The Hunter and the Hunted 19/?
Title: The Hunter and the Hunted 19/?
Part 19: “Golden Dreams of My Yesterday”
Authors: art_of_mayhem and candygramme
Rated: NC 17 for hot boysex.
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Alex Krycek
Spoilers: Vague for the X-Files “Terma” and “Requiem”
Warning: Slash
Word count: 5,711
Disclaimer: Dean and his family belong to Eric Kripke and Supernatural, and Alex belongs to Chris Carter and the X-Files. We own nothing. We are doing this for love and not money.
Author’s notes: After losing contact with each other during the time Sam was at college, Alex and Dean meet again, but now Sam is back and dad’s gone missing.
The quoted song is “Feel Like Makin’ Love,” by Bad Company.
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Part 1
~~~~~~~oo(O)oo~~~~~~~
If I had those golden dreams of my yesterday
I would wrap you in the heavens
And feel it dyin all the way
I feel like makin’ love
Dean dropped down beside Sam, "Hey, Sammy, how you feeling?" he asked, removing the bullets from his brother’s skin, picking up the clover and placing it back in its packet. He held it up for Sam to see. "Told you I had one," he said, tucking it away in his pocket. "You’re back at the room. You're safe now." Dean handed the rounds back to Alex and smirked as he turned back to Sam once more. "It was close. It was hard to tell you apart from all the other fairies."
Alex busied himself, popping the rounds back into the clip and reloading his pistol. He viewed Sam with mixed feelings. It was good that he was awake, because it meant that he and Dean could go on the date that he'd hoped for and have a good evening without Dean worrying about Sam all the time, but at the same time, Sam was real competition, and he didn't believe he had it in him to beat the young giant out in any tussle for Dean's affections. He intended to use the forthcoming evening to try and lobby for Dean's love, but in his heart he knew, just from watching the way that Dean looked at Sam, that it wasn't going to work.
"Guess it takes one to know one, Tinkerbelle!" murmured Sam, flashing his wide, white smile back at his brother. "Thanks for pulling me out of there, dude. I thought I was gonna be in the pot, simmering nicely."
"Lucky I got there before they added the onions and carrots, or I might have been waiting in line for a bowl," He ruffled Sam's hair. "Here." he reached for the night stand, getting some water for Sam, "Drink." He helped to lift Sam's head, watching him drink before setting him back down on the pillow. "You should get some more rest." He got up and went over to a bag to pull out a can of salt. Starting to spread it along the windows and create a semi-circle in front of the threshold.
Dean returned and looked at his brother, "You should get some more rest, Sammy," he murmured, moving over to pull the covers up over his brother’s shoulders.
"I guess." Sam struggled up onto his elbow to take the water and smiled up at his brother. "I feel kinda weird - wobbly, like I don't weigh anything. It's kinda like when you take LSD or something..." He paused, then gave the gleam of a smile. "Or so I'm told, because I wouldn't do anything like that!"
"Yeah, sure he wouldn't." Alex's lips twitched as he watched the tenderness between the two brothers, and a little pang went through him again as he realized anew that there was no place for him in the love that was so obvious between the two of them. "I think he'd have looked really cute with an apple in his mouth," he added. "Although he looks pretty cute without."
"Yeah," said Sam, wryly. "That's me! Glamor personified."
"Apple or no apple, you need to rest." Dean glanced back to Alex, who was looking away. "Get some sleep, Sammy," Dean spoke softly as he leaned down to tuck him in, the way he always had when they were little. "Alex and I need to talk for a while." He pulled back and stood smiling down at his brother. "Now don't you go anywhere, or I will hunt you down and kick your ass." He winked at Sam before moving around to where Alex was standing. "Come on, you green-eyed monster," he said as guided Alex toward the door.
Dean stopped for a moment, looking back at Sam as he held up the room key. "I'm taking this with me, locking you in. Sleep, Sammy, you hear me?" He closed the door behind him and locked it, then turned around to face his lover. "Now about this date…?"
"Yeah, the date," murmured Alex. "You still up for it?" He cupped Dean's cheek and ran his thumb over the fullness of Dean's lower lip. "God, Dean, I can't believe how gorgeous you are. Okay, let's go get ready, and then we're gonna find a halfway decent restaurant and have dinner together, and then I'm gonna seduce you, make love to you and drive the worry out of your eyes."
He leaned forward to kiss his lover and then took his hand to lead him back to the room where he'd been staying. "How does that sound to you?" he asked.
Dean didn't move as he gazed into Alex's eyes, feeling that thumb slide over his lips then followed Alex as he went into the room where he’d stashed his things. "You gonna make me wear a monkey suit?" he asked. Dean stepped into Alex's room, pulled off his jacket and threw it onto Alex's bed, but his mind kept wandering back to Sam. He hoped he could keep his mind from doing that too much. He suddenly realized his bag was back in the room with Sammy. Of course, he did have another bag in the trunk, as was his suit. He’d make do.
"I'll be right back." Dean went to get his suit jacket and a clean shirt with a tie, returning to change while Alex was using the bathroom. He left his jeans on but put on his shirt and tie, adding the jacket. He’d never dressed up for Alex like this so he was sure the man was probably gonna fall over when he saw him.
As Alex came out of the bedroom and saw Dean, he felt himself getting hard. "Oh, baby," he mumbled, stalking over to him and standing, looking at him, totally lost for words. Finally, he gave a little moan and leant in to kiss him softly. "You clean up real nice," he whispered. "I don't think I ever saw anyone that looked as good as you do."
He pulled away, a crooked smile on his face. "We'd better go out, or I'll be throwing you down and ravishing you, which will be fun, but you won't get your dinner, and that'll make a bad impression. Time enough to ravish you later, yeah?"
Raising an eyebrow Dean turned back to Alex and gave a little shrug, "Really?" He leaned in to kiss Alex, keeping it slow and deep and then pulling back. He gave a nod, and then chuckled, "Well then we better..." He began to head for the door and then stopped, "Oh, we should..." He shook his head. "Oh, never mind."
This night was to be just between him and Alex, and Dean knew that Alex would get upset, if he mentioned they should pick something up for Sam. He made a mental note to get something for Sam later. He didn't think his brother would want anything at the moment anyway.
Noting Dean's hesitation, Alex paused, knowing that it would be something to do with Sam that was bothering his sweetheart. He moved in closer. "You want to check on him, love?" he asked. "Something's eating you, I can tell." He moved up behind Dean, crowding him, running his lips over Dean's ear and down to the place where his collar prevented him from going any lower. "Baby, I've got you. It's all right. Do what you've got to do, because I love you whatever you do."
