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Being here long enough one learns the ins and outs of how this weird, fucked up place works. The people it brings in and the people it takes away just as keenly, as if they were never here in the first place. Just like hearing about Sam being in this place yet he'd never run into him. Ran into all sorts of people in a large place like this, and

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It was hot and delicious and he wanted this, his own hips jerking faster to match Dean's pace, stuttering as the man's thumb was slipping over the tip of his cock. "Dean," the older hunter's name whispered on a low whine of pleasure, needy and close, pupils dilated as he tipped his head to look up at him. He was hot with lust, desire, hands trying to tug Dean that much closer as they touched over skin. Then they were kissing again, and Ben met him, kissing back, his tongue sliding against the older man's. Ben wasn't as good at this as Dean, didn't have a few lays in every town he went through, but he did his best, countered experience with enthusiasm, with raw desire. The way his name sounded on Dean's mouth almost had him lose it right there.

One hand trailed all the way down Dean's spine, traced around his waist, over a hipbone, pressing against his stomach. Light touches as they shifted to drag against the tip of Dean's cock, wanting to touch, to feel, be involved, not just Dean getting them both off. Fingertips soft against Dean's pumping fingers, making sure to not get in his way, but he was greedy when it came to touching Dean. He bit his bottom lip with a whine, trying not to lose it jut yet because he liked this.

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Fuck that was hot, Dean nearly losing it at the sound of his name, the soft breathy whine of pleasure that accompanied it and he couldn't help but fuck faster into his hand, grip tightening a little more, fingers flexing around them as his hand sped up as well. He could tell that Ben wasn't as experienced as he was with any of this and really, he shouldn't find that so damn hot. His enthusiasm at which he met everything Dean gave him more than made up for it.

Feeling those slender fingers moving along his skin and over his aching cock made him gasp and jerk forward, a low moan escaping him moments later. Letting go of them both briefly, Dean grabbed Ben's hand and guided it to his own cock, breathing out a soft, breathy, "Touch me." Against his lips, wrapping the teen's fingers around him and stroking upward in guidance, then let go to take the boy's own cock in hand once again. This time he did speed up, fisting the teen's cock with fast, sure strokes.

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There was a breathy gasp of protest initially when Dean's hand slid away from their aching erections. But then Dean was grabbing Ben's hand, guiding it to the older man's length, and he moaned as he curled his fingers around the girth of his cock. He let Dean guide his hand at first, shaking from the heated way it sounded when the man told him to touch him. Fuck, as if he needed encouragement, really. Ben stroking over Dean's cock eagerly, a little uncertain at first, making a tight ring of his fingers, stroking and touching. His strokes weren't quite as smooth and sure and certain, but he was more than competent, had done this a few times, even if it had been a while.

He leaned up, pressing his lips to Dean's with a moan, nipping at the man's lip. He liked kissing, liked touching, liked Dean against him, hard in his hand. It was pressing him toward the edge, though Ben was trying to draw it out, even as his body refused to listen, thrusting wantonly up into Dean's fingers. He dragged his thumb against the tip, brushing through wet fluid. It messed up the rhythm of his hand, but he quickly got it back. He just wanted to touch more, wanted him, weird as that was.

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"Fuck, yeah, that feels good," Dean panted out, eyes locked on Ben's hand around him as he stroked him, the push of his hips sliding his cock through the curl of the teen's fingers and he couldn't help but moan at the sight, the pleasure he felt curling inside of him, white hot and burning. He kept the fast pace of his own hand steady, thumb rubbing into the tip with every upward pass, pausing now and again to simply tease the spot before resuming his strokes.

Dean swallowed the soft moan with the kiss, teeth teasing as well, tongue sweeping out against the teen's teeth, feeling the little nibbles and the way it sent little shocks through him. He wasn't sure how long he'd last like this, it was almost too good. Lowering his head, Dean pressed his mouth to Ben's neck, pressing warm kisses to the skin and moaning against it, panting heavily as his hips sped up, back arching with his movement. "God, so good. Feels so good," he murmured as he lifted his head to nibble at the teen's neck, just below his ear. "Can't wait to see you come."

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Ben liked how vocal the older man was now, that refrain of feels good making him more confident, more sure as he quickened the speed of his hand, fingers tightening as he kissed him. Their lips pressing together, Ben nipping at lips, Dean's tongue, soft, never enough to hurt, soothing with licks of his own tongue. Dean's teeth nipping too, and he leaned into it, liked the way it felt. He wanted more of this, he realized, somewhere under the pleasure, wanted to be able to touch Dean when it wasn't to feed the hotel's demands. He'd worry about that later.

For now, the pleasure was too much, too demanding to really think of anything else. Dean pulling away from the kiss and instead pressing kisses to his neck, moaning and breathing hot encouragement. Ben shifting the angle of his fingers a little, trying to get Dean closer, as close as he was. And then teeth we're nibbling at his neck, words breathed just below his ear, and Ben was gone. Dean might as well demanded it, those words far too hot for him to hold back. A sharp cry of pleasure, his head falling back, a snap of his hips as he wrapped his free hand arround Dean's shoulders as he came.

