Lube and Lace Part A - Alpha House 'Verse
Title: Alpha House 'Verse: Lube and Lace Part A
Pairings: Benny/Sam/Sarah/Castiel/Gabriel/Nick/Kevin/Charlie/Dean and all combinations of those characters.
Series: Alpha House Part 16
Rating: NC-17/Adult
Word Count: 14,100
Alternate Links: AO3 || SPNKink-Meme Prompt || LJ Master Post
Full List of Kinks: [Spoiler (click to open)]M/M, M/F, F/F, ABO AU, power dynamics, AU, anal sex, fingerfucking, group sex, violence, blowjobs, spanking, discipline, gangbang, foodplay, masturbation, voyeurism, felching, comeplay, bondage, D/s, enemas, dub-con, rough sex, car sex, threesome, prostate massage, heat, spitroasting, coming untouched, dirty talk, facefucking, case fic, MOTW, magic, cunnilingus, rimming, DP, foursome, casual sex.
Setting: ABO AU where people live longer, but the guys are all in their early 20s to mid 30s.
Summary: This chapter - Dean gets his first taste of what morning prep should've been like all along, then Charlie goes shopping for Dean.
Fill for an Anonymous Prompt. Follow the link for the full prompt.
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Alpha House 'Verse: Lube and Lace Part A
Dean woke up alone in bed. Gabe and Cas had both had to get up early, and before they left they'd kissed him goodbye, telling him to sleep in, which he'd gladly agreed to do. He rolled around in bed for a while, enjoying the laziness. He had an appointment later in the day, but this morning he could do whatever he wanted to.
“Hey,” Charlie said from the doorway, waving at him.
“Hey, Charlie,” Dean said, his voice scratchy from sleep.
“The guys told me to let you sleep in,” she said. “I'm usually up by five or six in the morning, but I don't know what your schedule is like. If you want to stay in bed for a while, I can find something else to do.”
Dean smiled as he rolled himself over, sitting on the edge of the bed, wiping the sleep from his eyes. “I'm up. I usually get up early, but the guys told me to chill out. I've been half asleep for the last hour or so anyway. I don't think my body would let me sleep past ten in the morning,” he said, shaking his head and looking over at the clock, which read quarter to ten.
“Cool!” she said, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
Dean realized she was already dressed for the day in jeans and a red baby doll shirt with iron man on the front. She didn't have any shoes or socks on and he found it very sexy that her toes were curling into the carpet as she talked to him.
“So you ready?” she asked.
Dean looked up at her, probably looking very confused, but he wasn't fully awake yet. “Huh?”
“You're adorable when you're confused,” she said as she walked into the room.
She ran her fingers over his scalp, cupping the back of his head in a casual gesture that instantly warmed him, and he leaned into the touch, a small smile on his face.
“C'mon,” she said, leaning down and kissing his forehead, “I can't wait to see what you've got under those clothes.” She winked, then turned and headed for the en-suite bathroom.
Dean's cock took a moment to fully realize what she'd said, but it quickly woke up the rest of the way and twitched. He heard Charlie looking through the cabinets in the bathroom, then the water starting. He was suddenly unsure how he felt about Charlie doing this. He didn't know her very well. Sure, she was hot, but even with Missouri and Meg talking about preparation, he was a little hesitant.
He wanted it to be awesome. And he had a feeling Charlie could make it a nice experience. It wasn't his favorite thing in the world to do, but he already knew she wouldn't make him feel funny about it. The fact that she'd asked for the job had to mean she really liked it herself, right?
Dean wondered if he should bring it up as another rule to ditch, but as soon as that thought hit him, he remembered how Meg and Missouri talked about preparing a carus, how much Charlie wanted it, and he decided to see how this went before bringing it up. If it was that awesome, why ask that it stop?
He stood up, then remembered he'd slept naked. He sighed, mentally shrugging. She was going to see him naked eventually anyway. As he padded across the floor, he tried to think of non-sexy things to keep his dick under control. He had no idea how Charlie would feel about him walking in with a semi.
Dean stopped in the doorway, staring at a very naked Charlie, bending over a little as she attached the hose to the shower system. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at him.
“Get in!” she said as she finished with the hose, then walked to the other side of the bathroom and grabbed two towels.
“You're, I-ah, okay,” he said. He'd been around plenty of naked women. If she wanted to do this naked, he shouldn't say anything and possibly miss out on naked chick if she thought he was uncomfortable and put her clothes back on.
Her tits were perfect, like nearly all tits were, because they were tits. Even after he stepped into the shower and closed his eyes, hand on the tiles, he couldn't get his dick to ignore her body. She stepped into the shower behind him and messed with the water temperature. He faced the tiles, his side to her, hoping she wouldn't notice his rapidly growing erection.
Dean flinched when the water started coming out of the shower head, not expecting it, and he was glad she wasn't looking at him. When he felt soapy hands on his back, he froze.
“Nice shoulders,” Charlie drawled as she ran her hands over his arms and shoulders.
He needed a shower anyway. He just hadn't expected to be washed. He let himself relax. If she wanted to wash him, he wasn't going to complain. A small noise that was somewhat like a whimper came out of him as she pressed her body against his back.