Dean closed his eyes. He’d always been the one who took care of everyone, and it was hard for him to let anyone take care of him, even his father or someone older than him, like Alex, but it did feel good to hear Alex’s words. They made Dean lean back against him, loving the fact that there was someone out there who was willing to put him first for a change.
"No, I know he is okay,” murmured Dean, turning around so he could nip at Alex’s jaw. “I was just thinking we should bring something back for him to eat." He stared at Alex for a long time. "Thank you," he whispered. "Thank you for putting me first." Pulling his keys out, he smiled, making for the Impala and going around the driver's side. “Let’s go.”
~~~~~~~o~~~~~~~~
The restaurant wasn’t fancy, but the food was good. They’d both ordered steak and potatoes, and Dean had even managed to get something to go for Sam which was now sitting at the table in a brown bag while the two of them enjoyed their beers. They’d chatted of this and that - how to take out this spirit or that supernatural being, and Dean had told Alex about his first kill, back when he was only 16.
Dean now sat back, staring at his companion, watching those long lashes close over green eyes and loving the way his drink would glisten upon his lips, before he licked it away. Dean really wanted to pull the man across to him and kiss him deeply, to inhale his scent up close and personal rather than from across a table. But then Sam drifted back into his mind, and his father. He suddenly felt guilty for enjoying himself. He looked down, examining the end of his tie.
"You want a liqueur or something, Dean?" Alex looked up from his own drink and smiled at Dean, admiring the way he looked, wishing that he could stay in this moment for the rest of time. "Dessert? Anything?"
He could see that Dean was having some kind of unwelcome thought, and he felt his body go cold, wondering what was bothering him. Reaching out to take Dean's hand, he frowned a little. "What is it, love? Tell me? I hate to see you get upset when you ought to be having a good time and forgetting the bad stuff - at least for the evening."
Dean started to feel even worse, "Nothing, it's nothing," he forced a smile, and then shook his head, "Nah, I'm good, but I won't stop you. Indulge." He nodded at Alex as he looked down at their linked hands. He turned his hand over, lifting his eyes to Alex then smiled. "What do you say we get out of here, and go back to the room, huh?"
"Good call." Alex was itching to get his hands on Dean, to pet him and love him the way he longed to. "Before we do, there was something I wanted to give you, Dean." The one armed man gestured for the check and then handed the waiter his credit card with a smile. "The name on the card is Valery Arntzen," he said to Dean with a smile. "I've never forgotten that... or you."
Dean gave a smile, remembering how, when they first met, Alex had told him his name was Val. Dean hadn't forgotten Alex either, although Sam and his father had been the only constants in his life. So to hear that from Alex almost brought a blush to his cheeks, and he averted his face, hoping that he wouldn’t let that show.
Clearing his throat, Alex gazed at Dean, green eyes meeting green, and yearning for something he knew was more than he could ever have. "I don't have very much that I care about, and I wanted to give you something meaningful... So here." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a little packet, which he handed across the table to Dean. "Keep it and know that it was almost as precious to me as you are."
Dean wore a little frown as Alex seemed to get serious, wondering what the other man was leading up to. "Alex you don't..." He stared at the packet before picking it up and then glanced at Alex as he opened it up. His eyebrows went up when he saw the contents. Pulling out the silver ring, he lifted his head to look at Alex. "Alex... I," he paused, looking at the ring he remembered so well. "I can't accept this? This is yours." Holding it up, he gazed at it again, then back at Alex, seeing by his expression that Alex truly meant for him to have it. "Is this to remind me of you?" He asked, seriously. "Of what we could be?"
"If you like." Alex gave Dean a lop-sided smile. "It's everything and nothing, and it would give me pleasure to see you wear it for me. It's just something I wanted you to have, because you're precious to me, Dean." He spread his fingers. "I dunno. Maybe I'm just stupid. Maybe it won't even fit on your finger. You don't have to have it. I'd just love it, if you did."
Dean turned the ring over in his fingers while gazing at Alex before he raised his hand and slipped it onto a finger. It fit perfectly and he gazed at it. "You used to wear this all the time; I remember." He lifted his eyebrows at Alex, the question unspoken between them.
"Yeah. It was my dad's," said Alex, his eyes suspiciously bright as he watched Dean. "Like I said, there aren't many things that I own that are precious to me, and that was the one most precious thing. It seemed right to give it to the person who's most precious to me."
The waiter reappeared with the check for Alex's signature and Alex scrawled on it, repocketed his credit card and rose to his feet. "Shall we get out of here?" he murmured, wishing he could put his arm around Dean, knowing he didn't dare tie up his one good arm and hating what had happened to him more than ever before. "I want to take you to bed and make you see god. You up for that?"
"Your father's?" Dean blinked a few times as he glanced to the ring again. He twisted it upon his fingers and swallowed hard as the emotion that Dean hated to show almost overwhelmed him. "I never..." he cut himself off. “Yeah, lets." Dean pushed up from his seat, walking out beside Alex, and when they reached the car to get in, Dean suddenly grabbed Alex and jerked him across the seat, so he could kiss him hard and deep. "Let me drop this food off for Sammy, and then I'm all yours."
He drove them back to the motel, where he parted from Alex to drop the food off to his little brother. He checked on Sam who was still asleep and left him a note, telling him the dinner was for him and not to overheat it in the microwave. He then left the car keys there and headed back out to meet Alex.
Dean went to the room door but didn't enter right away. He couldn’t stop himself staring at the ring he’d been given, twisting it upon his finger. He wasn't going to ever take it off. Though he had yet to really say it to him, Alex was very special to him - he was really the first person he’d said, ‘I love you,’ to who hadn't hurt him almost as soon as the words had been out of his mouth. It was starting to feel as if he loved Alex as much as his brother and father.
Pushing open the door to the room at last, he called out, "Honey, I'm home," and smiled.
Alex had taken off his jacket and tie, and was busily turning down the blankets on the bed. As Dean entered, Alex lifted his head and smiled back at him, a smile wider even than Sam's. "Welcome home," he whispered, straightening up and leaving the bed behind as he walked forward into Dean's arms. "I don't think I've ever felt this vulnerable before," he said softly. "You and I, Dean. You and me together. You're all I can see. You've gotten to me like nobody else ever did."
He slid his hand around Dean's neck and pulled him forward so he could brush his lips against Dean's, parting them slightly so that he could nibble against the softness of his lover's lush mouth.
