Seth is right, his parents are both pretty pissed that he hadn't told them where he was going. They've gotten used to him being late on Fridays because he and Dean have been going to Frosty's almost every week. But then he still didn't come home and it was getting dark. He apologizes profusely and swears up and down that he's ok and slips in the little ask about Dean staying the night. "He'll have to drive all the way downtown just to walk back home again. It's so late as it is…" Seth trails off and gives that same pleading look to his parents.

It works.

"Of course Dean can stay. You two head upstairs and I'll go find an extra pillow and blanket," Seth's mom says. This is the first time since junior high Seth has had a friend over, and she can't possibly say no to that.

Seth leads the way up to his room. "This is it," he says, flicking the light switch on and gesturing inside. There are still some boxes scattered around, but, to be fair, those boxes hadn't really been unpacked from his last move, either.

"Nice," Dean says, looking around. It's bigger than his room, though nowhere near as decorated with magazine cutouts. In fact, there's nothing on the walls. Probably because that would be more hassle than anything to take down should he move again any time soon.

"Not really. It's a mess."

"You just moved."

"Over a month ago."

Dean shrugs. "I wouldn't have unpacked, either."

Realizing that he still has Dean's jacket on, he takes it off and hands it back to its rightful owner. "Thanks again for that."

"No problem," Dean says, tucking it under his arm. "Like I said, it suits you." Seth smiles at him and Dean can't get enough of that little gap between his teeth. It adds to Seth's charms.

A light knock on the doorframe alerts them to the fact that Seth's mom is there now. "I've got that pillow and blanket," she says. "Have a good night, boys."

"Thanks, Mom."

"Thank you, Mrs. Rollins," Dean says, now holding the items she brought.

Once she leaves, Seth closes the door. "You can take the bed, if you want, and I can get the floor."

"Don't be ridiculous. I'll sleep on the floor," Dean says, lying out the blanket over the carpeted floor.

"If you're sure." Seth sits on his bed, and Dean joins him, neither quite ready to go to sleep. "So, your mom doesn't mind that you're all night without telling her where you are?"

"Nope. Never has, never will. I could be out running a brothel and snorting cocaine right now and she wouldn't give a shit."

"That's pretty bad," Seth says.

"Yeah, no shit."

"You, um, want some pajama pants?" Seth offers. Anything to change the subject. It's clearly a sore spot with Dean.

"Sure."

Seth rummages through his drawers to find some pants that might fit Dean. "Here, these should fit," he says, tossing the plaid flannel pants to Dean. He pulled out a similar pair for himself, as well.

Holding the pants, Dean asks where the bathroom is, so he can change and relieve himself of all the soda he drank. Seth points him towards it. A few minutes later, Dean is back. Shirtless. And wearing Seth's pants. Seth has to fight the urge to just stare at Dean's naked torso. So he says, "I'll be right back," and hurries out of the room.

Dean is pretty certain that that is moment he knows that his feelings are returned tenfold.

Seth takes his time in the bathroom, pretty sure he's doing his dentist proud by how long he's spent brushing his teeth. But he can't stay in there forever. He takes a quick piss, then changes into his own pajama pants. He usually sleeps with his shirt off, just like Dean, but having Dean there makes him feel nervous. He knows he's got a nice trim body, but next to Dean's, in his mind anyway, there's no comparison. In the end, though, he says fuck it and goes back to his room shirtless. When he gets back, Dean gives him a look of appreciation, too. Which, ok, he wasn't expecting that.

Dean is sitting on his bed, and he takes a seat, too. "Well, um, night?" he says awkwardly.

"Hold on, one thing first." Dean takes the chance to lean forward and press his lips to Seth's. And Seth doesn't pull back. He's surprised, yes, most definitely, but his lips part soon enough to let Dean's tongue slip into his mouth. The kiss is slow, languid, more of an exploration of one another than the normal frantic teenaged makeout sessions. Seth now hopes they have those, too. When Dean pulls back, he's smiling. "Night, Seth," he then says before moving to the floor.

