Dean rolls over on the bed next to you, watching you sleep quietly. He must have nodded off while waiting for you to fall asleep, one arm draped over your waist lightly. His mouth curls into a half-smile as he listens to you grumble in your sleep. Absolutely unable to resist, he reaches over and tickles your nose lightly.

Alex's reflexes are fast, even in such a deep sleep, and he swats your hand and rolls onto his side. His breathing low and deep.

Dean can't help but giggle, closing in quickly to tickle down your side and back up to your nose again.

Alex grumbles in his sleep and swats at your hand again, turning his face into the pillow to escape the flickering fingers - still asleep.

Dean laughs merrily this time, fully enjoying the little torment...even if he knows you'll be mad in a minute. He scoots down on the bed a little, fingers tickling very softly across your arse, his other hand reaching around to tweak one of your nipples lightly.

Alex shifts and twitches as you tickle him, but stops when you touch his nipple, gasping a bit in his sleep and rolling onto his back again, toward the touch.

Dean whispers against your ear softly. "Wake up, love...I have something for you." he grins widely, giving your nipple gentle tug.

Alex mumbles something low and incoherent and moans slightly, pressing up toward your hand. Eyes fluttering, but still closed.

"Well, I gave you fair warning." Dean mumbles in a sing-song voice. "Now you'll just have to deal..." he grins, sliding his hand down the front of your boxers to wrap around your length, stroking it softly. "Gonna wake up now?" he chuckles.

His cock begins to stiffen immediately as you stroke him. Hips instinctively pressing up toward your hand. But his eyes still don't open. He mumbles something that could be your name, the rumble of the word coming from low in his chest.

Dean kisses your shoulder softly, nipping at the soft curve of your neck. "Time...to wake up." he purrs, squeezing your cock firmly as he continues to stroke. He bites down harder, laving the reddened mark with his tongue.

Alex gasps and tenses as his eyes fly open, immediately hard and - once he realizes what is happening a split second later - his hand clutches in your hair. "Dean..." The word a gasp itself.

Dean chuckles softly against your neck. "Mmm...you're awake." he kisses the sore, red mark gently, releasing your cock in favor of pulling you closer.

"Cor..." He moans as you stop stroking him, almost pouting, his sleep glazed eyes darkening dramatically in passion. Though, now that he's awake the tension that is so foreign and, now, so common to him is back in his muscles, the hand in your hair like iron. "You're stopping?" The question almost growled as he takes the initiative and pulls you down against his chest.

"I didn't think you'd be wanting that...after last night's activities, anyway." he giggles, kissing your collarbone lightly. "You still look positively...worn out."

Alex growls and pulls your face up to his, crushing his lips against yours and kissing you almost bruising. "Didn't think I'd what? Want you? I always want you?" Growled against your lips.

Dean groans as you kiss him possessively, his eyes dropping closed. "Yes...want you too." he manages to choke out between kisses.

Alex moans again, closing his eyes to hide whatever it is you've been seeing in them and then rolling you onto your back, hand clenching against your head. "Tell me what you want." His own voice demanding and lusty.

"You...just you. Any way you want me." Dean shivers, wrapping his legs around your waist. "Just so long as I'm close to you." he whispers, squeezing you tightly between his legs.

Alex groans and fumbles for his wand, on the bedside table, finding it and almost hissing the spell, sliding two slicked fingers into you at the same time - stretching you immediately, not even conscious that you might still be sore from the night before. "Fuck yeah."

Dean gasps as your fingers enter him without warning. "Alex!" he gasps, wiggling uncomfortably beneath you.

Alex stills, the harsh sound in your voice and gasp startling him out of his haze. He takes a breath and presses his lips to your collarbone, registering what he's done. "Gods... baby....I'm so sorry... so sorry..." He nuzzles your neck and murmurs the words over and over into your skin, beginning to pump his fingers slowly to ease the ache and replace it with pleasure.

Dean tries to relax against you. "It's okay, love." he winces, pulling you against him in an awkward hug.

Alex takes a shuddered breath and lays against you for a second, hand still working slowly, then presses himself up on one arm and begins to thrust his fingers into you more firmly, brushing your prostate at every stroke in, scissoring to stretch you.

Dean's hips buck up against your hand as your fingers work inside him deeply. "Please, love. Need you..." his voice is nothing more than a hoarse whisper, body melting into your touch.

Alex grins almost ferally and then leans so that his mouth is next to your ear - breathing hot and working a third finger into you to stroke, increasing the force to bump the gland harder each time. "Not until you beg for it. Tell me what you want." The raw edge back in his voice - sexy, promising, but demanding an answer.

Dean whimpers at your voice, his body shivering in delight. "Fuck me...want you to fuck me. Hard. Please, please...fuck me so hard." he begs, completely unashamed. "Just do it now...please."

Alex growls against your shoulder and pulls his hand away, replacing the thrusting fingers with his cock and pressing all the way into you in one long stroke, groaning as he does.

Dean grunts as you fill him swiftly and completely. "Gods..." he moans, hips already pushing up against you, impatient to feel you moving within him.

Alex laughs, the sound hoarse, and presses himself to his knees, his hands pinning you to the bed by your shoulders and then sliding down to grab your knees and press them up into your chest, rocking into you as he does it - the position letting him hit deeper than he ever has. He quickly increases the pace, thrusting into you steady - hard and fast.

