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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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.

"I know all about incompatible lifestyles." Dean agreed, still absently petting Khaji and smoothing his other hand up and down Jaime's side. Then again, he didn't have an alien symbiote living on his spine, so he supposed he couldn't really complain quite as much.

"Good thing we're not anonymous, though, huh?" He teased lightly. Dean wasn't too good at figuring out what the future would hold, romantically. Usually because there was no future for him. It was interesting to think he might be able to tell Jaime the truth and still be able to see him again afterward.

"You know what I mean," Jaime took to tracing his fingers along neck and shoulder muscles, eyes going half-lidded as the scarab continued to hum happily, "First names aren't much to go on." If he were pushing things, he wasn't aware of it.

Jaime looked up with a smug grin, "The scarab isn't exactly something I normally share on first meeting--"

//Not on purpose anyway//

"Your turn: if it's not aliens, what makes you weird enough to not run for the hills at sight of a horny alien bug? As far as Khaji can tell, you're a normal human." The alien dreamily spoke something into Jaime's mind, "Hah, right--normal besides the superhuman sexual prowess."

Jaime had a point. First names weren't anything. Dean rarely gave his real one, anyway. Might not have last night if he hadn't been so whacked out on whatever the hell was in those drinks.

He laughed at the compliment, plenty vain enough to enjoy the ego stroke. "Honestly? Ghosts, werewolves, wendigos... monsters. I hunt them and keep them from killing people."

Dean grinned a little. "And before you tell me I'm crazy, let me remind you that you and your horny alien bug friend just fucked me silly."

He wasn't going to call Dean crazy, but that still made Jaime raise an eyebrow. He'd dealt with magic before, foes with god-tier power, and he even had a buddy who'd sold their soul to the devil for superpowers.

That said, "I'll concede that the alien thing is pretty out there. And my first girlfriend was actually a witch. But ghosts sound like a bit of a stretch." Jaime returned the smile with his own, challenging grin, "Don't suppose you have... I dunno, a jar of ectoplasm or something to prove it?"

"'Fraid not. I tend to destroy the ones I come across. And I don't have a jumpsuit or a proton pack." He was used to skepticism. It was a step up from open hostility or running away, which was the usual reaction.

"First girlfriend was a witch, huh? How'd that work out?"

[[ooc: heads up. There's a chance my tags may grow slower to come in the upcoming weeks with longer hours and classes starting]]

Darn. A proton pack would have been cool. Jaime smiled as the scarab muttered something about being an involuntary dork-magnet.

"Good," he answered readily, things had ended with Traci on a nice, mutual note, so it wasn't a difficult thing to talk about, "For a while. We were both in the hero business, so the secret ID thing wasn't a problem. She just, ah," how to put this? "She wasn't a bug person."

((ooc: No problem. Take your time. And SORRY! Wrong account.))

"Huh. Her loss." Dean shrugged. It really wasn't his business why Jaime dated a witch or why he was single now. He was just curious about the guy. Dean met a lot of interesting people in his work, but not quite as interesting as Jaime.

"I'll agree with you on the secret ID shit, though. That's rough to work around."

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