Alex takes the steps two at a time up the third floor and pauses outside the door. He raises his hand to knock, and then absent mindedly runs that hand thru his hair and thinks about the night before. He flushes, smiles, and then knocks solidly.

"Come in." Dean snaps. He is unaware of the tone of his voice as he paces the room.

Alex is a bit startled by Dean's tone and opens the door tentatively, quietly stepping inside and closing it behind him. "Dean?"

Dean turns toward the door, still scowling. "Oh...it's you. Thank God." he relaxes slightly and looks up at you. "I'm sorry if I snapped at you."

Alex shakes his head, looking concerned. "It's allright. Really. Are you... I mean... are you okay?"

He looks down at the floor and notices the upended sofa. "That's a really good question...I don't know." He leans over and grabs the back of the sofa, tipping it upright.

Alex moves to help, standing beside Dean and helping him adjust the sofa. Replacing the cushions that had been upturned. Then he turns and puts a hand on your shoulder. He is not smiling, and his eyes show worry and concern for you. "Dean?" His voice is soft, imploring.

"It's ok." he flops down on the sofa and absently rubs a little trail in the mud on his chest. "I just had a bad afternoon."

Alex sat down next to you. Sitting sideways on the couch to face you and curing one leg underneath himself. He looks unsure of himself, not sure if you need comfort or to be left alone. "Do you... I mean.. Is it okay that I'm here?"

Dean continues to stare into space as his fingers make trails in the mud. "Yes...I'm glad you're here. Though...I'm a bit dirty right now."

Alex tried to smile, concern and worry still heavy on him, and he nodded his head. "Yes, you are." He looked around. "Can I. Er. Can I get something for you?"

"No...I don't need anything." he looks down at his now dirty fingers. "I just...I...I don't know." he looks over at you slowly, his eyes glittering with unshed tears.

Alex looked into his eyes, the worry in his turning swiftly into a mix of fear and compassion. He reached out and ran his knuckles along your cheek almost before he thought to do it. Then ran those fingers through the hair behind your ears and down to your neck, resting it there. Looking at your questioningly.

"Adrian was just here...he's just...absolutely full of himself." Dean grumbles and looks down. "I'm sorry, Alex. I didn't plan on being like this when you got here."

Alexs hand flexes at your neck, his thumb massaging your throat. "It's okay. I don't mind at all. " Then he looks at you, trying to break the tension he lets the teasing note slip into his voice and reaches out to touch a clean spot on your chest. "You are a bit dirty though."

Dean laughs and touches a dirty area. "Just a bit, aren't I?" He smiles at you for a moment before laying his head against your shoulder gently. "I'm glad you're here."

Alex runs his fingers lightly thru your hair and then presses his lips to your forehead gently. "Good." He smiles against your skin and wraps his arm around your shoulders. "I'm glad I came. "

Dean leans forward, wrapping an arm around your waist. He buries his face into your chest and scoots closer to you. "Will you stay a while? I...I don't want to be alone."

Alex hugs him closer and smiles, now that the concern is subsiding the fluttering in his stomach and the sweet tension that always seemed to feel the air when you were around made their presence known. "Of course. Of course I'll stay.... I. Erm. I can't think of anything I'd rather do."

"Good...I'm glad. But..."Dean pulls away from you and smiles slightly. "I've gotten you all muddy."

Alex looks down at his shirt. He hadn't even noticed in his worry that Dean was snuggling his mud covered body against his. He shakes his head. "Yes. Yes you have.... Mmm.. Maybe you should go clean up?"

"I suppose." Dean grins slyly as he gets up to go to the water bowl. He dips the towel into the bowl of water and wrings it out. He begins to slowly rub at the clay on his chest, all the time watching you out of the corner of his eye. Dean rinses the towel out before dabbing at his arms and stomach. Small drips of water trickle down his chest as he flings the towel back on the table. "Better?" he walks back over to you slowly and sits down with a lopsided grin on his face.

All thoughts of comfort flee his mind as Alex watches you. Mesmerized by the droplets of water sliding down your chest and stomach. He watches one particularly large drop slide down your stomach and disperse at the waistband of your pants and his face goes bright red. "Um. Yeah." His voice is husky, low. "That's better." He shakes his head slightly and looks down at his clay covered tee shirt before taking it by the hem and pulling it off. "There. All clean." He takes a deep breath and turns back to you smiling.

"I think..." he grins at you again with a twinkle in his eye. "...I got just a bit of it on your cheek...just there." He leans in closely to your face and gestures toward your cheek. "Shall I get it for you?"