Dean mutters incoherently, his body shivering as you thrust inside at this new angle. His back arches off the bed, he's never felt you so deeply within him, filling him completely.

Alex closes his eyes and throws his head back, his teeth biting into his bottom lip so hard that they draw blood. "Fuuuuuck." Pounding into you and pressing your knees hard into your chest, both to level himself and to get the right angle. "Jesus this is fucking good..."

Dean gasps sharply as you continue to move within him, his own need completely forgotten as you continue to brush against his prostate.

Alex continues the fast pace - fucking into you harder than he ever has. His hand snakes between your raised thighs to cup your balls, fingers ghosting over them as he pounds into you.

With a wavering moan, he pushes against you the best he can considering the position. His breath catches as your fingers move over him lightly, almost teasing. "Alex..." he moans, trying desperately to hold back his climax.

Alex takes his hand away but continues to pound you, leaning his chest against your raised legs. "Come, love. I'll make you come without even fucking touching you." His breath is hot against your neck and the words are laced with just a slight edge of pride, to see you so close. "Come for me..." Pushing himself to thrust into you harder, thrusting against the gland now.

Dean shivers again as you saw against his prostate roughly, his body tensing beneath you. "Gods, Alex...I..." his voice breaks off as he arches beneath you, eyes closing quickly as his climax hits, his seed pouring out hotly against his chest and stomach.

And that's enough to send Alex over, thrusting almost wildly into you as you come and then yelling - a hoarse and strangled sound that's probably loud enough to wake the neighbors - before falling down against your knees, shivering completely and gasping.

Dean sprawls out against the mattress bonelessly, his breath still shallow and quick as he pulls you into a tight hug.

Alex is drenched in sweat, and he falls against you, eyes closed, still gasping for breath and shaking.

"Gods, baby..." Dean whispers, voice quite hoarse and low. "I didn't know..." his arms tighten around you again, unable to complete a thought.

"Didn't know?" Each word shaky and between shuddering breaths as he tries to get his bearings.

"Didn't know that was possible." He looks at you, smiling blissfully.

Alex chuckles and drops his lips to your shoulder. Still shivering too much to do much more than brush his lips against the skin and lean against you.

Dean sighs contentedly as he wraps himself further around you, having completely missed the act of just being near you like this.

[And they drift into a sex drained sleep for a bit.]

Maybe half an hour later, something stirs Alex out of his sleep and he starts up, gasping and then groaning as he sees the newly acquired cat on the side of the bed. "Damn cat." Catching his breath from the fright and dropping it back against the pillows.

Dean sighs happily as he dozes, flopping his arm back around your waist. A small smile is plastered on his face, even in slumber.

Alex looks over at you, still trying to catch his breath - his heart pounding hard and his skin suddenly very cold, panting. The movement on the bed, when he was so comfortable, the sudden fright  - it just brought to the surface all the paranoia and fear that he's not safe and - more frightening - that you're not safe. Not anywhere. He shudders and tries to calm down, focusing on your smile.

Dean mumbles little things in his sleep, scooting closer to you as the cool evening air settles in the room.

Alex is still shaking, still panting, and he groans with the impotence of the feeling and shakes you slightly. "Dean..."

Dean moans against your shoulder. "Time to get up...already?" he mumbles, still smiling sweetly. "Love you."

"No...no...just..." He shivers again and settles back into your arms. "Just wanted to make sure you were okay. It was dumb. Go back to sleep. "

"Mmm...but I'm awake now." Dean smiles, squeezing you reassuringly. "You gonna be okay, love?"

"Yeah. Yeah. It's okay." He takes another deep shivering breath and closes his eyes, trying to slow his pounding heart before you notice.

"Baby...don't lie to me. I know you almost as well as I know myself." He sighs. "Tell me, love. Please."

"Damn cat startled me." He shakes his head slightly. "Told you it was dumb. Don't worry."

"It's not dumb...you sounded genuinely upset, and I was worried." He kisses your arm lightly and snuggles closer, pulling up the duvet. "Going to be okay, then?"

"Yeah. I'll be fine." He drops his head cheek against the top of your head, finally getting his breathing under control but he can't for the life of him stop his heart from pounding.

Dean rubs your chest reassuringly, his fingers moving in slow circles against your skin. "I wish...." he sighs "I wish there was something I could do."

A small weary grin tugs at the corners of Alex's mouth and he looks up at you and shrugs slightly. "I'll be okay, love."

Dean kisses you again, unconvinced, but forcing himself to remain silent about it. "I love you, Alex." He whispers quite seriously.

Alex does smile then - the tight, darker smile that is common for him now, but it's genuine. "I love you too." His voice almost solemn. "I... I didn't hurt you earlier, did I?"

"No...it hurt. But the very very good kind of hurt." he smiles wistfully at the thought. "Don't worry about it, love. It was amazing."

"I got pretty rough...." For some reason what he remembers most clearly is the beginning... his fingers and then your gasp and that look... like he was hurting you...

"Mmm...I like it rough sometimes, baby." He chuckles. "That was totally amazing...we'll have to try that again."

[Fin.]