Dean sighs wearily as he steps into the shower, letting the scalding water cascade over his body. He grabs the bar of soap, lathering up his hands absently as he mulls over the events of the last week. The soapy hand slides across his chest slowly, bubbles dripping off to the floor of the tub.

Alex has been outside on the back steps, smoking again, and heads inside when the cold finally gets to him. Pulling off his shoes and socks the moment he steps inside, he's headed to his room when he hears the shower running in the bathroom and notices the door slightly ajar. He knows it must be you, because you two are the only ones in the house at the moment.

Dean continues to lather his chest as the steam rises around him, the water pleasantly over-hot. His fingers slide over his stomach slickly, washing distractedly. He turns around under the water, letting the spray rinse off the bubbles.

Alex presses the door open a bit, enough so that he can stand in the doorframe, very still and quiet, and see you in the shower. His breath catches. Even in this state he loves you so much that it hurts him... just the separation between you recently that he knows is his fault. Like a zombie... your words echo in his mind, and he stares at you - afraid to disturb you, and too turned on and in love to turn away.

Dean rubs his hand down his chest, helping to rinse away a few stray bubbles from his skin. His hand lingers on his lower stomach for a moment as he contemplates 'taking care of things'; he's been so frustrated, being in so many close situations with you over the last week and not actually getting any relief. His fingers slide down, barely touching his lengthening cock, all the while feeling guilty that he's resorted to hiding to take care of this little...problem.

Alex's breath catches again in a soft barely audible gasp as he sees you touch yourself. He steps into the bathroom, almost involuntarily, eyes locked on your hand at your cock, his own beginning to harden just at the sight.

Dean braces himself against the wall with one hand as he wraps the other lightly around his cock. With a resigned sigh, he begins to slowly stroke his down his length, his hand moving ever-so-slowly. He moans softly, his body relaxing into the touch.

"Gods..." Alex whispers, taking another step forward and almost unconsciously sliding his own hand under his shirt and to his stomach, massaging there lightly, his eyes locked on your slow stroking hand. He moves quietly, quickly, pulling off his shirt and unzipping his jeans, sliding his hand in to rub his own cock.

Dean groans deeply as he tightens his hand around his cock, slowly picking up the tempo of his stroking. His thumb circles the head of his cock with every up-stroke, your name tumbling from his lips randomly.

It's his name that moves him. He can't keep himself away when it seems like you're just calling out for him.... He pushes his pants and boxers off and steps out of them, pushing the glass door open and stepping in behind you. His arm wrapping around your waist and his lips finding your neck before you can register the shock. His touch is gentle - and though you can feel the tension in his muscles still, he's loving. His lips moving against the side of your neck and your shoulder like a whisper - murmuring your name and I love you's into your skin, body pressing against your back. He slides his hand from your stomach to wrap around yours on your cock.

Dean gasps as everything happens quickly; the shower door opening followed by two warm arms wrapping around his waist. He blushes furiously as he leans back against you, realizing what you must have seen. "Alex, love...sorry if I...disturbed you." he chokes out, wanting nothing more than too feel your touch like this forever, but afraid that it's just the same thing over again.

"Disturb me? Gods....'" he closes his eyes and continues the soft sucking kisses to your shoulder and neck, his hand moving yours to begin stroking again. "You know how beautiful it is? Watching you touch yourself.. hearing you moan my name..." Mumbled into your skin.

Dean shivers, his body reacting beautifully to your touch. "I love you." he whispers, closing his eyes slowly and leaning his head back against your shoulder. "I need you, baby." he remains facing away from you, afraid to look in your eyes.

Alex moans softly and licks at the space below your ear, bracing himself with one hand against the shower wall and brushing your hand away from your cock, replacing it with his own - matching your slow rhythm and swirling his thumb across the slit at each upstroke. "Let me make you happy, love.... Gods, please... I want to make you feel good..." Voice low and hoarse, but with an almost pleading quality. "I love you so much."

