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     Ok, ok...you can do this...just the tip, Dean tried to tell himself as he tentatively nudged the tapered end of the tiny dildo against his wet hole. Just fucking do it. Don't be such a pussy.

     But try as he might, he couldn't berate himself into wanting to jam anything up there, even it if was the slimmest possible implement he was able to discreetly purchase online. Even though he was more than sufficiently lubed, his muscles clenched tightly and he almost lost his footing in the shower as he tried to force it in. 

     Probably shouldn't have done this in the bathroom, he thought, realizing how slippery the shower floor had become when he had clumsily squirted lube everywhere. He gave his cock a few halfhearted strokes with his other hand, trying to somehow get himself interested in continuing, but it was no use. His normally perky member was DOA. 

     He sighed in frustration, mad at himself for not being able to perform such a seemingly simple act. He set the dildo down on the edge of the tub and proceeded to wash the lube off of his body. As he soaped up his behind, he felt strangely guilty, as though he had somehow taken advantage of himself. 

     Shuddering involuntarily, he turned the water off and got out, wrapping one bath towel around his waist, one around his head, and yet another towel around his shoulders like a cape. He ambled out into the kitchen and grabbed a beer out of the fridge, cracking it and tossing the cap off behind him as he wandered back down the hallway into his bedroom.

     Taking a long pull off his beer, Dean regarded his countenance in the mirror. He dropped the towel from his shoulders and arched back slightly, watching his abs flex. He knew he was looking good, but even that knowledge didn't make him feel like he was even in the same league as Roman. 

     He's so fucking perfect...and sexy...and he deserves to be with someone who can satisfy him, Dean thought, pouting at himself. And yet he claims to want me for some reason. 

     Suddenly, Dean's contemplation was interrupted by a loud banging at the front door. He glanced at the clock and realized it was later than he thought. Roman was already here and he wasn't even dressed yet. "Yeah, come on in, it's not locked," he yelled out the bedroom door before closing it and rummaging around for some clean workout gear. 

     Roman quietly let himself into Dean's apartment, taking off his aviators so he could see in the dim light. "Fuck, man, get some airflow going in here...this place is like a crypt," he griped, going over to the large front windows and drawing back the curtains, revealing a glass door that opened onto a large balcony.

     He opened it and stepped out, taking a moment to survey the busy Las Vegas landscape while he waited for Dean. He was marveling at the difference between day and night in the city when he heard a gruff voice behind him.

     "It's not a crypt, it's a lair," Dean replied belatedly, stumbling out onto the balcony as he tried to jam his heel into a gym shoe and walk at the same time. He slammed his foot down into it and stood up, riffling a hand through still-wet hair and squinting in the sunlight. "A man lair," he emphasized, looking Roman up and down in his black tank top and basketball shorts and raising an eyebrow suggestively.

     Roman turned around and smiled, looking away somewhat shyly and chuckling when he saw Dean leering at him. "A man lair, huh? And what does one do in a man lair, exactly?" the larger man asked, grabbing the front of Dean's t-shirt flirtatiously and pulling him in closer to him, their chests almost touching. 

     Dean felt his heart thump as he gazed at Roman's beautiful lips, which were tantalizingly close to his own. "Oh, you know," he answered coyly, very much enjoying their game. "Manly stuff."

     Ro let out an amused laugh, his mouth pulling up into a one-sided smirk. He boldly slid his hands around Dean's small waist and then slipped them under the waistband of his shorts, cupping supple, naked cheeks in his palms from the inside. He squeezed and Dean groaned lustily, leaning into him.

     "Oh really? Is this manly enough for the man lair?" Ro inquired, his deep, silky voice making Dean's heart beat even faster. He pulled their hips together and kissed Dean hard, pulling a surprised moan from the smaller man's throat. He kept his hands on Dean's ass and rubbed their stiffening cocks against each other, the silky material of their shorts making the contact feel deliciously erotic. After a few moments, Dean pulled away from the kiss, his face a shade or two pinker than before.

     "I'd, uhm......I'd say that's pretty manly," Dean confirmed, feeling pleasantly lightheaded and more than a little aroused. "So...uh, I'm ready to go whenever you are." 

     "Alright, alright. I just gotta take a leak first...gimme a second." He smoothly pulled his hands out from Dean's shorts and walked back into the apartment, closing the bathroom door behind him. 

     Dean took a deep breath and leaned against the railing, looking out at the sun-baked cityscape. He desperately wanted to do more than just make out with Roman, but his worry about being penetrated always stopped him from going further than that. He wondered if Roman would still want him if he knew, but Dean's deep-seated fear of abandonment kept him from actually having a real-life discussion about it.
     Instead, Dean just dropped his head onto his forearms and released a heavy sigh. He looked down at the ground between his feet just in time to see a shadow moving up behind him, and before he could react, he felt the warm press of Roman's body against his back and a very distinct hardness that settled between his ass cheeks and pulsed with a life of its own. Large hands grasped his hips and pulled his bent-over ass tighter against the growing lump, and Dean heard Roman grunt softly in response from behind him.

     "Damn, boy, if you're trying to torture me with that ass, you're doing a real good job, you know that?" the big man commented, his tone of voice dropping into Serious Roman territory as he leaned forward and pressed harder into Dean's back, practically pinning him against the railing. 

     Dean froze, suddenly very uncomfortable with the position he was in. "Uhh, whaddya mean?" he asked, confused and a little afraid.

     "Oh, come on...you didn't really want to go to the gym today, did you?" Ro teased, rolling his hips and grinding his cock harder against the crease of Dean's hindquarters.

     "Uhhmmm....yes?" Dean answered hesitantly, not entirely sure how to answer the question. He tried to push back against the Samoan in order to stand up, but Ro growled in protest, pushing him back down.

     "Stay there," the bigger man ordered, taking a step back and dropping to his knees. He grabbed Dean's shorts and yanked them partway down, then ran his palms up over the glorious prize, squeezing hard and earning a startled gasp in reward. "Mhmm...you're awfully clean for somebody who's supposedly going to go work out. I wonder why that is?" he asked, planting a row of kisses up the inside of Dean's naked thigh and nipping lightly at the rounded flesh above it.

     "Hhh- uhhh...I...I don't...know," Dean stuttered, struggling to form a coherent thought as he felt Ro's impossibly soft tongue start to lap closer and closer to his entrance. "Fuccckkk- wait," he whined,   his heart racing. "We can't..."

     Roman sat back, licking his lips as he spread those taut cheeks apart to get his very first look at the enticing orifice he had thought about so often. Ever since they had confessed their mutual attraction, it had been one heated make out session after another, but that was as far as they had gone. Ro was more than ready to take things a bit further. Or a lot further, depending on how receptive Dean was to his efforts.

     "Aww, whassamatter? You gonna play all innocent on me? I know you've been practicing," he said slyly, running one hand around to the front and wrapping his fingers around Dean's tingling cock. "Haven't you?"

     "Haa- aah," Dean cried helplessly, dangerously close to the edge of his comfort zone, yet still extremely turned on in spite of it. "M-maybe we should take this inside, dontcha think?" He hoped the distraction might buy him enough time to figure out a plan. "In private?"

     Roman's smirk grew into a full-on grin upon hearing that plea, and he quickly stood back up and pulled the other's shorts back into place, "Get in there," he growled, pointing toward the doorway. 

     

     

     

     

     

     

Tag Team Champs

     "Fuck...wait, lemme do it," Dean huffed, roughly slapping two sets of grabby hands off of his belt buckle and fumbling to get it undone. "Goddammit, cheap fucking thing..." he griped, finally ripping it off along with his belt and throwing it across the room. "Ok, ok...do it. Suck it."

     Dean wasn't sure exactly how his "innocent" night out with Seth and Jimmy had gone from PG to NSFW, but he guessed it might have had something to do with the now-empty bottle of Jack Daniel's that sat on its side on the floor, knocked off the table when they both decided to jump him and fight over his dick. He normally wouldn't have taken advantage, but he was just as buzzed as they were, and his cock was really liking the idea of getting sucked by two mouths at the same time. He bit his lip as he took his hands away and watched the two dark-eyed, bearded sluts grab at his jeans and rip them open. 

     Jimmy got to him first, hooking a finger around his girth and pulling his dick out. He shot Seth a salacious look as he immediately sucked it into his greedy mouth and bobbed on it a few times in quick succession. Dean whined as his hips ratcheted up toward the source of pleasure, too inebriated to have any inhibitions left. "You get in there too," he said to Seth as he grabbed brunette curls in both of his fists and pulled Seth's head in as he simultaneously pulled Jimmy's away. 

