khajidatass | Despiértate

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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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A smile curved his lips when he heard the name whispered against them. Dean remembered it from the club and now he was pretty sure he hadn't been just drunk and hallucinating. Kind of a relief, really, since his hallucinations didn't usually tend toward the insect sort when they did happen.

Dean turned his head and nipped slowly down the edge of Jaime's jaw, pausing near the man's ear to murmur softly, "Khaji can come out to play, too. We had a good time last night."

Then he continued his way down Jaime's neck, his hips starting a slow grind down against Jaime's.

Jaime's brow furrowed even as his eyes slipped closed, conflicted between the desire to indulge in all this and to protect his secret. His hand curved around Dean's waist to push them closer. He could hardly consider lying while that mouth was on him. And that suggestion was sounding really good right then.

Khaji nudged him from the back of his mind. It was a light but eager push which told Jaime that the scarab wanted out too. Propping himself up on his elbow, Jaime leaned in to Dean's body while lifting his back up off the bed. "You're unusually cool with such weird shit," Jaime breathed as a couple limbs slunk out from behind him, curling over his shoulders to follow the path Dean's kisses took.

"You have no idea," Dean answered back, looking up to flash a grin at Jaime. The grin widened a little when he saw Khaji's legs over Jaime's shoulders. It felt so good to know he wasn't crazy. Well, no more than usual.

His mouth returned to its work. When he reached Jaime's chest, he moved to tease at one nipple, scraping his teeth against it and soothing it with the tip of his tongue.

An alien limb decided to follow suit, cool metal stimulating the unattended nipple to mimic Dean's tongue. Somehow, having the scarab involved made Jaime's body react faster. The nubs immediately grew stiff along with a similar reaction below his waist.

"Guys," Jaime groaned as he let his head fall back, "Isn't it a little early for this?" Well, it was about noontime, but the comment was hardly an actual complaint anyway. Jaime's legs spread reflexively, knees lifting as his his chest rose and fell with quickened breath.

That chirruping sound that rang out in his mind could only be Khaji laughing.

Dean was laughing, too, his breath puffing across Jaime's skin. That was an odd complaint. Too early for sex? Never!

"I'm of the opinion that it's never too late and it's never too early. Any time is exactly the right time for sex." Dean pressed his lips to Jaime's nipple and sucked hard for a minute, working his tongue against the stiff nub. Then he released it and started nipping his way down lower.

His hands rubbed at Jaime's hips while his mouth meandered down to its destination. Then he settled himself between Jaime's legs and leaned down to lap at his hardening cock slow and lazy. Might as well take his time since neither of them had anywhere to be.

//Agreed. You simply must get us laid more, Jaime//

"Well I'm of the opinion tha-aha!" Oh my, that felt familiar. Jaime moaned as his nipple was sucked harder before mumbling dazedly, "That you horny bastards are way too good for me."

His muscles twitched as Dean went lower, heart skipping a beat as he finally started on Jaime's cock. The slow, easy licks brought Jaime to full length as he fell back on the bed, hands gripping the sheets below them. His first instinct was to reach down to stroke himself or push Dean's head lower, make this go faster. His arms, however, seemed unable to move. He blinked, realizing a couple legs had his wrists pinned on either side of his head.

Jaime groaned at something the scarab said, "'Not getting off that easy'? Khaji you're horrible." In true superhero fashion, the bug had been working on his puns.

Dean laughed again when Jaime repeated Khaji's pun. That was pretty terrible, but it was funny. Accurate, too. Dean was happy to let Khaji hold Jaime down while he tormented him.

In all the best ways, of course.

Dean's lips wrapped around the head of Jaime's cock and sucked soft and teasing. His tongue traced around the tip a few times and teased into the slit before he very slowly took Jaime down deeper.

Jaime could only moan at those frustratingly light licks--despite his efforts to do more. Jaime knew the scarab was stronger than he was; though inexperienced with such things, he was actually very open to the restraint. Opening himself to the will of another person was surprisingly liberating. After his failed attempt to hide Khaji, it was a relief to put his trust in both his partner and their new acquaintance.

That said, one couldn't quite help what came on reflex. With each movement of that tongue, Jaime tugged futilely at his arms, muscles clenching as he arched his back. He shook his head, trying to shed the over-excited feeling which made him keep trying to get out from under Khaji's bonds. The scarab remained gentle but firm with him.

