face. He stepped back and pulled her upright, then led her around the car and opened the rear door gallantly, allowing her to enter first. "After you, Madame," he said, waving her in.

     Renee let out a sigh and rolled her eyes, then moved past him and ducked down to get inside. "Ok, now you're trying waaayy too hard," she chided.

     Dean's lip curled into a sneer at her words and before he knew it, his hand was already on a trajectory aiming directly for her hindquarters. The slap cracked loudly against her tight behind, and as her head spun around to chastise him, he quickly climbed into the seat with her and brought his mouth right up to her ear, purring, "How about that? Was that hard enough for you, Princess? I wanna make sure I do it just right."

     "You shut your mouth," she responded testily, reaching up and swatting him on the cheek with an open palm. "Close the fucking door and let's go." She looked up at the rearview mirror to see Seth's eyes staring back in shock. He let out a high-pitched squeal of delight and broke into raucous laughter, banging loudly on the steering wheel. "Ohhhhh man, this is gonna be so GREAT. We should ride together all the time," he said, looking back at her as he put the car in gear. 

     "Yeah, we'll see," she replied, giving Seth an unimpressed look. "You guys seem like a couple of dorks to me. Might ruin my street cred." She winked and looked back, amused at how easy it was to get them both on the hook. 

     Predictably, Seth grumbled and slammed on the gas, peeling out of the parking lot and knocking them all back in their seats. "I am not a dork," he mumbled, looking at her again and sticking out his tongue brattily.