     As one mouth let go with a loud, wet pop, the other came down on his cock with a hungry slurp. Dean groaned and arched back, unable to stay still. Between the feeling of having two hot mouths on him at the same time, and the sight of the two boys attached to those mouths having their way with him, he was almost in disbelief that it was actually happening. He tried to mentally calculate how much of that Jack he himself had consumed, but the warm, wet tongues snaking their way up and down his length made it really hard to think of anything but letting them lick him all over.

     "Hey, quit keeping it all to yourself, bitch," Seth piped up, slapping the smaller man on the shoulder. "Let's share." He grabbed Jimmy and kissed him, his tongue slipping between the other's lips. 

      "Yeah....share it....suck it...nnhhh, fuccckkkk," Dean groaned as his hard-on bobbed impatiently up and down and his hips moved toward them. 

     "Aww, looks like somebody really wants it now," Jimmy said, his hand crawling up Dean's chest to pinch his nipple as he brought his mouth down and started licking the pulsing cock that Seth was politely holding at the base for him. He took Jimmy's lead and reached his hand up to tweak Dean's other nipple while he also put his mouth to work on the other side, lapping and slurping lewdly.

     "Ohhhh.....fucckkkk....that's too good," Dean gasped, grasping both of their heads and pulling them tighter together until they were pressed mouth to mouth, with hard dick meat in between them. He started to thrust, stuffing his rod into one hot orifice and then the other, shamelessly letting the two hungry twinks service him. 

     Dean felt a shiver run through him and he knew he was close. "Fuck....yessss....share my fucking cum- ohh," he moaned, the sight of twin pink tongues circling the head of his cock etching itself indelibly into his mind as he climaxed, his hot cream lapped up as quickly as he could produce it.

     Jimmy and Seth continued to greedily lick and suck out all they could, until Dean finally had to shove them away from his over-sensitive unit. "Shit....ok, ok, I take back what I said. You guys do make a good tag team."

     

Backseat Driver: Chapter 4

     Seth settled back into the driver's seat and began to tell the story, his eyes occasionally flicking up to the rearview mirror to try to see what was going on in the back. 
      "Alright, well, without boring you with too much detail about exactly how I ended up in Canada to work for Cyberfights, let's just say that between Marek and I, we were just broke enough for it to sound like a good idea. They paid for us to fly to Vancouver and put us up in this shitty motel that was right off the highway, so we would have had to drive to get anywhere decent."
     "Sounds like a classy operation already," Dean interrupted, unable to resist the easy jab.
     Seth shot him a sour look in the rearview before continuing. "So anyway, me and Marek show up to check in, and we run into Jacobs in the lobby, and he's with this blond kid who looked like he was about 15. I don't know who he is, but when they come over to say hi, he says his name is Cameron, and he's been told to 'take care' of us," Seth said, making air-quotes to emphasize his point. "Turns out, he works for Cyberfights too, and he's one of the guys we're supposed to be working with. He says he's been with them since he turned 18 a year ago, and that he loves it and it's super easy work.  So y'know, at this point me and Marek are like, 'Hell yes, we're gonna make some easy cash this weekend' and we're stoked, because like I said, we really needed the money."
     "And you know people always make the best decisions when they're young and desperately need money," Renee quipped, getting a chuckle from Dean in response. "Yeah...especially when they love cock as much as this one does," he chimed in, nodding his head in Seth's direction.

     "Shut up," Seth replied, annoyed. 

     "What? Am I lying?" Dean challenged. "Keep going...we're just dying to know what happened," he purred, leaning into Renee and running his hand up the inside of her leg. "Aren't we, babe?"

     Renee giggled and then gasped as the tickling from Dean's fingers moved closer to the nexus of her thighs. "You're so bad," she teased back, slapping him lightly on the chest. 

     "Oh, you don't know the half of it, sweetheart," he added, lip pulling up into a snarl as he moved in and kissed her hard, his wandering hand finally reaching its goal. He cupped her pussy and squeezed, pressing his palm insistently into her. The ensuing moan that came from her was enough to cause Seth to swerve slightly, his eyes unable to focus on two things at once.
      Seth swallowed hard, his throat suddenly bone-dry. "Uhh....yeah. So anyway, we get into the room, and since Jimmy and this kid are already rooming together, they're like, 'come hang out later', and gave us their room number. Me and Marek are fucking starving by that time, so we take off to try to find something to eat. And of course, there's nothing at all nearby, and we've got about twenty bucks between the two of us, so a cab is not really an option. We end up coming back to the motel and raiding the vending machine. So later, after we eat like ten bags of chips each, we show up at Jimmy's room, and he and this kid are in the middle of playing Monopoly."
     "Oh my god...seriously? Monopoly? I can't picture Jimmy Jacobs playing Monopoly, ever, much less bringing it to another country to play it," Renee interjected, turning her head away from Dean, who busied himself by kissing and licking her neck and earlobe, making goosebumps raise up on her sensitive skin as his fingers began to trace circles around her clit through her tights. She suppressed another moan, not wanting to further distract Seth from what he was doing.
     "Yeah, that's Jacobs for ya...he actually brought it with him...fuckin' nerd. And y'know, at this time, he's got this huge chip on his shoulder about being this great Monopoly master. Says he hasn't lost a game in like, four years or some shit. And this kid, Cam, is losing big time. So Jimmy, being Jimmy, is bragging and gloating about it and basically being a huge dick."

     "Which you also love," Dean taunted, catching Seth's gaze in the rearview. He stuck out his tongue and winked playfully before turning his attention back to the writhing blonde next to him. Seth snarled and once again focused on the road, trying to maintain his train of thought.

     "Anyway, Jacobs is running his mouth, so we each grab a beer and kick back on the bed while they play. And Cam, well, he's getting pissed, because Jimmy is just being a colossal douche on purpose and talking shit about how his 'streak will remain unbroken'...like he had already won or something.
     So after a while, Marek and I are still fuckin' hungry, and we ask Cam if there's anyplace nearby to get something to eat. And all of a sudden, he goes, 'Oh, that reminds me,' and digs through his suitcase and pulls out these huge, amazing-looking brownies. I mean, these things are enormous, and they're like, individually wrapped and everything, and of course we were already starving, so we were like, 'Fuck yeah we want brownies, hook us up', and he hands them out to us and we fucking lay into those things like it was our last meal."

     "Brownies, huh? Those are so not paleo," Dean quipped.
      Seth rolled his eyes. "Hey, it was a long time ago. I wasn't always as careful about what I put in my body as I am now."

     Renee grasped Dean by the chin and turned his face toward her just as he was about to respond, kissing him before he could crack any more jokes at Seth's expense. He quickly gave up on that idea when she scratched lightly down over his pecs, her nails dragging across his small, pert nipples as she held him captive with her mouth.

     "Anyway, so as me, Marek, and Jimmy are inhaling these brownies, Cam is just sitting there drinking his beer, and I swear I can see him laughing to himself, but I don't say anything. Then we just hung out for a while, not really doing anything except watching them play and laughing at Jimmy being a cocky shithead. I mean, he was laying it on pretty thick with this kid, and the next thing we know, Cam stands up and pulls out a hundred dollar bill from his pocket and slams it on top of the Monopoly board and goes, 'Well, if you're so sure you're gonna beat me, why don't we make it interesting? A hundred bucks says I beat you...how about that?'
     Now, Jimmy knows he doesn't have a hundred bucks, but he figures it's pretty much a done deal, so he's like, 'Well, I'd like to take that bet, but I don't have that kind of money.' And right away, Cam is like, 'No problem, how about if you win, you get the $100, and if I win, you have to blow me. Here, in this room, in front of your buddies and everything.'
     And then, Jimmy stands up like he's gonna level this kid...and you know Jacobs, he can be kind of scary even though he's wearing pink nail polish and a shiny purple shirt that's half unbuttoned, with a big-ass girly necklace...so he looks at this kid and he's like, 'Pssh, you think that's some kind of threat? I ain't scared, motherfucker, because number one, these guys have already seen me do way more embarrassing shit than that, and number two, I'm not going to lose anyway.'
    So he and Cam shake on it, and as Jimmy pulls his hand back he sorta looks at it like it's some kind of alien instead of his hand, and says, 'Whoa, I feel all fuzzy' and sits back down again. Then, for some reason, I just remember looking at him when he said that and thinking, 'Huh...I feel kinda fuzzy too...it was like I could feel this low-level vibration throughout my whole body. I remember looking over at Marek, and I could tell by the look on his face that he was thinking the exact same thing. He looks at me, and we both just bust out laughing...like, crazy, almost-piss-yourself kind of laughter...and Cam goes, 'Well, you probably didn't need to eat the whole brownie all at once. Those things are pretty strong. One of those should have lasted you the whole weekend.'
     Everything got real quiet for a minute, partly because none of us knew how to react, and partly because we were just starting to realize how fucking high we were. At that time, I had only smoked pot once or twice...and had never actually eaten it, so I had absolutely no idea what to expect."