Dean gasps as your hand moves over his length. "Yes...please, Alex." he moans wistfully. "Make love to me...please. Love you so..."

Alex shudders as you moan and nods, pressing your shoulder against the wall of the shower and sliding to his knees below you, licking and kissing your spine on his way, down. His hand continues to stroke slow down your cock, the other kneading your arse as he slides his tongue into the cleft, licking and pressing against your opening.

Dean moans softly as your tongue presses against him. "Please, baby...need you." he purrs, leaning against the wall slightly.

Alex groans, pressing his tongue into you, wetting you with his saliva as much as he can, but he can't wait, and he stands up - shifting your legs further apart and pressing his cock against your opening, closing his eyes again at the effort of sliding past the ring of muscles without hurting you.... his hand stills on your cock. "Jesus..." His breath ragged.

"More..." Dean groans loudly, pushing back against you forcefully. "Please, love...more." His hand slides down over your own, encouraging you to continue stroking him.

"Fuuuuck." Alex groans against your shoulder and bites down, bracing himself again with his free hand on the shower wall and pressing himself into you, slow, until he's completely buried. His hand begins stroking slowly again, but his body stills - the feeling of being so deep inside you again, after so long, almost making him weak. He pants against your shoulder, trying to catch his breath. "Oh my god, Dean."

"Yes, baby." Dean hisses. "Feels...amazing." his body relaxes around you slowly, adjusting completely to your length. "Make love to me, baby...please." he begs almost incoherently, his hands groping behind him to caress your sides lightly.

"Gods yes..." He begins to move his hips slowly, rocking against you, withdrawing only a few inches before sliding home again. His hand strokes slow to match, setting up a stuttered rhythm that sends his hand down your cock as he withdraws. "You're so tight... feels so good... so long since..." words mumbled against your neck as he drops his head to lay on your shoulder.

"Yes" he mumbles dreamily as you move within him. "far too long." His hips rock back against you, urging you to move faster. "Please." he whimpers. His hand slides around your own on his cock, forcing you to squeeze him harder.

Alex doesn't say anything... mumbling incoherent syllables against your neck as he speeds up, not gradually at all... and where he had been slow he's fast - driving into you. His hand squeezing harder and matching the new rhythm. He moans at the sensation of fucking you again.

Dean groans, feeling his climax approaching quickly. "Faster." he hisses, pushing back against you frantically. A long string of obscenities falls from his lips as you fuck him soundly, all coherent thought lost in your touch.

Alex moans and shudders slightly, fisting your cock even faster and pounding his own into you. He had meant to make love to you, make it last, but his body won't let him and he can't think at the moment anyway. His brace on the wall slips a bit and he drops his forearm against the wall instead, pushing your shoulders more firmly against the tile. He turns his head and bites your shoulder, hard, groaning even as he does it.

Dean gasps as your teeth sink into his tender skin, his orgasm hitting him suddenly, and without warning. His body trembles beneath you, clenching down around your cock as he spills out over your hand.

Alex groans again, biting your shoulder hard enough to leave his mark and thrusting into you, almost violently, as you come. He shudders, his own orgasm shaking him so violently that he blacks out for a moment, thinking he's going to fall over from the force of it.

Dean sinks against the wall, pulling you along with him. He pants softly against the tile, hoping that you won't regret this and leave him in the shower alone.

Alex blindly reaches to turn off the water before he lets himself be pulled down, still gasping for air. He leans his back against the wall of the shower and settles you on his lap, shuddering and panting against your shoulder.

Dean smiles softly to himself as he realizes you're not going to leave. "I missed that...I missed us." he whispers softly, threading his fingers with your own.

Alex closes his eyes and just nods his head against your shoulder, too overtaken to talk. One of his arms goes around your waist, holding you in an iron grip against his chest.

Dean sighs contentedly in your embrace. "Love you." he whispers almost inaudibly. "Lets go to bed, love."

Alex nods, letting you loose enough to stand up and he stands as well, the tension back in his muscles.

[Fin.]