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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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?"

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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."

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"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."

"Never been very good with the secret part anyway, as you may have noticed," Jaime laughed, stubble scratching Dean's skin lightly. "It's a miracle I got through high school without have the faculty figuring it out."

//As far as you know anyway//

He ignored that comment.
"Do you need a secret identity for ghost busting?" Jaime asked only a little teasingly; the curiosity was mutual.

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"Me? Several." The scratch of stubble didn't bother him a bit. He chuckled and combed a hand through Jaime's hair. "I've been an FBI agent, a police officer, highway patrol, homeland security..."

The last person he admitted any of this to had politely asked him to leave and not come back. Jaime seemed to be a little less prone to startling. "Sometimes, to get the job done, I have to cut a few corners."

He gave a low whistle, actually a little impressed, "Those are some serious fraud charges right there." He could hardly protest the legality of it, considering he regularly participated in vigilantism—even heroes weren't always well liked by the official authorities. Besides, if Dean protected people, then the ends justified the means.

"Think I'd be too nervous to pull off that kind of act. Full-body alien armor isn't exactly made for stealth either," he mused, "You haven't been caught in a lie yet?"

"Nah. Well, nothing major. Nothing I couldn't talk my way out of." Or run from, if the situation necessitated it. There were a few cops here and there who might like a second crack at him, but he did his best to make sure they didn't get that chance.

"How about you? Any problems with the heroing gig?"

"Just the usual balancing act: capes, classes, and the general lack of social life between those." Jaime smiled, it was kind of interesting to talk about this stuff with someone new--his friends and family were used to hearing about it, and his teammates usually just reminded him the struggles were part of the job.

"I probably would've haven even found that club last night if I hadn't been on patrol. Why I actually went in is beyond me," his brow furrowed in thought. The whole memory loss thing was just a little worrisome.

"Sounds like a pain to work around." Dean knew all about that balance. Well, except the school part. Dean had never really been into school very much. Besides, Sam was the brains in the family. Dean was the muscle.

"Yeah. I don't actually remember going in, to be honest." Not that the night hadn't been awesome -- what he could remember of it -- but, it still would have been nice to be clear on the 'whys' and the 'hows'.

"Not gonna lie... kinda thinking about going back sometime."

Jaime smirked, only slightly incredulous, "You really are used to the weird stuff."

He shook his head, lightly drumming his fingertips over Dean's shoulder in idle thought, "That place might be a bit intense for me."

//Intense is fun. You can't deny that//

"Khaji, on the other hand, seems to be about on your page," Jaime mused with a grinning sigh, "The bug's just a little more adventurous than I am."

Dean laughed and let his fingers play lightly over the scarab on Jaime's back. Hey, it was good to have an ally!

"Then you should go back with me. Khaji and I will protect you." He grinned and wiggled a little closer, his free hand smoothing down Jaime's side. "See what else they have there that we might find entertaining. Unless you want to put on another show..."

Jaime couldn't help but turn red at the thought of his little 'performance' back at the club, something he never would have done in his right mind. "H-hey, that was just the once... OK, twice if you count the guy I screwed around with in the middle of the mainroom." Jaime realized he hadn't even bothered to get the name of that guy afterwards; which was almost stranger than the whole sexy-alien-show. This was some strange place if it could make him act like that.

"I'm not even really into the exhibition thing. Not out loud anyway." Jaime sounded more surprised, vaguely curious, than anything. After all, being pushed out of his comfort zone had led to where he was now; he could hardly complain about that, because he was already starting to second guess his decision against the club.

Hey, that performance was one of Dean's favorite memories! Dean wasn't ready to forget about it anytime soon. "Oh yeah? That sounds like a story worth hearing..." He didn't know there was another show in the main room he'd missed. Damn. Maybe next time.

"Apparently you are now." Dean grinned and cupped his chin to bring his face up and kiss him. "I am too, though, so it works out."

"I kinda," he faltered, almost wishing he could either remember all of the previous night or none of it, "I guess I led a guy around the dance floor while jerking him off?"

//I helped// Oh, yes. Bugsuit and all. Maybe the memory loss wasn't so bad if it meant no one would remember seeing The Blue Beetle making an appearance at a sex club.

Honestly, he would have been mortified--if not for that skilled mouth against his, reminding him of how good it had felt. "I'll admit," he muttered in between little pecks to Dean's lips and cheeks, "It was nice to just let go, screw the secret identity, and show off a little."

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