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."

     

     

     

Face Time

     It was quiet on the plane when Roman woke up, finally giving in to the annoyingly persistent need to take a piss after several hours of sitting in one place. He rubbed his eyes and looked around, glad that the redeye flight was only half-full. He had the row to himself, and he was taking advantage of it by stretching out as much as possible. He unbuckled his seat belt and got up, making his way to the rear of the plane, careful not to disturb any of the other sleeping passengers.

     Once he had relieved himself, he opened the bathroom door to see Seth on the other side, wearing a sneaky grin. He looked Roman up and down hungrily, asking, "Hey...you sure you're done in there? 

     "Uhh, yeah...just took a leak," Roman replied, eyeing him skeptically. "That ok with you?"

     "Oh...well...you wanna help me then?" Seth said, hand going down to cup his own crotch, giving a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure the flight attendant couldn't see it. He looked back at Roman and bit his lip, giving him his best pleading puppy-dog eyes. "I could use an extra hand...or y'know, whatever you wanna use."

     Roman sighed, looking Seth over. He was way too tired to think about anything at this time of night, much less joining the Mile High Club. "You in heat again, boy? Calm yourself, for God's sake. We're in public. Remember, kayfabe," he said, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. 

     Before Seth could respond, Roman pushed past him and made his way back down the aisle to his seat. He sat back down and rearranged his fleece jacket, using it as a makeshift blanket. He had just closed his eyes and started to relax a few minutes later when he heard Seth's voice again.

     "Hey," Seth whispered as he leaned over beside him, trying to get his attention. "You left this in the bathroom."

     Roman opened his eyes to see Seth holding his phone out for him to take it. "Oh...shit, thanks. Don't want that falling into the wrong hands," he said jokingly as he took it back.

     "Yeah...especially not now," Seth shot back, raising an eyebrow mischeviously before turning and going back to his seat a few rows further up front. 

     Roman's eyebrows went up at that comment as he watched Seth walk away. He knew something was up, but he didn't know what. He looked at his phone to see what time it was, only to find that it was already open to video mode, the large white arrow in the center of the screen beckoning him to press play. He looked up over the seat in Seth's direction, but he could only see the top of his black baseball cap a few rows up. Sitting back, he swallowed a lump in his throat as his thumb touched the screen and the video began playing.

     "Hey, I hope you don't mind, but I wanted to show you something," Seth said, obviously using the front facing camera on the phone to take the video, his face taking up most of the frame. His voice was hushed and the background was shadowy, but his dark eyes sparkled with need. "Wanted to show you how much I miss you. How much I miss that big fucking dick of yours," he said quietly, a hint of urgency tinging his words as he licked his lips.

     Shocked, Roman stopped the video abruptly and looked around, wondering if anyone else had heard since he didn't have his phone volume all the way down. He fumbled around and found his headphones, hastily plugging them in. He put them on and hit play once more, suddenly very eager to see what Seth was going to show him.

     When the video resumed, Seth had moved the phone down to focus on a close-up shot of his rock-hard dick, the tip poking out of the waistband of his boxer briefs. He used his free hand to pull them down, exposing himself fully, then gripped it mid-shaft and squeezed. A drop of pre-cum bubbled up from the tip and dripped slowly down over the glistening head. "See this, Daddy? See how bad I need to cum for you? I want you so bad, I'm fucking dripping."

     Roman's cock immediately started to twitch, energy swirling in his pelvic region as he stayed riveted to the screen. He sighed longingly and tried to adjust his pants to make room for his growing erection while he kept watching. 

     Seth kept the camera on his cock as his hand moved up and down slightly, coaxing even more liquid out until it was running in a sticky stream down the shaft. He was trying to be as quiet as possible, but Roman could hear every hitch of his breath through the headphones as he watched the lewd display. 

     The sound of Seth's excited breathing was enough to make Roman's cock surge and fully harden in his pants. He groaned in frustration, knowing that Seth had done this with the intention of turning him on when he couldn't do anything about it.