Seth touches his lips, then leans over to switch off the light. "Night, Dean." He lays his head down and shuts his eyes, certain that any dreams he has that night will be about the boy sleeping on the floor right next to him.


Things are… interesting the next morning. Seth awakes and leans over to find Dean is most definitely there, dozing on his left side. He reaches down and lets his fingers brush through the soft blonde curls. Dean turns under his hand and opens his eyes, meeting Seth's. "Morning," Seth says.

"Morning," Dean returns. He sits up and Seth's hand falls away. Once he stretches out, he stands, only to sit down on the edge of Seth's bed.

"Did you sleep ok?" Seth asks, now sitting him himself.

"At least you don't have hardwood floors," Dean replies. "But, really, it wasn't bad."

"Well, that's good." He pauses for a moment, then goes on, "So, about last night…" He trails off, feeling himself blush. Dean quirks a brow at him, so he continues, "I mean, why'd you kiss me?"

"I wanted to."

"Oh, do you go around kissing all your friends, or something?"

Dean laughs. "No. Just you. I wanted to the whole movie, ya know. Especially when you put on my jacket. You just looked so good."

"Really? You did?"

Dean reaches over and runs his hands through the mess of hair on Seth's head. Usually, it's all gelled up, not a hair out of place, but now it's just as much of a mess as his own is most days. "Yeah. Wanna do it again?"

Seth nods. "Yeah."

They both lean in and knock their noses together. Seth lets out a nervous chuckle, leaning back a bit before adjusting himself just enough that when he goes in again, their lips meet. He can feel Dean's hand still in his hair, gripping just slightly as they both allow their lips to part. Dean moves up the bed on his knees and Seth slowly lowers himself down onto the pillow as they continue to kiss. His hands wrap around Dean's head and into his hair, holding tight.

Dean pulls back after a while, teeth nipping lightly at Seth's lower lip as he does so. He grins down at Seth. "Goddamn, I've wanted to do that for a long time."

"Yeah? Me, too," Seth admits. His stomach takes that moment to growl loudly enough for both boys to hear it. "And apparently my stomach has the worst timing."

"To be fair, popcorn and soda isn't the best dinner we coulda had," Dean says, now feeling hungry himself. He climbs over Seth and gets off the bed. "I guess I'll go change," he says, though all he really wants to do is get his tongue back in Seth's mouth. Realistically, he knows that's not a wise move, because Seth's parents are around, and his dad probably has guns. God, if Seth had been a girl, he's sure his father wouldn't let him within 100 yards of him. Or her, in that scenario. He grabs his cloths and heads to the bathroom, wondering if jerking off in a friend's house is acceptable.

Seth is having a similar debate, only he's wondering if he has time to get one out quick in the couple minutes Dean will be gone. He doesn't think so. Thankfully, his mother knocks on the door to see if he's awake. That's an instant boner killer. She lets him know that she's starting breakfast and to come down when he and Dean are ready. When Dean returns, Seth makes a quick trip to the bathroom himself. "My mom should have breakfast going now," Seth says once he's back in fresh clothes and has restyled his hair.

"Shit, does your mom do this every day?"

Seth shrugs. "Mostly."

"Maybe I'll just move in here. I have to fend for myself most of the time." They walk down the stairs and Dean is in awe of the sight. Seth's mom appears to be cooking a feast. And his dad is flipping bacon in a pan, as well. "They both cook?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, my dad's a great cook. It's always nice when he's home."

"Do you cook?"

"Here and there," Seth answers, grabbing some plates to set the table. "I've been known to cook dinner now and again."

"You'll have to show me some tips so I can maybe make something edible."

"Yeah, I can do that," he agrees, because he really wants to spend more time with Dean. He wants to spend a lot more time with Dean.

There's some idle chatter over breakfast, mostly Seth's mom asking Dean about school and Seth's dad asking Dean about the car parked in the driveway. He's much more inclined to talk about the car than he is school.