     "Wait...a 15 year old kid dosed you all with pot brownies and then tried to get Jimmy to suck his dick?" Renee asked incredulously.

     "Well no, he wasn't actually 15. He was legal."

     "Barely legal," Dean added, his fingers pressing more firmly between Renee's thighs as he nuzzled her neck. She squirmed and held in a moan, grabbing onto his wrist but not stopping him.

     "Look, do you want to hear the rest of this or not?" Seth said impatiently, his frustration starting to get the better of him. He shifted around uncomfortably in the front seat, trying to make room in his now breathtakingly-tight pants for his rock hard dick, but it was no use. He discreetly unzipped and gave himself some air as he waited for a reply.

     "YES! DON'T STOP!!" Dean and Renee both answered in unison, their exaggeratedly sexual voices dissolving into laughter.

    
    
  

Backseat Driver- Chapter 3

     "Don't mind him, babe," Dean said dismissively, side-eyeing Seth as he did so. "His mouth is gonna get him in trouble one of these days if he doesn't learn to keep it closed." He looked down at his hands clasped around Renee's, then drew his eyes up slowly past her cleavage and up to her face, unsure of what her reaction was going to be. 

     "Sounds to me like his mouth isn't the one you should be worried about, babe," she replied, smiling slyly. She dragged a finger down over his lips, parting them and sliding the digit in over his tongue. "Because now you've got me curious about exactly where this pretty little mouth has been." 

     Dean pulled back, the finger popping out as he tried desperately to think of what to say in response. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and glanced up to the rearview mirror, catching Seth's eyes looking back at him with great amusement. 

     "Yeah, Dean, tell her," Seth goaded, secretly thankful that the sexual tension was being alleviated somewhat by his friend's rising panic. "I'm sure she'd looooove to know." He grinned smugly as he returned Dean's glare.

     Just as Dean leaned forward to smack Seth again, Renee grabbed his arm and pulled him over to her, slipping his hand between her legs and up under her skirt. She kissed him hungrily, then turned his head and whispered into his ear, "You know, I won't be mad if you tell me. In fact, just the thought of it is getting me really hot. Can you feel it? I'm getting wet already."

     Dean let out a groan as his fingers slid up her inner thigh and traced the crease of her pussy, which was radiating waves of heat even through her panties and tights. She egged him on by moving her hips toward his hand, pressing it more firmly against her. "Fuck, you're evil," he growled, dropping his head down and nuzzling his face into her chest, nipping longingly at her breasts through her blouse. "You better watch out, or you're gonna get fucked hard right here in this back seat."

     "Mmmm, that depends on how good your story is," she responded, lifting her leg and digging the high heel of her boot into his thigh. She sat back against the car door with her legs slightly parted and looked at him expectantly. "So let's hear it."

     Dean's gaze traveled up her legs and he squeaked out a small gasp as he caught a glimpse of white panties underneath the black patterned hose. His dick surged suddenly and he grabbed at his jeans to keep them from pinching his expanding hard-on. 

     Once he had adjusted himself, he took a deep breath and nervously said, "Look, I dunno what you're looking to hear, but...I guess I did what everybody does...y'know, experimenting and all that shit. People go through phases," he explained, suddenly at an unusual loss for words. "It.....it wasn't even really that bad...I mean, this fuckin' slut right here has done waaayyyy more weird shit than I have," he said, nodding in Seth's direction in the hopes of shifting the attention away from himself. 

     Seth's mouth dropped open and he scoffed loudly in surprise, shouting, "YOU. SHUT. UP!!" in shocked disgust. "Don't drag me into this!"

     "Why don't you tell her about the time you let Jimmy Jacobs suck you off in front of like, five other guys, huh? I love that story," Dean shot back, staring daggers into the rearview and smirking.

     "IT WASN'T FIVE!! ......it was only three, and that's including me," Seth blurted out before he could stop from defending himself.

     "Haaaa.....told ya," Dean retorted, a self-satisfied sneer on his face. "Fuckin' mouth got you in trouble, didn't it? Now you have to tell her. It's the rules."

     "What rules?" Seth asked, exasperated. "You're an idiot."

     "Please, tell me," Renee spoke up, her voice slicing through the discord. She leaned forward until Seth's blonde hair was tickling her cheek and whispered, "I swear I won't tell a soul. As far as I'm concerned, anything that happens inside of this car just between us. And also, remember, this car has tinted windows."

     "Oooohhhh yeah...I forgot," he said, biting his lip. "But still...why should I spill my guts to you and embarrass myself even more? I mean...what's in it for me?" he inquired, turning his face slightly toward hers and glancing down at her lips as he spoke. 

     Dean saw it and pulled back on Renee's arm, shifting her back into the seat. "Let me handle this," he said, leaning in close to the dark-haired man's ear. He made eye contact with Renee and winked, then silently mouthed, "Watch."

     He flicked out his tongue and licked a long stripe up the side of Seth's muscular neck, pausing at the top to capture his earlobe between his teeth and draw it into his mouth, sucking lazily. He glanced over at the blonde watching and saw her gasp and moan quietly, her hands quickly moving up to cover her shocked expression. 

     "Sethie, you know damn well what's in it for you," Dean purred into his ear, smirking when the other started to tremble. "If you do a real good job telling this story, you just might get to see something you've been dying to watch for a long time."

     "Well...that could be a couple of things," Seth answered hesitantly, still unsure of where this was going. "I think if I have to sit up here and tell you guys this story, somebody should be nice enough to help me out with this," he said, palming the insistent bulge in his pants. "It's only fair, seeing as how it's your fault."

     Dean chuckled and looked back at Renee, who was nodding and biting her knuckle in rapt anticipation. "Yeah, I suppose," he acquiesced, bringing his arm around Seth's body between the front seats and giving his cock a couple of firm gropes through the taut material of his jeans. "But you better do a real good job telling it, or else no dick love for you. Understand?"

     Seth shivered again, nodding his head in agreement. "Okay...so where do you want me to start?"

     "Wait, I'm the journalist here, let me ask the questions," Renee said eagerly. "Why don't you start by telling us the circumstances that led to you getting a public blowjob from....did you say Jimmy Jacobs?  As in, like, ROH Jimmy Jacobs??"

     "Yeah, you know Jimmy, right? Likes makeup, nail polish, wearing skirts..." Dean replied, counting off the list on his fingers.

     "Of course I do," she said, still a bit shell-shocked from the unexpected truth bomb. "I mean, I don't know him, but I know who he is."

     "Yeah, well, he and Slut Boy here go way back," Dean continued, settling in at Renee's side and putting his hand back on her thigh. "All the way back to their gay porn days, right, Sethie?" he antagonized, thoroughly enjoying putting him on the spot.

     "Uuuuuggghhh...how many times do I have to tell you, it was NOT gay porn!!" Seth snarled, an edge of annoyance in his voice. "God, you're such a fucking dick."

     "You love my fucking dick," Dean fired back, adding, "and I dunno about you, but as far as I'm concerned, a fucking horny twink orgy definitely qualifies as gay porn."

     "Noooo, it doesn't, because they didn't film that part, asshole," Seth replied indignantly.

     "Well, if it wasn't gay porn, what was it then?" Dean asked, eyebrows raised as he waited for a better answer. 

     "It was just....guys....blowing off steam..." Seth trailed off awkwardly, his cheeks flushing. "Look, do you want to hear this story, or what?" 

     "You were blowing something, alright," Dean quipped, grinning as Renee shoved him and broke into giggles. "Fine, go ahead, tell it....and make it sexy. I've got some important business to take care of back here, so, y'know....don't go too fast."

     

     

Backseat Driver- Chapter 2

     Once they were on the highway, Seth locked in the cruise control and began to get comfortable. He slipped off his shoes and threw them into the front passenger seat, giving a quick glance back and adding, "Don't worry, I don't stink...I took a shower this morning," to reassure Renee that he wouldn't be offensive to any of her senses. 

