Dean carefully tucks some small items into a box that he's holding and pushes it under the edge of the sofa. He stands back a bit to make sure that the box can't be seen. Grabbing his book, he flops onto the sofa and begins to read.

Alex says goodbye to some people at the social, leaving a little early so he isn't stuck in the lines back to the House rooms. He head back to his dorm and drops his robes and bag onto his bed, and then leaves again. Outside the door to Dean's studio he pauses and knocks quietly.

Dean smiles behind his book. "Come in." he calls out.

Alex opens the door and walks in. Smiling. He closes it behind him and stand there. "Hey there."

Dean peeks over the top of his book. "Hey...what's up?"

Alex shrugs. "Nothing much. What about you?"

"Just catching up on my reading....and hiding from Colin." he grins and sets the book on his chest.

"Yeah. I was hoping I could catch you for a picture, actually." He smiles at Dean. "Sure you weren't... Um... waiting up here... for anyone?"

"I let Colin take a picture of me before I left. Just one...I think." he smiles at you. "Mmm...who could I possibly be waiting up for?"

Alex shrugs again, teasing tone slipping into his voice, and smirks at you. "Oh. I dunno really."

Dean grins at you slyly. "Ohh...I remember now. I was waiting for this really great guy. He's terribly cute, has a great sense of humor...and he's incredibly sexy."

Alex pretends to look hurt. "Oh. Well., I guess I'll leave then." Then turns and puts one hand on the door handle.

"You turn that handle, and I'll be forced to hurt you." Dean laughs and sits up on the sofa.

"Oh really?" Alex looks back over his shoulder, his hand still on the door. "And what would you do to me?"

"Oh...things." he says nonchalantley. "You probably wouldn't be interested." he grins slyly and pretends to brush something off of his shirt.

Alex grins and turns around, leaning against the door, and shrugs. "Well then. Maybe you should convince to stay." And he winks at you and smiles.

"Maybe you should come sit by me then." he leans back comfortably and stretches out his legs.

Alex laughs and moves to sit by you. He leans back against the sofa and sighs, relaxing. "Did you like the poem?"

Dean smiles at you brightly. "I loved it! Really! That was so sweet."

Alex looks over and beams, then blushes. "I was just... I couldn't stop thinking about you really..."

"Really? That's...so sweet." Dean blushes and looks down, still smiling.

"Yeah. Yeah. I'm a sweet guy, you know. Everyone says so." Alex is obviously joking, shaking his head at himself even as he says it.

Dean smiles and leans over to rest his head on your shouder. "I think you are..."

Alex reaches up and brushes his fingertips thru your hair. "Thanks. So... what have you been doing up here since you ran off on me?"

"Ran off on you?" he laughs softly and leans closer to you. "I've been up here reading."

Alex looks at you and grins, smiling, and the teasing note creeps in. "Oh? Did I interrupt?"

"You...could never interrupt anything I'm doing." he snuggles into your side with a soft sigh.

Alex smiles and leans back against the couch. "You. Um. You said you were going to get me back for making you blush?"

Dean grins again and hides his face in your shoulder. "Later..."

Alex laughs and nods. "Okay, later. So, what have you been reading?"

"Just some Emerson...little bit of Thoreau. The usual." he mumbles softly against your shoulder.

Alex runs his fingertips thru your hair again. "My mum sends me all these modernists... but I love those quotes you always use."

Dean smiles again, relieved that you're interested in what he's saying. "I like to stick to the transcendentalism...I haven't developed a taste for modern writing."

Alex laughs. "Guess I sent the wrong poem then." He curls an arm around your shoulders and whispers in your ear. "I'm glad you liked it, anyway."

"No! I loved the poem! Poetry and essays like Emerson are two totally different categories. I loved it!"

Alex beams and pulls you closer, his hand sliding to massage your shoulder. "Good. I'm glad. I never really... um... do things like that. It just felt right..."

Dean smiles and looks into your eyes. "I'm glad you did it though...it really made my day."

Alex laughs. "Yeah. Made the day of those girls laughing at you too."

Dean gives you a mock scowl. "Brat."

Alex smiles. "Yeah, I know. Errant brat, actually. " Laughing.

"As long as you're here, you can be as big of a brat as you want." he smiles and snuggles in closer.

