Alex dresses quickly after leaving the showers, sprinting to the Gryffindor rooms to make it before curfew, hoping Justin doesn't notice him missing. His hair is still wet from the shower; he brushes it out of his eyes and knocks on your door.

Dean grins as he hears the knock at the door; he quickly covers up two bowls on his night table with a dark cloth. Darting across to the other side of his bed, he covers another large bowl with a cloth, then draws that side of the curtains so that it's no longer visible. He leaps into his bed, grabbing a book and pretends to read. "Come in." he calls, trying to sound as casual as he can.

Alex opens the door, coming inside and closing it behind him. He considers leaning against the door for a few moments and just watching you, but instead crosses the room and sits down at the edge of your bed, smiling over at you. "Hi there."

"Hey there, love." he mumbles from behind his book, trying desperately to conceal a giggle. "How was your day?"

"Good...." He chuckles. "Love, are you reading?"

"Yes...of course I'm reading. Lovely book." Dean snorts behind the book and tries to conceal it with a fake cough.

Alex chuckles again and scoots to side beside you, pretending to peek into the book. "You know, it does look interesting. I bet the reading would go a lot faster if it weren't upside down though..." He snorts with laughter.

Dean gives you a mock scowl. "Don't you know I always read like this...it's such a good exercise for the brain." he snickers.

"Right... Of course..." Choked out between laughs as he curls a hand at your neck and leans around you to kiss you, smiling against your lips and leaning back. "Exercised your brain enough for one night?"

"Mmm...I suppose." Dean tosses the book onto the floor carelessly. "It was about flobberworms anyway." he giggles. "I think, my dear...I might have something you want."

Alex rolls his eyes and smiles, kissing you again. "Take you this long to figure that out, eh?" He winks.

"Not that...well, okay...that too. But this is different...a surprise of sorts." Dean smiles at you sheepishly, a light blush creeping over his cheeks. "I set it up special...just for you."

Alex beams. "Oh... honey... He kisses your nose and turns to lean against the headboards, "Okay, I'm game. Do I need to close my eyes?"

"Yes...close them tightly, okay? And...hmmm..." Dean looks at you and ponders for a moment. He leans forward and tugs your shirt up, lifting it over your head. "That will help."

"You know you're one of the only people I would trust with my eyes closed..." He smiles brightly and leans in to kiss your forehead again, and then leans back and closes his eyes, running one hand down his chest to his stomach.

Dean's eyes roam over you appreciatively before turning instead to the curtain. He opens it quickly and draws the cloth off of the covered bowl. A bottle of champagne sits chilling on the ice that's filled the bowl; he turns the bottle slightly and grasps an ice cube between his index finger and thumb. He turns back to you with a wicked smile and holds the ice cube over your chest, letting a few cold drops hit your bare skin.

Alex almost opens his eyes, but forces himself to clench them tighter and shivers as the cold water hits him. "Mm... cold... mumbled, and he smiles up at you.I think I like this surprise."

Dean smiles and brings the melting ice cube to your chest, gently circling one of your nipples with it. He leans in and captures your lips with his own softly.

=Alex gasps as the ice touches his nipple and presses up toward you, moaning softly as you lean in to kiss him, the juxtaposition of the ice and your soft lips making his head spin. "mm...Love you."

Dean lets go of the ice cube, letting it slide down your chest. "Open your eyes, love." he whispers across your lips.

"Aw, surprise over?" He pretends to pout and then opens his eyes, locking them on yours and smiling, sliding a hand up your arm.

"Not even close, hun." Dean reaches over to his night table and opens the drawer, pulling out two fluted glasses. He hands them to you carefully and reaches to his other side for the bottle of champagne. "This is just the first bit."

Alex smiles and takes the glasses, pushing himself so he's sitting and holding them up so you can pour. "Champagne? That's romantic." He chuckles and smiles at you adoringly. "What did I do to deserve this?"

"Just being you is enough, isn't it." Dean twists out the cork carefully, trying not to shoot it across the room. "I was just feeling kinda...snuggly today I guess."

"Right... lovey... I read that." Still smiling over at you, eyes watching you softly. "Glad I'm the man who gets to enjoy that feeling with you..."

"And I'm terribly thankful every day that you love me." Dean smiles shyly and begins to pour out the champagne carefully.

"Mmm... so am I, love." He watches the champagne pouring, smiling softly.

Dean sets the bottle back into the ice gently. "Well, I'm going to let you make the toast. Then, I'm going to show you the rest of your surprise."

Alex looks down into the glass, then up at you shyly. "To..." He chuckles and thinks for a while, and then holds his glass up, "To you, and to love, and to this weekend in London, and to beating the hell out of Slytherin in quidditch." He smiles brightly and clinks his glass against yours.

Dean grins broadly. "To love...and us." he thinks quickly then adds "I hope you crush those bloody prats to bits."

Alex laughs aloud and then takes a large drink. "Cor, so do I. Justin is a slave driver." He smiles at you. "So... what was that about the rest of the surprise?"

