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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[[ooc: heads up. There's a chance my tags may grow slower to come in the upcoming weeks with longer hours and classes starting]]

Darn. A proton pack would have been cool. Jaime smiled as the scarab muttered something about being an involuntary dork-magnet.

"Good," he answered readily, things had ended with Traci on a nice, mutual note, so it wasn't a difficult thing to talk about, "For a while. We were both in the hero business, so the secret ID thing wasn't a problem. She just, ah," how to put this? "She wasn't a bug person."

((ooc: No problem. Take your time. And SORRY! Wrong account.))

"Huh. Her loss." Dean shrugged. It really wasn't his business why Jaime dated a witch or why he was single now. He was just curious about the guy. Dean met a lot of interesting people in his work, but not quite as interesting as Jaime.

"I'll agree with you on the secret ID shit, though. That's rough to work around."

"Never been very good with the secret part anyway, as you may have noticed," Jaime laughed, stubble scratching Dean's skin lightly. "It's a miracle I got through high school without have the faculty figuring it out."

//As far as you know anyway//

He ignored that comment.
"Do you need a secret identity for ghost busting?" Jaime asked only a little teasingly; the curiosity was mutual.

Edited 2012-08-15 17:47 (UTC)

"Me? Several." The scratch of stubble didn't bother him a bit. He chuckled and combed a hand through Jaime's hair. "I've been an FBI agent, a police officer, highway patrol, homeland security..."

The last person he admitted any of this to had politely asked him to leave and not come back. Jaime seemed to be a little less prone to startling. "Sometimes, to get the job done, I have to cut a few corners."

He gave a low whistle, actually a little impressed, "Those are some serious fraud charges right there." He could hardly protest the legality of it, considering he regularly participated in vigilantism—even heroes weren't always well liked by the official authorities. Besides, if Dean protected people, then the ends justified the means.

"Think I'd be too nervous to pull off that kind of act. Full-body alien armor isn't exactly made for stealth either," he mused, "You haven't been caught in a lie yet?"

"Nah. Well, nothing major. Nothing I couldn't talk my way out of." Or run from, if the situation necessitated it. There were a few cops here and there who might like a second crack at him, but he did his best to make sure they didn't get that chance.

"How about you? Any problems with the heroing gig?"

"Just the usual balancing act: capes, classes, and the general lack of social life between those." Jaime smiled, it was kind of interesting to talk about this stuff with someone new--his friends and family were used to hearing about it, and his teammates usually just reminded him the struggles were part of the job.

"I probably would've haven even found that club last night if I hadn't been on patrol. Why I actually went in is beyond me," his brow furrowed in thought. The whole memory loss thing was just a little worrisome.

"Sounds like a pain to work around." Dean knew all about that balance. Well, except the school part. Dean had never really been into school very much. Besides, Sam was the brains in the family. Dean was the muscle.

"Yeah. I don't actually remember going in, to be honest." Not that the night hadn't been awesome -- what he could remember of it -- but, it still would have been nice to be clear on the 'whys' and the 'hows'.

"Not gonna lie... kinda thinking about going back sometime."

Jaime smirked, only slightly incredulous, "You really are used to the weird stuff."

He shook his head, lightly drumming his fingertips over Dean's shoulder in idle thought, "That place might be a bit intense for me."

//Intense is fun. You can't deny that//

"Khaji, on the other hand, seems to be about on your page," Jaime mused with a grinning sigh, "The bug's just a little more adventurous than I am."

Dean laughed and let his fingers play lightly over the scarab on Jaime's back. Hey, it was good to have an ally!

"Then you should go back with me. Khaji and I will protect you." He grinned and wiggled a little closer, his free hand smoothing down Jaime's side. "See what else they have there that we might find entertaining. Unless you want to put on another show..."

Jaime couldn't help but turn red at the thought of his little 'performance' back at the club, something he never would have done in his right mind. "H-hey, that was just the once... OK, twice if you count the guy I screwed around with in the middle of the mainroom." Jaime realized he hadn't even bothered to get the name of that guy afterwards; which was almost stranger than the whole sexy-alien-show. This was some strange place if it could make him act like that.

"I'm not even really into the exhibition thing. Not out loud anyway." Jaime sounded more surprised, vaguely curious, than anything. After all, being pushed out of his comfort zone had led to where he was now; he could hardly complain about that, because he was already starting to second guess his decision against the club.

Hey, that performance was one of Dean's favorite memories! Dean wasn't ready to forget about it anytime soon. "Oh yeah? That sounds like a story worth hearing..." He didn't know there was another show in the main room he'd missed. Damn. Maybe next time.

"Apparently you are now." Dean grinned and cupped his chin to bring his face up and kiss him. "I am too, though, so it works out."