Slowly, slowly, he deepened the caress, lips pressing more firmly, parting Dean's so that he could explore further, breathing more deeply and pressing more closely. "You smell wonderful, baby," he murmured, inhaling the fragrance of Dean's cologne and beneath it Dean's own sweet scent. "You're perfect; you know that?"
Dean found he couldn't move, not under those eyes nor the caresses that grew deeper and deeper the longer their lips teased and pressed together. He wrapped his arms around Alex, holding them together before pulling away momentarily to allow lungs that were burning to fill with air. "I'm not perfect, Xander," he breathed, then kissed him again, "But you make me feel... like I almost could be."
Taking Alex's hand, Dean guided him over to the bed and made him sit down. Lowering himself down beside Alex, Dean leaned in, kissing at his lover’s neck. "You make me feel special. Make me feel, important and...Alex, I told you this once before, a long time ago, but I still feel the same as I did then. I love you, Alex," he leaned in, kissing the man deeply, "You are the only one that truly makes me feel this way," he whispered against Alex's lips.
"I hope I always can." The words had brought the tears to Alex's eyes, and he was staring, eyes wide in an attempt to dry them without them spilling over to run down his cheeks. "And you're gonna have me drummed out of the triple agents' club, if you don't stop getting to my cold, black heart." The grin as he spoke was a mere flicker over his face before he surged in and crushed Dean against him. "We triple agents and stone killers don't like to admit that some young hottie has stolen our heart. We like to pretend we don't have a heart.
Dean smiled, "I think it's time you retired from that, I like your heart like this," Dean leaned back suggestively and licked his lips..
Pushing him backwards onto the bed, Alex kissed him, kissed him again, bringing his hand up to loosen Dean's tie and begin work on the shirt button beneath it. Skilled at one handed work, the shirt was soon unbuttoned, and Alex pushed it off Dean's shoulders and the jacket with it, leaving only the tie around his neck. "I'd love if you'd put your jacket back on," he whispered. "You're a wet dream. Jesus!"
While Alex had been working on his clothing, Dean had Alex's shirt open and pulled from his pants so he was able to touch hot smooth skin. He could tell how fast Alex's heart was beating. How hot his skin was, and Dean wanted more. He smiled between kisses, moaning softly as he pulled back, loving the way that Alex was touching him.
With a lick of his lips, he looked down at his jacket then reached down for it and shrugged back into it, posing. "Like this?" he asked, smirking, and then grabbed Alex, whipping him around to land him on his back on the bed so he was leaning over him. Intense green eyes gazed down into another, equally beautiful pair as he straddled his lover. "I could use my tie to keep you still as I have my savage way with you but..." He leaned down kissing Alex once more, this time gently. "I think you are the wet dream. God, you can kiss. You wanna be on top or shall I?" he asked with a naughty grin.
"I gotta confess, things are easier if I'm underneath, these days," Alex said, wistfully. "I wish it wasn't so, but for the one-armed man, the balance thing is really easy to lose." He reached up and grabbed Dean by the tie, tugging him down to kiss him again, mouth open and sloppy, tongue licking along his teeth as he moaned into his lover's mouth. "So you go on top, and I'll be totally dominated!"
He was hard, Dean's body pressing down on his was enough to get him up and ready, and now his cock was straining against his underwear. "Let's get naked," he whispered against Dean's lips. "I want to feel you all the way along my skin. I want something that'll keep me in fantasies for as long as I need it. I want you, Dean."
Dean gave a chuckle as he leaned over Alex, body resting between the man's legs. His hips rubbed against Alex’s, feeling the bulge in his pants and rubbing his own against it so that they became more and more excited. "I have to agree with that," he agreed. Dean pushed himself up off the bed for a moment, taking his jacket back off. He pulled his tie loose, tossing it aside and then turned back to work on making Alex's clothing disappear.
All the while he was pulling Alex's shirt off, Dean was kissing the man's body, shoulder, neck, chest, leaving wet trails and lip prints over too-heated skin. Once his upper body was bare, Dean pressed back down, letting flesh touch flesh. Dean could have sworn their hearts were beating the same crazy rhythm. He rocked his hips into Alex, rubbing their cocks against each other. "Damn, you’re ready, aren't you. Let's see how ready, huh?" Sitting back once again, Dean returned to his self appointed task of getting Alex naked, working on his pants this time.
"You know what? I'm ready whenever I even think about you, let alone see you." Alex arched into Dean's touch, smiling as he watched his lover unfastening his pants for him. "I know that I'm not much of a catch these days, but, god, Dean, you're so beautiful; you could have anyone you wanted." You can have me, but do you want me? Alex lifted his butt as Dean dragged his trousers down over his thighs, allowing his cock to spring free. "See what I mean? Mr. Spikey down there can't think of anyone else but you, either."
Alex reached to run his fingers along the ridges that marked out Dean's abdominal muscles and then strayed down to the waistband of his jeans. "And how about yours? Is it feeling the pinch, confined in there the way it is? Let him come out and play." He unzipped Dean's jeans as he was speaking and reached in to find and pull Dean's cock free. "There, better."
Tossing Alex’s pants aside carelessly, Dean lifted his head. "But I want you," Dean answered as he ran a hand over Alex's stiff flesh. He gave a moan as it twitched under his hand and then chuckled at Alex’s words. "Mr. Spikey?" he asked, grinning. He dropped down beside Alex, rubbing him over and over as Alex fought to rid Dean of his jeans. He couldn't help his hips jumping as Alex finally fought him free of the denim and then curled his hand around Dean’s cock. He moaned, leaning in to kiss his lover's neck before rolling to his side, lifting his hips and pulling his jeans the rest of the way off.
Naked at last, Dean returned his attention to Alex, rolling over to kiss him deeply as the hand that wasn't supporting his own body began caressing and exploring Alex's. Fingers took in and mapped both beauty and imperfection as they explored, relearning the body under him. Dean's lips trailed kisses along his jaw, nipping it hard before placing kisses to his shoulder. Dean's hand had ventured down to caress over Alex’s cock, feeling the moisture that welled from the tip and noting how hard he was, how ready it felt under his stroking hand. "Mr. Spikey needs a little attention I think."
Moving so that he was between Alex's legs, Dean gazed up at him with a wicked little look in his eyes. His tongue slowly swiped over the hard flesh, painting each side, flat licking the crown of it and tonguing the rim. Taking his time so he could enjoy the full flavor of his lover, Dean’s lips parted, and he took Alex's cock into his mouth, sucking at him, sliding him against his tongue ‘til he was able to take him in almost to the base.