Both help to clean up, even though Seth insists he doesn't have to. But Dean wants to, because he likes Seth and his family and it's the least he can do. Soon enough they're able to head back up to Seth's room. "Wanna make out some more?" Dean asks.

Seth glances to the closed door, knowing that his parents could come in at any time. "Yeah."


"How was the test run?" Roman asks Dean Monday morning.

"She ran like a dream," Dean tells him. "You'll have to come and see her soon."

Roman nods, because he really does want to see the final product. He's the only one who saw what Dean had to start with. "How was the movie?"

"How good can a movie called the Attack of the 50 Foot Woman actually be?" Dean questions in response.

"And that's why guys go to the movies with their girls, so they don't have to watch the movies they show," Roman says.

"We both watched the movie," Dean tells him.

"Hey," Seth greets when he meets his friends. "You left this," he says, handing Dean his leather jacket.

"Thanks. I realized a little too late that I left it… thought I still had it in the car." He slips his jacket on, pulling down the hem. He looks to Roman and see the raised eyebrow. "I ended up staying over Seth's, since the movie got out so late," he explains, which only earns him a second raised eyebrow. "His mom makes great fried eggs."

When the bell rings, Roman stops Dean before he can go walk off with Seth. "We are going to talk."


"I have a bus to catch," Dean says at the end of the day when Roman stops by his locker.

"I'll drive you home, you know I'm good for that," Roman tells him. "It'll have to be after football practice, though."

"Fine," Dean says. "But we're going out back if we're gonna talk."

"Lead the way."

In a few minutes they're out back on the smoker's patio. There's no one else there, and Dean pulls out his pack to light up. "So, what exactly are we talking about?"

"You two didn't do anything at the movies, did you?" he asks.

"No. I'm not fucking stupid, you know." He takes a drag and blows out a puff of smoke. "He sat next to me but I didn't make a move on him, or whatever."

"I'm just worried about you. I know that sometimes you just… do things without thinking about the consequences. Or without thinking about anything, for that matter."

"I can't believe I'm having this conversation with you right now," Dean says, taking another deep drag. "It's not even any of your business. Besides, I wouldn't do anything to Seth. I mean, anything to hurt him, or risk his safety."

Roman knows that. Dean has very few friends, but the now three that he has, he'd go to the ends of the earth for. "I know. But that doesn't mean I still don't worry about you."

"You got nothing to worry about," Dean assures him. "I'll be on my best behavior while out in public with him."

"That actually leads me to another question… why did you stay at his place?"

"You know I'm leaving the car at the shop, right?" Dean asks. "He thought it'd be better if I stayed instead of having to drive the car to the shop, then walk home."

"Ok, well, that makes sense. I thought you were just trying to screw around with him, or something." Dean can't help the little upturn of his lips at that, and Roman shakes his head. "Oh, you did not sleep with him, did you?"

"No, no, we didn't do that. Yet."

"Jesus Christ, Dean. Just please be careful."

"I will be. You're the only one that will ever know about this. And, remember, you only know because you figured it out on your own. I never outright told you."

"I figured it out because you're so obvious about it."

"I'm not queer," Dean blurts out.

"Never said you were. But whatever it is you are, maybe try and not fawn over Seth whenever you see him in the hallway?"

"I don't fawn," Dean replies.

"You do a little."

They bicker some more while Dean works his way through another cigarette. Once he stomps out the cigarette, he and Roman head back into the school where Roman has very little time to change before practice starts.

Dean follows him out to the field, where he sets up camp on the bleachers and promptly takes a nap. He wakes up when Roman throws a rock at him. "Hey!"

"Come on, time to go."

Roman changes out of his clothes, not taking a shower so he doesn't hold up Dean any longer.

"Thanks for driving me home."

"Well, it was my fault you missed your bus… though you were the reason why we had to talk, which in turn caused you to miss your bus. So, in the end, it is still your fault."

"You're an ass."