     Renee smiled and replied, "Oh, believe me, I'm well aware of how good you smell...it's all I ever hear about from the Divas backstage. I don't know what kind of cologne you wear, but that shit is like catnip for horny women." 

     Seth chuckled as he removed his hat and stuffed it between the dashboard and the windshield, then he suddenly sat back and looked at her in the mirror, his eyes widening as her comment finally sunk in. "Wait, what? Catnip? Who's horny??" he asked, so many questions popping into his head all at once. "Who is it? Please, tell me," he urged, eyebrows raised expectantly.

     "You mean besides you?" Dean interjected, unable to resist the easy jab at his friend. "Jeez, man, calm the fuck down. Like it even matters anyway...you're taken, remember? No other woman will ever be allowed to touch your dick ever again," he said, emphasizing the last two words to really rub it in. "It's a good thing you found Ms. Right so early on, because now you don't have to worry about getting it on with any other members of the opposite sex for the rest of your entire life." He grinned smugly as Seth shot him a perturbed look. "What? It's true. I guess now you're gonna have to settle for watching other people get some," Dean ribbed, placing his hand on Renee's knee and sliding it up her nylon-covered thigh, digging in with the tips of his fingers until she yelped and smacked him away.

     "And just what makes you think you're going to be getting some, exactly?" she inquired, rubbing at the spot he had just squeezed. "I'm not some blonde fuck doll, you know. If you want to get any of this, there's a certain protocol that must be followed."

     "Oooh, protocol," Dean remarked, leaning in closer. "I love your big words, baby," he purred as he ran a lock of her long hair through his fingers.

     "Mmmm, thanks. And I love your big...smile," she replied, her eyes flicking up from Dean's crotch to look him in the eye. She reached up and ran her finger down his scruffy cheek, tracing the deep indent of his dimple. 

     "Yeah, it is big, isn't it? And just think, you haven't even seen just how big it can get yet," Dean answered cockily, leaning all the way over and capturing her lips in a heated kiss. 

     Seth scoffed and ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head. "Oh my God...do you ever listen to yourself?" He said in exasperation, trying to make eye contact with Dean in the rearview, but instead he saw the pair of mouths happily exploring one another, Renee's teeth flashing briefly as she bit Dean's bottom lip and held it until he let out a plaintive whine. She ran both hands up the sides of his face and into his auburn curls, then pulled his head back as she let go, her tongue swiping across her upper lip seductively. 

     She looked into Dean's dazed blue eyes and addressed Seth's inquiry. "He doesn't need to listen to himself...he's pretty." 

     Dean's body seemed to melt into her hands as he stared at her angelic face, so sweet and yet still capable of the filthiest sailor talk imaginable. Dean's heart fluttered a little at the thought of what she might say in certain unbridled moments. A chill ran through him and went directly to his dick, giving him an instant hard-on, and he twitched and groaned like he had been hit with an electrical shock. She saw it and instinctively knew, her hand running up to the top of his head and affectionately brushing his unruly hair out of his face. "Good boy," she mouthed silently, one side of her pink mouth curling up.

     "Pffftttt, if you think he shouldn't have to listen to himself, then I should be able to ignore everyone," Seth said haughtily, admiring his reflection in the mirror. "I'm way prettier than him." 

     Dean and Renee both stifled giggles as she leaned forward and put a hand on Seth's shoulder. "I know you are, honey...and you're absolutely right...you definitely shouldn't listen to yourself."

     Seth jumped nervously when he felt her touch on his shoulder, and as she spoke, he was too distracted by the creeping sensation worming its way through his guts to focus on what she was saying. He swallowed hard and looked down at her petite hand, manicured fingernails gripping ever so slightly into his deltoid. "Heh, yeah," he agreed weakly, his voice higher than usual. He hoped that his momentary amnesia would go unnoticed, but the resulting peals of laughter from the back confirmed it had not. He grumbled and blushed, silently cursing himself for being so easily excitable. "You guys are dicks...fuckin' perfect for each other," he griped, shifting his attention to selecting some music on the stereo. 

     Renee and Dean continued laughing for a few more moments, until their hands moved together between them, fingers intertwining. Dean looked up at her and said earnestly, "Yeah, we are. Couple of dicks, for sure."

     "Oh, totally. Big, fat dicks," she continued, eyes traveling back down to his now significantly more prominent bulge. She bit her lip as she fought off the urge to unwrap his cock like a denim-wrapped birthday present, and instead squeezed his hand to drive the point home.

     Dean moved their clasped hands into his lap, centering her palm on top of his dick, and squeezed her hand with his, pressing it hard against his pulsing erection. Her mouth opened as she got a good feel of his girthy piece, and he watched her with libidinous interest. "Mmhmmm.....big, fucking HARD di-"

     Just then, Seth cranked the music up to near-deafening levels, trying to drown out his friend's unbearably lame come-ons. The heavy, guitar-laden metal blared over the speakers, crackling menacingly as it threatened to blow them out. Dean lunged between the front seats and poked frantically at buttons on the console until the volume receded, then smacked Seth on the chest and pinched his nipple hard, growling, "Uuuuggghhh, I cannot deal with this fucking emo rock shit you listen to. Lemme find some adult music, for fuck's sake." He squinted as he scrolled through the options, finally settling on something more appropriate. He sat back just as the song began, miming along with the first few guitar chords, then turned to the smirking blonde beside him and broke into song, his voice adorably scratchy and off-key.

     "In the still of the night, I hear the wolf howl honey, sniffin' around your door...in the still of the night I feel my heart feelin' heavy, tellin' me I gotta have moooooore," he yowled, giving her his best David Coverdale hair-metal pout. She giggled and as the guitars crashed in again, they headbanged in unison, devil horns emphatically thrust skyward. 

     Seth groaned and shouted, "I hate you guys...almost as much as I hate Whitesnake!" over the cacophony, but it was barely audible. Dean's keen ear caught it though, and he leaned between the seats again, blocking Renee's view, and grabbed Seth's package, outlining his hardness with his fingers and stating, "Mmm, no you don't" matter-of-factly before sitting back and acting as though nothing had happened. Seth's cheeks turned a ruddy shade of pink and he gripped the wheel tightly with both hands, jaw clenching as he tried to breathe normally.

     Renee couldn't help but crack up at Dean's antics, and Seth was such a natural foil for him that she just couldn't get enough of their seemingly endless mutual teasing. It was so oddly intimate at times that it almost seemed sexual, but she certainly wasn't going to complain. "So, are you trying to tell me I should be prepared to defend myself when you turn into a wolf or something?" she asked, recalling the song lyrics, subtly baiting him.

     "Nope," he answered bluntly, turning sideways in the back seat to face her. He lowered his head to her chest and inhaled her scent, sniffing her like a dog up the side of her neck and lapping at her earlobe playfully. "I'm pure-blooded American Pussy Hound, baby...nothin' to worry about. I'm just a cute little puppy who likes to lick things." He growled and bit her neck, making her squeal loudly and smack him on the thigh again. "Especially when they smell as good as you do," he continued, nuzzling her hair.

     Seth was already watching again in the rearview, eyes following Dean's hands as they moved up to cup her breasts, his thumb brushing across her nipple as she visibly shivered. His dark eyes rolled upward and he blinked a few times, feeling a bit dizzy. He started to question whether encouraging Dean to fool around with Renee while he drove was such a good idea, as the combined sexual energy permeating the cabin was enough to have him uncomfortably aroused, even as he actively tried to focus on driving. 

     "Oh, please...Pussy Hound? Seriously?" Seth made an unintelligible sound of disgust, banging his hand on the steering wheel in an attempt to slow Dean's roll. "Renee...you have to tell me, please....does that shit actually work on women? I mean...fuck, I'm objectively better looking than this fucker, and yet if I talked to girls that way, I'd get my face slapped clean the fuck off. So what is it about this pussy dog that is so damn appealing, anyway?"

     "Pussy Hound," Dean corrected. "And the only reason you'd get your face slapped off is because it's just so perfectly slappable, you little shit." He leaned up and slapped Seth from behind, then dodged an attempt to hit him back. 

     "You're stupid. And that's a stupid name, either way," Seth remarked as he rubbed his cheek.

     "Psshhh. I'd rather be an American Pussy Hound than an Armenian Dick-Licker," Dean quipped, earning him a riotous cackle from Renee and a celebratory high-five. 