“You okay?” she asked, her arms wrapping around him to work on his chest.
Dean chuckled. “Kevin never washed me,” he said. He really hoped she wouldn't mind his rock hard erection.
“Aww,” she said, then kissed his back, “that's half the fun!”
“Fuck,” Dean growled as her hands moved down his stomach and she started washing his dick and balls. He really hoped it didn't offend her.
“Somebody's happy to see me,” Charlie said, and from her tone of voice, she had to be smiling. “Now if I could get the rest of you to enjoy this, it would be perfect.”
Dean chuckled nervously. “I'm kinda new to this. I fought Kevin on it, so he wasn't able to really make it enjoyable for either one of us. And I didn't know how you'd react to Little Dean being up for a shower.”
Charlie snorted. “I'd be insulted if he didn't wanna play.”
Dean chuckled again, relaxing more as her hands moved down his legs. He yelped as she bit his left ass cheek, then he smiled. This was quickly becoming awesome. And once he thought about it, he realized she'd probably known all along he was getting hard, that he was nervous. She was an empath. And by not soothing him like a skittish animal, she was letting him save face.
Charlie washed his feet, her fingers slipping between his toes quickly and efficiently. “Well, since you've never had anything but a perfunctory morning prep, then I think you're going to have a great time. Relax and enjoy it. I like it so much I would've fought Kevin for the privilege if he'd offered a battle.”
“Really?” Dean asked. “I mean you sounded like you really wanted it, but I didn't realize you wanted it that bad.”
Her hands moved up the backs of his legs, her right hand going between his cheeks as her left hand slid across his stomach and chest, then she pinched a nipple. He grinned. Yeah, this was awesome.
“Yep,” she said. “I love doing this. Being carus, you've got so much responsibility that it can get to be too much, weigh you down. Starting out the day all fresh and relaxed and feeling a little pampered, that sounds like something I'd want if I were in your position, so I love being that, doing that for you.”
“That does sound nice,” he agreed, then turned as she grabbed his left arm and pulled him to face her.
“Your turn,” she said, holding the bottle of body wash out to him.
He took the bottle from her, then stood there, probably looking a bit confused for a moment as she held her hands out to her sides.
“Oh,” he said, shaking his head. “I get to do you?” he asked, a grin on his face.
“Hell yeah!” she said with a nod. “Unless you don't want to,” she said, a smirk on her face as if she already knew there wasn't a chance he'd refuse.
“Awesome,” Dean whispered as he squeezed soap onto his hand, then set the bottle on the ledge to his right. “Sarah's not gonna kill me, right?” he asked, his hands inches away from her wet body.
Charlie snorted. “The only reason she's not in here fingering herself is because this is something private. It's all about you, not her and not me.”
“Oh, it's a little bit about you,” Dean said with a nod as he ran his hands over her shoulders, down her arms, between her fingers. His hands moved back up to her shoulders, then down her chest. He didn't hesitate as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs flicking her nipples.
Charlie moaned, and she reached out with her right hand, taking hold of Dean's cock. She stroked it with a soapy hand. Dean smiled down at her, his hands sliding over her stomach, around her sides, and he pushed up against her as he washed her back, his cock almost painfully hard. The thought of it leaking precome onto her stomach thrilled him.
“Of course it's a little bit about me,” she said softly. “A guy like you gets off on making others happy, which is why I'm giving you permission to touch and do anything you want in here within the limits of what Cas, Gabe, Sarah, and you have decided on. This is your time, and as long as we get the preparation in there at some point, you can eat me out or fuck my ass every morning.”
Dean groaned, long and loud as his hips twitched, fucking her fist. He pushed between her cheeks with the fingers of his right hand, letting the soap run over the delicate skin there, but not doing anything more than washing her.
“Or I could blow you every morning,” she said, chuckling when he swore. “I mean it. This is your time.”
Dean leaned down and nibbled at her neck, scenting her even though she mostly smelled of shower soap. He'd be able to pick her out of a crowd now, and it calmed his inner instincts, knowing another member of his house was in his scenting memory.
“Do you mind fingers inside you?” he asked, mouthing at her neck.
“Fingers are good,” she said, her hand moving faster on him, “both in my ass and in my pussy. I'm just really sensitive, so I don't like rough fingerfucking in my pussy. Sarah has fucked me with a strap-on, but it was too much in my pussy.”
“That sucks,” Dean said, a hand on each of Charlie's ass cheeks, squeezing and massaging them.
“I have plenty of fun, so don't feel bad for me,” Charlie said with a chuckle. “I'm one of those rare women born with extended nerve bundles.”
“I've never heard of that,” Dean said, wondering if he'd be able to figure out what she was saying if she got technical because she was so good at handjobs his brain might check out of the conversation soon.
“My asshole is extra sensitive to stimulation,” she said, pushing her breasts against him as he reached between her ass cheeks to run a finger over her asshole. “It stimulates my vaginal area, including my clit and vaginal opening, making me spasm like I'm being fucked in my pussy.”