When Roman pulls up in front of Dean's building, he says one more time, "Just don't do anything stupid."

"I won't. It's not just me involved here," Dean tells him, and he means that.

"Good. I'll see you tomorrow."


"You two still going to Frosty's every week?" Randy asks Dean and Seth come Friday.

Dean shrugs. "Just about. Why?"

"I haven't been there in ages."

"Maybe that wouldn't be a problem if you actually decided to go steady instead of just 'getting what you want' from a girl," Roman chimes in.

"Those two aren't going steady, but they still go all the time," Randy says, not noticing the slight blush that crawls up Seth's cheeks. "Mind if I join you today? I can drive."

"Yeah, sure," Dean agrees. He likes going to Frosty's with just Seth, but it would have been awkward to try and explain to Randy why he just wants to go with Seth. Plus, driving there would be nice for once. "Too bad you can't join us, Rome."

"I go there plenty," he assures them. "Molly loves their shakes… especially when she doesn't have to pay for them."


Going to Frosty's with Randy in tow just isn't the same. It's still good food and good company, yeah, but Dean's gotten used to going with just Seth. Though, there is one perk, in that now Dean and Seth are sitting next to one another.

While they eat their burgers, Dean's foot rubs against Seth's. It's completely intentional, and Dean finds it cute when Seth moves his foot away and apologizes. The next time he does it, Seth gives him a look. Dean returns it with a quick wink. And that's when Seth catches on.

It's really funny, Dean decides, watching Seth talk to Randy while he's distracted with the constant contact. The two of them don't get the chance to talk a whole lot, so now they're talking and Dean's letting them, because he's trying to figure out the best ways to touch Seth without others noticing.

By the time they leave, Dean can see how much Seth is shifting around in his seat, and he hopes it's all because of him.

"Now, where am I taking you two?"

"Actually, how about we stop at the shop. You can finally see my car and I can take her for a spin."

Randy agrees, and they pile into the car for the short drive up to the shop. "Is that it?" he asks, seeing the bright red car for the first time.

"There she is," Dean says with pride.

"Jesus, Dean. I thought you were blowin' smoke up my ass this whole time," he admits. He knows that Dean works on cars, but he never knew just how talented his friend truly was. "I'm taking my car here next time it needs some work."

"It's about time, I've only been telling you that the past two damn years."


"Are you guys going to the movies tomorrow?" Roman asks Thursday morning when they're all around the smoker's patio.

"What's going on at the movies tomorrow?" Dean asks.

"Last showing of the season. They're doing a Halloween double feature with Creature From the Black Lagoon and The Thing From Another World. Me 'n Molly are going," he tells them.

Dean looks at Seth, who looks back at him. "Why not? You gonna go, Randy?"

"Probably not. I've got better things to do than watch some shitty horror movies," he tells them.

"You're no fun, Randy," Roman says. "What girl doesn't want to go to the movies, neck with her guy for a while, then take it somewhere a bit more secluded?"

"Why waste time with all that other shit when you can get right to the secluded part?" Randy asks in return. In reality, he'd love to go out with John, neck with him for a bit in the parking lot, then go off somewhere more secluded. But, he can't. He can't even go to the movies with him because they're not in the same circle. The only reason they started together was because they managed to get close at the beach without their usual friends around. So, they make due when they can. And they've made plans to make due that Friday.

"What a romantic," Roman says with a roll of his eyes.

"I try."


"Wanna head to Frosty's after practice?" Roman asks the following day. "Then you can go get your car and we can head to the movies?"

"Sounds good to me," Dean agrees.

"You're gonna be careful, right?" Roman then asks.

"I'm not planning on doing anything like that while we're there. Gimme a little credit," Dean says around his cigarette. He looks to his side when he hears footsteps and grins when he sees it's Seth. "Hey. Roman's driving us to Frosty's after Roman's football practice gets out, that cool?"

"Yeah."

"Either of you seen these flicks before?" Dean asks them.

