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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?

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"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.

Dean moaned when he felt the cool metal tease around his fingertips. He stroked the tendril lightly for a moment and then used the slippery lubricant Khaji provided to start working a finger slowly inside Jaime.

"He's handy to have around," Dean breathed against Jaime's neck as he nipped at the other man's skin. "I'm gonna get spoiled."

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Jaime groaned, enjoying the attention Dean paid to his neck even while his focus was drawn to that finger inside him. "You're the spoiled one?" He smiled and let himself relax as it pressed into him, gentle but almost frustratingly slow.

Khaji's limb slid upwards in the meanwhile, gliding along Jaime's skin before moving to wrap lightly around Dean's cock.

A little frustration was part of the fun. It made the anticipation stronger. Dean was momentarily distracted by the sudden pressure around his cock. He groaned softly and pushed into Khaji's grip a little.

"We'll call it mutual spoiling, then..." As soon as he could, he slipped a second finger inside Jaime, curling them and searching for his prostate to tease.

Jaime breathed deep as he was stretched a little more, giving a faint chuckle as he felt Dean probing with obvious intent. Knees lifting so he could plant his feet on the bed and keep his legs spread, he lifted his hips to guide those touches to the right spot.

Khaji, meanwhile, was deftly gliding the slick tip of that tendril along Dean's cock, as if trying to compete for Dean's attention. In fact, it started a strong pump at the base of his length just when a passioned, gravelly moan came from Jaime's throat. Jaime inadvertently dug his nails into Dean's ass as he eagerly ground his own down on Dean's fingers.

It was definitely becoming difficult to focus on just Jaime when Khaji was being so very distracting. Dean shuddered and gasped, rocking his hips harder into that delicious squeezing sensation. Fuck, that was good. Coupled with Jaime's fingernails digging into his ass and the hot, tight squeeze of Jaime's body around his fingers and Dean was fighting to stay on track with what he was doing.

He leaned down and kissed Jaime hard, fingers taking up a faster, harder motion in response to Jaime's eager movements.

Moaning deeply into that kiss, Jaime's middle tensed Dean drove his pleasure higher. With every thrust of Dean's fingers, he lets out a slightly louder grunt. Toes curling and breath coming ragged between moans and groans, he could definitely just get off like this; he wasn't sure he wanted to without getting to feel Dean inside him, but he could.

Khaji, of course, was rather better at staying focused. The robotic limb unwound itself from Dean's cock. Though it kept swirling and stimulating the head. The scarab could get off just from Jaime's pleasure, but he enjoyed playing a little as well.

At some point, Dean was going to want to see Jaime get off just like this. Right now, though, what he wanted most was to fuck him right into the mattress. Of course, he was also very much enjoying Khaji's attention to his cock.

"Your friend's distracting me," Dean panted against Jaime's lips when he pulled back from the kiss. He slipped his fingers out and reached the hand down to wrap around the teasing limb and try to guide it up higher where he could give it a teasing lick. At the same time, he pushed his hips forward, slowly sinking into Jaime.

Jaime could only groan as the fingers left him empty--gasping and squeezing his eyes shut as he was filled again. He was hot around the cock, ringed muscles alternately tensing and relaxing around it. He hooked a leg over Dean's waist as his hands fell uselessly to the bed, gripping and pulling at the blankets.

The stiff length nestled inside him and Dean's tongue against the alien limb, already had the human gasping and chewing his lip in anticipation. That tendril wriggled a little to brush along Dean's lips then curl back against his tongue to mimic its movements.

Once he was fully inside Jaime, Dean paused a moment just to savor the feeling of Jaime's body tight and so hot around him. He could stay like that for a long time, except that the need to move was almost overwhelming. The way Jaime's body was clutching at him just made him want more.

Dean's hips started up a slow pace, pulling out almost completely and then thrusting in deep again. his lips parted at Khaji's touch and he wrapped them around the tip of that tendril, sucking rhythmically with each thrust of his hips.

The agonizing time Dean was taking to thrust dragged Jaime's pleasure out so he shook every time he was filled again. Combined with the sucking he could faintly feel through Khaji, this slow progression had him reaching up to claw against Dean's chest, voice cracking as he moaned freely.

Needing more, he wrapped his other leg around Dean's hips and pushed back, angling himself so Dean could get at his prostrate again. His moans were starting to turn into light cries of pleasure as he gripped his legs tighter around him, encouraging faster, harder, deeper thrusts.

As much as he was enjoying the slow build, Dean couldn't keep it up for long. Soon, with Jaime's urging, he was thrusting harder and faster. His hips angled up on each one, grinding up into him, working at hitting the prostate again each time.

The sucking took up the same pace, his lips tightening around the tendril's shaft with each grind and his tongue stroking the cool, smooth metal. It was definitely a turn on to finally have a way of satisfying his oral fixation while still enjoying a really good fuck. He was definitely enjoying the hell out of this. It wasn't something he would soon forget.

Each thrust, striking that sensitive spot inside him, pierced electric pleasure straight up his spine, forcing desperate, cries out of his lungs. His back arched, muscles tensing as Dean pushed him ever closer to climax.

Khaji kept the limb going at a light thrust to match Dean's sucking and licking, pressing down on his tongue and occasionally gliding the tip around it. Jaime's sounds grew more urgent as he breathlessly started to call out Dean's name. Heated and lightheaded, he could hardly warn the other of how close he was.

Dean was nearly there himself. It was difficult to hold back with so much going on around him. He was moaning eagerly around Khaji's limb, enjoying the way it played against his tongue.

Jaime's cries sent sparks through him and each one pushed him closer and closer to his own edge. He couldn't stop himself from thrusting harder, faster... each grind of his hips took his breath away.

Finally, he had the presence of mind to slip a hand between them and wrap it around Jaime's cock, jerking him as steadily as he could while he moved.

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