     The Samoan glanced around again to see if anyone was looking, but everyone was asleep. He slid his hand under the jacket that was conveniently covering his lap and unzipped as nonchalantly as possible, pulling his cock out through the fly of his underwear. It was hot and pulsing with tension already. The fact that he was touching himself technically in public only added to the taboo excitement of it all, and he smiled as he watched his little exhibitionist slut boy show off for him onscreen. 

     The video got shaky for a few moments as Seth moved the phone into a different position, propping it up on the bathroom sink. He stepped back and turned around, bending forward and pulling down his pants to expose his beautifully round ass. "Remember this ass, Daddy? Hmm?" Seth asked, squeezing a cheek in each hand and spreading them wide apart, moving closer and displaying his tiny pink hole to the camera. One of his hands disappeared momentarily and then came back, fingers wetting it with his saliva and teasing the tip of his index finger in. He moaned quietly as he worked two fingers in, moving slowly and deliberately so Roman could get a good look at his pretty fuckhole being stretched. "Remember how you used to like to pound this tight little asshole with that big, thick cock until you'd nut all up inside of it? Unhh, fuck...I need that so bad," he moaned sluttily, pressing fingers deeper into that hot tunnel. "I miss feeling you blasting a huge fucking load deep inside me...unh God, do I need it. I need it so much, I'm gonna cum for you right now."

     By this time, Roman was stroking his cock steadily under his jacket, but he was trying to do it with as little disruptive movement as possible. The last thing he wanted at that moment was for someone to  wake up and see him masturbating across the aisle from them, but Seth's unbelievably sexy ass was too hot to resist. To his surprise, his dick was responding very eagerly, and within a few more moments he had to slow down and edge himself a bit so he didn't cum before he got to see the end of the video. 

     Once Seth turned back around, he pulled his shirt up and positioned himself so that Roman had an obscenely close view of his hard cock, veins bulging as his hand slid up and down on it. As he worked himself, he began to whisper a stream of dirty talk. "Fuck, baby...want you to fuck me sooo bad...I want you to fuck the cum right out of me," he whined as his hand moved closer to the tip and twisted, rubbing over the glans and spreading the slickness around, making it very wet. "Nobody does it like you, Daddy. You know that. Come take this ass back...you know you want it. I know you love feeling me cum around your cock...it just feels sooo fucking good, I can't stay away."

     Roman bit his lip as he listened to Seth's words, his own dick throbbing in his grip as he stroked it at the same pace. He was ready to blow at any minute, and for a split second he wondered what he was going to use to clean it up. However, that thought was pushed aside when he saw Seth's hand moving even faster on his engorged meat, his abs flexing slightly as his breathing became more ragged. 

     "Yeah, Daddy, I'm gonna cum...watch me shoot this hot fucking load for you," Seth's voice rasped, his hand stopping and grabbing the base of his throbbing root, squeezing rhythmically as he moaned. 

The Samoan did the same, mouth dropping open as his eyes watched Seth's dick twitch and start to throb harder, a pearly jet of cum shooting out as he let out a louder moan, unable to quiet himself as he climaxed. 

     As he watched, Roman felt his orgasm coming and tried to stave it off, but the scene on-screen was too much. He pulled down on his cock one last time and stifled a moan as it sprayed the underside of the jacket in his lap, gushing out a huge, pent-up load that ran down over the backs of his fingers. 

     While Roman was riding out his orgasm as quietly as humanly possible in his seat, Seth's cock in the video continued to spurt, releasing it's contents, which then dripped off and onto the floor. Once he was done, Seth picked the phone up again, and his face came back into the frame. He was sweaty and out of breath, but the smile on his face was one of relief. "Unhh, thank you Daddy...I needed that. Hope you enjoyed it too. Maybe next time, we can help each other out, I hope." He grinned one last time and then the video stopped. 

     Ro smiled back and dropped the phone onto the seat next to him, then took a deep breath and looked under his jacket. He winced when he saw the mess he had made and started to feel a little panicky at the thought of how he was going to clean it up. Just then, he saw Seth walking down the aisle toward him, that shit-eating grin back on his face. He strolled by and covertly dropped a handful of Wet-Naps onto the empty seat. 

     "Thought you might want these, too," he said teasingly, then turned around and returned to his seat, looking back once he had sat down again and winking at his bewildered, yet appreciative companion.

