khajidatass | Despiértate

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Despiértate

//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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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.

//I like this human//

"I think you mentioned that before, escarabajo," Jaime smiled, enjoying the soft licks and sucks. He idly circled and pinched a nipple with his other hand as he pressed his fingers down against the flat of Dean's tongue. "Worth repeating though."

The limb inside him kicked up its movements, twisting and curling away within the man to stretch him in several different ways simultaneously. As it began a steady thrust in and out, the narrow tip of it swirled around against the hot walls, experimental, searching.

Hazy eyes opened and fixed on Jaime's face when Dean heard him speak. He gave a curious look, but his mouth was otherwise occupied so he couldn't ask what he was talking about.

Dean's body arched up into Jaime's teasing touch on his nipple and down against Khaji's limb. All the various points of contact and stimulation caused him to twist and writhe, trying to get more of it all. Eager whimpers escaped him when Khaji brushed the best spots inside him, causing his hips to jerk and grind down harder against the leg.

Jaime laughed lightly at the look Dean him; getting just one side of a conversation could be confusing. He settled that by bending low over the other human to breathe into his ear, "Khaji likes you—in case you couldn't tell." To punctuate that last part, the limb at Dean's shaft curled snugly around it and pumped smoothly. The end of the limb swirled and slicked along his tip.

Meanwhile, the scarab noted each pleasure point which drew the strongest reactions. The robotic tendril began a rougher thrusting, aiming at those most intense spots intently. Continuing to pinch and stroke Dean's nipple, Jaime bent to suck roughly at the tan neckline, drawing his tongue all along the strong muscles and biting eagerly at the skin.

Somehow, Dean was definitely getting the idea that Khaji liked him. It was difficult to concentrate on any one thing, there was so much going on. The second Dean focused on Jaime's mouth making delightful marks on his neck, a thrust from Khaji drove the thought right out of his head. All he could do was squirm and moan, desperate and so close to the edge.

The closer he got, the harder he sucked at the fingers teasing against his tongue. He gave a muffled, strangled cry when he came, his body arching and moving through it for what seemed like forever. All the stimulation from Jaime and his alien friend drew it out much longer than he expected.

For a moment, Jaime felt Dean thrust, twist, and contract around the legs as if they were his own limbs. Khaji was enjoying this just as much as the other human; Jaime could tell from the warm, pleasures buzz muddling the back of his mind—a sort of feedback from his symbiote's mental climax. It made Jaime groan against Dean's neck, relief flooding his mind as if he were comig done from his own orgasm.

Khaji gently removed his limbs from Dean's body, along with Jaime freeing the human's mouth for him to press a chaste kiss against. He sank down, half relaxing against Dean and half holding himself up with his elbows so the man could breathe.

//Can we keep him?// Jaime had to chuckle softly at the happily dazed little question. Probably not.

"Mmmm..." Dean sighed happily into the kiss, his lips a little lax just like the rest of his body. It was rare that he found himself so thoroughly fucked that he just melted afterward. Man, if all trips to that club ended this well, he was going to become a regular.

He nudged Jaime's elbow lightly to get him to relax completely. It would be nice to feel more of his weight and heat against him. "M'not fragile."

Jaime smirked, obediently shifting over Dean as he muttered "No wonder he likes you so much. The scarab tends to tire me out quickly."

//You need to work on your endurance//

Jaime shook his head as he settled into a comfortable position--hips nestled against Dean's, legs entangled with the others, and chin propped up on his shoulder. His arm curled over Dean's and up to run his fingers idly through the man's hair.

//And you are unusually prone to post-coital affection compared to the average human male// Jaime was a cuddler. So sue him.

"Nice to have another human in bed."

"I'm not sure how you manage to ever leave the room with all this available to you." Dean chuckled and slipped both arms around Jaime once he was settled. The fingers of one hand lightly stroked the central spot on Jaime's spine where Khaji's legs emerged.

He was actually pretty prone to cuddling, too, not that he'd ever admit to it as such. It was: sharing body heat, conserving bed space, or physically unable to move so I'm just going to lay here and try not to purr. Never cuddling.

"You don't date much, I gather?" Dean cracked one eye open and peered at Jaime curiously. He seemed like a pretty decent guy, so Dean had to wonder why the solitude. Unless it was because of his hitchhiker. Which, he supposed, he could understand. He tended to stick to one night stands for similar, less-than-believable reasons.

"Nope," Jaime answered with more of a smile than he normally would have. With Dean's fingertips traveling pleasantly over Khaji's surface, the scarab was sending a warm, relaxing vibration right into Jaime's brain. Yeah, the bug was pretty much purring, and it made his human's eyes go unfocused and his mouth rattle off more than usual.

"Even if the freaky robot alien sex weren't a problem for normal people, the super-lifestyle isn't exactly suitable to romance. And I've never been a fan of anonymous sex, so my options are--Fzzzt," he made a passive, slicing motion with his hand. Sighing contentedly, the implications of that last part on their current little encounter were obviously lost on him.

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