Looking down at Dean made something low in Alex's belly tighten, gave him the sensation that small creatures were fluttering inside him, made everything feel heavy and liquid as his eyes made love to his young lover. Even though he knew that he was going to lose Dean to Sam sooner or later, he couldn't help fighting for him, wanting him, and never more than right this moment as their eyes met, and Dean's pretty mouth surrounded his cock.
"You do that so well," Alex said, leaving unspoken the thought that Dean had obviously been practicing. "Do you have any idea just how much I've dreamed of this, with you? We could be good together, you and I couldn't we?" He'd promised himself that he wouldn't beg, wouldn't plead, but here he was now, unable to help himself as he exposed his soul to his lover. "Dean, I don't want to lose you. Tell me how we can live happily ever after. I mean, dammit, we've just come out of a fucking fairy tale, so how could we not?"
He reached down to touch Dean, feeling the warmth of his lover's gently freckled skin under his fingers and shuddering as Dean's tongue worked on his cock. "All I ever wanted, you are," he mumbled.
After a while, Dean could feel Alex getting close, and pulled away, crawling quickly up his lover's body to kiss him deeply. He moaned into Alex’s mouth, reaching to pull one of his legs around him as he drew slowly back from the kiss. "You're not gonna lose me. Just stay with me. Stay with me and Sam. Don't go back to wherever it is that keeps taking you from me. I'll protect you. I won't let you out of my sight." Dean had never meant anything more as he gazed down at his lover.
"I'm not gonna let those bastards take you from me again," Dean whispered. He kiss Alex again, savagely this time. "Just stay, Xander, Stay with me." He repeated the kiss, "Sam will grow to like you just as much as I do. And you will him. Just stay, don't leave me," Dean rocked his hips into Alex so their cocks rubbed, smearing pre-cum from both of them upon him before drawing back so he could use his hand to guide his cock down to Alex's back entrance.
"Just promise me you will?" He bit Alex's bottom lip as he applied pressure to that ass he’d missed for so long. He felt it give, and he let out a cry as his crown sank into Alex. Then he was pushing his way into his lover, struggling to go deeper, harder, more. "Christ, Xander," he moaned, dropping his head down onto Alex's shoulder, in his attempts to still his own body from trembling.
And this was home, this was everything Alex had ever wanted, all rolled into one. Dean's voice, soft and smoky, purred in his ear, sending little shivers through him; Dean’s arms were around him, holding him against a body that thrummed with need for him. Dean's lips were demanding on his, kissing, sucking, sharing their breath and claiming him in a way that he'd needed since forever.
He wrapped himself around Dean, eyes wide, drinking in the sight of him, loving the dusting of freckles that frosted his tanned skin, feeling his insides melt when his lover's huge, thickly lashed green eyes settled on his, seeming to see so deep inside him that there was nowhere he could hide.
He couldn't get enough of Dean, the sight of him, the scent, the taste and most especially the feel of smooth, taut skin on his, moist mouth skimming his flesh and heated cock pressing inexorably into him, deep and insistent until he was filled so completely that he no longer knew where he ended and Dean began.
"I promise," he whispered, more to himself than to Dean. "I don't want to leave you. I want to set up residence in your pocket, because I don't think I could bear to let you go again. Not now I've finally found you again."
Dean moaned again. His cock was buried deep inside his lover, and he had to stop, wait, resting for a moment, before he started moving his hips to bring them both the pleasure they’d experienced only a few times in each other's arms before. He remembered how intense it was going to be, and he craved it. "Then don't. Don't leave." He kissed Alex deeply as if he could use the kiss to hold them together forever.
Driving his hips home at last, Dean shifted his body just enough so he could reach down between them and grasp Alex's cock in his hand. With Alex only having one arm, it was left up to him to make this as wonderful as possible. Fingers curled, grasping and pumping, his thumb pushing up along the V and smearing pre-cum over the crown. "Christ, you are fucking gorgeous, Xander." Lips clung again. Dean knew he wasn't going to last long - not like this. All he wanted was to know that Alex wasn't going to leave him - to know that he would be with the two people he loved. Hell! All he needed would be his father, and his world would be perfect.
Perfect.
Everything seemed so simple to Alex right now. All he needed - all he thought he'd ever need - was right here in this bed. He could deal with the brother, wanted to, in fact, if that meant that he could have this, be with Dean for the long haul.
He moaned, because Dean's cock was skittering over his most sensitive parts, and his hand was jerking him close to ecstasy, and he drove his head back into the pillows, teeth sunk into his lower lip to keep himself from crying out. He didn't have words to tell Dean just how far beyond beautiful he was to him, but his wordless whimpers and desperate face told it all.
And when he couldn't hold back any more, he came, shuddering into Dean's hand.
Dean turned his head, looking down their bodies as he felt Alex release over his hand, making their movements that much more slippery and triple x rated. Dean thought this was absolutely wonderful, such a perfect moment that he raised his head and kissed Alex deeply, "I love you, Xander," he moaned before pushing up to grab at Alex's hips.
Holding on tightly, he drove into Alex, strong, fast and hard, ‘til at last he couldn't hold back any longer, and his head fell back as he released with a shudder and a tightening of muscles. His teeth were clenched to hold back a cry, but his feelings were clear upon his face as he arched his back and then dropped back over his lover. Tracing over Alex’s soft skin with his mouth, he licked sweat from his lover’s neck and up to his lips, where their lips sought each other and clung. "Now this, I missed a lot." Dean smiled softly.
Pulling from him so his weight wouldn't crush him, Dean let Alex lower his legs and dropped down beside him, allowing their breathing to calm down. "I think it gets better and better each time. How the hell do you do it?" Dean turned his head to Alex with a smirk.
"Me? I just lie back and think of Martians and let you do all the work," snickered Alex. "You young uns have so much energy that I see no reason to compete!" He reached to cup Dean's cheek and hold his face while he kissed him, smiling tenderly into his lover's eyes. "You're right though; it does get better and better. If it gets any better than that, I suspect that it'll kill me!"
He rolled onto his back once more, smiling as he stretched his arm over his head. "I think that this is the time I miss my arm the most. It's making me crazy, thinking of all the things I want to do to you, but I can't, because I'm missing an arm."
The corner of Dean's eyes crinkled from the smile that graced his lips. He rolled to his side, looking at Alex with a little frown. "I know it does, and I wish there was something we could do, but who knows what we will run into. But I love you just the way you are. Any way you are." And the kiss that they shared then was soft, tender, a promise of love to come as they built a life together.
