For Mona1347
It was an ordinary morning in the Winchester-Lehane household. Beer cans strewn on the floor, a bra hanging precariously from the dresser, boxer-briefs that'd passed the sniff test in a pile by the bed, assorted weapons both pointy and metallic carefully cleaned and placed in their respective locations of rest.
Dean rolled over sleepily and went for the first grope of the day. But instead of soft curves his fingers met hard planes of muscle. "Mornin', stud," a deep-yet-familiar voice rumbled. Dean eyes fluttered open fast.
"What. The. Fuck?!" Dean exclaimed, and sat up with a jerk. There was a dude in his bed. And yeah, that'd happened before, but really, Dean didn't think he'd had that much to drink last night, and he'd become accustomed to waking up to prickly Slayer-attitude instead of prickly stubble, so.
"Hell yeah, Willow totally came through!" said the guy.
"Huh?"
"You remember, my birthday present," random dude-guy explained as he went straight for the package. Dean's package. The one that Faith reinstated her dibs on nearly every time they went out.
That's when Dean recognized the scar on the guy's belly, the smirk on his face.
"Faith?"
"You gonna give me some sugar or what? I've only got twenty-four hours like this and I've got a busy schedule of peeing standing up to rock. That and fucking you six ways to Sunday, Kansas."
"Uh." Dean was getting hard. This was all very weird, and crazy-ass girlfriends and their witchy pals were not to be trusted, and Dean was getting very hard.
"You'll like it, scout's honor. I've been takin' notes." Guy!Faith smiled wide and lascivious, pinning Dean to the bed. "Plus," he/she added, "I told her not to give me a bigger cock than you so you wouldn't get jealous...or sore."
*****
Um, WHAT? I'm tired. And I have a lot of work to do. *scampers off*
Dean rolled over sleepily and went for the first grope of the day. But instead of soft curves his fingers met hard planes of muscle. "Mornin', stud," a deep-yet-familiar voice rumbled. Dean eyes fluttered open fast.
"What. The. Fuck?!" Dean exclaimed, and sat up with a jerk. There was a dude in his bed. And yeah, that'd happened before, but really, Dean didn't think he'd had that much to drink last night, and he'd become accustomed to waking up to prickly Slayer-attitude instead of prickly stubble, so.
"Hell yeah, Willow totally came through!" said the guy.
"Huh?"
"You remember, my birthday present," random dude-guy explained as he went straight for the package. Dean's package. The one that Faith reinstated her dibs on nearly every time they went out.
That's when Dean recognized the scar on the guy's belly, the smirk on his face.
"Faith?"
"You gonna give me some sugar or what? I've only got twenty-four hours like this and I've got a busy schedule of peeing standing up to rock. That and fucking you six ways to Sunday, Kansas."
"Uh." Dean was getting hard. This was all very weird, and crazy-ass girlfriends and their witchy pals were not to be trusted, and Dean was getting very hard.
"You'll like it, scout's honor. I've been takin' notes." Guy!Faith smiled wide and lascivious, pinning Dean to the bed. "Plus," he/she added, "I told her not to give me a bigger cock than you so you wouldn't get jealous...or sore."
*****
Um, WHAT? I'm tired. And I have a lot of work to do. *scampers off*