     Seth groaned again and leaned over the wheel, resting his chin on his hands as he steered. "Yeah, well, if that's the case, then you're not a pure blood because you're part Dick-Licker too, you asshole," he said defensively. 

     Dean's eyes flew open and he jumped up and cuffed the back of Seth's head, causing the car to swerve suddenly. "Shut UP," he hissed, trying to silence him. "Just fucking drive, dick. I'll deal with you later," he added before finally settling back in beside Renee and clutching her hand once more. 

     

I Shot the Sheriff

     It was the fourth day of filming for Dean, and he was already exhausted. He had no idea how grueling it would be to have to shoot the same scenes over and over again, repeating the same lines and trying to do everything that the director asked of him. It was so different than the type of off-the-cuff dialogue he was used to spouting at a moment's notice, but as he walked back to his trailer during a break, he felt somewhat relieved to be able to just be himself, even if only for a short while. 

     Dean flung the door open and crumpled onto the carpeted floor, sprawling out and exhaling a big sigh. The air-conditioning was on full blast, and the cold air felt so good in comparison to the oppressive heat outside. He rolled over onto his back and began to unbutton the shirt of the police uniform he was wearing, then flipped it open, exposing his bare chest. "Ahh yeah, that's fucking good," he said aloud to no one in particular, his finger tracing a wet line down through the sweat that had collected between his pecs.

     "Sure is," said a voice that was clearly in the trailer with him. Dean knew who the voice belonged to without even having to look, but that knowledge did nothing to put him at ease. He opened his eyes in time to see Seth moving over him, a cold smile on his face as he crouched down to get closer. 

     "Wha- what the hell- how did you-" Dean started to ask, but before he could get the words out, Seth was on top of him, grabbing his hands and pulling them up over his head. He felt cold metal against his wrists and then the metallic ratcheting sound of handcuffs tightening, and then suddenly Seth sprung back up onto his feet. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Dean asked, looking up to see that he was now handcuffed around the leg of the table, which was bolted to the floor. 

     Seth laughed, a dry chuckle tinged with bitterness that sent a chill up Dean's spine. "What am I doing? What am I doing??" he spat, his thin voice becoming raspier as his emotions ramped up. He kicked Dean in the ribs as he stood over him, glaring down at his captive prey. "I'm here to get what I've got coming to me. What I deserve," he answered, his eyes traveling from Dean's face to his naked chest. "And this time, you're not gonna stop me."

     "Oh yeah?" Dean replied, voice strained from the impact to his side. "Well I can't exactly kick your ass again if I'm handcuffed, you idiot. I mean, that's what you truly deserve, isn't it?" He grinned, obviously proud of his quick wit. 

     Seth's eyes glinted menacingly as his lips pulled into a tight smirk. He crouched down again and slapped Dean across the face, leaving a pink handprint blooming in its wake. "God, I'm so sick of your fucking mouth. It's about time somebody did this to you...and frankly, I'm tired of waiting for just the right time," he said, running his index finger down the other's chest and hooking it in the front of his uniform pants. He popped the button and unzipped him, his smile growing as Dean began to struggle against the restraints. "Go ahead...waste all your energy trying to escape. It'll just make it easier for me."

     "Make WHAT easier?!" Dean responded, blue eyes going wide and panic rising up into his throat as he pulled against the table leg, cuffs digging into his wrists. "What the hell are you planning on doing, you fucker? Let me go!" He kicked at his assailant, trying to lock him between his legs, but Seth easily dodged his attempts. 

     "Funny you should call me a fucker, because that's exactly why I'm here," the dark-haired man replied, climbing astride him and sitting on top of his thighs, pinning him down. Fingers gripped at the other man's pants and yanked on them, pulling them down along with his underwear. "This is what happens when you refuse to let me top and then leave me hanging while you go off to be a movie star," he explained, moving back as he continued to pull Dean's pants down and off his legs. Once he had them removed completely, he sat back down on top of the blonde's crotch, making sure to press his ass firmly against it. "Now I'm just gonna take what I want, since you can't do anything about it."

     Dean scoffed, still not taking him seriously. "If you wanted my dick that bad, you could've just told me, you fucking slut." He pushed his hips up to emphasize his point, his cock starting to harden from the friction. "I would've given it to you, no problem."

     Seth let go with another, harder slap, this time hitting Dean on the opposite cheek. "Shut up...just SHUT. UP." he ordered, voice raising in anger and frustration. His hands were shaking as he began to undo his own pants, and when he looked back up, he noticed that Dean was bleeding from the mouth. "Aww, did the poor baby bite his tongue? he asked sarcastically.

     Dean turned his head and hocked a glob of bloody spit, then smiled, his teeth streaked with red. "What, you think a little blood is gonna scare me? Come on, I thought you knew me better than that."

     Seth suddenly stopped his actions and answered, "Yeah...I thought I knew you pretty well. I thought our relationship was based on a mutual give-and-take thing...but apparently it's more of a you-always-give-and-I-always-take kind of arrangement. And to be honest, I'm not okay with that. So I'm here to get what's owed to me, and you can either lay there and like it, or lay there and hate it. But either way, you're gonna lay there and take it, understand?" he growled, pulling out his dick and moving forward on his knees. 

     "Open that mouth and keep it open. Lemme see that bloody tongue," he commanded, gripping Dean on either side of his mouth, squeezing until the other's lips parted, then jammed two fingers into the open orifice. Instantly, Dean bit down on them, his incisors puncturing the skin and causing Seth to yelp in pain. Instead of pulling back, he forced his fingers in further, hitting Dean's gag reflex and making him retch involuntarily. "You seem to forget just how much pain I can withstand, Ambrose. You think I can't handle a little love bite? Puh-lease."

     Seth finally pulled his hand away and lapped at the blood that was now trickling down the backs of his knuckles. "Fuck you," Dean growled, then cleared his throat and launched another gob of stringy spittle directly onto Seth's shirt. "You think you're really gonna be able to get away with this? Do you have any idea how many people are gonna come looking for me if I don't show back up on set soon? 

     Another dry laugh came from Seth as he stripped off his t-shirt and began balling it up into a wad. "Do you have any idea how hard I'm gonna be laughing when they bust in here and find you like this? Oh, that's right, you won't know because I'll be long gone by then. Guess you'll have to explain what happened yourself, won't you?" he said with an evil grin, then suddenly stuffed his t-shirt into Dean's open mouth, effectively silencing him. 

     Dean's eyes were wide with fear as the realization of his current situation washed over him. It was pretty clear to him what Seth intended to do, and now that he was gagged and bound, there was little Dean was going to be able to do to stop it. He yelled and screamed, but his efforts were stifled by the cotton that filled his mouth. He tried again to break free from the cuffs, but all it did was cause them to cut into the delicate skin of his wrists, angry red welts raising up as he struggled. 

     "You're so fucking pathetic," Seth commented as he observed, sliding his blood-covered hand slowly up and down the length of his hard cock. "You've been doing this shit to me on the regular for the last two years, and never once did you give a shit whether I wanted it or not. And now that I've come to turn the tables, you act like a scared little bitch at the thought of having to take my place. Well, forgive me if I'm not all that sympathetic, but you've had this coming for a while, and now you're gonna see exactly what you put me through. Every bit of it," he chided, working his way closer and smacking Dean's face all over with his dick, leaving bloody splat marks to stake his claim. He sat back and grinned at his handiwork, purposely avoiding the other's gaze. "I'm gonna enjoy this," he added, swiping up some of the blood from his hand onto his fingertip and using it to write the word "BITCH" in bright red letters on Dean's forehead.

     As the finger traced something unknown on his face, Dean fussed even more, tossing his head from side to side to try to escape it, but it was of no use. He stared daggers at the two-toned man, daring him to lock eyes, but he wouldn't give in. He began to wonder how long he had until someone would come looking for him, but he certainly didn't want to be discovered in this predicament. His only hope at that point was to try to appease Seth in the hopes that he might release him before disappearing. 

     Seth reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small bottle of lube, the smug grin still on his face. He hopped back, grabbed Dean behind the knees and hoisted his legs up, centering himself between them. "Well well well, what do we have here?" he questioned as he stared down at Dean's undeniable erection. "Looks like somebody likes this a little more than he's letting on." His eyes traveled up and finally met with the other's, noticing that the opposing gaze was a bit softer than before. "Oh, of course you're ok with it now that you don't have a choice. Typical," he griped, squirting the slippery liquid onto his fingers. 