"I kinda," he faltered, almost wishing he could either remember all of the previous night or none of it, "I guess I led a guy around the dance floor while jerking him off?"

//I helped// Oh, yes. Bugsuit and all. Maybe the memory loss wasn't so bad if it meant no one would remember seeing The Blue Beetle making an appearance at a sex club.

Honestly, he would have been mortified--if not for that skilled mouth against his, reminding him of how good it had felt. "I'll admit," he muttered in between little pecks to Dean's lips and cheeks, "It was nice to just let go, screw the secret identity, and show off a little."

"Damn. There's a dance move I could get behind." Dean chuckled against Jaime's skin as he turned his head and nuzzled down the side of his neck. "You definitely showed off. I've never seen anything like that before. It was definitely hot, though."

He leaned back enough to see Jaime's face again. "Exactly. Why bother saving the world if you're not going to have fun in it once in a while?"

Jaime laughed lightly at both Dean's words and his breath against his neck. He smiled down at Dean, lifting himself up onto his elbow again--this time separating their torsos so he could run his hand firmly over Dean's chest. He idly pinched a nipple as Khaji purred something into his head.

"Heh, the scarab says he likes how you think. And that I've let fun fall by the wayside too often lately." True enough, he had more fun back when he'd first started with the hero gig. Maybe things were just simpler back then; or he'd just forgotten how to take a breather and let himself relax.

Dean laid back and let his body arch up into Jaime's touch. The pinch earned him a hum of pleasure and he grinned. "See? We're just looking out for you. Keeping you entertained and all between your heroing gigs."

"You're having a good time, right?" He asked playfully as he trailed a fingertip down Jaime's chest lightly.

"A great time," Jaime laughed, quickly leaning in to catch Dean's bottom lip between his teeth, "Th' betht thime." Speaking like that made his words unclear as his tongue rubbed against the lip. He kind of liked it.

//Jaime Reyes is more of an awkward creature than a sexy one//

"Shut up, Khaj," he smiled, releasing Dean's lip but keeping his own close, " 'm outta practice."

The lip thing took him by surprise and he couldn't help but laugh. Hey, as long as they were both having fun, a little awkwardness was okay. He nipped Jaime's lip playfully in return.

"Don't worry. There's plenty more practice ahead, if you're interested..."

"You have to ask?" Jaime shifted his legs, pushing himself up so he could kneel with his groin grinding against Dean's, leaning over him with his hands on either side of his shoulders. Of course Jaime was interested.

"I should make up for lost time."

"I try not to assume, even though I am pretty confident." It was a gift. He groaned softly when Jaime started grinding against him. His own hips rocked up slowly in response.

He reached up to slip his arms around Jaime's neck and kissed him again, harder this time. "Got any fun requests I should know about?"

Jaime groaned, attention torn between the steady grind between their hips and the strong kiss Dean pulled him into. And, of course, Khaji sending eager sparks of pleasure up his spine already.

He hummed, pressing his hips down more firmly, "You mean besides 'Fuck me, sex god, with wild abandon'? 'Cause that's about all I've got right now."

//Cognizant functions degrading; sexual activity imminent//

"Sex god, huh? Talk like that will get you a long weekend, sir." Dean shifted his weight to try and roll Jaime onto his back. His mouth moved over the skin of Jaime's neck, kissing and biting his way down. All the while, his hips kept moving, steadily building the friction between them.

"Oh really?" Jaime smiled as he relaxed back onto the bed, getting comfortable with Dean over him again. "And if I told you your ass is a demigod in its own right... And your biceps can be... I dunno, patron saints of... Fuck--"

//Stop talking, Reyes//

It was hard to be witty while Dean's mouth was on him, so Jaime decided to forgo that in favor of eager moans and writhing thrusts. With a grunt, Jaime reached down to grab that nonsecular ass and pull it in to grind harder against him.

"Fuck, you're good for my ego." Not like it needed much help. Still, it was really good to hear.

He gave a soft almost growl at the way Jaime gripped his ass and pulled him in tight. Oh yeah, definitely losing the capacity for anything like chat. All he could think about was how badly he wanted to fuck the warm, solid man underneath him.

One hand slipped between them and reached down to tease at Jaime's entrance with light fingertips. "I want you so bad right now, I can hardly see straight. Please, tell me you have lube somewhere."

Jaime closed his eyes with a shiver at that touch, Dean's gruff voice turning him on just as much as his body. "Khaj," he breathed, shifting a little.

To answer Dean's request, one of those alien tendrils had slid down Jaime's back and now press down to where Dean's fingers were. It dripped with a cool lubricant as it curled playfully around those fingers, arching back to stimulate Jaime at the same time.

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