“So can you come like that without anyone touching your clit?” Dean asked.
“Yup,” Charlie said.
“Wow,” Dean said, impressed and turned on by the idea. “Is your clit too sensitive?”
“Nope,” she said, then nibbled at his chest. “I love having my clit played with. It's way up inside me that's too sensitive, which is why dicks and strap-ons don't feel good.”
“So you don't mind?” he asked.
“Not at all,” she said, changing how she stroked him, pointing his dick up and stroking him between their bodies. “In fact I have a higher-than-normal libido for a beta, and Sarah makes sure I get plenty of sex.”
Dean's hips twitched, fucking up into Charlie's hand again. “I'm gonna come if you don't stop,” he growled into her shoulder.
“Do you want me to stop?” she asked, leaning against him, her breasts brushing against him, her belly bumping into the underside of his dick, his balls sliding against her.
“Hell no,” Dean said. “Can I make you come?” he asked.
“Yeah, I'd like that,” she said with a nod, brushing her nose and cheek against his chest. “If you play with my clit, I'll come faster.”
“I have something else in mind,” he said, grunting and fucking her fist as he came, the thought of what he was about to do to her pushing him over the edge. As soon as he could kneel without faceplanting in the shower, he dropped down, not caring that the floor of the shower was hard.
“Oh!” Charlie moaned as he leaned in and licked at her pussy lips.
The water cascaded down her back, so he didn't have to worry about getting a face full of water. He pushed his tongue between her lips, flicking her clit and grinning as she gasped and spread her legs, her hands smacking against the tile as she awkwardly tried to keep herself from falling. He put his hands on her outer thighs, a sure hold in case she lost her footing and slipped.
“Oh, I-oh!” Charlie said, her voice breathy and a little higher than normal. “Dean, oh, yeah, yeah,” she said, her thighs shaking as she panted.
Dean pushed the flat of his tongue against her clit, testing out how sensitive she was. She gasped and shook, but didn't pull away, so he pushed harder, wiggling his tongue. As soon as she pulled back, he eased off, making a mental note of what was too much for her, flicking his tongue back and forth.
She whined, the sound making his cock twitch even though he'd already come. He flicked up and down and she let out a squeal. He tried not to chuckle, knowing he'd found exactly what she liked.
“Dean! Dea-yeah, yes! Dean!” she yelled, pushing against his face as she came, her whole body trembling.
He was careful, paying close attention to every move she made, every noise that came from her so he didn't ruin her orgasm by overstimulating her. He didn't shove his tongue into her hole, but instead gently licked over it, enjoying the taste of her.
When she grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, he let her, looking up at her with a grin, her slick all over his mouth.
“Now that's how you start the morning,” she said, her voice a little slurred.
Dean chuckled. “I'm happy to be of service.”
She crouched down and licked at his face, cleaning him up. He moaned, getting a huge kick out of the broad swipes of her tongue, catching every bit of the mess she'd made on him. When she was done, she stood up and grabbed his arm, pulling him up too.
“C'mere,” she said, turning him toward the wall of the shower. She flipped the shower head off, making the water come out of the hand-held hose instead, then grabbed a tube of lube from the shelf. “I wanna get my fingers in that cute ass of yours.”
Dean smiled, spreading his legs. She was gentle with him, rubbing her breasts up against him as she pushed her fingers into him. It made everything less clinical and seemed more like they were having some kinky fun, especially when she would lean in and kiss his back.
Charlie pushed the hose into him even more gently than she'd been with her fingers. “Gabe told me to be extra careful with your hole for a few days,” she said.
Dean winced. “Yeah, Kevin got a little rough.”
“That never should've happened,” she said softly.
“I know,” Dean said. “I won't push you like I did him. And I won't be pushing him again either.”
“No,” Charlie said, looking up at him with an intensity in her eyes that made his breath catch. “That never should've happened,” she said, her words clearly enunciated, and he got the feeling she was trying to make a bigger point than the words might seem to convey.
Dean turned to the tiles again. He didn't get the feeling she was upset at him for what had happened. In fact he knew without a doubt Kevin was the one she was referring to. Dean wondered what it meant for the relationships in the house.
The rest of them had forgiven Kevin, as far as he knew, but Charlie and Sarah hadn't been in the house for the discussions between everyone. They hadn't seen Kevin's remorse, hadn't seen the sincerity.
He'd talk with Benny and Sam about it, let them know they should watch Sarah and Charlie to make sure they didn't hold a grudge. If they viewed the preparation as a special time every morning like Missouri and Meg did, maybe they wouldn't be able to let it go.
“Hey, wash my hair while I'm filling you,” Charlie said, and when he looked down at her, the severe look on her face was gone as if it was never there. She was smiling and her eyes were bright.
“Okay,” he said, grabbing the shampoo bottle and squirting some onto his hand.
It was a little awkward, but he twisted at the waist, running his fingers through her hair and scratching gently at her scalp, grinning when she moaned with pleasure.
“Hold it,” she said in warning, then pulled the hose out of him, giving his ass a little pat.