     Many conflicting thoughts raced through Dean's mind as he waited for the inevitable. He wondered if it was going to hurt- if Seth was going to tear him up just like Dean had done to him so many times in the past, but when he felt fingers pressing insistently at his entrance, he noticed that Seth was being careful to spread the lube evenly, only allowing his fingers to probe at the sticky hole once it was completely slick. Somehow this small act of kindness put Dean slightly more at ease, and he decided then that if this was going to happen, he was going to try to experience things from the other's point of view as much as possible. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back and rest on the floor, his body going slack. He couldn't talk, but his body language communicated his compliance.

     "Good boy. What a good little bitch you are," Seth cooed as he sank his fingers firmly into Dean's backside, testing its grip. "Ooh, God, you're so tight. That's gonna feel fucking incredible squeezing around my dick," he groaned, watching Dean break into a sweat. "I think I'm gonna find out right now."

     Gripping his rod, Seth rubbed the head of his cock up and down the blonde's crack a few times and then pushed in hard, expecting Dean to resist being penetrated. Instead, he found himself plunging in up to the hilt, the intense heat overwhelming him. Dean cried out from behind the impromptu gag, his muffled moans humiliatingly quiet through the dampening material. He looked up and saw Seth, sweat dripping down his face as he struggled to contain himself. "Fuck, I should have done this a long time ago," he said as he pulled out halfway and slammed in again, harder this time. 

     Dean's head was spinning, the forcible entry terrifying and exciting him at the the same time. He remembered all the times he had told Seth to just relax and take it, and tried to take his own advice. He let out a deep breath, willing himself to loosen up, but his virgin ass was unaccustomed to such treatment. Seth's cock felt like it was twice as big as he knew it to be as it slid in and out, slowly at first, then increasing in speed. The heat seemed to spread rapidly throughout his body, leaving him panting and sweating profusely. His head fell back and hit the floor again, banging off the hard surface as he squeezed his eyes shut in concentration. 

     Seth saw it and smiled. "You little fucking slut...you like this, don't you?" He pushed Dean's knees up to his chest and held them there, giving him several more hard thrusts. Dean moaned loudly, but that was about all he could do with the gag in his mouth. "Alright, fine," Seth replied begrudgingly, yanking the shirt out and throwing it somewhere behind him. "Now, tell me. You know what I want to hear."

     Dean attempted to speak, his mouth bone-dry from the gag. "Y- yeah....God I fucking hate you," he rasped, licking his lips in an attempt to get some moisture going again. 

     "Wrong answer, bitch," Seth snarled, altering his position just enough to hit deeper. He leaned his weight against the back of Dean's thighs and began to fuck him relentlessly, ignoring the pleas and cries coming from his captive slut. Before long he was moaning along with Dean, eyes closed as waves of tingling pleasure rolled through him. "That's okay though," he huffed, "I kinda like you feisty. C'mon, tighten that ass up. I want you to wring the cum out of this dick with that fucking hole." He pulled his arm back and delivered a hard smack to the blonde's ass cheek, following it up with a gripping squeeze to the taut flesh.

     Predictably, Dean hollered and squirmed, his hot tunnel clenching the invading member as his moans turned from tortured to unbelievably turned on. He wondered if Seth was going to let him come or not and immediately began pleading for him to do something with his dripping hard-on. "Fine, I'll squeeze the fuck out of your cock, but you gotta help me out here," he groaned, looking down at himself. "Please?"

     Seth slowed his thrusting for a moment, running a hand through his sweaty hair and assessing the twitching unit in front of him. "Aww, what's the matter, bitch? You can't come from just getting fucked? What's wrong with you?" He answered coldly. "Man, you're a terrible bottom. You need lots of practice to ever hold a candle to me, you know that?" He landed another smack to Dean's ass, reigniting his struggle, then spread his legs further apart, still keeping them pressed back against his chest. "You don't fucking deserve to come, not by a longshot...but I really want to dump my load into you while you're screaming and crying and convulsing around me, so it's your lucky day."

     He reached down and slapped Dean's overexcited dick hard with an open palm, resuming his thrusting. "Come on, you better hurry up, I'm really fucking close," Seth grunted, slapping it again and again, the force making it bounce off Dean's stomach each time. In response, Dean whined and moaned, lifting his hips to try to gain more sustained contact, but Seth kept up with the quick, hard slaps, refusing to give him what he wanted. "Come ON, Ambrose, let it go....NOW!!" he shouted suddenly, driving himself in as far as he could go and holding it there, delivering a series of smacks to the other's reddening cock.

     Right on cue, Dean let out a piercing "FUUUCCKKKK" and exploded, his orgasm forcefully ripping through his body as his cock released a copious amount of sticky cream all over his stomach. Seth watched in awe as he continued to pump, feeling all the sensation welling up within him as Dean's contracting hole began to milk him deliciously."Yeaahhhh, that's it....fuck, I'm gonna unload so fucking hard...oh God-" he keened, his words trailing off as he went over the edge. He closed his eyes and shot off, draining himself of all the tension that had been building up since Dean had left and filling the writhing channel with his hot load. 

     Once they were both depleted, Seth dropped Dean's legs and leaned forward, resting his head on the reddish thatch of chest hair as he caught his breath. Dean was also busy trying to get his wind back, but a small smile flashed across his mouth when he noticed. He would have embraced the younger man, but he still had no use of his arms. "Uh, hey...you wouldn't want to, say....unlock these before you ninja vanish again, would you?" Dean tried to ask nicely, eyebrows raised in a subtle plea for mercy.

     Seth lifted his head up, a menacing grin stretching across his face. "Oh, come on, I'm not going to make it that easy for you. I mean, sure, I guess I don't want you to get kicked off the set of your own movie for being a pervert, but I also don't want to go too easy on you. After all, you don't go easy on me, do you?" He stood up and wiped himself off with his own bloody t-shirt, then zipped back up and laid the shirt out neatly over Dean's chest. He dug into his jeans pocket and fished out a set of small keys, jingling them over Dean's prone body as he chuckled unapologetically. "Here you go...have fun unlocking yourself, officer," he said, letting them drop onto Dean's chest on top of the soiled shirt. "Not so un-fuck-with-able now, are you?" He taunted, reading the slogan that now covered his ravaged fuck toy.

     Dean sighed wearily, eyes closing as he tried to think of a retort. When he opened them again, Seth was gone, the door of the trailer ever-so-slightly ajar. For a second he thought about yelling for help, but quickly realized that was a stupid idea. He looked down at the keys that were tantalizingly close, yet oh so far away, and frowned. "That's my Sethie," he mumbled adoringly as he began the arduous process of trying to somehow reach them. "I taught that little fucker really well."

     

Magic Man

     It was around 9:00 pm when Dean got the call he had been waiting for. He was at the hotel bar having a pre-game beer when the muffled strains of "Big Poppa" started to play from somewhere within his leather jacket. He immediately patted himself down, found it in the inside pocket and pulled it out. On the screen was the contact picture Dean had set for Roman, an adorably rumpled post-sex snapshot of the Samoan naked in bed, taken surreptitiously by Dean when he was dozing off, unaware. Dean grinned broadly and answered. "Heyyy, Daddy. Been keeping me on the hook on purpose again, or what?"

     "Hey, sorry...I've been up here in the room trying to loosen up my back, but it's still killing me. Not trying to be a whiner or anything, but I think at this point, if given the choice between standing up and drinking and laying down and drinking, I'd rather be laying down. Preferably watching Masterchef in my underwear with a few beers within arm's reach," Roman explained. He sounded tired (and probably grumpy, Dean thought to himself).

     "Oh...ok," Dean replied, crestfallen. "Well...want company up there or somethin'? You were my only plans for tonight, so...turns out I'm free now," he joked awkwardly, trying to turn it around. "Besides, maybe I can fix it. I got magic fingers, y'know," he offered, his tone hopeful.

     Roman chuckled on the other end of the line, then sighed. "Magic fingers, eh? You're killing me here, Ambrose. Fine...get you and your cute ass up here. And bring beers, 'cause I don't have any."

     "Yeah yeah yeah, no problem," Dean agreed enthusiastically. "You stay there, and let me come to you."

     "Trust me, I'm not moving if I don't have to," Roman answered, the exhaustion apparent in his voice. "I'll leave the door unlocked."

