Jaime Reyes (
khajidatass) wrote2012-07-27 06:13 pm
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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?
"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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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?"
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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..."
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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?"
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"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?//
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"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?"
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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."
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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.
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//Perhaps you should bed strangers more often// Jaime stifled a laugh.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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Dean started to laugh softly, his hand sliding over to press his palm against Jaime's stomach. He pressed in tight against Jaime's back and nipped at his ear playfully. "I guess we'll just have to come back to bed after breakfast, then?"
His hand wandered down over Jaime's stomach and hip, down his thigh. "I could think of a lot of things to do, once we've gotten our energy back..."
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Jaime just made a satisfied noise at the mouth on his ear, smiling as he resigned himself to fully waking up.
His eyes only opened when Dean's hand found its way southward, an eyebrow arching as he turned to look back at him. "Are you seducing me out of bed?" he smirked, pushing himself up on his elbow, "My one weakness and it's being used to get food. That's evil."
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No one said they had to stay up once they got there.
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"Quick breakfast then," he shifted to start getting out of bed, a little reluctant to leave the warm body, "Really quick if you keep pulling that sexy stuff you're so good at."
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"Sounds like a good plan to me. And don't worry," he flashed Jaime a grin as he climbed out of bed. "I don't plan to quit any time soon."
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Despite not going to his dresser or closet, Jaime was wearing a pair of blue boxers. Dean may have noticed the words "GRAB" and "HERE" in black on the seat of the underwear. Khaji makes all of Jaime's clothes; sometimes he likes to have fun with them.
"I'll cook you migas some time when you're not being so hot," he laughed.
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"What's migas?" He asked as he casually moved up behind the other man and grabbed a double handful of his backside.
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"You know," he laughed, hesitant to take another step away from Dean, "As distracting as this is, I'm not sure I want you to let go now."
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He leaned in and nuzzle Jaime's neck playfully. "Suppose you can still manage breakfast?"
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"My blue undies so alluring they call out to you?" Jaime joked, not yet realizing that they literally said to grab. He did notice the scarab feeling awfully self-satisfied.
"I think I can handle a microwave," he said as he went for the refrigerator to figure out what he had around. Feeling Dean's grip on him and breath against his neck, Jaime was certainly glad he didn't have to actually cook. Stoves and knives were dangerous things while he couldn't help twitching and leaning into those touches.
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"Remember we said a quick breakfast..."
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At that point, Jaime was willing to forgo the microwave as well. He turned around, closing the refrigerator door behind him and effectively breaking contact with Dean. "Eat fast then," he smirked as he handed Dean a couple pieces of cold pizza and took a bite of his own. He took a few steps away, just to discourage any more of that teasing; they should save the groping for bed, right?
//According to my calculations, kitchen counter-top provides sufficient space for coitus// Even if Jaime rolled his eyes at the scarab... Khaji kind of had a point.
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