"Oh fuck, Dean, I--"

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"God, yeah, that's it Ben," Dean panted out, moaning at the sight of the teen coming undone beneath him. "Come for me, you look so hot like this." He worked Ben through his orgasm, his own not far behind as he thrust fast and hard into the teen's hand, hips stuttering as the pleasure exploded inside of him. A low, long moan escaped him as his hips pumped his release, coating both their hands slick and wet, the pleasure blinding in it's intensity, leaving him nearly breathless.

His lips brushed over Ben's as he panted, shaking and hips jerkily thrusting. "Fuck, so good, Ben," he moaned out softly against the boy's lips, breathing soft puffs of air against them, "God, Ben." Gingerly he rest his forehead against the teen's as he tried to catch his breath, tilting slightly as he nosed gently against the boy's face affectionately. His hand and hips slowly came to a stop and stroking once, twice more he pulled his hand away to wipe it off on the sheets beneath him, cleaning it off before reaching up to gently stroke over Ben's flushed cheek, then to push back his damp hair from his face, the gesture entirely tender.

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He was shaking as he came, his hips stuttering, eyes closing tight as Dean told him to come for me. Fuck. As if he hadn't had dreams of Dean before, this was more than just fuel for the fire. Dean thrusting into his hand, and Ben tried to work Dean through his orgasm, but it was rhythmless, all he could do to keep his fingers moving as he pressed in against Dean, shattering cries of Dean on his lips. And then the older hunter was following after him, fluid coating both of their hands.

"Dean, God, fuck, Dean..." All but breathless, panting around murmured curses and blasphemies. He leaned in, their faces pressing together, nuzzling into the older man because he couldn't help himself. And with the way that Dean nosed in against him almost affectionately, maybe, just maybe he wasn't the only one. Fingers stroking against his face, brushing his hair back and Ben leaned into the touch, a soft kiss against fingertips.

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Honestly, he hadn't thought he would enjoy it as much as he had. It had started out as a means to an end, a way to break the curse that fell over him but once he'd started it was all he'd wanted. Ben, was all he'd wanted and he'd taken it, enjoyed it and knew that he wouldn't be able to get enough now. And god, the kid was fucking affectionate and Dean loved it, revelled in it as it wasn't something he often experienced. It was addicting, the way Ben reacted to him, each and every response.

He ran the pads of his fingers over the boy's lips, thumb dragging slowly across his bottom lip, a small smile crossing his face as he figured it out, how much he wanted the teen. "Damn right," he murmured, a smug grin crossing his face though there as a margin of fondness mixed in with the expression. "Y'know you're hot like this, writhing and crying out for me."

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Ben was affectionate, and it made him bad at the whole one night stand thing, though there had been a few. Downtime after a hunt, a few drinks at the local dive, and there were a few times when he hadn't been alone when he'd stumbled back to his motel room. He was totally a cuddler. The fact that it was Dean just made it more pronounced, because he'd missed the affection, missed watching movies curled on the couch and stupid things like that.

Ben was still trying to catch his breath, flushed, his eyes glazed from his orgasm. He murmured as Dean's fingers ran over his lips, licking, nipping playfully at his thumb. There was a smile on the teen's face, still trying to put together exactly where things were now. He liked that, wanted more, wanted Dean. And it was starting to seem like that wasn't even a bad thing. He gasped, flushed as Dean said he was hot like that, and Ben grinned, looking up at him with a slow blink of his eyelashes.

"That a fact?" A pause, considering as he tilted his head. "Maybe we should do it more, then." His heart pounding as he put that out there. That seemed to be where this was heading, but saying it was still scary.

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Dean grinned lazily down at Ben as he took in the teen's reaction to his statement and he couldn't help but be just a tiny bit surprised by the tee's own statement realizing, really, that Ben didn't seem to mind at all that they'd been together if his reactions and enthusiasm were anything to go by. It only widened though, his grin as he pushed himself up onto his forearms and slowly rocked his hips into Ben's, the slick drag of their damp cocks making his eyes flutter momentarily. "Maybe we should," he said quietly, watching the teen's face. "Maybe we will."

Carefully though, Dean extracted himself from between Ben's legs, taking hold of the boy's hand and moving to sit down on the bed next to him. He held his breath and very slowly he released Ben's hand slowly, finger by finger until he pulled away and --- felt nothing. Just the buzz of barely there pleasure from their orgasm and he let out a breath of relief. "Thank god," he muttered. "It worked."

Though he didn't want Ben to get the wrong idea, that he had just said that in case it hadn't worked or something. So Dean leaned in and kissed the teen on the lips, lingering for a moment, tongue sweeping out to lick across them before pulling back.

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Ben gasped heatedly, body shaking as Dean rocked his hips with the teen's, their erections wet with release sliding together, and it sent a jolt through him. Those words though, the way that he said maybe had Ben smiling, hopeful and happy and wanted it. He wanted this, he wanted more, he wanted sex, wanted to feel him. But, he was glad that this hand been enough for now. He wanted it without the coercion, without having to think that Dean might have been doing it just to escape the curse.