"No," Seth answers. "I don't think my mom wanted me to see The Thing from Another World. She said it'd give me nightmares."

"I saw Creature From the Black Lagoon," Roman tells them. "Snuck into the theatre with my older cousins and watched it with them when it came out. My dad got real mad when he found out I didn't go to the library."

"Oh, you troublemaker, you," Dean teases. "Sure you're not gonna go, Randy?"

"I have plans for tonight, thank you very much." Randy tosses his cigarette butt to the ground and stomps it out. "So, I'll pass."

"Your loss."


Seth's never really met Molly before. He's seen her hanging around with Roman after school and occasionally in the hallway, but he's yet to meet her. He's highly impressed by her ability to chew gum and drink a milkshake at the same time. He's also highly embarrassed when she says to Roman, "Your new friend is such a cutie. You're such a cutie, Seth."

"Thank you?" he replies before shoving a third of his burger into his mouth so he doesn't have to say anything else.

"Molls, you're embarrassing the poor guy," Roman says to her.

"What? It's true. You must have the girls crawling all over you. I know a couple of my girlfriends have talked about you."

He has to finish chewing and swallowing before he can ask, "They have?" He didn't know he was gossip worthy.

"Of course they have. Have you ever looked into a mirror? You're adorable! Rome, tell him he's adorable."

"Really?" he looks to his girlfriend, who raises an eyebrow at him. "You're adorable," he tells Seth. He then glances to Dean, because he's sure all this talk of Seth being cute, adorable and the center of cheerleader gossip is driving him crazy.

"Are you single?" Molly then asks.

Seth finds himself looking to Dean for assistance here. Because, technically, yes, he's single. But he really likes being with Dean. He just can't go steady with Dean for obvious reasons. "It's complicated?" he goes with in the end.

"What does that mean? You sleepin' with someone?"

"Uh, well…" he starts, now put on the spot. He can't say that he and Dean have been playing tonsil hockey the past couple weeks, that maybe he's touched Dean's dick a few times and that there was that one time he let Dean come down his throat. "I was with this girl at my last school. When I left I told her that we needed to keep in touch."

"So, you never really broke up with her? You're still keepin' in touch with her?"

"Yeah," he lies.

"Well, when you're over her, let me know."

"Ok."

They finish their food and shakes and then part ways. Roman takes Molly right to the theatre while Dean and Seth walk over to the car. "So, you were seein' a girl at your old school?"

"You know I wasn't. But you also know I can't say I've been groping your ass the past couple weeks," he says in a hushed voice, even though no one's around.

"No, guess not," Dean says reluctantly. "I wouldn't blame you though."

"Blame me for what?" Seth asks, confused.

Dean unlocks his car doors, then replies, "If you took up Molly's offer."

"What? I wouldn't do that." He slides into the car and shuts the door, staring at Dean as though he grew another head.

"Why not? If you started goin' with one of her friends, at least you'd be able to go out and hold hands with her, take her to the movies and put your arm around her." At that, Dean throws his arm around the back of Seth's seat, using his arm for leverage as he turns his head to back out of the parking spot.

"Well, what if I don't want to go with a girl? I don't want one of Molly's friends. I like what we have going, Dean. A lot."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. So, can we just go to the movies now and not discuss this anymore?"

"Yeah."


Even though they're a little behind Roman, it's still early enough to find a good spot once they get to the movies. They're a couple cars down from Roman, but it's not like they were going to talk to one another during the movies, anyway. "I'll go get the popcorn and drinks. Coke again?" Seth asks.

"Yeah," Dean agrees. He watches Seth walk off and smiles to himself. After Renee last year, he didn't think he'd bother with the whole romance thing again. Dating her had been a disaster. She never wanted to kiss him, because she said he always tasted like cigarette, which he didn't like. She only let him put his hand up her shirt once, because she wanted to keep her modesty. So, sex was never even an option with her. Though, he figures, she probably has no issue lying back and thinking of England now that she's with goddamn Wade Barrett. Still, he really wants to know where Randy finds all these girls that are willing to put out for him, because the one he dated was far from one of those girls.

