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//Jaime?// came the tentative mental nudge. The only response was a tired groan, the human was too comfortable against the warm body to open his eyes. //Jaime// Khaji repeated, a tone of both curiosity and near-concern bleeding through, //Who is this?//

"Dean," Jaime answered without waking up enough to think; the name just sounded right, felt natural. He was vaguely aware that he was draped over another sleeping human, his head resting against the other's chest and an arm wrapped around the waist. He was warm, and tired, and awfully comfortable, so did he really have to open his eyes and actually think about what they're doing here or what they did last night? Obviously, yes, he did.

Cracking his eyes open a tad, Jaime was granted another short, blissful, half-asleep moment before realizing this wasn't some dream. There was a stranger in his bed, he could barely remember half of the previous night, and yet he still knew they'd had sex. Jaime bolted upright, eyes wide open and disbelief obvious on his face. "Uh," he immediately covered himself with his bedsheet, evidently, he'd gotten out of his clothes before getting in bed, "Hi?"

//Jaime, according to common etiquette, eye contact is appropriate in this situation// Right! Don't stare the stranger's body. Was it just him, or was this guy way too ripped to be in bed with someone whose bookshelf was filled with nothing but text books and collectible Star Trek figurines?

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Vaguely, Dean heard his name. That was what got him started on the road to consciousness. It was slow going, though. Jaime wasn't the only one who was warm and comfortable, and Dean was naturally resistant to getting up in the morning anyway.

Sleep. Sleep was a good thing.

But, then the warm body that had been pleasantly weighting him down was gone and Dean's eyes opened of their own accord. He blinked and gave a stretch, not too worried about the situation yet. Face it, this wasn't the first time Dean had woken up in a strange bed with only partial memories of the night before. The other body in the bed usually didn't look quite so scandalized, though.

"Morning," he answered and sat up. "At least, I think it is."

He blinked again and looked around, taking in the room curiously. Kind of reminded him of a college dorm room. He barely remembered getting here last night.

"So, this is going to sound crazy, but I drank a lot of... something... last night and I'm not sure if it was real or not, but," he raised his eyebrows. "Did you have legs growing out of your back last night?"

For a split second, Jaime's eyes must have looked about ready to pop out of his head. //Oh, stars above. My memory banks are garbled, but I think it's true// He not only slept with a stranger, but Khaji was seen too? Why did Jaime have to suck so much at the whole secret identity thing?

He blinked after a moment, thinking fast. He forced a laugh which was too stained to sound genuine. "You-- legs out of my back? That is crazy. I- I think you really might have had too much to drink." He rubbed the back of his neck, nervously turning away from the other. In the process, of course, he gave full view of his back to Dean. Though not glowing, the tattoo-like marks were still clearly visible. Only slightly less suspicious than his horrible poker-face.

"My memory's pretty hazy on last night too. Don't think I had much to drink, though..."

Yeah, he doesn't buy that for a second, but he doesn't feel like pushing the issue right now. There was no hangover, but the memory loss was worrisome. He remembered bits and pieces of what they'd done the night before, but not specifically how he got there or how they left. Or why he decided to do half the crap he did last night.

Well, okay, with him the 'why' is usually pretty easy to determine and seeing as Jaime's not all that hard to look at, it's not much of a mystery. Knowing what he knew about the world, though, the weird bug legs really should have put him off, though. Instead, it had done the opposite.

"Okay. Too bad. That was kind of cool." He admired the tattoo for a minute and then shook his head, giving a shrug and flopping back down. "You're not about to freak out or something, are you?"

//I approve of this human// The scarab mostly liked being called cool. Khaji's self-satisfaction wasn't exactly helping the situation.

"Cállate escarabajo," Jaime mumbled, pressing his fingertips to his spine. He'd found by now that it was easier to respond to the bug around people when they didn't understand what he was saying. Because he still had trouble not talking to the bug out loud.

