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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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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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"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..."

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"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.

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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.

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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.