Then Seth came along. He gets along with him, finds him really good looking and he's just as into the physical part of things as he is.

Seth is back soon, again with his hands so full of things that he can't get in the car on his own. Dean rolls down his window and grabs his drink and the popcorn, setting the tub in the middle of the bucket seat.

They eat some popcorn while they wait for the double feature to begin. This time, though, when their hands brush in the popcorn tub, they let their fingers linger on one another's, Dean's fingers trailing up and down Seth's hand. They drink their sodas and munch on their popcorn, enjoying the movie.

There's a short break between the end of the first movie and the start of the second. Both Dean and Seth use that time to find a tree to pee behind, because the lines for the toilets are way too long. Dean stops by Roman's car, knocking on the window to break up the groping session happening in the front seat. He grins when Roman gives him a dirty look. "Hey," he greets.

"Can I help you?" he asks, Molly leaning over his shoulder.

Dean shrugs. "Just came by to ask if you enjoyed the first movie. Guess now I'm here to ask if you watched the first movie."

"Some of it. I've seen that one before, anyway, remember?"

"Right, snuck into the movies with your cousins," Dean says, recalling the conversation from earlier. "Well, I hope you enjoy this one as much as you did the last one."

"I'm sure I will," he replies.

"You, too, Molly," he adds, ducking his head a bit lower so he can see her better.

"Thank you, Dean," she says with a little grin. "You, too."

"Will do." He grins at them both once more before heading off, the opening scene of the movie just starting. He gets back into the car and grabs himself a handful of popcorn.

It doesn't take long for them to finish off the remaining popcorn, and when that's done, they move the tub to the floor and Seth scoots over into the middle seat. No one is paying attention to them, either watching the movie or spending quality time with their boyfriend or girlfriend. So, they sit next to one another, Dean's hand laced with Seth's.

Another thirty minutes into the movie, after thirty minutes of their legs brushing against one another's and hands trailing up and down the other's thigh, Dean leans over and whispers, "I wanna fuck you so bad."

Seth's eyes go wide, because he had not been expecting that. "What?"

"I said I wanna fuck you so bad," he repeats, then leans back and takes a sip of what's remaining of his soda.

"What? Right… right now?"

"You know I'd love to right now, but… we can't." He's sure that there's some couple here who's hunkered down in the back of their car, but he and Seth can't take that chance.

"Well, we're going back to my house right after the movie," Seth says.

"Nah, Seth, I want you in my car," as he leans back towards him. "I want you naked in the back seat… even before I got this car, I knew I wanted a car so I could take you in the back seat," he confesses. "I never thought I'd be able to, but I'd fantasize about it every day. And now you're here and you're into me just as much as I'm into you. And I wanna fuck you right there," he says as his eyes flicker over towards the back seat.

"I want that, too," Seth tells him. "I really wish we could leave right now."

"Oh, me too."

They both turn their attention back to the movie, but Dean's hand is quick to start running up and down Seth's thigh. He rubs down, up, down, up and then he slips his hand a bit more to the right. Seth gasps as Dean's hand brushes over his jean covered cock. It's hard, has been since Dean told him his thoughts. Dean palms at him and Seth actually whimpers a bit when the button on his jeans is undone and that hand slips inside.

"Bet you want me to get you off right now," Dean whispers into his ear. "It'd be so easy to. But I don't want you to get off til I'm inside you."

"Oh, fuck," Seth moans, the idea alone making his dick twitch in anticipation.

The movie can't get over fast enough. Seth makes quick work of throwing out all their trash, and Dean doesn't even bother saying goodbye to Roman. He's just as eager to get out of there.

Once they make it out of the busy parking lot, they drive around for a bit until Dean finds a nice secluded road. There's some moonlight coming into the car, but not much, which is a shame, because he wants to see all of Seth. But he doesn't know where else he can go and not be noticed. "So," he says once he's parked.