Alex signs contentedly and pulls you closer against him. He leans back against the sofa and closes his eyes. "Yeah. As long as I'm here." His voice is a soft, calm whisper.

Dean sneaks a hand to your side and tickles lightly.

Alex jerks up and starts squirming and laughing immediately. "Dean!" He grabs your hand and stills it on his side. "That's not nice at all. " He laughs.

Dean pouts, pretending to look wounded. "I'm sorry...promise I won't do it again."

Alex looks at him indignant. "Oh I don't believe that for a second." Then he puts both hands to your stomach and tickles. "Are you ticklish too?"

"Nope...doesn't work on me." Dean smiles, leaning his head on your shoulder again.

"Damn!" Alex laughs, then slides a hand to your thigh and runs the fingers lightly down the seam of your trousers. "Not ticklish anywhere then?"

Dean inhales sharply. "Well...almost anywhere."

Alex laughs and moves the fingers to your inner thigh, moving them soft and quick over the material. "Oh... did I hear a laugh?"

"That wasn't quite...a laugh." he groans softly and closes his eyes.

Alex grins and lays his hand flat, running it down to your knee and then back to inner thigh. "Mmm... you're right. Sounded more like a groan. Maybe I should stop?"

Dean continues to rest his head against you, eyes still closed. "No...no, don't stop, Alex. Please."

Alex laughs and moves his hand, sliding a leg over your lap and stradling you, flattening his hands against your chest. "I missed you today... that.. that bit in the library. " he leans forward and presses a light kiss to your lips. "All I wanted to do was drag you off to a corner."

"Mmm....ditto." he presses his lips back to yours firmly and deepens the kiss. Gently, he runs his hands down your back to cup your arse, squeezing lightly.

Alex moans and settles deeper into the kiss, nibbling at your lower lip and running his tongue against yours, Sliding his hands to scratch his fingernails down your sides. He pulls back slightly. "Last night... last night was amazing, Dean."

"That it was. Unexpected...but amazing." Dean runs his tongue over your lower lip and nips at it lightly. "Need you..."

Alex leans into the kiss again then pulls back and slides his shirt off. "Amazing. Yeah." He puts a hand at your neck and pulls you forward, leaning into a kiss that is more urgent.

Dean crushes his lips against yours and groans huskily. "God, Alex...need you so bad." he lets his hands wander freely over your body, allowing them to linger momentarily over your arse and thighs.

Alex gasps against your lips when your hands touch his thighs, then remembering the night before he stands up, almost smirking, and runs his hand down his chest to the fastening of his jeans, undoing it, in a mimicry of your show for him the night before.

Dean gives you a lopsided grin and eyes the hand on your zipper hungrily. His eyes darken with lust as he longs to reach out and caress your body.

Alex slides the zipper down an inch, then moves his hand away and eyes you, smirking and blushing, but not moving. "Dean." His voice is a hoarse, low whisper, almost pleading.

Dean moves forward quickly, taking your hips in his hands and nuzzing the bare flesh above your zipper. "Tell me, Alex...what do you need."

Alex intakes breath sharply through clenched teeth. He thought he could do this, could be as confident as you had been, but your breath on his stomach makes him shake and he can't put words to anything. He takes your hand from his hip and slides it to his zipper, forcing himself to breathe. Forcing himself to think. "I want you."

"Are you sure. I'm not going to do anything until you're certain." he looks up at you, concern clearly etched on his face.

Alex squats down, putting a hand behind your neck and drawing you in for a kiss. His voice is more confident when he leans back. "I'm sure. Dean. I'm just. you. You turn me on so much that I can't think. "

Dean caresses your cheek with his hand and he looks at you seriously. "Alex, do you trust me?" he lets his fingers slip under the edge of the sofa a bit.

Alex smiles and kisses you again, harder this time. "Of course I do."

Dean reaches under the edge and pulls out a small brown box. "Do you trust me enough to know that I'd never do anything to hurt you?"

Alex looks at the box curiously, then back at Dean, eyes heavy with lust but still questioning. "I. I. Yeah. Yeah I do."

"Sit here." he pats the cushion next to him gently. "I want you to be a hundred percent sure that you're okay with this...I would never...ever...hurt you. Okay?"

Alex nods and sits down, wishing he hadn't frozen again and that Dean didn't feel the need to gentle him. "I know you wouldn't. I..." he looks at the box again and smiles. "Dean, what is this?"