She turned the valve on the splitter again so the flow of water came out of the shower head, then she stepped back under the spray, leaning her head back and rinsing the soap from her hair. When she was done, she poured some shampoo on her hand and started washing Dean's hair. He bent at the waist so she could reach everywhere.
“I usually hate holding it for a few minutes,” Dean commented, his eyes closed. “It's nice to have the distraction from the stomach cramps.”
“I have great hands,” she drawled.
He chuckled. “Yes, you do,” he said. She took hold of his arm and led him under the spray of water and fluffed his hair to get the shampoo out.
“You don't have bad cramps, do you?” she asked once he stepped out from the under the spray.
“No, it's just not my favorite feeling in the world,” he said as she rinsed the rest of his body, running her hands over him.
“Are you comfortable with me staying in the bathroom,” she asked, “or would you rather I wait in your room and I can lube you up in there?”
Dean opened his mouth, ready to say he didn't want her in the bathroom while he released the water, but she seemed so casual about it, so accepting.
“Do you usually stay in the bathroom?” he asked, rubbing his stomach.
“Becky was fine with me staying,” she said with a shrug, “but I'll understand if you'd rather I leave. It doesn't bother me either way. You've already seen that I'm doing this for you, not me, so it's completely up to you.”
Dean nodded. “Okay, I think I'd rather have some privacy, but you've been so awesome about this so far, there's a part of me that thinks I might change my mind about it in the future.”
Charlie's face lit up with a huge smile and she clapped. “Yay! I'm so excited I make you feel comfortable!” she said, and Dean could practically feel her enthusiasm. “You just made my day!”
Dean chuckled, shaking his head as she walked out of the bathroom, a bounce in her step, dripping wet. She left the door open, and he didn't bother to close it. He finished up, then wiped down the bathroom, tossing his towel into the hamper as he walked out.
She was standing in the middle of the room in Green Lantern underoos and a matching bra. He nearly tripped over his own feet when he saw her. There was a plain white tank top and jeans draped over the bed, both of which looked as if they'd fit Charlie, and to the right of those was a pair of his dark jeans, an undershirt, and one of his nicer button-down shirts. She must've known he had an appointment later that required slightly nicer attire than his every-day clothes.
“Are you dressing me?” he asked with a grin.
“I can stop if you don't want me to,” she said, squirting some lube onto her fingers, “but I got in the habit of doing it for both Sarah and Becky.”
“I don't have a problem with it,” he said with a smile, shaking his head. “I just didn't realize everything you'd be doing for me.”
“Oh, I'm full-service, baby,” she said with a wink, then gestured toward the end of the bed. “Now bend over. I didn't get enough of that cute ass yet this morning.”
He chuckled, bending over and resting his hands on the end of the bed, then spreading his legs. She made him feel good about himself. He knew he had a nice body, but she made it seem like a pleasure to touch him. If he would've known pampering could feel like this without awkwardness and condescension, he'd have been excited about it from the beginning.
“Tell me if this hurts at all,” Charlie said as she spread his cheeks. “I'm being gentle, but Gabe said you had a little tear in there, and the water and stretching could've irritated it, which is why I'm lubing you up even though your ass if off limits for a few days.”
“Yes, ma'am,” he said.
“Oh, you'd better knock that shit off,” she said with a chuckle. “I'll end up humping your leg multiple times a day if you're all gentlemanly and calling me ma'am.”
“In case you're wondering, I wouldn't mind the leg humping,” he said with a grin, even though she couldn't see his face.
Charlie snorted. “Yeah, but I wouldn't get anything done around here.”
“Again, I don't have a problem with that,” he said.
“You're cute,” she said, pulling her fingers out and giving his right ass cheek a smack. “All done.”
“Thank you, ma'am,” he said, grinning as he picked up his jeans, looking for his boxers.
He saw Charlie pull her jeans on, but she didn't say anything as he lifted his shirts off the bed, checking for the missing underwear.
“Where are my boxers?” he asked, turning to her with a shirt in one hand and his jeans in the other.
“You don't get boxers today,” she said, her voice playful.
Dean chuckled. “And why's that?”
“Because,” she chirped, pulling her shirt over her head and down over her breasts, “I needed a few pairs of your underwear so I can compare sizes at Victoria's Secret later today.”
Dean's jaw dropped, and he could feel the blush on his face. He was probably blushing all the way down his neck.
“I can't wait to see you in panties,” Charlie said, her voice low and so fucking hot that Dean's cock twitched and he groaned.
“Now I have to go to the appointment with a hard-on,” he grumbled.
“Aww, poor baby,” Charlie said, walking over to his dresser and pulling out his socks, then tossing them on the bed. “I'm sure the look on their faces will make everything worth it.”
“Gabe seemed kinda into it,” Dean said with a shy chuckle as he sat down on the bed and pulled his socks on.
Dean knew she could've said something about how nice the new panties would feel, how sexy he would feel, but instead she'd focused his attention on how his mates would react to it. It was telling of how well she already knew him. If he could focus on his mates, he wouldn't have time to freak out.
“Yeah, everybody's gonna be into it,” she said, leaning down and kissing his cheek. “Including me,” she said, then left him sitting on the bed nearly drooling after her.