~~~~~~~oo(O)oo~~~~~~~
End of Part 19
Part 19: “Golden Dreams of My Yesterday”
Authors: art_of_mayhem and candygramme
Rated: NC 17 for hot boysex.
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Alex Krycek
Spoilers: Vague for the X-Files “Terma” and “Requiem”
Warning: Slash
Word count: 5,711
Disclaimer: Dean and his family belong to Eric Kripke and Supernatural, and Alex belongs to Chris Carter and the X-Files. We own nothing. We are doing this for love and not money.
Author’s notes: After losing contact with each other during the time Sam was at college, Alex and Dean meet again, but now Sam is back and dad’s gone missing.
The quoted song is “Feel Like Makin’ Love,” by Bad Company.
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Part 1
~~~~~~~oo(O)oo~~~~~~~
If I had those golden dreams of my yesterday
I would wrap you in the heavens
And feel it dyin all the way
I feel like makin’ love
Dean dropped down beside Sam, "Hey, Sammy, how you feeling?" he asked, removing the bullets from his brother’s skin, picking up the clover and placing it back in its packet. He held it up for Sam to see. "Told you I had one," he said, tucking it away in his pocket. "You’re back at the room. You're safe now." Dean handed the rounds back to Alex and smirked as he turned back to Sam once more. "It was close. It was hard to tell you apart from all the other fairies."
Alex busied himself, popping the rounds back into the clip and reloading his pistol. He viewed Sam with mixed feelings. It was good that he was awake, because it meant that he and Dean could go on the date that he'd hoped for and have a good evening without Dean worrying about Sam all the time, but at the same time, Sam was real competition, and he didn't believe he had it in him to beat the young giant out in any tussle for Dean's affections. He intended to use the forthcoming evening to try and lobby for Dean's love, but in his heart he knew, just from watching the way that Dean looked at Sam, that it wasn't going to work.
"Guess it takes one to know one, Tinkerbelle!" murmured Sam, flashing his wide, white smile back at his brother. "Thanks for pulling me out of there, dude. I thought I was gonna be in the pot, simmering nicely."
"Lucky I got there before they added the onions and carrots, or I might have been waiting in line for a bowl," He ruffled Sam's hair. "Here." he reached for the night stand, getting some water for Sam, "Drink." He helped to lift Sam's head, watching him drink before setting him back down on the pillow. "You should get some more rest." He got up and went over to a bag to pull out a can of salt. Starting to spread it along the windows and create a semi-circle in front of the threshold.
Dean returned and looked at his brother, "You should get some more rest, Sammy," he murmured, moving over to pull the covers up over his brother’s shoulders.
"I guess." Sam struggled up onto his elbow to take the water and smiled up at his brother. "I feel kinda weird - wobbly, like I don't weigh anything. It's kinda like when you take LSD or something..." He paused, then gave the gleam of a smile. "Or so I'm told, because I wouldn't do anything like that!"
"Yeah, sure he wouldn't." Alex's lips twitched as he watched the tenderness between the two brothers, and a little pang went through him again as he realized anew that there was no place for him in the love that was so obvious between the two of them. "I think he'd have looked really cute with an apple in his mouth," he added. "Although he looks pretty cute without."
"Yeah," said Sam, wryly. "That's me! Glamor personified."
"Apple or no apple, you need to rest." Dean glanced back to Alex, who was looking away. "Get some sleep, Sammy," Dean spoke softly as he leaned down to tuck him in, the way he always had when they were little. "Alex and I need to talk for a while." He pulled back and stood smiling down at his brother. "Now don't you go anywhere, or I will hunt you down and kick your ass." He winked at Sam before moving around to where Alex was standing. "Come on, you green-eyed monster," he said as guided Alex toward the door.
Dean stopped for a moment, looking back at Sam as he held up the room key. "I'm taking this with me, locking you in. Sleep, Sammy, you hear me?" He closed the door behind him and locked it, then turned around to face his lover. "Now about this date…?"
"Yeah, the date," murmured Alex. "You still up for it?" He cupped Dean's cheek and ran his thumb over the fullness of Dean's lower lip. "God, Dean, I can't believe how gorgeous you are. Okay, let's go get ready, and then we're gonna find a halfway decent restaurant and have dinner together, and then I'm gonna seduce you, make love to you and drive the worry out of your eyes."
He leaned forward to kiss his lover and then took his hand to lead him back to the room where he'd been staying. "How does that sound to you?" he asked.
Dean didn't move as he gazed into Alex's eyes, feeling that thumb slide over his lips then followed Alex as he went into the room where he’d stashed his things. "You gonna make me wear a monkey suit?" he asked. Dean stepped into Alex's room, pulled off his jacket and threw it onto Alex's bed, but his mind kept wandering back to Sam. He hoped he could keep his mind from doing that too much. He suddenly realized his bag was back in the room with Sammy. Of course, he did have another bag in the trunk, as was his suit. He’d make do.
"I'll be right back." Dean went to get his suit jacket and a clean shirt with a tie, returning to change while Alex was using the bathroom. He left his jeans on but put on his shirt and tie, adding the jacket. He’d never dressed up for Alex like this so he was sure the man was probably gonna fall over when he saw him.
As Alex came out of the bedroom and saw Dean, he felt himself getting hard. "Oh, baby," he mumbled, stalking over to him and standing, looking at him, totally lost for words. Finally, he gave a little moan and leant in to kiss him softly. "You clean up real nice," he whispered. "I don't think I ever saw anyone that looked as good as you do."
He pulled away, a crooked smile on his face. "We'd better go out, or I'll be throwing you down and ravishing you, which will be fun, but you won't get your dinner, and that'll make a bad impression. Time enough to ravish you later, yeah?"
Raising an eyebrow Dean turned back to Alex and gave a little shrug, "Really?" He leaned in to kiss Alex, keeping it slow and deep and then pulling back. He gave a nod, and then chuckled, "Well then we better..." He began to head for the door and then stopped, "Oh, we should..." He shook his head. "Oh, never mind."
This night was to be just between him and Alex, and Dean knew that Alex would get upset, if he mentioned they should pick something up for Sam. He made a mental note to get something for Sam later. He didn't think his brother would want anything at the moment anyway.
Noting Dean's hesitation, Alex paused, knowing that it would be something to do with Sam that was bothering his sweetheart. He moved in closer. "You want to check on him, love?" he asked. "Something's eating you, I can tell." He moved up behind Dean, crowding him, running his lips over Dean's ear and down to the place where his collar prevented him from going any lower. "Baby, I've got you. It's all right. Do what you've got to do, because I love you whatever you do."