Alex smiles, not quite knowing what suddenly came of you but assuming it must be a reaction to the energy in the room after Pucey's visit. He reaches up again to run his fingers along your now clean collarbone and laughs softly. "Yes. I. Um. I suppose you should.... " He blushes at the teasing, but doesn't lean away. " I mean, since I can't see it and all."

Dean smiles and leans over toward your face. He rubs a spot on your cheek softly with his thumb. "Hmm...still didn't get it....let me try this..." he leans in and kisses your cheek lightly. "There...think I might have gotten it all."

Alex smiles and suppresses a laugh. You may notice that for the first time he didn't tense up at the initial contact of your lips. "Are you sure?" There is a teasing undertone to his voice, but it is whisper soft and throaty.

Dean grins and tries to stifle a giggle. "You think I may have missed some?"

Alex shifts his hand so that it rests behind your neck and smiles slyly, pulling you forward until your foreheads are touching and your lips are a breath away. "I don't know.,. I can't see. I'll have to trust you to get it all."

Deans breath catches momentarily and a blush creeps up on his cheeks. "Yes...I'd better get it, shouldn't I? There's just this one spot...right here." he touches your lower lip with his index finger and smiles.

Alex smiles, suppressing another laugh. "I thought there might be. Did you get it?" He dips his head slightly and presses a soft kiss to your inside palm and then moves back to where he was, looking into your eyes. "You're cute when you blush."

Dean's eyes widen momentarily when you kiss his hand. He gives you a goofy sideways smile. "Thanks...you're awful cute yourself." he smiles and leans down till his lips are almost on yours. "Just going to get this spot, okay?" he whispers against your lips. Dean slowly leans in, his eyes fluttering closed and he presses his lips against yours in a feather light kiss.

Alex shivers at Dean's voice. It seems like the seconds before their lips touch are passing in slow motion and he watches Dean lean toward him. His hand and Dean's neck tenses and as that feather light kiss touches him he pulls his lips against his and kisses back, deeper. Then he leans back, only and inch, and smiles. His heart pounding.

Dean smiles and looks into your eyes. "I really liked that." he nuzzles his face into your neck again.

Alex's breath catches and he forces himself to breath. He sneaks his free arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him. "So did I." His voice is hoarse and catches in his throat.

Dean grins against your neck as he snuggles in. "Do you mind me being this close?"

"No!" Alex takes a second and then shakes his head at his over-excitement at answering that.

Dean laughs softly and he moves his face back to look into your eyes. "Tell me if I get too close, okay?" Dean moves slowly toward you, \ throwing his leg over you until he's straddling your lap. He kisses your cheek softly. "I just think...it could be easier to umm...see you from here."

Alex hazily thinks that he's forgotten to breathe. His eyes close and he feels you slide over him. He reflexively tightens his fingers against your neck, thinking that his heart will probably explode soon and he can't think of a better time for a heart attack. When he opens his eyes to look up at you they are heavy lidded, darkened. He moves his other hand to your hip. "I. I don't think you'll get too close."

Dean smiles and places his trembling hand against your cheek. "I still don't understand what you see in me." he whispers.

Alex runs his fingers over your hip, smiling and shaking his head. He pulls you in for another feather light kiss. "What are you talking about? You're... you're wonderful."

Dean gazes into your eyes dreamily. "I was just thinking the same thing about you." he leans in and presses his lips against yours more firmly. He lets his arms slip around your body as he presses against you.

"Mmm" Alex sighs against Dean's lips, smiling. He tightens the hand at your hip and then slides that arm around your hips to let you settle against him. Nervous that you may feel how turned on he is, but needing you as close as possible.

Dean snuggles his body down against yours and he gently flicks his tongue against your lower lip. He moans lightly and runs one of his hands across your chest.

Alex moans as your tongue brushes his lips, tightening his hand on your neck and holding you harder against him as his tongue sneaks out to touch yours. He presses up against you, massaging your lower back with his other hand in soft large circles.

Dean slowly lets his tongue meet yours, and he feels his pulse race in what must be an impossible rate. He moans quietly and allows himself to totally melt against you.

God but that feels good, Alex thinks. He moves his other arm to cradle your cheek, both hand now holding your head him as he presses up and kisses you. He nibbles on your lower lip, alternately nipping at it and suckling to ease the bites.

Dean groans against your mouth, he no longer cares about trying to hide his arousal. His body is pressed completely against yours, and he revels in the sensation of his bare chest colliding against yours.

Alex moans as he feels Dean press against him. He can feel how much Dean is enjoying this, and knows that Dean can feel him as well. He pulls back enough to whisper "Merlin, but you feel good." And pulls Dean in again.