Dean takes a quick sip of his drink before handing it back to you. "Well, you see....I harassed the house elves today..." he uncovers the two bowls on the night table and sets them next to you on the bed. "Warm chocolate syrup, and a bit of cool cream...they were terribly delighted to give it to me. They even gave me a bowl that keeps the syrup warm." Dean looks up at you lasciviously and dips his finger into the cream, swirling it around a bit before bringing it up to his lips and sucking the cream off slowly. "It's very good, love."

Alex chuckles, eyes darkening just a bit as he watches you lick the cream off, and takes another drink before setting the classes back by the bowl and dipping his own finger into the cream, licking it off slowly and smiling over at you. "Yes, it is."

With a sly smirk, Dean moves his hand over to the other bowl, letting two of his fingers swirl around in the warm, sticky chocolate. He lifts his fingers out of the bowl gingerly and brings them up to his lips; the excess syrup oozes between his fingers and over the back of his hand in a dark gooey trail. Slowly, he brings the two fingers into his mouth, sucking off the chocolate languidly. He moves his lips down to the gooey mess on the side of his hand, sweeping his pink tongue between his fingers, catching the last sticky remnants there.

Alex watches, eyes locked onto the motions as Dean teases him, and leans in to lick at the side of your mouth, catching a bit of chocolate there before sliding to your ear, nipping at it lightly. "You are such a tease." Whispered hoarse and low against your ear.

"What?" Dean asks innocently. "You like me this way...and you know it." he brings one of his fingers up to your lips slowly, just touching your lower lip with it. "Tell me what you want, angel."

"You... " Nipping on your ear again, a bit harder. "You to cover me in that chocolate and lick it off." Smiling against your neck and then nipping at your jaw line.

"Mmm...I was hoping that was what you were going to ask for." Dean smiles wryly and picks up the bowl, tipping it slightly and letting the chocolate drizzle over your chest in a random pattern. "My hands are a little sticky, love. You should really take off those pants."

Alex giggles and unsnaps his jeans, awkwardly sliding them and his boxers off while trying not to let the chocolate roll off his chest. When he's free of them he stretches out on the bed, smiling up at you. "This was a very good surprise..."

"I'm glad you think so, love." Dean brings the bowl back up over you, drizzling the chocolate over your stomach and down to your inner thighs. He stands up quickly and sheds his own clothing onto the floor. Slowly, he moves back over you, straddling your waist. He leans down to kiss your lips softly and give a gentle nip to the side of your jaw. Gazing at you intently, he lowers his face down to your chest, kissing lightly at first, but then lapping at a tiny puddle of chocolate on your collarbone.

"Gods... Dean" He sighs, smiling down at your head, moaning softly and letting his eyes flutter closed as you lick at him, gasping and shivering each time your teeth graze him, tangling his fingers in your hair. "Love you..."

Dean chuckles softly against your skin, trailing his tongue over to one nipple and licking off the sticky mess slowly. He slowly moves to the other, swirling his tongue around it and biting down gently. With a quick glance up at your face, he scoots down lower over your body, licking carefully at the tiny trails of chocolate on his way. He dips his tongue into your navel quickly, licking out a puddle that had gathered there.

Alex gasps and presses up against you as you bite at his nipples, tightening his hand harder in your hair, the other scratching at the duvet as he writhes, moaning softly as you move lower. He opens his eyes and looks down on you, eyes dark. "You are so beautiful..." Voice scratchy and low, heavy with need.

"Love you..." Dean whispers against your skin. He moves lower again, bypassing your erection to lick the chocolate off of your inner thighs with quick darts of his tongue. Kissing your hip gently, he raises his body back up to sit at your side. He dips his entire hand into the bowl of chocolate and lifts it back out carefully, watching your face for a reaction.

Alex watches your hand, and raises an eyebrow as well as he's able. "And what are you doing with that, love?" He slides his hand to cup your neck and pulls himself up to kiss you, sliding his tongue into your mouth to lick at the chocolate there, moaning into your mouth.

Dean presses his tongue back against yours gently. He reaches down with his chocolate-coated hand and grasps your cock slickly, pumping it slowly. "Just that." he whispers before devouring your mouth.

Alex gasps and practically pushes himself off the bed trying to push

against your hand. "Gods, Dean..." The warm chocolate and slowly pumping hand taking his breath right out of him. He kisses you again, passionately, searching your mouth thoroughly for chocolate traces and sliding his free hand down your chest to run his fingers over your cock, almost absently.

Dean moans softly against your mouth when you grasp his hard length. "Gods, Alex...how I need you..." he whispers breathily. His hand moves quickly over your cock, his lips pressing firmly against yours.

"Want your mouth first... please..." Voice almost begging, needy, before he kisses you again, hand wrapping more firmly around you and stroking, hips pressing into your hand.

Dean grins and brushes your hand away from his cock lightly. "Anything for you, my love." He scoots down beside you until his face is level with your aching cock. A small smirk appears on his face before he sweeps his tongue up the length of your erection in one long motion; he hesitates momentarily before taking the head into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it in a circle, collecting all the sweet syrup.

