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.