As he felt his cock sink deeper into soft warmth, he couldn't help but thrust upward, taking advantage of the freedom he still had over his hips.

It was a hell of a turn on to feel the way Jaime's body moved with each failed attempt to break free. Dean was actually very fond of restraining and being restrained, and he could tell Jaime was getting into it. Hell, one of the best part of being tied down was pulling at the bonds.

Dean's hands rubbed at Jaime's inner thighs while his mouth moved along his cock. Jaime's thrust didn't surprise him and he relaxed his jaw, letting the other man's hips roll a few times. Then he moved his hands to Jaime's hips and pressed him down to keep him still. He wasn't opposed to letting a guy fuck his mouth, but he wasn't quite done teasing yet.

He took Jaime down as deep as possible and then paused, sucking slightly and holding him there.

And here Jaime never thought he'd be cursing those damned strong muscles Dean had. He'd enjoyed getting to indulge in the feeling of Dean's mouth around him, and a breathless, throaty whine escaped him as his hips were stopped.

"Dean. Dean, c'mon," He said in between quiet grunts as he kept trying to move his arms or hips. The mouth around him, already driving him crazy with so little action, promised of more.

If nothing else, Jaime could shift his legs impatiently, lift his chest off the bed slightly in hopes of releasing this pent up energy he had. Of course, it wouldn't be enough and only succeeded in making the human writhe like some enticing dance to get Dean to go further.

Dean chuckled softly and drew back off slowly. "Impatient. You said you didn't have anywhere to go."

Maybe it was a little cruel, but he couldn't help it. Jaime looked so tempting laying there, writhing like he was. Dean wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and drew the tip into his mouth once more. His tongue worked against the tip teasingly before he started to bob his head slowly, moving up and down along the shaft. His other hand continued to hold Jaime's hips down for now.

Jaime groaned and shivered as Dean pulled away, as if he felt cold all over from having his needy length exposed. "Not fair," was all he could respond, voice somehow both humorous and begging.

As Dean started up again, Jaime's breath came faster. The ministrations were still tame, but better than being denied any contact. His hips still attempted the occasional jump whenever Dean's mouth came closer to the base of him.

Jaime was only slightly aware of another robotic tendril which snaked its way up to his mouth. On instinct, he tried to get his lips around it. It darted playfully away, continuing to circle around the lips and occasionally allowing Jaime to catch it between his teeth while the human drew his head higher to brush his tongue against it. Jaime lost himself to the gentle touches, allowing his body to be drawn to wherever Dean and Khaji wanted.

It was all too easy to fall into just enjoying the motions. Dean loved the way his lips felt stretched around Jaime's cock and the weight of it against his tongue when he moved along the shaft. He moaned softly and sucked harder, his own hips grinding down against the bed reflexively in response to the jump in arousal.

Soon, Dean decided he'd tortured Jaime enough and he moved his hands away. One settled beside Jaime's hips, bracing himself slightly above him. The other hand rested lightly on his hip and gave an encouraging tug to get him moving again.

Jaime was all too willing to oblige that guiding movement, immediately thrusting his hips upward. He gasped as he felt his shaft again surround and sliding by the wet heat. He wasn't sure whether it was Khaji or the force of his sudden rise in pleasure which allowed it, but he got one of his hands free from the alien limb.

He reached down to cup Dean's cheek and then comb his fingers through his brown hair, giving a small tug while he pushed himself back and forth into the skilled mouth. Pleasure sharpened by the slow teasing, it wasn't long before his moans went higher-pitched and his thrusts grew quicker and more urgent. He held his hips up, shuddering against Dean's mouth with his climax.

Dean's eyes rolled up to watch Jaime when he felt the hand in his hair. He could tell Jaime was getting close and he wanted to watch his face when the came. While Jaime moved, Dean's hand continued to rub gently at his hip and over his stomach.

When he felt Jaime climax, Dean gripped his hips again and held him down deep, sucking and swallowing around him to draw it out. After Jaime settled back down, Dean pulled off him and licked his lips and crawled up to lay beside him, grinning and quite pleased with himself.