He moved with Dean, sitting on the bed with him, watching with rapt attention as the older man let go of his hand. Slowly, finger by finger, and his heart was pounding, braced for that white hot pain, but it never came and Ben sighed in relief. And then Dean was leaning in, kissing him, and Ben leaned into it, lips catching Dean's tongue briefly with a sparkle to his eyes.

He really liked this.

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He was glad that it was over and they had no fear of either getting hurt anymore and he didn't plan on breaking his word either. In the short amount of time he'd known this Ben he had become quite attached to him. To his vibrance and his innocence, to the way he went about everything, that he was still able to be hopefull, that he wasn't as jaded yet as him. It was all the things Dean was seeming to cling to, to want to keep safe and protect. And he knew he was just scratching the surface of who Ben was and what he would mean to him if this kept going further. And surprisingly enough he wanted it to. There was so little to look forward to here in this place. He wanted something good, and he got in the form of a teenager.

Pulling back from the kiss Dean ran his hand down over the teen's chest, grasping his shirt and using it to tug in closer. "So, I'm gonna go shower, get cleaned up," he started, green eyes flicking down to Ben's lap and then back up again, lips tilting up in a small devilish grin. "You're welcome to join me." And after that he let go and got up from the bed to head into the bathroom, leaving the door open in invitation as he started up the water and let it warm to the right temperature before getting in.

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It was easier to let himself be happy, be upbeat and not worry here. Here he had Dean, and there wasn't the threat of an archangel showdown wiping out the planet for which he was being cast in one of the leading roles. He smiled at the hunter, warm with quiet affection, still lingering in the afterglow of his orgasm. He'd taken to Dean from the first, all those years ago; he couldn't help how he felt about Dean, how much he wanted him. Sure, it was wrong, but when you got kidnapped at thirteen by demons, hopefully the universe cut you a little slack.

Ben murmured, a light sigh as fingers ran down his chest, using his shirt to tug him closer, and that had him grinning up at the older man. He swallowed, his mind processing Dean's declaration, watching him as he moved from the bed to head into the bathroom. Once Ben had wrapped his head around that offer of you're welcome to join me, he was off the bed and heading into the bathroom. Dean had just slipped into the water and Ben paused for a moment to admire the view.

A moment's hesitance, and then he took a deep breath, pulling that shirt off over his head, and then he was slipping in under the water to join the older hunter.

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Dean grinned when he heard the rustle of cloth and then the motion of the curtain closing and he knew Ben had joined him. Luckily the bathroom and the shower were as decked out as the rest of the rooms of the hotel, big enough for them both and a shower head on each side, which had been awesome when he first tried it after coming here. Wetting himself down he turned to face Ben and grinned, green eyes looking the teen over now that he was completely nude in front of him.

Grabbing the loofa from a small shelf littered with bottles he selected a body wash and squeezed some onto the sponge and lathered it up, then reached out and ran it across the boy's chest, over his shoulders and collarbone, along his neck and just to be playfull he reached up and dabbed the teen's nose, chuckling at the small dollop of foam there. He then continued his scrubbing as he moved down Ben's arms and along his stomach, running the sponge slowly over his navel to clean the drying come from his skin.

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Ben was more than a little impressed by the shower. After spending the past couple years living out of no-star motels where he was lucky to get warm water and tolerable water pressure, the showers here seemed like something out of a wet dream. Because, yeah, he totally had a love for showers. He grinned as Dean lathered up a sponge-thing and was then sliding it across his wet skin. It drew a low murmur, a flutter of his wet eyelashes, and then he was laughing as Dean dropped foam on his nose. Ben grinned, leanin in and nosing against the older hunter's shoulder, leaving a trail of soap.

His breath catching as it moved from his his arms to his stomach, Dean slowly cleaning the residue of their fluids from his belly. There was something nice about this, soft, quiet and sensual. He liked the way this felt, wanted to wash Dean clean too, and, well, he'd be lying if he said he didn't have sexual ideas on the man (yes, he'd just gotten off, but he was nineteen and it had been a while; he couldn't help himself).

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Dean dipped his head down and pressed his lips against Ben's cheek, kissing softly as he bent lower to kiss along his neck as well, arms circling the teen as he moved to wash his back, keeping him flush against his chest while he did so just to tease the teen further. He scrubbed up along the backs of his shoulders and then down his spine, spreading outward to the rest of his back and then down over his ass, squeezing playfully as he soaped them up as well.

Then Dean dropped down to his knees in front of the teen, soapy hands and sponge sliding over his thighs and down his legs to his feet, then up the insides of his thighs, scrubbing the skin clean. Only then did Dean palm the boy's cock to clean it, rubbing up and down it slowly, paying attention to the head as he cleaned. When he was done, he stood and pushed Ben back gently into the spray so the water could wash him clean of the soap. Then he handed the sponge over and raised a brow in silent invitation to do the same.