Part B
Pairings: Benny/Sam/Sarah/Castiel/Gabriel/Nick/Kevin/Charlie/Dean and all combinations of those characters.
Series: Alpha House Part 16
Rating: NC-17/Adult
Word Count: 14,100
Alternate Links: AO3 || SPNKink-Meme Prompt || LJ Master Post
Full List of Kinks: [Spoiler (click to open)]M/M, M/F, F/F, ABO AU, power dynamics, AU, anal sex, fingerfucking, group sex, violence, blowjobs, spanking, discipline, gangbang, foodplay, masturbation, voyeurism, felching, comeplay, bondage, D/s, enemas, dub-con, rough sex, car sex, threesome, prostate massage, heat, spitroasting, coming untouched, dirty talk, facefucking, case fic, MOTW, magic, cunnilingus, rimming, DP, foursome, casual sex.
Setting: ABO AU where people live longer, but the guys are all in their early 20s to mid 30s.
Summary: This chapter - Dean gets his first taste of what morning prep should've been like all along, then Charlie goes shopping for Dean.
Fill for an Anonymous Prompt. Follow the link for the full prompt.
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Alpha House 'Verse: Lube and Lace Part A
Dean woke up alone in bed. Gabe and Cas had both had to get up early, and before they left they'd kissed him goodbye, telling him to sleep in, which he'd gladly agreed to do. He rolled around in bed for a while, enjoying the laziness. He had an appointment later in the day, but this morning he could do whatever he wanted to.
“Hey,” Charlie said from the doorway, waving at him.
“Hey, Charlie,” Dean said, his voice scratchy from sleep.
“The guys told me to let you sleep in,” she said. “I'm usually up by five or six in the morning, but I don't know what your schedule is like. If you want to stay in bed for a while, I can find something else to do.”
Dean smiled as he rolled himself over, sitting on the edge of the bed, wiping the sleep from his eyes. “I'm up. I usually get up early, but the guys told me to chill out. I've been half asleep for the last hour or so anyway. I don't think my body would let me sleep past ten in the morning,” he said, shaking his head and looking over at the clock, which read quarter to ten.
“Cool!” she said, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
Dean realized she was already dressed for the day in jeans and a red baby doll shirt with iron man on the front. She didn't have any shoes or socks on and he found it very sexy that her toes were curling into the carpet as she talked to him.
“So you ready?” she asked.
Dean looked up at her, probably looking very confused, but he wasn't fully awake yet. “Huh?”
“You're adorable when you're confused,” she said as she walked into the room.
She ran her fingers over his scalp, cupping the back of his head in a casual gesture that instantly warmed him, and he leaned into the touch, a small smile on his face.
“C'mon,” she said, leaning down and kissing his forehead, “I can't wait to see what you've got under those clothes.” She winked, then turned and headed for the en-suite bathroom.
Dean's cock took a moment to fully realize what she'd said, but it quickly woke up the rest of the way and twitched. He heard Charlie looking through the cabinets in the bathroom, then the water starting. He was suddenly unsure how he felt about Charlie doing this. He didn't know her very well. Sure, she was hot, but even with Missouri and Meg talking about preparation, he was a little hesitant.
He wanted it to be awesome. And he had a feeling Charlie could make it a nice experience. It wasn't his favorite thing in the world to do, but he already knew she wouldn't make him feel funny about it. The fact that she'd asked for the job had to mean she really liked it herself, right?
Dean wondered if he should bring it up as another rule to ditch, but as soon as that thought hit him, he remembered how Meg and Missouri talked about preparing a carus, how much Charlie wanted it, and he decided to see how this went before bringing it up. If it was that awesome, why ask that it stop?
He stood up, then remembered he'd slept naked. He sighed, mentally shrugging. She was going to see him naked eventually anyway. As he padded across the floor, he tried to think of non-sexy things to keep his dick under control. He had no idea how Charlie would feel about him walking in with a semi.
Dean stopped in the doorway, staring at a very naked Charlie, bending over a little as she attached the hose to the shower system. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at him.
“Get in!” she said as she finished with the hose, then walked to the other side of the bathroom and grabbed two towels.
“You're, I-ah, okay,” he said. He'd been around plenty of naked women. If she wanted to do this naked, he shouldn't say anything and possibly miss out on naked chick if she thought he was uncomfortable and put her clothes back on.
Her tits were perfect, like nearly all tits were, because they were tits. Even after he stepped into the shower and closed his eyes, hand on the tiles, he couldn't get his dick to ignore her body. She stepped into the shower behind him and messed with the water temperature. He faced the tiles, his side to her, hoping she wouldn't notice his rapidly growing erection.
Dean flinched when the water started coming out of the shower head, not expecting it, and he was glad she wasn't looking at him. When he felt soapy hands on his back, he froze.
“Nice shoulders,” Charlie drawled as she ran her hands over his arms and shoulders.
He needed a shower anyway. He just hadn't expected to be washed. He let himself relax. If she wanted to wash him, he wasn't going to complain. A small noise that was somewhat like a whimper came out of him as she pressed her body against his back.
