khajidatass | Despiértate

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Despiértate

//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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//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.

An alien limb decided to follow suit, cool metal stimulating the unattended nipple to mimic Dean's tongue. Somehow, having the scarab involved made Jaime's body react faster. The nubs immediately grew stiff along with a similar reaction below his waist.

"Guys," Jaime groaned as he let his head fall back, "Isn't it a little early for this?" Well, it was about noontime, but the comment was hardly an actual complaint anyway. Jaime's legs spread reflexively, knees lifting as his his chest rose and fell with quickened breath.

That chirruping sound that rang out in his mind could only be Khaji laughing.

Dean was laughing, too, his breath puffing across Jaime's skin. That was an odd complaint. Too early for sex? Never!

"I'm of the opinion that it's never too late and it's never too early. Any time is exactly the right time for sex." Dean pressed his lips to Jaime's nipple and sucked hard for a minute, working his tongue against the stiff nub. Then he released it and started nipping his way down lower.

His hands rubbed at Jaime's hips while his mouth meandered down to its destination. Then he settled himself between Jaime's legs and leaned down to lap at his hardening cock slow and lazy. Might as well take his time since neither of them had anywhere to be.

//Agreed. You simply must get us laid more, Jaime//

"Well I'm of the opinion tha-aha!" Oh my, that felt familiar. Jaime moaned as his nipple was sucked harder before mumbling dazedly, "That you horny bastards are way too good for me."

His muscles twitched as Dean went lower, heart skipping a beat as he finally started on Jaime's cock. The slow, easy licks brought Jaime to full length as he fell back on the bed, hands gripping the sheets below them. His first instinct was to reach down to stroke himself or push Dean's head lower, make this go faster. His arms, however, seemed unable to move. He blinked, realizing a couple legs had his wrists pinned on either side of his head.

Jaime groaned at something the scarab said, "'Not getting off that easy'? Khaji you're horrible." In true superhero fashion, the bug had been working on his puns.

Dean laughed again when Jaime repeated Khaji's pun. That was pretty terrible, but it was funny. Accurate, too. Dean was happy to let Khaji hold Jaime down while he tormented him.

In all the best ways, of course.

Dean's lips wrapped around the head of Jaime's cock and sucked soft and teasing. His tongue traced around the tip a few times and teased into the slit before he very slowly took Jaime down deeper.

Jaime could only moan at those frustratingly light licks--despite his efforts to do more. Jaime knew the scarab was stronger than he was; though inexperienced with such things, he was actually very open to the restraint. Opening himself to the will of another person was surprisingly liberating. After his failed attempt to hide Khaji, it was a relief to put his trust in both his partner and their new acquaintance.

That said, one couldn't quite help what came on reflex. With each movement of that tongue, Jaime tugged futilely at his arms, muscles clenching as he arched his back. He shook his head, trying to shed the over-excited feeling which made him keep trying to get out from under Khaji's bonds. The scarab remained gentle but firm with him.

As he felt his cock sink deeper into soft warmth, he couldn't help but thrust upward, taking advantage of the freedom he still had over his hips.

It was a hell of a turn on to feel the way Jaime's body moved with each failed attempt to break free. Dean was actually very fond of restraining and being restrained, and he could tell Jaime was getting into it. Hell, one of the best part of being tied down was pulling at the bonds.

Dean's hands rubbed at Jaime's inner thighs while his mouth moved along his cock. Jaime's thrust didn't surprise him and he relaxed his jaw, letting the other man's hips roll a few times. Then he moved his hands to Jaime's hips and pressed him down to keep him still. He wasn't opposed to letting a guy fuck his mouth, but he wasn't quite done teasing yet.

He took Jaime down as deep as possible and then paused, sucking slightly and holding him there.

And here Jaime never thought he'd be cursing those damned strong muscles Dean had. He'd enjoyed getting to indulge in the feeling of Dean's mouth around him, and a breathless, throaty whine escaped him as his hips were stopped.

"Dean. Dean, c'mon," He said in between quiet grunts as he kept trying to move his arms or hips. The mouth around him, already driving him crazy with so little action, promised of more.