Dean closed his eyes. He’d always been the one who took care of everyone, and it was hard for him to let anyone take care of him, even his father or someone older than him, like Alex, but it did feel good to hear Alex’s words. They made Dean lean back against him, loving the fact that there was someone out there who was willing to put him first for a change.
"No, I know he is okay,” murmured Dean, turning around so he could nip at Alex’s jaw. “I was just thinking we should bring something back for him to eat." He stared at Alex for a long time. "Thank you," he whispered. "Thank you for putting me first." Pulling his keys out, he smiled, making for the Impala and going around the driver's side. “Let’s go.”
~~~~~~~o~~~~~~~~
The restaurant wasn’t fancy, but the food was good. They’d both ordered steak and potatoes, and Dean had even managed to get something to go for Sam which was now sitting at the table in a brown bag while the two of them enjoyed their beers. They’d chatted of this and that - how to take out this spirit or that supernatural being, and Dean had told Alex about his first kill, back when he was only 16.
Dean now sat back, staring at his companion, watching those long lashes close over green eyes and loving the way his drink would glisten upon his lips, before he licked it away. Dean really wanted to pull the man across to him and kiss him deeply, to inhale his scent up close and personal rather than from across a table. But then Sam drifted back into his mind, and his father. He suddenly felt guilty for enjoying himself. He looked down, examining the end of his tie.
"You want a liqueur or something, Dean?" Alex looked up from his own drink and smiled at Dean, admiring the way he looked, wishing that he could stay in this moment for the rest of time. "Dessert? Anything?"
He could see that Dean was having some kind of unwelcome thought, and he felt his body go cold, wondering what was bothering him. Reaching out to take Dean's hand, he frowned a little. "What is it, love? Tell me? I hate to see you get upset when you ought to be having a good time and forgetting the bad stuff - at least for the evening."
Dean started to feel even worse, "Nothing, it's nothing," he forced a smile, and then shook his head, "Nah, I'm good, but I won't stop you. Indulge." He nodded at Alex as he looked down at their linked hands. He turned his hand over, lifting his eyes to Alex then smiled. "What do you say we get out of here, and go back to the room, huh?"
"Good call." Alex was itching to get his hands on Dean, to pet him and love him the way he longed to. "Before we do, there was something I wanted to give you, Dean." The one armed man gestured for the check and then handed the waiter his credit card with a smile. "The name on the card is Valery Arntzen," he said to Dean with a smile. "I've never forgotten that... or you."
Dean gave a smile, remembering how, when they first met, Alex had told him his name was Val. Dean hadn't forgotten Alex either, although Sam and his father had been the only constants in his life. So to hear that from Alex almost brought a blush to his cheeks, and he averted his face, hoping that he wouldn’t let that show.
Clearing his throat, Alex gazed at Dean, green eyes meeting green, and yearning for something he knew was more than he could ever have. "I don't have very much that I care about, and I wanted to give you something meaningful... So here." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a little packet, which he handed across the table to Dean. "Keep it and know that it was almost as precious to me as you are."
Dean wore a little frown as Alex seemed to get serious, wondering what the other man was leading up to. "Alex you don't..." He stared at the packet before picking it up and then glanced at Alex as he opened it up. His eyebrows went up when he saw the contents. Pulling out the silver ring, he lifted his head to look at Alex. "Alex... I," he paused, looking at the ring he remembered so well. "I can't accept this? This is yours." Holding it up, he gazed at it again, then back at Alex, seeing by his expression that Alex truly meant for him to have it. "Is this to remind me of you?" He asked, seriously. "Of what we could be?"
"If you like." Alex gave Dean a lop-sided smile. "It's everything and nothing, and it would give me pleasure to see you wear it for me. It's just something I wanted you to have, because you're precious to me, Dean." He spread his fingers. "I dunno. Maybe I'm just stupid. Maybe it won't even fit on your finger. You don't have to have it. I'd just love it, if you did."
Dean turned the ring over in his fingers while gazing at Alex before he raised his hand and slipped it onto a finger. It fit perfectly and he gazed at it. "You used to wear this all the time; I remember." He lifted his eyebrows at Alex, the question unspoken between them.
"Yeah. It was my dad's," said Alex, his eyes suspiciously bright as he watched Dean. "Like I said, there aren't many things that I own that are precious to me, and that was the one most precious thing. It seemed right to give it to the person who's most precious to me."
The waiter reappeared with the check for Alex's signature and Alex scrawled on it, repocketed his credit card and rose to his feet. "Shall we get out of here?" he murmured, wishing he could put his arm around Dean, knowing he didn't dare tie up his one good arm and hating what had happened to him more than ever before. "I want to take you to bed and make you see god. You up for that?"
"Your father's?" Dean blinked a few times as he glanced to the ring again. He twisted it upon his fingers and swallowed hard as the emotion that Dean hated to show almost overwhelmed him. "I never..." he cut himself off. “Yeah, lets." Dean pushed up from his seat, walking out beside Alex, and when they reached the car to get in, Dean suddenly grabbed Alex and jerked him across the seat, so he could kiss him hard and deep. "Let me drop this food off for Sammy, and then I'm all yours."
He drove them back to the motel, where he parted from Alex to drop the food off to his little brother. He checked on Sam who was still asleep and left him a note, telling him the dinner was for him and not to overheat it in the microwave. He then left the car keys there and headed back out to meet Alex.
Dean went to the room door but didn't enter right away. He couldn’t stop himself staring at the ring he’d been given, twisting it upon his finger. He wasn't going to ever take it off. Though he had yet to really say it to him, Alex was very special to him - he was really the first person he’d said, ‘I love you,’ to who hadn't hurt him almost as soon as the words had been out of his mouth. It was starting to feel as if he loved Alex as much as his brother and father.
Pushing open the door to the room at last, he called out, "Honey, I'm home," and smiled.
Alex had taken off his jacket and tie, and was busily turning down the blankets on the bed. As Dean entered, Alex lifted his head and smiled back at him, a smile wider even than Sam's. "Welcome home," he whispered, straightening up and leaving the bed behind as he walked forward into Dean's arms. "I don't think I've ever felt this vulnerable before," he said softly. "You and I, Dean. You and me together. You're all I can see. You've gotten to me like nobody else ever did."
He slid his hand around Dean's neck and pulled him forward so he could brush his lips against Dean's, parting them slightly so that he could nibble against the softness of his lover's lush mouth.
