[Room 438, Tuesday Night]

[x5_alec]

Alec frowned in concentration, squeezing the trigger at the appropriate moment, and the blue robot's head spun wildly, red's fist having just connected with a solid left hook. "Yes!"

He beamed at Dean, possibly a wee bit more smug than was called for. "Wanna go again?"

[OOC: For saltandammo, natch. Also very NSW now.]

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[saltandammo]

Dean smirked back. "Sure. Best two out of three?"

[x5_alec]

Alec reached out and set blue's head back in place. "Works. What're we playing for?"

[saltandammo]

"What do you want to play for?" Dean asked with a suggestive smile.

[x5_alec]

He had to think about that; most everything he wanted he already had. "I dunno, whaddya think you owe me?" he asked with an astounding sense of self-confidence.

[saltandammo]

Dean leaned back on his elbows and regarded Alec speculatively. "I could make you play with Hunter," he teased.

[x5_alec]

Shooting a somewhat half-hearted glare at Dean, Alec didn't even bother to reply.

[saltandammo]

"You like him and you know it," Dean said, crawling over to Alec and straddling his hips.

[x5_alec]

"Do not," Alec protested, though having Dean sitting over him improved his mood enough that he wasn't glaring anymore.

[saltandammo]

Dean continued what he was doing, alternating licks with tiny nips, relishing the way Alec writhed underneath him. Knowing he could do that to him was heady stuff.

[x5_alec]

Alec whimpered, but didn't ask him to stop, running his hands up along Dean's thighs and kneading as he shivered and bucked.

[saltandammo]

Dean nipped harder. "God, you're hot like this," he breathed.

[x5_alec]

He groaned, beyond coherent sentences as he pressed up against his double, hard and needy. "Fuck, Dean."