“You okay?” she asked, her arms wrapping around him to work on his chest.
Dean chuckled. “Kevin never washed me,” he said. He really hoped she wouldn't mind his rock hard erection.
“Aww,” she said, then kissed his back, “that's half the fun!”
“Fuck,” Dean growled as her hands moved down his stomach and she started washing his dick and balls. He really hoped it didn't offend her.
“Somebody's happy to see me,” Charlie said, and from her tone of voice, she had to be smiling. “Now if I could get the rest of you to enjoy this, it would be perfect.”
Dean chuckled nervously. “I'm kinda new to this. I fought Kevin on it, so he wasn't able to really make it enjoyable for either one of us. And I didn't know how you'd react to Little Dean being up for a shower.”
Charlie snorted. “I'd be insulted if he didn't wanna play.”
Dean chuckled again, relaxing more as her hands moved down his legs. He yelped as she bit his left ass cheek, then he smiled. This was quickly becoming awesome. And once he thought about it, he realized she'd probably known all along he was getting hard, that he was nervous. She was an empath. And by not soothing him like a skittish animal, she was letting him save face.
Charlie washed his feet, her fingers slipping between his toes quickly and efficiently. “Well, since you've never had anything but a perfunctory morning prep, then I think you're going to have a great time. Relax and enjoy it. I like it so much I would've fought Kevin for the privilege if he'd offered a battle.”
“Really?” Dean asked. “I mean you sounded like you really wanted it, but I didn't realize you wanted it that bad.”
Her hands moved up the backs of his legs, her right hand going between his cheeks as her left hand slid across his stomach and chest, then she pinched a nipple. He grinned. Yeah, this was awesome.
“Yep,” she said. “I love doing this. Being carus, you've got so much responsibility that it can get to be too much, weigh you down. Starting out the day all fresh and relaxed and feeling a little pampered, that sounds like something I'd want if I were in your position, so I love being that, doing that for you.”
“That does sound nice,” he agreed, then turned as she grabbed his left arm and pulled him to face her.
“Your turn,” she said, holding the bottle of body wash out to him.
He took the bottle from her, then stood there, probably looking a bit confused for a moment as she held her hands out to her sides.
“Oh,” he said, shaking his head. “I get to do you?” he asked, a grin on his face.
“Hell yeah!” she said with a nod. “Unless you don't want to,” she said, a smirk on her face as if she already knew there wasn't a chance he'd refuse.
“Awesome,” Dean whispered as he squeezed soap onto his hand, then set the bottle on the ledge to his right. “Sarah's not gonna kill me, right?” he asked, his hands inches away from her wet body.
Charlie snorted. “The only reason she's not in here fingering herself is because this is something private. It's all about you, not her and not me.”
“Oh, it's a little bit about you,” Dean said with a nod as he ran his hands over her shoulders, down her arms, between her fingers. His hands moved back up to her shoulders, then down her chest. He didn't hesitate as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs flicking her nipples.
Charlie moaned, and she reached out with her right hand, taking hold of Dean's cock. She stroked it with a soapy hand. Dean smiled down at her, his hands sliding over her stomach, around her sides, and he pushed up against her as he washed her back, his cock almost painfully hard. The thought of it leaking precome onto her stomach thrilled him.
“Of course it's a little bit about me,” she said softly. “A guy like you gets off on making others happy, which is why I'm giving you permission to touch and do anything you want in here within the limits of what Cas, Gabe, Sarah, and you have decided on. This is your time, and as long as we get the preparation in there at some point, you can eat me out or fuck my ass every morning.”
Dean groaned, long and loud as his hips twitched, fucking her fist. He pushed between her cheeks with the fingers of his right hand, letting the soap run over the delicate skin there, but not doing anything more than washing her.
“Or I could blow you every morning,” she said, chuckling when he swore. “I mean it. This is your time.”
Dean leaned down and nibbled at her neck, scenting her even though she mostly smelled of shower soap. He'd be able to pick her out of a crowd now, and it calmed his inner instincts, knowing another member of his house was in his scenting memory.
“Do you mind fingers inside you?” he asked, mouthing at her neck.
“Fingers are good,” she said, her hand moving faster on him, “both in my ass and in my pussy. I'm just really sensitive, so I don't like rough fingerfucking in my pussy. Sarah has fucked me with a strap-on, but it was too much in my pussy.”
“That sucks,” Dean said, a hand on each of Charlie's ass cheeks, squeezing and massaging them.
“I have plenty of fun, so don't feel bad for me,” Charlie said with a chuckle. “I'm one of those rare women born with extended nerve bundles.”
“I've never heard of that,” Dean said, wondering if he'd be able to figure out what she was saying if she got technical because she was so good at handjobs his brain might check out of the conversation soon.
“My asshole is extra sensitive to stimulation,” she said, pushing her breasts against him as he reached between her ass cheeks to run a finger over her asshole. “It stimulates my vaginal area, including my clit and vaginal opening, making me spasm like I'm being fucked in my pussy.”
“So can you come like that without anyone touching your clit?” Dean asked.