Slowly, slowly, he deepened the caress, lips pressing more firmly, parting Dean's so that he could explore further, breathing more deeply and pressing more closely. "You smell wonderful, baby," he murmured, inhaling the fragrance of Dean's cologne and beneath it Dean's own sweet scent. "You're perfect; you know that?"
Dean found he couldn't move, not under those eyes nor the caresses that grew deeper and deeper the longer their lips teased and pressed together. He wrapped his arms around Alex, holding them together before pulling away momentarily to allow lungs that were burning to fill with air. "I'm not perfect, Xander," he breathed, then kissed him again, "But you make me feel... like I almost could be."
Taking Alex's hand, Dean guided him over to the bed and made him sit down. Lowering himself down beside Alex, Dean leaned in, kissing at his lover’s neck. "You make me feel special. Make me feel, important and...Alex, I told you this once before, a long time ago, but I still feel the same as I did then. I love you, Alex," he leaned in, kissing the man deeply, "You are the only one that truly makes me feel this way," he whispered against Alex's lips.
"I hope I always can." The words had brought the tears to Alex's eyes, and he was staring, eyes wide in an attempt to dry them without them spilling over to run down his cheeks. "And you're gonna have me drummed out of the triple agents' club, if you don't stop getting to my cold, black heart." The grin as he spoke was a mere flicker over his face before he surged in and crushed Dean against him. "We triple agents and stone killers don't like to admit that some young hottie has stolen our heart. We like to pretend we don't have a heart.
Dean smiled, "I think it's time you retired from that, I like your heart like this," Dean leaned back suggestively and licked his lips..
Pushing him backwards onto the bed, Alex kissed him, kissed him again, bringing his hand up to loosen Dean's tie and begin work on the shirt button beneath it. Skilled at one handed work, the shirt was soon unbuttoned, and Alex pushed it off Dean's shoulders and the jacket with it, leaving only the tie around his neck. "I'd love if you'd put your jacket back on," he whispered. "You're a wet dream. Jesus!"
While Alex had been working on his clothing, Dean had Alex's shirt open and pulled from his pants so he was able to touch hot smooth skin. He could tell how fast Alex's heart was beating. How hot his skin was, and Dean wanted more. He smiled between kisses, moaning softly as he pulled back, loving the way that Alex was touching him.
With a lick of his lips, he looked down at his jacket then reached down for it and shrugged back into it, posing. "Like this?" he asked, smirking, and then grabbed Alex, whipping him around to land him on his back on the bed so he was leaning over him. Intense green eyes gazed down into another, equally beautiful pair as he straddled his lover. "I could use my tie to keep you still as I have my savage way with you but..." He leaned down kissing Alex once more, this time gently. "I think you are the wet dream. God, you can kiss. You wanna be on top or shall I?" he asked with a naughty grin.
"I gotta confess, things are easier if I'm underneath, these days," Alex said, wistfully. "I wish it wasn't so, but for the one-armed man, the balance thing is really easy to lose." He reached up and grabbed Dean by the tie, tugging him down to kiss him again, mouth open and sloppy, tongue licking along his teeth as he moaned into his lover's mouth. "So you go on top, and I'll be totally dominated!"
He was hard, Dean's body pressing down on his was enough to get him up and ready, and now his cock was straining against his underwear. "Let's get naked," he whispered against Dean's lips. "I want to feel you all the way along my skin. I want something that'll keep me in fantasies for as long as I need it. I want you, Dean."
Dean gave a chuckle as he leaned over Alex, body resting between the man's legs. His hips rubbed against Alex’s, feeling the bulge in his pants and rubbing his own against it so that they became more and more excited. "I have to agree with that," he agreed. Dean pushed himself up off the bed for a moment, taking his jacket back off. He pulled his tie loose, tossing it aside and then turned back to work on making Alex's clothing disappear.
All the while he was pulling Alex's shirt off, Dean was kissing the man's body, shoulder, neck, chest, leaving wet trails and lip prints over too-heated skin. Once his upper body was bare, Dean pressed back down, letting flesh touch flesh. Dean could have sworn their hearts were beating the same crazy rhythm. He rocked his hips into Alex, rubbing their cocks against each other. "Damn, you’re ready, aren't you. Let's see how ready, huh?" Sitting back once again, Dean returned to his self appointed task of getting Alex naked, working on his pants this time.
"You know what? I'm ready whenever I even think about you, let alone see you." Alex arched into Dean's touch, smiling as he watched his lover unfastening his pants for him. "I know that I'm not much of a catch these days, but, god, Dean, you're so beautiful; you could have anyone you wanted." You can have me, but do you want me? Alex lifted his butt as Dean dragged his trousers down over his thighs, allowing his cock to spring free. "See what I mean? Mr. Spikey down there can't think of anyone else but you, either."
Alex reached to run his fingers along the ridges that marked out Dean's abdominal muscles and then strayed down to the waistband of his jeans. "And how about yours? Is it feeling the pinch, confined in there the way it is? Let him come out and play." He unzipped Dean's jeans as he was speaking and reached in to find and pull Dean's cock free. "There, better."
Tossing Alex’s pants aside carelessly, Dean lifted his head. "But I want you," Dean answered as he ran a hand over Alex's stiff flesh. He gave a moan as it twitched under his hand and then chuckled at Alex’s words. "Mr. Spikey?" he asked, grinning. He dropped down beside Alex, rubbing him over and over as Alex fought to rid Dean of his jeans. He couldn't help his hips jumping as Alex finally fought him free of the denim and then curled his hand around Dean’s cock. He moaned, leaning in to kiss his lover's neck before rolling to his side, lifting his hips and pulling his jeans the rest of the way off.
Naked at last, Dean returned his attention to Alex, rolling over to kiss him deeply as the hand that wasn't supporting his own body began caressing and exploring Alex's. Fingers took in and mapped both beauty and imperfection as they explored, relearning the body under him. Dean's lips trailed kisses along his jaw, nipping it hard before placing kisses to his shoulder. Dean's hand had ventured down to caress over Alex’s cock, feeling the moisture that welled from the tip and noting how hard he was, how ready it felt under his stroking hand. "Mr. Spikey needs a little attention I think."
Moving so that he was between Alex's legs, Dean gazed up at him with a wicked little look in his eyes. His tongue slowly swiped over the hard flesh, painting each side, flat licking the crown of it and tonguing the rim. Taking his time so he could enjoy the full flavor of his lover, Dean’s lips parted, and he took Alex's cock into his mouth, sucking at him, sliding him against his tongue ‘til he was able to take him in almost to the base.