Dean lets his hand roam over your chest again as he begins to kiss you passionately. He lets his fingers caress around one of your nipples slowly, his other hand drops to your waist in an attempt to get you even closer.

Alex sucks in a breath at Dean's touch. He pulls back and smiles, forcing himself to breathe. Looking into Dean's eyes, he lets himself smile, still trying to breathe. "Wow." He lets his head fall back against the couch, wanting to enjoy the feeling of you touching him and wanting to catch his breath.

Dean leans back and watches your face carefully as he continues to caress your chest. He lets his fingers linger over your nipples in turn before dropping his hands to your stomach and lightly brushing the pale, smooth flesh there.

"Dean. I. Wow." Alex skin is shivering but you can see he's smiling. His eyes closed. All his energy focused on feeling your hands. He runs his fingers thru your hair again.

Dean leans down and kisses your chest lightly. He lays back against you and nuzzles your neck again. "You're so soft." he smiles and sighs against you.

Alex leans down and nips lightly at Dean's shoulder, then kisses to soothe the bite and smiles against his shoulder. "So are you." His voice is hoarse, heavy. His heart still pounding as he leans to kiss and nuzzle at your shoulder again.

Dean smiles against your neck. "I like sitting with you like this...it just makes me feel..." Dean blushes and hides his face in your neck. "I say the most stupid things sometimes."

Alex pushes you off his shoulder, just barely, so that he can turn his head and look into your eyes. "No. Tell me." He lets his voice drop to a whisper and leans close to your lips. "What do you feel?"

Dean's mouth gapes a bit as he desperately tries to think of an explanation that won't sound completely stupid. His heart races madly when he looks up at you. "Well...I just mean...when we're together...like this, I can't think of anywhere I'd rather be." he blushes again and he shakes his head, wishing he'd said something a little more intelligent.

Alex looks hard into Dean's eyes. Then leans his forehead against yours and presses a whisper soft kiss to your lips. "Thank you."

Dean smiles against your lips and he wraps his arms around you. "I should be thanking you...you're always around to save me from something."

Alex wraps his arms around your waist and smiles against you too. "Save you? No. I mean, I would, if you needed it." Another soft kiss.

"You do save me...I mean, you don't even realise you're doing it I'm sure. But just the same, you're always there when I need you. When Seamus was being a complete prat, you were there...and tonight, you're here with me after Pucey was...well, after Pucey left. You don't realise how much you really do." Dean smiles and rests his forehead against yours.

"I. I don't know what to say. I. You. You should have someone to be with you. It's not. It's not special. It's just. What you deserve." Alex closes his eyes, aware that he is stammering again, and hugs you closer, both arms now around your hips.

"But it is special, Alex. It's special to me...and it means alot." Dean smiles and caresses your cheek lightly.

Alex turns his head and kisses Dean's fingers. "You're so sweet to me.

Dean grins and presses his lips against yours again. "You know something?" Dean smiles at you and blushes a bit. "This position is killing my legs."

Alex laughs. "Really? Hrm." A mischevious look in his eyes. "Have another suggestion?"

Dean looks up in mock contemplation. "Well, I was thinking...maybe I could lay down at that end of the sofa so that I could stretch my legs out. And then maybe you could come over for a visit." Dean grins at you slyly as he starts to throw his back over your lap. He blushes again, hoping you won't notice his obvious arousal as he moves.

Alex obviously notices, blushing and smiling as Dean lays back. He pulls himself to his knees at the other end of the sofa and begins slowly massaging Dean's legs, working his way up to the thigh on one and then doing the same on the other. He smiles up at Dean. "Wouldn't want to lose the circulation." His voice is mischevious and he crawls up Dean's body to lay against him, nuzzling your neck and nipping and your jawline, settling his arousal against your thigh.

Dean groans softly as you massage his legs, the tingling feeling going directly to his aching arousal. He gasps as he feels your answering hardness press agaqinst his leg. "Oh...Alex. God, you feel so good."

"Mmm. So do you. " Alex braces himself with an arm beside you and leans over you, pressing his mouth against yours, licking at your lips as he moves his other hand to your hair.

Dean moans and pulls you closer to him. "Want you closer...please."

Alex smiles against your lips, and shifts to settle one leg between yours. He lays himself out along you and puts both hands in your hair, no longer bracing himself, settling all his weight on top of you. "Tell me when I'm crushing you." His voice is hoarse again, barely a whisper, and he leans in for another kiss.

"You aren't squashing me at all." Dean sighs and lets himself fall into the kiss, his hands wandering freely over your body.