     Dean hung up and immediately sprung into action, downing the rest of his mostly-full beer and leaving to pick up a 12-pack from the nearest convenience store. When he came back, he made his way up to Roman's room, knocking quietly before opening the door. "Hey...hope you're decent, 'cause I'm comin' in," he announced, secretly hoping Roman wouldn't be. Instead, he walked into the room to find Roman on the floor next to the bed, flat on his back. 

     Ro looked up and smiled, even though he was obviously in pain. "Don't freak out, ok?" I got down here on purpose. Bed's too soft right now. I'm dying..." he groaned, shifting from one hip to the other.

     "Oh my god baby, nooooo," Dean exclaimed, eyes widening as he was struck with a sudden surge of empathy. He sank to his knees next to the larger man, reflexively reaching out to cradle the other's head in the crook of his elbow. "It's ok, I got you. Shhhh..." Dean whispered like a protective mother, rocking him back and forth slightly. 

     "STAAAHHHHP!" Roman made a sour face and slapped Dean away like a pesky fly, causing his lower back to spasm again. He let out a yelp at the sudden gripping pain and dropped back down onto the floor. "The fuck away from me...Jesus. You're lucky I can't jump up and beat your ass right now, you know that?"

     "What? Sorry, what do you expect me to do when I walk in on you like this? Come on, you gotta let me help you. I can help, I swear. Just gimme a chance, babe...you know I can't handle you hurting," Dean pleaded, leaning over Roman's face and brushing the hair out of his eyes. He poked out his bottom lip in a pout, knowing the Samoan wouldn't be able to resist.

     As he looked up into Dean's eyes, Roman knew he couldn't continue being mean to him, especially when he so sincerely wanted to help. "Alright, I guess you can try, but I'm telling you, it's pretty fucking bad," he said, wincing as he tried to lift his hips up off the floor. 

     "Lower back, huh?" Dean asked, thinking for a moment and then hooking his arm around Roman's. "You think you can get up onto the bed if I help you? It'd be easier for me to do what I gotta do if we're not on the floor."

     "Yeah, sure," Ro replied, allowing Dean to pull him up and lay him down on his back on the bed. Dean propped him up on some pillows and then dutifully went and retrieved a beer for him, cracking it and slipping the bottle into his hand. Roman smiled in thanks before taking a long pull off of it and swallowing. "Ahhhhh.....feeling better already," he added, his smile a bit sweeter this time.

     "Well, if you think that's good, you just wait til these magic hands are on you," Dean replied, climbing onto the bed in between Roman's legs and resting a palm on each of his thighs. He looked down to see that the fluffy white hotel robe Ro was wearing had opened when he had spread his legs, and his cock was on full display right in front of him. It twitched suddenly when he spoke again, suggestively adding, "I'm gonna fix you so good." He licked his lips, eyes glued to that thick piece of meat.

     Roman saw him staring and said, "Hey now...this is my back we're talking about, right? No getting distracted." He reached down and covered it back up, then took another swig and finished his beer. "Mind getting me another one?" He asked, holding out the empty bottle.

     "No problem," Dean answered, fetching him another. "So...got any kind of oil or anything around here?" He said, looking around the room.

     Roman pointed to his suitcase, where Dean found a bottle of baby oil and brought it over to the bed with him. "Ok, we're gonna need to get you on your stomach, so...assume the position," Dean said suggestively, smirking as he cracked his knuckles. He waited as the larger man slowly rolled over, groaning in pain. Once he was laying face-down, Dean grasped the robe at his shoulders and started to pull it down. 

     "Come on, I gotta get this off you if I'm gonna help," he encouraged, helping him get his arms out of the sleeves. He slid a hand under Roman's belly to untie the belt, and as the Samoan lifted his hips to assist, Dean felt himself becoming aroused. There was something about Roman being this vulnerable that turned him on immensely, and he found himself staring at the ass in front of him, thinking about doing unspeakable things to it. He pulled down the robe so that Roman's entire back was exposed, then straddled him lightly, careful not to put pressure on his lumbar area. 

     Dean flipped open the cap on the baby oil, surveying the broad, chiseled landscape of Roman's back as he poured a stream of oil into his palm. He realized then that he had literally never seen this side of him up close for any length of time, and he noticed many small scars crisscrossing thick shoulders, adding texture to otherwise flawless skin. Before Dean knew it, the oil had overflowed his palm and began to drip off and pool in the deep indent between the muscles of Roman's lower back. He quickly tossed the bottle aside and rubbed both hands together, trying to decide where to put his fingers to work first. 

     "Ok, I'm gonna start slow, so just try to relax," Dean said, hands spreading the oil out over the entire area, then settling on Roman's shoulders as a suitable starting point. He then began to use fairly light pressure to stroke and knead the overly tight muscles, noticing that the Samoan was having a hard time letting go. "You ok there, big man?" he asked out of concern. "Should I ease up or something?"

     Roman sighed, then turned his head to look over his shoulder. "Nah, it's not you, it's just...I don't know, it just feels really....weird being in this position. Like, I know what kind of stuff would be going through my mind if I was doing this to you, but...I'm not," he said apprehensively. "You're not gonna like, try anything back there, are you?" He smiled as he said it, but the worry was plainly evident on his face. 

     Dean paused for a moment, his heart jumping in his chest as he wondered for a split second if Roman was somehow reading his mind. "No, of course not. I promise I'm not gonna do anything that doesn't involve trying to fix your back, ok? And if I do something you don't like, just tell me...simple as that," he said, his hands moving smoothly down both sides of the other man's back to spread the oil around further. 

     "Mhmm...ok," was the reply as he tried to release his worries and just let it happen. He raised his arms over his head and hugged the pillow on which he was resting, which caused the musculature of his back to shift and his lats to spread out.

     Dean's breath hitched as he observed from above, marveling at the sheer massiveness of the other's physique. Compared to his upper body, Roman's waist was small, but his meaty, round ass more than balanced everything out. Dean found that he was very much enjoying having the chance to explore his friend's body, but he could feel himself getting hard at just the thought of doing more than simply massaging it. 

     Over the next half-hour or so, Dean worked attentively, making sure to pay extra attention to the low back area but careful not to press too hard. Once he started concentrating on a particularly sore spot, he started to hear quiet moans slipping from Ro's mouth, but these were different than the aggressive moans he would usually make during sex. These were vulnerable, pleading sounds that were not at all like the dominant alpha-male Roman that Dean had come to know, and they were hitting Dean's switch just right. He paused for a moment to adjust his rock-hard erection in his pants, and when he did he realized he had gotten oil all over the front of himself. 

     "Shit," Dean said when he realized what he had done. "I'm gettin' all greasy here. Ok if I take some of this stuff off so I don't end up having to wring the oil out of my clothes later?" he asked out of politeness.

     "Yeah, sure, whatever," Roman answered, clearly starting to give in to the procedure. His eyes were closed, and he licked his lips in concentration. 

     Dean quickly whipped off his shirt, then paused for a moment before deciding to remove his jeans as well. He climbed back onto the bed and grabbed the robe that was still concealing Ro's ass, nudging it down a little further. "So...how you feelin' so far? Want me to stop, or keep going?"

     "God, don't fucking stop," the larger man moaned, lifting up his hips to encourage Dean to remove the robe. "I need...I need you to rub further down. I can feel it, this fucking tension...it's like, way deep in there. Please..."

     Dean didn't know if he was hearing correctly or not, seeing as how it seemed like Roman had just practically begged him to rub his naked ass. He swallowed hard before replying, "N...no problem, baby," and pulling the robe off completely, his hands trembling slightly in anticipation.

     Moving back into position, Dean straddled Roman's thighs so that he would have room to work. He grabbed the bottle of oil once again and popped the cap, looking down at the roundest, most voluptuous ass he had ever seen and noticing that his painfully stiff cock was straining against the fabric of his boxer briefs. He stifled a longing groan and bit his lip as he tilted the bottle, letting a stream of oil drizzle over those majestic mounds. Entranced by the increasingly erotic sight of Roman's backside becoming slick and shiny, he kept pouring until oil was dripping off and onto the bedspread. 

     "Ah, fuck, maybe we should have put a towel down first," Dean said, watching the oil slick spreading. 

     Without a word, Roman reached out, grabbed the pillow next to him and shoved it underneath his hips, adjusting it so that it was adding support and covering the bedspread at the same time. "That better?" he asked, looking back at Dean's shocked face. "Hey...you ok back there?"

     Dean shook his head and blinked, trying to focus. "Uhhhh....uh huh. Fucking amazing," he gushed, completely appreciative of the rare opportunity in front of him. He didn't know if the gesture was purely innocent or a veiled invitation, but he certainly wasn't going to pass anything up if it became available.

