Snorted, leaning back on his elbows on the floor. "Like my food."
Sat up and grabbed the crust Lindsey'd thrown aside, popping it in his mouth with a toothy grin. "And my daddy always taught me to never leave anything on my plate."
Dean made an annoyed noise as Lindsey nudged him, too full for that to be really comfortable. "Nah, I'm good for now. Give me an hour, I'll tell you then."
He took the remote and turned his head, stretched out on the floor as he flipped through channels. "Anything sound good?"
The movie ended up being really good and he found himself laughing in a few of the scenes. The one with the giant mud fight got him the hardest, his chest hurting when it was done.
"What is this? I didn't know I could like westerns so much." He resituated, hooking a leg over Lindsey's thigh as he slouched lower.
Completely at ease and more relaxed than he'd been in years.
He lifted his head and squinted towards the tv a moment before dropping it back down, hand absently tugging the boy's leg up higher as he slid a palm up and down it.
"Not sure. Alla his movies are pretty much the same but they're all worth the watch."
Smiling slightly at his obvious enjoyment, something tightening in his chest at how easy it was to just sit there with him. As if they were normal, a couple, when that was the farthest you could get from the truth.
"Oh. Kay," His leg came willingly, head resting on his shoulder.
Refused to remember he was getting paid. Wanted that normal life he'd heard about, even if this guy was exactly the status quo. But it felt so good, just sitting here laughing.
He was even thinking to later, once the distractions ran out. The visual running through his head of Lindsey turning to him, rubbing his lips across Dean's.
Fuck it. He could have fantasies if he wanted to. Just couldn't act on him.
He let his head tilt to rest against the younger man's, sighing softly as he watched the credits roll up the screen. Too lazy to change it to something else, not really wanting to, anyway.
What he wanted, though, he wasn't sure how to bring up. And the last thing he wanted was to ruin the moment they were having right now.
Squeezed his thigh softly, before letting him go and stretching, groaning low.
Stretched in answer, rolling his head on Lindsey's arm and just looking at him, watching him lazily.
Felt so good like this. Didn't want to be reminded of what he was, what he'd done to end up here. And above all he didn't want to be falling for this man. Didn't want to think that all this that was going through his head was going through Lindsey's.
But at the same time, he was having a hard time not begging to stay.
He glanced over with a smile, sprawling back against the arm of the couch and pulling the younger man over him lazily, hands sliding along his bare back.
Dean broke out in a genuine smile, muscles melting immediately as Lindsey touched him. "Hey."
Brought up a hand and ran it down Lindsey's arm, just needing to touch, the contact . Watched its progress with a thoughtful frown on his face. What the hell was wrong with him?
He was lonely. Had been lonely for so long. Had forgotten what not being lonely felt like and now that he remembered it was almost painful.
Why did this guy make him feel like he wasn't alone anymore?
His brows creased in concern at the frown quickly replacing the smile that had spread across Dean's face.
Slid one of his hands up to cup that sharp face, thumb stroking absently.
Didn't ask because he'd learned long ago to not pry into something that you had a feeling you were better off not knowing about, just waited for whatever was clouding his mind to pass.
Sat up and grabbed the crust Lindsey'd thrown aside, popping it in his mouth with a toothy grin. "And my daddy always taught me to never leave anything on my plate."
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"I can see that. Do I need to go order you another one?" he teased, toeing him in the ribs lazily.
Tossing him the remote, stretching his arms over his head with another groan.
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He took the remote and turned his head, stretched out on the floor as he flipped through channels. "Anything sound good?"
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"Anything but vampires," he drawled out, letting his eye slide closed as he rubbed the heel of his hand over his full stomach.
Paused a moment, opening his eyes again and grinning at the boy. "They give me the creeps."
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Vampires were ugly fucks. Didn't plan on watching any of that either.
Landed on an old western and stopped, stretching hard. "Fuck, that was good pizza. Thanks for dinner, man."
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"G'tup here, makin' me feel like a selfish son of a bitch. And my side's cold."
Opened one eye to see if he bought it, grinning.
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"That better ya pussy?" He laughed and pressed in comfortably, head resting on his shoulder.
"Floor wasn't bad or anything."
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"The couch was jealous. Now shut up and watch John get slapped silly by this redhead."
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"What is this? I didn't know I could like westerns so much." He resituated, hooking a leg over Lindsey's thigh as he slouched lower.
Completely at ease and more relaxed than he'd been in years.
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"Not sure. Alla his movies are pretty much the same but they're all worth the watch."
Smiling slightly at his obvious enjoyment, something tightening in his chest at how easy it was to just sit there with him. As if they were normal, a couple, when that was the farthest you could get from the truth.
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Refused to remember he was getting paid. Wanted that normal life he'd heard about, even if this guy was exactly the status quo. But it felt so good, just sitting here laughing.
He was even thinking to later, once the distractions ran out. The visual running through his head of Lindsey turning to him, rubbing his lips across Dean's.
Fuck it. He could have fantasies if he wanted to. Just couldn't act on him.
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What he wanted, though, he wasn't sure how to bring up. And the last thing he wanted was to ruin the moment they were having right now.
Squeezed his thigh softly, before letting him go and stretching, groaning low.
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Felt so good like this. Didn't want to be reminded of what he was, what he'd done to end up here. And above all he didn't want to be falling for this man. Didn't want to think that all this that was going through his head was going through Lindsey's.
But at the same time, he was having a hard time not begging to stay.
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Stroking over the warm, sleek skin.
"Hey."
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Brought up a hand and ran it down Lindsey's arm, just needing to touch, the contact . Watched its progress with a thoughtful frown on his face. What the hell was wrong with him?
He was lonely. Had been lonely for so long. Had forgotten what not being lonely felt like and now that he remembered it was almost painful.
Why did this guy make him feel like he wasn't alone anymore?
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Slid one of his hands up to cup that sharp face, thumb stroking absently.
Didn't ask because he'd learned long ago to not pry into something that you had a feeling you were better off not knowing about, just waited for whatever was clouding his mind to pass.
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