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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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"Or," Dean started as he let his hand wander a little more. Yeah, they'd just fucked pretty hard and he was still riding the high, but that didn't mean he couldn't have a little fun groping. "Maybe I'm trying to seduce you out of, and then back into, bed?"

No one said they had to stay up once they got there.

Jaime gave a quiet groan along with a slight roll of his hips, just encourage any more pressure he could get against Dean's touch. "Well, whatever you're doing, it's working." He craned his neck around to press a quick kiss against his lips.

"Quick breakfast then," he shifted to start getting out of bed, a little reluctant to leave the warm body, "Really quick if you keep pulling that sexy stuff you're so good at."

Dean kept his touch light for now. As interested as he was in getting Jaime going in every way possible, he also didn't like to start something he couldn't finish right away. A little teasing would, hopefully, be enough to encourage a quick return to the bedroom.

"Sounds like a good plan to me. And don't worry," he flashed Jaime a grin as he climbed out of bed. "I don't plan to quit any time soon."

"Hope you don't mind reheated leftovers," Jaime smiled back as he passed Dean on his way to the small kitchen, "because that's the fastest thing I can think of."

Despite not going to his dresser or closet, Jaime was wearing a pair of blue boxers. Dean may have noticed the words "GRAB" and "HERE" in black on the seat of the underwear. Khaji makes all of Jaime's clothes; sometimes he likes to have fun with them.

"I'll cook you migas some time when you're not being so hot," he laughed.

"Oh, don't worry. I'll eat anything as long as it's not good for me," Dean answered cheerfully, eyeing Jaime's ass from behind as he followed. Grab, huh? He could totally do that!

"What's migas?" He asked as he casually moved up behind the other man and grabbed a double handful of his backside.

"Oh, fried tortilla, eggs, whatever meat and vegetables I feel like--" was about all he got out before he cut himself off with a surprised noise which most definitely was not a squeal.... The sudden firm grasp on his ass just caught him off guard is all. Khaji laughed at the way he jumped.

"You know," he laughed, hesitant to take another step away from Dean, "As distracting as this is, I'm not sure I want you to let go now."

The talk of food sounded good, but Dean enjoyed the sound -- it was most definitely a squeal -- much more. He laughed and squeezed. "Who's distracting? I'm just following direction. Your shorts said to grab..."

He leaned in and nuzzle Jaime's neck playfully. "Suppose you can still manage breakfast?"

It was a yelp at best, and a decidedly manly one at that.

"My blue undies so alluring they call out to you?" Jaime joked, not yet realizing that they literally said to grab. He did notice the scarab feeling awfully self-satisfied.

"I think I can handle a microwave," he said as he went for the refrigerator to figure out what he had around. Feeling Dean's grip on him and breath against his neck, Jaime was certainly glad he didn't have to actually cook. Stoves and knives were dangerous things while he couldn't help twitching and leaning into those touches.

"In a manner of speaking." Dean gave another squeeze and chuckled, nibbling at the back of Jaime's neck. As long as he could function with Dean groping him from behind, then Dean wasn't inclined to stop. He dipped his head to swipe his tongue playfully across the scarab on Jaime's back.

"Remember we said a quick breakfast..."

Jaime actually had to grip the side of the fridge as he felt Dean's tongue against the scarab, humming as he tried not to bite his own tongue. It really didn't help that Khaji never had to wait to be ready for sex again--and was getting impatient.

At that point, Jaime was willing to forgo the microwave as well. He turned around, closing the refrigerator door behind him and effectively breaking contact with Dean. "Eat fast then," he smirked as he handed Dean a couple pieces of cold pizza and took a bite of his own. He took a few steps away, just to discourage any more of that teasing; they should save the groping for bed, right?

//According to my calculations, kitchen counter-top provides sufficient space for coitus// Even if Jaime rolled his eyes at the scarab... Khaji kind of had a point.

Dean laughed when the pizza was shoved into his hands. Cold pizza for breakfast was nothing new for him. Besides, there really were things he'd rather be doing with their time, anyway.

"Alright, bossy." He grinned and sat unselfconsciously down at the table, watching Jaime as they ate. Since he hadn't bothered to get dressed when he climbed out of bed earlier, his interest in their groping and what would come after was pretty evident.

As much as hunger was biting at his middle, Jaime could hardly concentrate on food. Not while Dean's body was on display like that and Khaji was whispering suggestive things into his head and prodding experimentally at his pleasure-centers.

His boxers were hardly enough to hide his own stiffness. As soon as he had his pizza scarfed down, he found himself wanting to wrap his hand around himself and just get off to the sight of Dean watching him.

Dean ate more slowly, happy to stay on display and help tease Jaime. He wasn't completely sure what was going on inside Jaime's head, but from what he'd heard of the conversations with the scarab, he'd be willing to be he wasn't the only one doing the teasing right now. It was kind of fun to have a partner in crime who was equally as perverted as he was.

Dean's eyes stayed focused on the tented front of Jaime's boxers while he finished eating and then he sat back in the chair comfortably. He smiled a little, raising his gaze to Jaime's face. "You don't look like you're going to make it back to the bed."

Dean was probably right about Jaime warming up to exhibitionism, because seeing how he stares at his crotch seems to make him feel more needy. He wet his lips, attempting a nonchalant smirk as he looks down at himself.

"Maybe I don't need to," a hand travels down, fingertips grazing over his clothed length. "Maybe I decided you're taking too long, and I can take care of this myself," he glances back up, head still tilted down so he's looking at Dean through his lashes. Plenty turned on, but staying playful, he kind of wants Dean to know how frustrating it is having someone be so damn seductive at him.

Hopefully, Jaime can manage the sexy act while.

"Oh really?" Dean raised his eyebrows, very interested now. There was little he enjoyed more than a hot show and he was willing to bet that if Jaime put his mind to it he could put on a hell of a show.

"I guess I'll just have to wait until you're finished, then." Dean shrugged and slouched as he settled in comfortably. The only indication he was more eager than he seemed was his cock resting hard and hot against his belly. "Your house, your rules, right?"

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