     Ro grinned and asked slyly, "Yeah, I bet you're enjoying yourself, aren't you, you horny little dog? Come here, put it in my hand. Let me feel it," he ordered, bringing his arm down by his side, palm up. Dean complied, moving over and settling his rod into Roman's hand, rubbing it around a little bit as he smirked. He lowered himself down over the larger man's back until his mouth was close to his ear, growling, "I'm sorry, but you have to know how fuckin' sexy you are. You feel how fucking hard I am right now? That's all you, babe. You're....unhh...you're un-be-fucking-lievable..." he gasped, grinding against groping fingers. 

     "Mmhmm, you think I don't know that?" Ro purred, cupping Dean's balls and squeezing gently. "I hope you like rubbing this ass, because I want you to do it hard."

     "Fuck...yess...I do, and I will," Dean moaned, pulling himself away and back into his former position, this time squeezing himself into the spot created between Roman's parted legs. He exhaled sharply as he placed a hand on the back of each thigh and ran them up, circling the sloping curves of Ro's behind gently. 

     "Oh, come on, I know you can do it harder than that," Roman urged, arching his back and sticking his ass out further. 

     "Ok then, you asked for it," Dean replied, leaning his weight into firm, deep strokes. He tried to concentrate on breaking up the tension in Roman's glutes, shifting pressure from one side to the other, but soon the Samoan began to moan again, this time louder and more urgently.

     "Fuck....yeah...that's good, baby," Ro groaned, "You're so good at this." He didn't tell Dean, but beneath him, pressing tightly against the pillow, his cock was throbbing with excitement. "Keep going...don't stop."

     Dean raised an eyebrow at Ro's behavior, and he started to wonder if maybe his friend was starting to like this kind of treatment a lot more than he was letting on. He decided to test the waters by letting his thumbs dip down into Roman's ass crack as he squeezed both cheeks together, hoping it wouldn't earn him a smack in the mouth, but was pleasantly surprised when instead he was rewarded with more juicy moaning from the dark-haired man. "Sorry, but...you got a lot of oil collecting down there," he mentioned, trying to sound innocent as he ran both thumbs back up along the same path, spreading them apart and letting the firm muscles slide through his grip. As he did so he got a breathtaking view of Ro's perfect little hole, slick and maddeningly vulnerable. 

     Dean suddenly had to fight off the urge to bury himself inside that enticing orifice right then and there. The feeling of the power shift ignited Dean's arousal, and he reacted by digging fingers into cheeks with every bit of tortured effort he could muster. Ro gasped and squirmed, hips rocking back and forth as he simultaneously humped the pillow and rubbed his asshole against Dean's wandering fingers. "Yeah...that feels good. I can see why you like it when I do it to you," he confessed, blushing.

     "Oh yeah?" Dean said, a devilish smile spreading across his face. "Well, y'know, there is one more thing I can try that might help you. It's kind of a...different technique, but I'll tell ya, I was relaxed as fuck afterward when Seth tried it on me."

     Roman looked back over his shoulder, scowling. "Aww man, it's not from one of Seth's weird sex books, is it?"

     "Uhm, no...well....maybe?" Dean replied, unsure of the correct answer. "C'mon babe, have I done anything so far that you haven't liked?" He said reassuringly, circling Roman's haunches with slippery palms as he leaned in, waiting for a response.

     "Mmmm, no, not at all. So...I guess you can do whatever. Just promise me one thing, ok? Keep your dick out of my ass. That's my one rule," Ro said, trying to sound authoritative, but feeling a little helpless at the same time. 

     "Oh...I can do that," Dean answered, actually relieved to have some kind of boundaries set for him. He did take note that Roman didn't say to keep everything out, however. "I'm gonna need some more oil first though."

     "That's right baby, get it nice and wet," Ro encouraged, shifting slightly so that his ass was perched atop the pillow, legs spread wider apart. 

     Dean poured the oil in a stream down the center line, using his fingers to scoop up the excess that started to run down onto Roman's balls. He took the opportunity to massage them as well, rolling them back and forth in his palm. This drew deep, pleasured moans from the dark-haired man's throat, and he couldn't help but notice that Roman was grinding his leaking cock into the pillow even harder.

     "Ok, here we go," Dean said once he had himself in position. He circled the small entrance with the pad of his finger and pushed very lightly, but due to the excessive lubricant, Roman's asshole practically sucked it in. He watched in rapt attention as it continued penetrating further, until it was in up to the second knuckle.

     "God, baby, you're so slippery back here," Dean said, his own dick pulsing hard as Ro's tight channel squeezed his finger like a vise. "And sooo fucking tight," the blonde growled through gritted teeth. He had to find something to rub his dick on or he was going to go crazy. He moved over to straddle Roman's upper thigh, keeping his finger in place. Once he was settled over it he leaned forward a bit, dragging his cock back and forth. It wasn't quite wet enough, so he used his other hand to slicken his pole with lube, moaning at his own touch. "Fuck, Rome, you're driving me nuts here," he whined, grinding against glistening flesh.

     Just as Roman was about to respond, Dean pressed downward with the finger, tapping against his prostate. He slid the finger in and out slowly and repeated the same motion. Roman's head immediately snapped up and he let out a yelp that snapped Dean out of his trance. 

     "FUUUCCCKKKKK!!! What the fuck did you just do to me? Holy shit..." Ro shouted, gripping the pillow under his head tightly.

     "Haha, you like that, huh? Don't lie, remember, I know." Dean replied cockily.

     "It felt like I was gonna cum just then...even though I wasn't. Or maybe I was. I don't know," Ro gasped, dazed. 

     "I can make you cum just from doing that if you want." Dean pressed down again, this time keeping up a steady rhythm as he stimulated that sweet spot. Roman's ass clenched as he thrust down into the pillow, growling like a wild animal. "Fuck yes, don't you dare fucking stop," he cried as the sensation from the initially uncomfortable tapping soon blossomed into a warm, buzzing heaviness that seemed to radiate from deep within him. His cock felt harder and bigger than it had ever been in his life, and the more Dean nudged against that magic spot, the closer Roman was to exploding. "I'm real fucking close," he moaned lustily, moving his body in opposition to the probing finger. 

     "Oh really?" Dean inquired, withdrawing the digit abruptly and moving back to straddle those fine globes. He laid his dick in the valley between them and ground back and forth. "Well then maybe I should work on getting myself off too," he growled, watching those cheeks try to swallow it up. 

     "Whatever you gotta do, baby," Roman huffed, the added force pushing his throbbing cock harder into the soft surface below. "I trust you. Just please...make me cum like that. I gotta know what it feels like."

     "No problem, babe. I'm gonna make you absolutely ruin that pillow, though," Dean warned, still moving his lubed cock up and down in that warm crevice and thrilling at the sound of the larger man's breathy moans as he did so. "God damn, you're too fucking much," he said quietly, feeling his own excitement approaching a peak. "Hope you're ready for this."

     He swiftly hopped back over to Roman's thigh and worked his finger back into the clutching hole, pressing down hard and shaking it back and forth slightly. "Come on baby, let me milk that big load out  of you. Just let it happen," he urged, his hard cock sliding around between his own abs and Ro's leg. He leaned over the Samoan's back once more, making sure he heard his words. "Better hurry up, or I'm gonna get there before you and cum all over your pretty ass. Is that what you want?" he asked, pressing harder and faster against the swollen gland.

     "Fucccckkkkk.....I don't care, just please- don't stop," he begged, writhing in overwhelming pleasure. "Yes...right...therrrrrrre-" he whined, his whole body shuddering as he released, his straining cock gushing out spurt after spurt into the pillow. His asshole gripped Dean's finger as his orgasm just seemed to keep rolling through him.

     "Fuuuccckkk, that's so hot, baby," Dean groaned as he grabbed his cock and pointed it toward Roman's contracting asshole, stroking it hard. It throbbed and he exploded, spraying his load directly into the Samoan's crack. He withdrew his finger and watched in ecstasy for a few moments as his frothy cum dripped down into that teasing opening. "Soooo dirty...even without putting my dick in it."

     Dean jumped up off the bed and went into the bathroom to clean himself up, coming back after a couple of minutes to offer a towel to Roman. When he got closer he heard soft snoring and realized that the large man had passed out before he even had the chance to change position, a very contented smile on his face.

     Dean grinned proudly, looking down at his fingers. "Fuckin' magic, man."