Dean opens the lid to the box slowly and pulls out a long black silk scarf. He looks at you and steels himself; he throws one leg over your lap so that he's straddling you. Looking into your eyes, he asks once more. "Are you certain you're ok?"

Alex smiles at the scarf, blushing and his breath catches as you slide over him. "I'm okay. I promise." His voice is hoarse again, his eyes darkening.

Dean smiles softly and stretches the scarf out. "Hold still for a moment then." he lifts the scarf to your eyes and reaches behind your head to carefully tie it there. Checking to make sure the scarf is adjusted over your eyes properly, he asks "Are you okay?"

Alex tenses, but only in anticipation, and tries to smile at you. He's so hard, and his chest feels like it's going to burst. "Dean. I promise. I'll stop you if I'm not okay." He's groping for the words, whispering them through his teeth, on edge.

Dean smiles to himself. He presses his lips to your chest ever so softly, slowly making his way down your pale flesh. Nipping at the sensitive skin below your navel, he allows one hand to travel further down and slowly work your zipper down.

Alex forces himself to breathe, until you nip at his skin below his navel. When you do that he raises one hand almost instinctively to your head, lighting rubbing his fingers there. The other hand clenched at his side as he leans back against the couch and moans.

Dean smiles up at you and continues to lower your zipper slowly. Reaching up with one hand, he gently pinches one of your nipples and then soothes it with his tongue. He finishes lowering your zipper and carefully nudges your hips upward so that he can pull your trousers down some.

Alex shifts, moving his free hand to his hip to help push the pants down, and gasping as you pinch at his nipple, dropping his head back against the sofa and biting his lip.

Dean pulls your trousers off the rest of the way and nuzzles the soft skin below your navel again. He hesitates momentarily before tugging your underwear down; his breath hitches as he lets his eyes roam over your now nude form. "Beautiful." he whispers, pressing his lips back to your stomach.

Alex tenses again, clenching his eyes closed even though the blindfold makes it unnecessary. His hand clenches at your head. He thinks he hears you whisper something, but isn't thinking clearly enough to process it... focused entirely on your lips on his stomach.

Dean backs away from you momentarily and lets his eyes take in the beauty of your body. Tentatively, he reaches out and runs one finger down the length of your hardness.

Alex gasps, sucking air in hard through clenched teeth, and runs his fingers thru your hair. "Dean... wow.'

Dean leans in closer, emboldened by your response. He leans down, closing his eyes and kisses your length very lightly.

Alex's hand at your neck instinctively tightens and he gasps again, his breath catching in his throat. "Christ..."

Dean lets his tongue slide over your entire length from base to tip once; he glances up to guage your reaction.

Alex has all but stopped breathing, but he doesn't notice, his heart is pounding and he leans his head back on the sofa feeling every one of your movements magnified. His hand slides to your neck and tightens and he moans when you pause. "Dean... please..." pleadingly.

Dean leans down and flicks his tongue over the head of your cock quickly. He smiles and takes the head into his mouth, sucking gently.

Alex moans and bucks his hips slightly. His hazy brain screams at him to make this last, and he sucks air thru his teeth and tries to think of anything other than your mouth.

Dean takes more of your length into his mouth, gently suckling and making lazy circles over the shaft with his tongue. He slowly takes as much of you into his mouth as he can and he groans, the vibration travelling over your cock.

Alex twines the fingers of his free hand in your hair as well, bucking up against you slightly again. "Dean...I..wow...." He forces himself to breathe and moans as your vibrations shake thru him.

Dean moans again and begins to speed up his ministrations. His own hardness is ignored, straining painfully against his trousers; he watches you writhe in pleasure, and he knows it is the most erotic thing he's ever seen.

Alex thought he had himself under control, then you moaned again and sped up and he lost it, shuddering, his hands tightening in your hair. "Dean. I'm. If you don't stop... I'm." Barely capable of getting the words out as he strains up against you.

Dean smiles around your length and continues to suck quickly, his tongue lapping at the head intermittantly.

Alex shudders as he tumbles over the edge. He bucks up against you and his hand at your neck is like iron as he pants and shakes, writhing against you.

Dean takes you completely into his mouth as you come, swallowing rapidly. He licks off the last remnants and smiles to himself. He straddles your lap again and slowly removes the blindfold. 

[And they snuggle.]