“Yup,” Charlie said.
“Wow,” Dean said, impressed and turned on by the idea. “Is your clit too sensitive?”
“Nope,” she said, then nibbled at his chest. “I love having my clit played with. It's way up inside me that's too sensitive, which is why dicks and strap-ons don't feel good.”
“So you don't mind?” he asked.
“Not at all,” she said, changing how she stroked him, pointing his dick up and stroking him between their bodies. “In fact I have a higher-than-normal libido for a beta, and Sarah makes sure I get plenty of sex.”
Dean's hips twitched, fucking up into Charlie's hand again. “I'm gonna come if you don't stop,” he growled into her shoulder.
“Do you want me to stop?” she asked, leaning against him, her breasts brushing against him, her belly bumping into the underside of his dick, his balls sliding against her.
“Hell no,” Dean said. “Can I make you come?” he asked.
“Yeah, I'd like that,” she said with a nod, brushing her nose and cheek against his chest. “If you play with my clit, I'll come faster.”
“I have something else in mind,” he said, grunting and fucking her fist as he came, the thought of what he was about to do to her pushing him over the edge. As soon as he could kneel without faceplanting in the shower, he dropped down, not caring that the floor of the shower was hard.
“Oh!” Charlie moaned as he leaned in and licked at her pussy lips.
The water cascaded down her back, so he didn't have to worry about getting a face full of water. He pushed his tongue between her lips, flicking her clit and grinning as she gasped and spread her legs, her hands smacking against the tile as she awkwardly tried to keep herself from falling. He put his hands on her outer thighs, a sure hold in case she lost her footing and slipped.
“Oh, I-oh!” Charlie said, her voice breathy and a little higher than normal. “Dean, oh, yeah, yeah,” she said, her thighs shaking as she panted.
Dean pushed the flat of his tongue against her clit, testing out how sensitive she was. She gasped and shook, but didn't pull away, so he pushed harder, wiggling his tongue. As soon as she pulled back, he eased off, making a mental note of what was too much for her, flicking his tongue back and forth.
She whined, the sound making his cock twitch even though he'd already come. He flicked up and down and she let out a squeal. He tried not to chuckle, knowing he'd found exactly what she liked.
“Dean! Dea-yeah, yes! Dean!” she yelled, pushing against his face as she came, her whole body trembling.
He was careful, paying close attention to every move she made, every noise that came from her so he didn't ruin her orgasm by overstimulating her. He didn't shove his tongue into her hole, but instead gently licked over it, enjoying the taste of her.
When she grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, he let her, looking up at her with a grin, her slick all over his mouth.
“Now that's how you start the morning,” she said, her voice a little slurred.
Dean chuckled. “I'm happy to be of service.”
She crouched down and licked at his face, cleaning him up. He moaned, getting a huge kick out of the broad swipes of her tongue, catching every bit of the mess she'd made on him. When she was done, she stood up and grabbed his arm, pulling him up too.
“C'mere,” she said, turning him toward the wall of the shower. She flipped the shower head off, making the water come out of the hand-held hose instead, then grabbed a tube of lube from the shelf. “I wanna get my fingers in that cute ass of yours.”
Dean smiled, spreading his legs. She was gentle with him, rubbing her breasts up against him as she pushed her fingers into him. It made everything less clinical and seemed more like they were having some kinky fun, especially when she would lean in and kiss his back.
Charlie pushed the hose into him even more gently than she'd been with her fingers. “Gabe told me to be extra careful with your hole for a few days,” she said.
Dean winced. “Yeah, Kevin got a little rough.”
“That never should've happened,” she said softly.
“I know,” Dean said. “I won't push you like I did him. And I won't be pushing him again either.”
“No,” Charlie said, looking up at him with an intensity in her eyes that made his breath catch. “That never should've happened,” she said, her words clearly enunciated, and he got the feeling she was trying to make a bigger point than the words might seem to convey.
Dean turned to the tiles again. He didn't get the feeling she was upset at him for what had happened. In fact he knew without a doubt Kevin was the one she was referring to. Dean wondered what it meant for the relationships in the house.
The rest of them had forgiven Kevin, as far as he knew, but Charlie and Sarah hadn't been in the house for the discussions between everyone. They hadn't seen Kevin's remorse, hadn't seen the sincerity.
He'd talk with Benny and Sam about it, let them know they should watch Sarah and Charlie to make sure they didn't hold a grudge. If they viewed the preparation as a special time every morning like Missouri and Meg did, maybe they wouldn't be able to let it go.
“Hey, wash my hair while I'm filling you,” Charlie said, and when he looked down at her, the severe look on her face was gone as if it was never there. She was smiling and her eyes were bright.
“Okay,” he said, grabbing the shampoo bottle and squirting some onto his hand.
It was a little awkward, but he twisted at the waist, running his fingers through her hair and scratching gently at her scalp, grinning when she moaned with pleasure.
“Hold it,” she said in warning, then pulled the hose out of him, giving his ass a little pat.