Alex smiles against your lips and nips at your lower lip, licking at it to ease the bite. "You taste good." He realizes what he said and blushes, leaning in to kiss you again and hoping that you don't notice.

Dean smiles at your words but continues to kiss you deeply; his hands both lower from your back, to gently cup your arse.

Alex's mouth slides around to your shoulder and he bites down as you grope him. Trapping his moan there. "Dean. That's. Wow."

Dean groans when he feels you bite down on his shoulder. His hips arch up against yours. "Oh, God."

Alex is intrigued. At frist he had only bit down to stifle his moan. He certainly didn't expect your reaction. He slides his mouth to your ear and whispers low, "you like that?" Then slides to your throat, alternately biting down there and then licking to ease to pain.

Dean just moans, unable to find words to convey his feelings. He squeezes your arse unconsciously and bucks his hips against yours again.

Alex slides his lips to yours and kisses you more passionately than he has before, nibbling on your lips and sliding his tongue against yours. His hands curled behind your ears, holding you still as he kisses you. He presses himself against you, smiling at your pressing hips.

Dean wraps his arms around you securely, crushing his lips up against yours.

Alex moves one hand from your neck and runs his fingertips lightly down your chest, pausing to scrape a nail lightly across your nipple, then rests that hand on your hip, pulling you even more securely against him. He leans deeper into the kiss, moaning against your lips as your arms pull him closer.

Dean groans as his body tries to take in the overwhelming sensations. He leans his head back against the cushions and closes his eyes, clearly enjoying the feel of your hands on his body.

Intriguing, Alex thinks. And he leans in to nip at Dean's throat when he leans his head back. Then, almost before he considers it, he slides down a bit. Kissing Dean's chest as he curves his back. Eventually laping at his nipple, tentatively, as if trying to gauge his reaction.

Deans eyes open immediately as he feels your tongue on his nipple; he gasps sharply and reaches down to run his fingers through your hair. "Alex...God! That feels..." he groans loudly, unable to finish his sentence.

Alex scratches his fingernails lightly down your side, smiling at your words, slightly mischeviously. "Feels?" He leans in to lap at the other nipple, alternating now between licking and lightly scraping his teeth across the sensitive skin.

"Feels...amazing, yes." Dean laces his fingers in your hair. He rolls his hips upward unconsciously again, oblivious to anything other than your ministrations.

Alex slides back up your body, pressing his arousal into yours and his lips into yours. The kiss is almost greedy, not as gentle as before as he laps his tongue against yours and presses into you. His fingers scratch down your side to your hip and, again, pull you into close into him. "You're so..." He cuts his own words off by leaning into kiss you again.

Dean kisses you back passionately before breaking away, breathless. "I'm so what?" he grins up at you sheepishly, his lips still swollen from the kiss.

It takes Alex's brain a few moments to grope for words. "So... so..." He takes ragged breath and looks down at Dean, his eyes naturally falling on your swollen lips. "So beautiful."

Dean grins and pulls you back down into another kiss, he lets his fingers gently caress your face and hair.

Alex grins against your lips, fingers playing gently in your hair. He slides down to nuzzle at your neck again. "And you taste good." He doesn't blush this time, but he chuckles against your skin and licks at your jawline. "Mmmm."

Dean smiles and pulls you closer, lifting one of his legs and tangling it with yours. "Mmm...you taste rather nice too."

Another mischevious look slides into Alex's eyes. He slides his lips close to your ear and whispers, "Dean. I'm. I'm going to mark you. I want to..." and he slides his lips to the side of your throat and bites down, sucking and nibbling with the intention of marring your skin, of leaving his mark. He grinds his hips against yours and presses into you, all the while biting and sucking and you can feel the smile on his lips.

Dean groans and grasps at your arms as you bite down on his neck. "Yes...mark me." He pushes his hips back up against yours roughly.

Alex moans against your throat and continues to work on your neck, his hand at your hip drawing you closer into him, his arousal hard against your own as his teeth and tongue work at leaving his mark on your skin. His hazy mind wonders if the mark is high enough on your neck to be visible and decides that it is, and that he likes that idea very much.

Dean moans and pulls you back up to him. He lets his lips travel over your face, pressing small kisses all over; moving his lips further down your neck, he chooses a sensitive spot and licks it slowly. He gently sucks and nibbles at the tender flesh there; watching you carefully, he begins to suckle the soft patch of skin more fervently.

Alex moans and leans into him, letting himself relax into you. "Oh. Wow. Dean." He presses his hips into yours again, closing his eyes and resting his head against yours as you suckle him.

[Then Legra saw a mouse, and we just assume Alex got himself a nice love bite as well.]