"Still too early for this?" He asked playfully, stroking a hand down the nearest of Khaji's legs and Jaime's chest.

The way Dean held him and kept sucking made Jaime continue to moan and twitch into his orgasm. He sagged back against the bed as his pleasure waned, panting contentedly and closing his eyes. Mind still abuzz with gratification, he laughed lightly as he turned to Dean, "I'm not complaining."

Jaime held the tip of Dean's chin, bringing him close so he could kiss him. Meanwhile, that limb pressed back against Dean's hand, curling around it in a light grip.

Dean leaned happily into the kiss, pressing in close. His body molded nicely along Jaime's side. Maybe it was weird for him to be this comfortable with a stranger -- and his space alien friend -- but, Dean was pretty comfortable laying there. Even with one of those wandering legs curling around his hand. His hand returned the grip lightly, fingertips stroking along the smooth metal.

When the kiss ended, he grinned. "Yeah, that was definitely not a complaint."

"Well I do try," he had to laugh. "More of a compliment really," Jaime peppered a few light kisses along Dean's mouth, "Or a thank you. Didn't think I'd ever see someone OK with all the weird."

His hands travelled over Deans chest and stomach, exploring more out of interest than sexual intent. They settled for running up and down his hips, coming close to dipping inbetween his legs but always returning to feel along those abs. "Do you sleep with aliens often?"

"I have a long history with weird, but aliens are new." He breathed a sigh, moving to press into the touches. The way Jaime's hands skirted around where he really wanted them made him groan softly and push in closer. Tease.

"Never slept with one that I'm aware of until now."

[[Sorry about the delay. Game and RL have commanded most of my attention recently]]

"You should tell me about that some time," Dean looked like a normal human. But then, so did many of the unusual people Jaime knew. Anyway, this wasn't quite the time for swapping weird stories.

Jaime had to smile at the way the strong body before him reacted to his touch. It reminded him the man still needed some attention. He hefted himself up over Dean so he was straddling him. As he ground his hips backward onto Dean's shaft, an alien limb traveled down to press against the underside of it, trapping the length between flesh and metal.

((That's alright. I've been game hunting myself, so I understand.))

"Sometime," he agreed, the word breathed out on a groan when he found himself underneath Jaime. His hips thrust eagerly to meet the motion of Jaime's hips. The cool metal of Khaji's leg was a stark contrast to the heat of Jaime's body and it just made Dean's cock more sensitive.

His hands slipped down to hold Jaime's hips while his body moved with him. His breath picked up in pace, coming a little shorter and faster.

Jaime bit his lip with a smile as he watched Dean below him, his hands took to exploring the man's body again. One smoothed down abs and raked its nails against skin--the other brushed against Dean's neck and cheek before tilting to press a couple fingers against his lips.

Meanwhile, the leg against Dean's shaft moved up and down it, pressing the shaft roughly against Jaime every once in a while before returning to gentle glides which would swirl around the tip. A second leg dipped down to slide along his sac, passing that as it pressed teasingly against Dean's entrance.

Dean sank back into the mattress, eagerly twisting and moving underneath Jaime, responding to his touches. His lips parted at the touch of Jaime's fingers and his tongue lapped at those fingertips.

Khaji's touches were driving him a little crazy. In response, his legs slipped down from Jaime's waist and rested his feet on the bed, knees bent and legs wider apart.

Jaime slowed his own movements, hips making only slow, lazy thrusts against Dean's. Enjoying the feel of his tongue however, Jaime did go ahead and push his fingers further into Dean's mouth.

Meanwhile, that leg took the invitation to slide shallowly into the man, stretching and slicking the run of muscles at it's leisure. The coil metal soon grew warner from the heat of the flesh surrounding it, and it pressed in deeper, continuing to undulate and giving the occasional shiver. Jaime's fingers moved in and out of Dean's mouth in time with Khaji's movements. The human contented himself with watching the reactions he and his symbiote were getting.

Dean's lips closed around Jaime's fingers. He sucked teasingly at them, his tongue stroking along the undersides.

The touch of the metal leg was strange, but he got used to it fairly quickly. The way it moved inside him wasn't like anything else he'd felt before. It was hard to concentrate on much else. Fortunately, he didn't need to concentrate to continue working over Jaime's fingers. That was a near automatic reaction.

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