She turned the valve on the splitter again so the flow of water came out of the shower head, then she stepped back under the spray, leaning her head back and rinsing the soap from her hair. When she was done, she poured some shampoo on her hand and started washing Dean's hair. He bent at the waist so she could reach everywhere.
“I usually hate holding it for a few minutes,” Dean commented, his eyes closed. “It's nice to have the distraction from the stomach cramps.”
“I have great hands,” she drawled.
He chuckled. “Yes, you do,” he said. She took hold of his arm and led him under the spray of water and fluffed his hair to get the shampoo out.
“You don't have bad cramps, do you?” she asked once he stepped out from the under the spray.
“No, it's just not my favorite feeling in the world,” he said as she rinsed the rest of his body, running her hands over him.
“Are you comfortable with me staying in the bathroom,” she asked, “or would you rather I wait in your room and I can lube you up in there?”
Dean opened his mouth, ready to say he didn't want her in the bathroom while he released the water, but she seemed so casual about it, so accepting.
“Do you usually stay in the bathroom?” he asked, rubbing his stomach.
“Becky was fine with me staying,” she said with a shrug, “but I'll understand if you'd rather I leave. It doesn't bother me either way. You've already seen that I'm doing this for you, not me, so it's completely up to you.”
Dean nodded. “Okay, I think I'd rather have some privacy, but you've been so awesome about this so far, there's a part of me that thinks I might change my mind about it in the future.”
Charlie's face lit up with a huge smile and she clapped. “Yay! I'm so excited I make you feel comfortable!” she said, and Dean could practically feel her enthusiasm. “You just made my day!”
Dean chuckled, shaking his head as she walked out of the bathroom, a bounce in her step, dripping wet. She left the door open, and he didn't bother to close it. He finished up, then wiped down the bathroom, tossing his towel into the hamper as he walked out.
She was standing in the middle of the room in Green Lantern underoos and a matching bra. He nearly tripped over his own feet when he saw her. There was a plain white tank top and jeans draped over the bed, both of which looked as if they'd fit Charlie, and to the right of those was a pair of his dark jeans, an undershirt, and one of his nicer button-down shirts. She must've known he had an appointment later that required slightly nicer attire than his every-day clothes.
“Are you dressing me?” he asked with a grin.
“I can stop if you don't want me to,” she said, squirting some lube onto her fingers, “but I got in the habit of doing it for both Sarah and Becky.”
“I don't have a problem with it,” he said with a smile, shaking his head. “I just didn't realize everything you'd be doing for me.”
“Oh, I'm full-service, baby,” she said with a wink, then gestured toward the end of the bed. “Now bend over. I didn't get enough of that cute ass yet this morning.”
He chuckled, bending over and resting his hands on the end of the bed, then spreading his legs. She made him feel good about himself. He knew he had a nice body, but she made it seem like a pleasure to touch him. If he would've known pampering could feel like this without awkwardness and condescension, he'd have been excited about it from the beginning.
“Tell me if this hurts at all,” Charlie said as she spread his cheeks. “I'm being gentle, but Gabe said you had a little tear in there, and the water and stretching could've irritated it, which is why I'm lubing you up even though your ass if off limits for a few days.”
“Yes, ma'am,” he said.
“Oh, you'd better knock that shit off,” she said with a chuckle. “I'll end up humping your leg multiple times a day if you're all gentlemanly and calling me ma'am.”
“In case you're wondering, I wouldn't mind the leg humping,” he said with a grin, even though she couldn't see his face.
Charlie snorted. “Yeah, but I wouldn't get anything done around here.”
“Again, I don't have a problem with that,” he said.
“You're cute,” she said, pulling her fingers out and giving his right ass cheek a smack. “All done.”
“Thank you, ma'am,” he said, grinning as he picked up his jeans, looking for his boxers.
He saw Charlie pull her jeans on, but she didn't say anything as he lifted his shirts off the bed, checking for the missing underwear.
“Where are my boxers?” he asked, turning to her with a shirt in one hand and his jeans in the other.
“You don't get boxers today,” she said, her voice playful.
Dean chuckled. “And why's that?”
“Because,” she chirped, pulling her shirt over her head and down over her breasts, “I needed a few pairs of your underwear so I can compare sizes at Victoria's Secret later today.”
Dean's jaw dropped, and he could feel the blush on his face. He was probably blushing all the way down his neck.
“I can't wait to see you in panties,” Charlie said, her voice low and so fucking hot that Dean's cock twitched and he groaned.
“Now I have to go to the appointment with a hard-on,” he grumbled.
“Aww, poor baby,” Charlie said, walking over to his dresser and pulling out his socks, then tossing them on the bed. “I'm sure the look on their faces will make everything worth it.”
“Gabe seemed kinda into it,” Dean said with a shy chuckle as he sat down on the bed and pulled his socks on.
Dean knew she could've said something about how nice the new panties would feel, how sexy he would feel, but instead she'd focused his attention on how his mates would react to it. It was telling of how well she already knew him. If he could focus on his mates, he wouldn't have time to freak out.
“Yeah, everybody's gonna be into it,” she said, leaning down and kissing his cheek. “Including me,” she said, then left him sitting on the bed nearly drooling after her.
Part B