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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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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.

Dean's hand around him made Jaime moan and writhe even stronger, hips working double-time to both force himself down harder onto Dean's cock and up into his firm grip. He had a few seconds of desperate, horrible bliss being caught just before his orgasm, before it shot through him, muscles tensing and scarab sending out little sparks along his back.

He was gasping as his nails raked harshly down Dean's sides, still squeezing his legs around his hips to keep those thrusts going throughout his climax. Throat hoarse, muscles burning, and lip bleeding from biting down on it too hard, Jaime was in heaven.

Dean couldn't have stopped if he wanted to. His body was on auto-pilot, hips hammering into Jaime in a desperate push toward his own climax. The motion of his hips stuttered when he came, the smooth, controlled motion lost under the onslaught.

After what seemed like forever, Dean finally slowed to a stop. He let Khaji's limb slip from his mouth and he slumped down against Jaime, breathing raggedly.

He had to pant for breath under each of those thrusts, small near-whimpering moans coming out on each exhale. When the movements slowed, Jaime shifted his hips to allow Dean to pull out of him; he shuddered at the emptiness, his skin still tingling in the afterglow of his orgasm.

He blinked dazedly as Dean rested against him, humming a tired kiss into the side of his neck. The strong thrum of a heartbeat close to his own was comforting, and he relaxed with the pleasant weight on him. "Fuck, you're good," he mumbled smiling against his skin, blissfully unable to form anything more than monosyllabic.

A breathless chuckle was the best answer he could manage for a moment. Dean had ego enough to be completely confident in his abilities, but it was still good to hear it once in a while.

When he could speak again, he turned a little so that he could see Jaime's face. "I was thinking the same thing about you."

Jaime sighed, coming in close to lock his lips over Dean's. His mouth, of course, went a little slack half way through as his eyes slipped closed. "Should probably get up eventually..." he said even as his head fell back against the bed, tilted to keep his lips against Dean's cheek. It was funny to think he hadn't even gotten out of bed yet, and he was exhausted.

"Mmm... yeah. Breakfast at least. Now that we've worked up an appetite." Dean flashed him a playful grin and then shifted over to lay on the bed beside him, rather than keeping his weight on him. His arm stayed slung out across Jaime's chest and his body pressed in against his side. No real motivation to move very far right now.

Jaime groaned, "Don't remind my stomach of food. Then I'll have to leave this bed." Between the club, the shock of finding a stranger next to him, and the subsequent rounds of sex (which definitely got him over that shock), the fact that he hadn't had a proper meal since about noontime the previous day had been forgotten. Now he was starting to feel hungry just thinking about a warm breakfast.

He shifted along with Dean, turning so his back was toward him. The scarab, now a flat form on his back, hummed with a glowing warmth against Dean's chest.

"Can't help it, dude. My stomach started it." Dean had always had a healthy appetite. Appetites. Many of them. The sex one had been sufficiently satisfied for the moment. Food was next on his list.

On the other hand, he was pretty damn comfortable where he was. He pressed in against Jaime's back, giving a contented sigh at the warmth from the scarab on Jaime's back. "Maybe five more minutes..."

Edited (I'm a spelling genius. ) 2012-09-09 23:00 (UTC)

"Mm, ten more minutes?" Jaime smirked, enjoying the curve of muscles behind him. He lifted his hand to run it along that arm that was curved around him, giving an idle squeeze.

Jaime really wasn't used to going for multiple rounds of sex, and he guessed the morning's efforts combined with whatever happened last night drained his stamina reserves pretty thoroughly. He managed to keep his eyes open a crack, muttering something about how he needed to sexually get back into, before they finally refused to stay open.

Dean laughed softly at that and nodded, rubbing his chin against the back of Jaime's shoulder. "Alright, ten."

It wasn't like he was in any hurry. Food was one of his greatest loves, sure, but so was being curled up next to a hot body. He let a hand wander lightly up and down Jaime's side as he settled in.

He wished he could stay there for that long, focused on just the warmth of skin against him and the occasional hum of the scarab between them--like a tired sigh. He actually got to doze off for a little.

It only took a few minutes, of course, for his stomach to interrupt. Jaime furrowed his brow at the insistent rumble coming from his middle. "No, shut up. I want to spoon with the hot man some more," Jaime murmured in mock despair.

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