"Chrissst." Alex hisses and then inhales sharply as you take him in, bucking against you and tightening his fingers hard in your hair. "Oh, baby, don't tease...Need...mmm" He bites his lips and closes his eyes, letting his head fall back against the pillows again, focusing just on the feel of your mouth.

Dean moans softly around your cock. Quickly, he moves his mouth down over your length, taking as much of you into his mouth as he can. He begins to suck you enthusiastically, his mouth and tongue moving up and down your shaft rapidly. He moans deeply around your length every time your hands clasp in his hair.

Alex shudders, hand in your hair gently beginning to lean you, pulling you against him as he bucks his hips, shuddering as you moan around him. He tosses his head back as you continue sucking him, finally pulling you off him by your hair and up to meet his mouth, sucking on your lips and sliding his tongue against yours. "Dean..." Groaned into your mouth. "Want you so much...love..."

Dean smiles against your mouth, pulling back and licking stray bits of chocolate from his own lips. "Are you sure, angel?"

Alex opens his eyes, meeting yours, eyes almost black with need. "Gods, yes... please, baby?"

Dean nods once and reaches for his wand. He mutters the lubricating spell quickly, coating his fingers with the slick gel. Teasingly, he circles your opening with one finger, bending down to take your cock into his mouth again before pressing the finger inside you gently.

Alex's body tenses in the confusion on not knowing whether to press up into your lips or back against your hand, and he ends up writhing against both and groaning, clawing at your shoulder before tangling his fingers tight tight tight into your hair again. "Dean..."

Dean hums gently around your cock, slowly sliding a second finger inside you. He twists the fingers gently, making sure to stretch you carefully.

Alex twines both hands in your hair and pulls you up roughly, wrapping his legs around your hips and locking his eyes onto yours. "Now." Panting. "Please, love."

Dean quickly mutters the charm, reaching down to slick his cock generously. "Love you." he murmurs softly before positioning himself at your entrance. Very slowly, he begins to push inside you, his arms trembling as he tries to keep himself under control.

Dean thrusts completely inside you in one slow stroke. He gazes down into your eyes and begins to move against you, his thrusts slow and deep. "Gods..." he whispers softly.

"Mmm... yeah, love..." He closes his eyes again and leans his head up against your shoulder, body pressing down and matching your slow rhythm, hands hard on your hips, pulling you harder into him on each stroke. He smiles against your shoulder and bites down there, licking and biting each time the rhythm rocks him back into you.

Dean groans deeply when your teeth sink into his tender flesh. "Feels so good..." he begins to move slightly faster inside you, keeping the thrusts deep. His hand slips down to grasp your cock firmly, stroking it in time with his thrusts.

Alex bites harder and tightens his legs around your hips, trying to pull you in faster, groaning as your hand strokes at him. "Gods... Dean... if you ... you feel... Mmm." He licks along your jaw and bites at your ear. "Fuck me... baby. Hard. Please."

Dean gasps loudly as your teeth bite into his neck again. He automatically speeds up his thrusts again, pounding into you quickly, his hand still pumping your cock in a matching rhythm.

"God yessss.." He hisses, pushing back against you as hard and fast as he can. He covers your stroking hand with his and urges that faster, rubbing your thumb down across the tip.

Dean rubs his thumb over the head of your cock as you urge; he moves his face down to nip at your lower lip. His thrusts become rough and urgent, hips moving quickly as he strokes your cock.

Alex scratches his nails down your back, hard, shuddering and coming over your hand as you stroke over his head, hips pressing back into you viciously until he tenses. "Gods." Almost yelled into your mouth, entire body writhing with it.

Dean follows your lead quickly, thrusting twice more before feeling you clamp down around him. He trembles violently as he empties himself deep inside your body; he slumps down against you, panting and shivering.

Alex gasps as he feels you come and then wraps his arms tight around your waist when you slump against him, holding you to him tightly, sliding his legs down to tangle with yours. "Gods, baby..." Panted against your shoulder as he tries to catch his breath.

Dean sighs and mumbles something incoherent against your shoulder. He pulls out of you slowly and rolls off to the side, pulling you back against his chest and wrapping his arms around you protectively. "Didn't want to squash you..." he murmurs softly against your neck.

Alex shakes his head and leans it against your chest. "Won't crush me." He slides his hands down your sides. "That was amazing, love. I.. " He chuckles. "You keep surprising me."

"I...could've been better, I know. But I didn't feel much like our usual rough antics tonight." he kisses your forehead gently and draws you nearer.

"Couldn't have been better..." He smiles against your chest and cuddles into you, sliding his head to your shoulder. "Was perfect."

Dean cups the back of your head gently in his hand, holding you to his chest. "I love you, my angel." he whispers.

Alex sighs and smiles, leaning into you as much as is possible and just enjoying  being held. "You... you like that right... topping? I don't want to... if you like the other better..." His voice slowly lilting, sleepily.

"No, love. I like both equally...I've just been a little...shy with it lately." Dean smiles and kisses the top of your head lightly. "I love you. So much." he whispers again, almost inaudibly this time.

"Mm..good." He smiles and leans up into the light kiss, then cuddles into your shoulder again. "Love you too."

[fin.]