     

     

     

     

The Best Part of Waking Up

     It was very early morning when Roman opened his eyes, the sunrise peeking in through partially open curtains and illuminating his face with a narrow shaft of golden light. He blinked groggily a few times, trying to adjust to suddenly being awake. He groaned in pain when he realized he had fallen asleep on his stomach and now his back was in knots. 

     God, what the hell happened last night, anyway? he thought to himself, trying to remember how he had managed to end up laying diagonally across the hotel bed, still wearing his clothes. He rubbed his eyes with one hand and attempted to roll over, but there was something heavy partially draped over his back. He turned his head and saw that it was a still-passed-out Dean who was using him as a body pillow.

     Roman suddenly remembered how they had gone out to a bar the night before to relax and have a couple of drinks, and how Dean had kept ordering rounds of shots, and then shortly after that, things understandably had gotten a bit blurry. He did vaguely remember having to basically carry Dean back to his room because he could barely stand upright, however, and he quickly realized that they must have both passed out immediately once they hit the bed. 

     As Roman tried to wiggle his way out from beneath the blonde's frame, Dean stirred, his face contorting into a yawn as he reached out without opening his eyes and wrapped his arm around the larger man's midsection, pulling them back together. He hummed out a contented moan as he buried his face in Roman's mane of hair and inhaled the comforting scent of his shampoo.

     Roman couldn't help but chuckle at Dean's unintentional cuteness. He always turned into a big baby when he was sleeping, and he certainly didn't respond well to being woken up this early in the morning, especially not after the night they'd had. He didn't want to have to wake Dean up just to get him to move, so he figured he would try to roll over and adjust their positions that way.

     Slowly and gently, Roman started to move a little bit at a time until he was finally able to lay on his back, every move echoed by Dean, who was still steadfastly clinging to him. He lifted his head up to see that Dean was stripped down to just his underwear, his leg draped over Roman's body as he lay there peacefully, sweaty hair plastered to his forehead. He let out a big sigh as he snuggled more insistently into Roman's shoulder, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. "Mmm, no more moving," he croaked, his voice raspy, eyes still closed. "Mmmyoustayhere. Mine."

     As much as he didn't want to disturb him, Roman couldn't help but laugh at Dean's comments. He still couldn't get over the fact that this man could be both the epitome of a "tough guy" and also an adorable little boy at the same time. He tried to hold in his laughter, but after a few moments Dean was shaken awake by the haphazard rising and falling of the larger man's chest as he giggled beneath him.

    Dean blinked a few times, rubbing his eye sockets with the heel of his hand. He ran his hand up over his forehead, trying to brush his hair back, but since it was so stuck to him, most of it stayed in place. Roman smiled and pulled the blonde's hand away, resting it back onto his chest while he carefully peeled the hair off of Dean's face for him. As he did so, Dean brought his leg up higher over Roman's midsection and snuggled even closer. "My Romie," he muttered.

     As Dean's leg rubbed across Roman's crotch, he suddenly became aware that his bladder was full, and that his dick was uncomfortably hard because of it. He groaned and pushed the leg away, trying to keep from peeing himself. "Ughhh, I gotta get up so I can take a piss," he grumbled, not really wanting to move, but desperately needing to relieve himself. 

     "Fine, but come back here afterwards. It's still way too fucking early to be awake, especially after the night we had," Dean replied, grabbing one of the pillows and burying his face into it. 

     As Roman jumped up to head into the bathroom, he asked curiously, "Yeah, speaking of which, what exactly did happen? I mean, how did we both end up in the same room? And for that matter, how did you manage to strip down to just your underwear during the night? You were way more drunk than I was when we came back here, I remember that much."

     Dean remained silent for a few moments, then pulled his face out of the pillow and replied, "Eh, you know me...I can't sleep unless I'm practically butt naked. Sorry about that. I'm pretty sure nothing bad happened, though."

     "Really? Are you sure about that, Dean?" Roman questioned, looking down at himself to realize that his pants were already undone. "Then how do you think this happened?" He walked out of the bathroom, pointing at his open fly.

     "Well, I did say nothing bad happened, didn't I?" Dean answered, smirking mischeviously as he flopped the pillow back over his head.

  

     

     

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.