"Who's freaking out? I'm fine just," he took a steady breath as he turned back to Dean. "I don't do this. Ever. I mean, between classes and-- and stuff," stuff meaning superhero work along with having an alien eavesdropping on all his relationships, "My sex life has been, well..." He trailed off as Khaji piped in: //Nonexistant?//

Dean raised his eyebrows at Jaime and listened to the other man's explanation. Yeah, he looked totally not freaked out. A grin curved his lips by the time Jaime finished talking.

"Well, you were overdue, then." He rolled onto his side and reached over to very deliberately trail his fingertips down Jaime's spine. No bug thing, my ass. "You don't have classes or stuff' today, do you?"

Jaime tensed at that subtle move. Had Dean pressed harder, he might have felt the hardness of metal beneath flesh. As it was, it didn't just remind him that the stranger knew a little too much of the truth; the touch wasn't something he was used to, yet it was familiar--a bit of the previous night which stuck in his mind.

It didn't help that Khaji delighted at the attention. "Today? No, I'm all free." Jaime chewed his lip, unable to keep Khaji's pleasure from influencing him.
"Dean," he warned, "That- that's kinda... tender there."

"Free's good and don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you." He let his fingers continue down past the tattoo and rested his hand at the base of Jaime's spine. "Why don't you lay back and relax, since you don't have anywhere to be?"

Normally, he'd be fine with letting the whole thing drop and going on his way, but last night had been so different from what he was used to... it was too interesting to walk away right now. Well, unless Jaime really wasn't into it. Something made him think that probably wouldn't be the case.

Jaime relaxed a little as Dean passed the scarab marks. He had to sigh as he leaned back to lie on the bed. "Is it weird you seem more comfortable in my bed than me?" He wasn't complaining. Whether or not he knew about Khaji, Dean wasn't exactly bad company.

//Perhaps you should bed strangers more often// Jaime stifled a laugh.

Dean grinned and shifted to stretch out over Jaime. His weight rested on his hands on either side of Jaime's shoulders. "Nah, I'm just gifted that way."

He leaned down and pressed his lips to Jaime's kissing him long and slow. His tongue nudged at the other's lips to encourage him to part them and let him deepen the kiss.

And suddenly, Jaime was staring up at the handsome, incredibly charming man. //Definitely need to do this more often//

No argument from the human as Dean started kissing him. Again, it was like deja vu in a way that felt so deliciously right. Jaime welcomed a deeper kiss, his tongue sliding out to glide along the other's. Meanwhile the scarab began to glow again; he was rather intuned with Jaime's oral senses. The human felt a warm hum of pleasure sending shivers up the middle of his spine.

He was now leaning up to push the kiss further. In between a gasp for breath, Dean might hear him whisper "Khaji," lips still brushing against his.

A smile curved his lips when he heard the name whispered against them. Dean remembered it from the club and now he was pretty sure he hadn't been just drunk and hallucinating. Kind of a relief, really, since his hallucinations didn't usually tend toward the insect sort when they did happen.

Dean turned his head and nipped slowly down the edge of Jaime's jaw, pausing near the man's ear to murmur softly, "Khaji can come out to play, too. We had a good time last night."

Then he continued his way down Jaime's neck, his hips starting a slow grind down against Jaime's.

Jaime's brow furrowed even as his eyes slipped closed, conflicted between the desire to indulge in all this and to protect his secret. His hand curved around Dean's waist to push them closer. He could hardly consider lying while that mouth was on him. And that suggestion was sounding really good right then.

Khaji nudged him from the back of his mind. It was a light but eager push which told Jaime that the scarab wanted out too. Propping himself up on his elbow, Jaime leaned in to Dean's body while lifting his back up off the bed. "You're unusually cool with such weird shit," Jaime breathed as a couple limbs slunk out from behind him, curling over his shoulders to follow the path Dean's kisses took.

"You have no idea," Dean answered back, looking up to flash a grin at Jaime. The grin widened a little when he saw Khaji's legs over Jaime's shoulders. It felt so good to know he wasn't crazy. Well, no more than usual.

His mouth returned to its work. When he reached Jaime's chest, he moved to tease at one nipple, scraping his teeth against it and soothing it with the tip of his tongue.

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