If nothing else, Jaime could shift his legs impatiently, lift his chest off the bed slightly in hopes of releasing this pent up energy he had. Of course, it wouldn't be enough and only succeeded in making the human writhe like some enticing dance to get Dean to go further.

Dean chuckled softly and drew back off slowly. "Impatient. You said you didn't have anywhere to go."

Maybe it was a little cruel, but he couldn't help it. Jaime looked so tempting laying there, writhing like he was. Dean wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and drew the tip into his mouth once more. His tongue worked against the tip teasingly before he started to bob his head slowly, moving up and down along the shaft. His other hand continued to hold Jaime's hips down for now.

Jaime groaned and shivered as Dean pulled away, as if he felt cold all over from having his needy length exposed. "Not fair," was all he could respond, voice somehow both humorous and begging.

As Dean started up again, Jaime's breath came faster. The ministrations were still tame, but better than being denied any contact. His hips still attempted the occasional jump whenever Dean's mouth came closer to the base of him.

Jaime was only slightly aware of another robotic tendril which snaked its way up to his mouth. On instinct, he tried to get his lips around it. It darted playfully away, continuing to circle around the lips and occasionally allowing Jaime to catch it between his teeth while the human drew his head higher to brush his tongue against it. Jaime lost himself to the gentle touches, allowing his body to be drawn to wherever Dean and Khaji wanted.

It was all too easy to fall into just enjoying the motions. Dean loved the way his lips felt stretched around Jaime's cock and the weight of it against his tongue when he moved along the shaft. He moaned softly and sucked harder, his own hips grinding down against the bed reflexively in response to the jump in arousal.

Soon, Dean decided he'd tortured Jaime enough and he moved his hands away. One settled beside Jaime's hips, bracing himself slightly above him. The other hand rested lightly on his hip and gave an encouraging tug to get him moving again.

Jaime was all too willing to oblige that guiding movement, immediately thrusting his hips upward. He gasped as he felt his shaft again surround and sliding by the wet heat. He wasn't sure whether it was Khaji or the force of his sudden rise in pleasure which allowed it, but he got one of his hands free from the alien limb.

He reached down to cup Dean's cheek and then comb his fingers through his brown hair, giving a small tug while he pushed himself back and forth into the skilled mouth. Pleasure sharpened by the slow teasing, it wasn't long before his moans went higher-pitched and his thrusts grew quicker and more urgent. He held his hips up, shuddering against Dean's mouth with his climax.

Dean's eyes rolled up to watch Jaime when he felt the hand in his hair. He could tell Jaime was getting close and he wanted to watch his face when the came. While Jaime moved, Dean's hand continued to rub gently at his hip and over his stomach.

When he felt Jaime climax, Dean gripped his hips again and held him down deep, sucking and swallowing around him to draw it out. After Jaime settled back down, Dean pulled off him and licked his lips and crawled up to lay beside him, grinning and quite pleased with himself.

"Still too early for this?" He asked playfully, stroking a hand down the nearest of Khaji's legs and Jaime's chest.

The way Dean held him and kept sucking made Jaime continue to moan and twitch into his orgasm. He sagged back against the bed as his pleasure waned, panting contentedly and closing his eyes. Mind still abuzz with gratification, he laughed lightly as he turned to Dean, "I'm not complaining."

Jaime held the tip of Dean's chin, bringing him close so he could kiss him. Meanwhile, that limb pressed back against Dean's hand, curling around it in a light grip.

Dean leaned happily into the kiss, pressing in close. His body molded nicely along Jaime's side. Maybe it was weird for him to be this comfortable with a stranger -- and his space alien friend -- but, Dean was pretty comfortable laying there. Even with one of those wandering legs curling around his hand. His hand returned the grip lightly, fingertips stroking along the smooth metal.

When the kiss ended, he grinned. "Yeah, that was definitely not a complaint."

"Well I do try," he had to laugh. "More of a compliment really," Jaime peppered a few light kisses along Dean's mouth, "Or a thank you. Didn't think I'd ever see someone OK with all the weird."

His hands travelled over Deans chest and stomach, exploring more out of interest than sexual intent. They settled for running up and down his hips, coming close to dipping inbetween his legs but always returning to feel along those abs. "Do you sleep with aliens often?"

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