Somehow, Dean was definitely getting the idea that Khaji liked him. It was difficult to concentrate on any one thing, there was so much going on. The second Dean focused on Jaime's mouth making delightful marks on his neck, a thrust from Khaji drove the thought right out of his head. All he could do was squirm and moan, desperate and so close to the edge.

The closer he got, the harder he sucked at the fingers teasing against his tongue. He gave a muffled, strangled cry when he came, his body arching and moving through it for what seemed like forever. All the stimulation from Jaime and his alien friend drew it out much longer than he expected.