Dean was still reeling a bit, himself, from his close encounter with -- well, not himself, dude was nothing like him, seriously -- his doppelganger.
He knew enough about German folktales to know what a dude who looked exactly -- no, not exactly, barely, faintly, maybe a little bit -- like him showing up in town might mean.
Should have shot the cocky bastard when he had the chance.
But, really, all that really came down to was that Dean was up and poking restlessly at his keyboard when the knocking came, and was more than happy to open the door and let Jack come waltzing in.
"Give me something worth the effort," he said with a grin.
Then he stood there for a moment, took in the obvious signs that Dean was still up this late at night and contemplating asking. It would be easy small talk, 'what are you working on' 'what has you up this late' 'I was just walking by ...'
...
Yeah, all of that was pretty fucking inane. The sort of banal small talk you played at that was right up there with 'hi honey, how was your day'. Not that it didn't have it's place, not that Jack might not ask ... later.
But right now?
Pale blue eyes studied Dean's face for a moment and then in the next breath, Jack had reached out with the intent to catch Dean by the back of the neck. If the younger man didn't duck away, he was going to find himself on the receiving end of one of Jack's more passionate kisses. The sort where the older man seemed intent upon owning every inch of his lover's mouth.
Dean knew exactly what he was in for, and made no move to dodge the older man's gesture. He did, however, pull back enough to take Jack along for the ride and get the door shut.
Some things the entire town -- what little of it might be up this late -- didn't need to see.
Jack had made no secret of the fact that he was going fairly slow and careful with Dean, respectful of the fact that sex with other men was not the younger man's default setting.
Tonight, he changed things up a little.
For the next few hours, Jack took it to the next level, layering the pleasures with the delicate balance of near primal passion, the give and take of masculine control and the fire of not having the hold back one iota. After all, Jack wouldn't break and the older man was fairly confident, Dean wouldn't break either.
Over the next hours, Jack lead Dean up one side of submission and down the other of dominance, giving twice over what he took but leaving plenty of doors open for Dean to explore or shy away from as he felt comfortable. The older man was intensely attentive to his lover's needs, wants and desires and almost wanton in sharing his own.
By the time it was over, even Jack's stamina was spent and he fell sweaty and sated onto the bed. As much as he loved the couch, he didn't want to have to move for a few
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Dean was still reeling a bit, himself, from his close encounter with -- well, not himself, dude was nothing like him, seriously -- his doppelganger.
He knew enough about German folktales to know what a dude who looked exactly -- no, not exactly, barely, faintly, maybe a little bit -- like him showing up in town might mean.
Should have shot the cocky bastard when he had the chance.
But, really, all that really came down to was that Dean was up and poking restlessly at his keyboard when the knocking came, and was more than happy to open the door and let Jack come waltzing in.
"What, no return break-ins?"
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"Give me something worth the effort," he said with a grin.
Then he stood there for a moment, took in the obvious signs that Dean was still up this late at night and contemplating asking. It would be easy small talk, 'what are you working on' 'what has you up this late' 'I was just walking by ...'
...
Yeah, all of that was pretty fucking inane. The sort of banal small talk you played at that was right up there with 'hi honey, how was your day'. Not that it didn't have it's place, not that Jack might not ask ... later.
But right now?
Pale blue eyes studied Dean's face for a moment and then in the next breath, Jack had reached out with the intent to catch Dean by the back of the neck. If the younger man didn't duck away, he was going to find himself on the receiving end of one of Jack's more passionate kisses. The sort where the older man seemed intent upon owning every inch of his lover's mouth.
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Some things the entire town -- what little of it might be up this late -- didn't need to see.
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Tonight, he changed things up a little.
For the next few hours, Jack took it to the next level, layering the pleasures with the delicate balance of near primal passion, the give and take of masculine control and the fire of not having the hold back one iota. After all, Jack wouldn't break and the older man was fairly confident, Dean wouldn't break either.
Over the next hours, Jack lead Dean up one side of submission and down the other of dominance, giving twice over what he took but leaving plenty of doors open for Dean to explore or shy away from as he felt comfortable. The older man was intensely attentive to his lover's needs, wants and desires and almost wanton in sharing his own.
By the time it was over, even Jack's stamina was spent and he fell sweaty and sated onto the bed. As much as he loved the couch, he didn't want to have to move for a few
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