Looking down at Dean made something low in Alex's belly tighten, gave him the sensation that small creatures were fluttering inside him, made everything feel heavy and liquid as his eyes made love to his young lover. Even though he knew that he was going to lose Dean to Sam sooner or later, he couldn't help fighting for him, wanting him, and never more than right this moment as their eyes met, and Dean's pretty mouth surrounded his cock.
"You do that so well," Alex said, leaving unspoken the thought that Dean had obviously been practicing. "Do you have any idea just how much I've dreamed of this, with you? We could be good together, you and I couldn't we?" He'd promised himself that he wouldn't beg, wouldn't plead, but here he was now, unable to help himself as he exposed his soul to his lover. "Dean, I don't want to lose you. Tell me how we can live happily ever after. I mean, dammit, we've just come out of a fucking fairy tale, so how could we not?"
He reached down to touch Dean, feeling the warmth of his lover's gently freckled skin under his fingers and shuddering as Dean's tongue worked on his cock. "All I ever wanted, you are," he mumbled.
After a while, Dean could feel Alex getting close, and pulled away, crawling quickly up his lover's body to kiss him deeply. He moaned into Alex’s mouth, reaching to pull one of his legs around him as he drew slowly back from the kiss. "You're not gonna lose me. Just stay with me. Stay with me and Sam. Don't go back to wherever it is that keeps taking you from me. I'll protect you. I won't let you out of my sight." Dean had never meant anything more as he gazed down at his lover.
"I'm not gonna let those bastards take you from me again," Dean whispered. He kiss Alex again, savagely this time. "Just stay, Xander, Stay with me." He repeated the kiss, "Sam will grow to like you just as much as I do. And you will him. Just stay, don't leave me," Dean rocked his hips into Alex so their cocks rubbed, smearing pre-cum from both of them upon him before drawing back so he could use his hand to guide his cock down to Alex's back entrance.
"Just promise me you will?" He bit Alex's bottom lip as he applied pressure to that ass he’d missed for so long. He felt it give, and he let out a cry as his crown sank into Alex. Then he was pushing his way into his lover, struggling to go deeper, harder, more. "Christ, Xander," he moaned, dropping his head down onto Alex's shoulder, in his attempts to still his own body from trembling.
And this was home, this was everything Alex had ever wanted, all rolled into one. Dean's voice, soft and smoky, purred in his ear, sending little shivers through him; Dean’s arms were around him, holding him against a body that thrummed with need for him. Dean's lips were demanding on his, kissing, sucking, sharing their breath and claiming him in a way that he'd needed since forever.
He wrapped himself around Dean, eyes wide, drinking in the sight of him, loving the dusting of freckles that frosted his tanned skin, feeling his insides melt when his lover's huge, thickly lashed green eyes settled on his, seeming to see so deep inside him that there was nowhere he could hide.
He couldn't get enough of Dean, the sight of him, the scent, the taste and most especially the feel of smooth, taut skin on his, moist mouth skimming his flesh and heated cock pressing inexorably into him, deep and insistent until he was filled so completely that he no longer knew where he ended and Dean began.
"I promise," he whispered, more to himself than to Dean. "I don't want to leave you. I want to set up residence in your pocket, because I don't think I could bear to let you go again. Not now I've finally found you again."
Dean moaned again. His cock was buried deep inside his lover, and he had to stop, wait, resting for a moment, before he started moving his hips to bring them both the pleasure they’d experienced only a few times in each other's arms before. He remembered how intense it was going to be, and he craved it. "Then don't. Don't leave." He kissed Alex deeply as if he could use the kiss to hold them together forever.
Driving his hips home at last, Dean shifted his body just enough so he could reach down between them and grasp Alex's cock in his hand. With Alex only having one arm, it was left up to him to make this as wonderful as possible. Fingers curled, grasping and pumping, his thumb pushing up along the V and smearing pre-cum over the crown. "Christ, you are fucking gorgeous, Xander." Lips clung again. Dean knew he wasn't going to last long - not like this. All he wanted was to know that Alex wasn't going to leave him - to know that he would be with the two people he loved. Hell! All he needed would be his father, and his world would be perfect.
Perfect.
Everything seemed so simple to Alex right now. All he needed - all he thought he'd ever need - was right here in this bed. He could deal with the brother, wanted to, in fact, if that meant that he could have this, be with Dean for the long haul.
He moaned, because Dean's cock was skittering over his most sensitive parts, and his hand was jerking him close to ecstasy, and he drove his head back into the pillows, teeth sunk into his lower lip to keep himself from crying out. He didn't have words to tell Dean just how far beyond beautiful he was to him, but his wordless whimpers and desperate face told it all.
And when he couldn't hold back any more, he came, shuddering into Dean's hand.
Dean turned his head, looking down their bodies as he felt Alex release over his hand, making their movements that much more slippery and triple x rated. Dean thought this was absolutely wonderful, such a perfect moment that he raised his head and kissed Alex deeply, "I love you, Xander," he moaned before pushing up to grab at Alex's hips.
Holding on tightly, he drove into Alex, strong, fast and hard, ‘til at last he couldn't hold back any longer, and his head fell back as he released with a shudder and a tightening of muscles. His teeth were clenched to hold back a cry, but his feelings were clear upon his face as he arched his back and then dropped back over his lover. Tracing over Alex’s soft skin with his mouth, he licked sweat from his lover’s neck and up to his lips, where their lips sought each other and clung. "Now this, I missed a lot." Dean smiled softly.
Pulling from him so his weight wouldn't crush him, Dean let Alex lower his legs and dropped down beside him, allowing their breathing to calm down. "I think it gets better and better each time. How the hell do you do it?" Dean turned his head to Alex with a smirk.
"Me? I just lie back and think of Martians and let you do all the work," snickered Alex. "You young uns have so much energy that I see no reason to compete!" He reached to cup Dean's cheek and hold his face while he kissed him, smiling tenderly into his lover's eyes. "You're right though; it does get better and better. If it gets any better than that, I suspect that it'll kill me!"
He rolled onto his back once more, smiling as he stretched his arm over his head. "I think that this is the time I miss my arm the most. It's making me crazy, thinking of all the things I want to do to you, but I can't, because I'm missing an arm."
The corner of Dean's eyes crinkled from the smile that graced his lips. He rolled to his side, looking at Alex with a little frown. "I know it does, and I wish there was something we could do, but who knows what we will run into. But I love you just the way you are. Any way you are." And the kiss that they shared then was soft, tender, a promise of love to come as they built a life together.
~~~~~~~oo(O)oo~~~~~~~
End of Part 19