Seth looks over at him, heart rate rising as he thinks about what's to come. "So."

"Take off your shoes and climb in the back," Dean orders, already toeing off his shoes. He waits for Seth to crawl out back first, then he reaches over and unzips his backpack, where he grabs a tub of Vaseline, which he normally keeps in his bedroom for when he needs to take care of himself. He crawls into the back himself and positions himself over Seth. He leans down to kiss him, their tongues tangling together in a frenzied kiss. When he leans back, he pulls his shirt off and throws it over the passenger seat.

With Dean shirtless, Seth takes the opportunity to run his hands up Dean's abdomen and chest. He smoothes his hands back down over the hard planes of Dean's body, loving the feel of those solid muscles beneath his palms and fingertips.

"Come on, my turn," Dean says, tugging at the hem of Seth's shirt. Sitting up, Seth allows Dean to tug the shirt off and over his head. Dean then captures Seth's mouth in a kiss, pushing him back down into the seat.

Seth moves his hands to Dean's back, then slides them down to grab a handful of his ass. He's disappointed when in one hand, all he gets is a handful of wallet. "Your pants are in the way," Seth says, breaking the kiss.

"Yeah," Dean agrees. "Yours, too." They both separate for a moment to slip out of their pants. Dean, however, pulls out his wallet from his back pocket and opens it. He holds up a little square foil packet. "When I started seeing Renee, Randy got this for me. Said it's his fifty cent insurance policy."

"You never used a rubber with her?" Seth asks, wondering how there could be no little Deans running around if that was the case. Then it hits him. "You never used a rubber because you never had sex with her?" At Dean's nod, he goes on, swallowing hard. "Dean, am I your first?"

"That's not a problem with you, is it?"

"No! No, not at all. As long as you don't care that I don't have any experience, either."

Dean groans, now knowing for sure that no one's ever touched Seth like this before, that he'll be the first person to ever fuck Seth. "Not at all. Guess I don't need this with you, either." He tosses the condom up front, then his wallet, then his pants on top of his wallet.

"Oh my god," Seth breathes out, because they're actually about to do this, and he's going to feel every inch of Dean in him without that barrier they'd have to use if he were a girl. He lifts his hips and pulls down his boxers, dick hard against his belly. Dean pulls them the rest of the way off, removing his socks, as well, and lets them drop to the floor.

"We would have had a lot more room if we'd done this at your house," Dean says as he removes his own socks and underwear. "But we'd have to be way too quiet." He nestles himself between Seth's legs, his own hardness brushing up against Seth's as he leans forward to kiss him again.

Seth's hands tangle into Dean's mop of blonde hair as he feels Dean's hands in his own. He's come to learn that Dean loves messing up his perfectly styled hair. It doesn't matter if they're in his bedroom kissing late at night, or out on the smoker's patio at school by themselves, if Dean can get his hands in Seth's hair, he will.

Rocking his hips a little, Dean elicits a small moan from Seth. He does it again and again, rubbing their cocks together. Dean breaks away from Seth's mouth, kissing down his jaw and to his neck. "Mmm, Dean," Seth moans.

Dean reaches to the floor as he kisses and nips at Seth's neck, feeling around for the jar of Vaseline. He finally finds it after groping blindly for it and pops the lid off. He pulls back from Seth as he slicks up his fingers.

"You came prepared," Seth says.

"I was just being hopeful," Dean tells him. "I wanted this for a while… wanted you for a while… I didn't think you'd say no."

Seth shakes his head. "Could never say no. I want you, too." He pushes up on his elbows and meets Dean for another kiss.

"Mm, lay back," Dean says once their kiss breaks, and Seth does. The space they have is tight, but they're going to make this work. Seth's left leg is bent at the knee, pressed against the back of the seat, and his right leg is over the edge of the seat, foot planted on the floor, leaving him exposed for Dean. Dean plants his left foot on the floor of the car and leans back on the ball of his right foot, looking at Seth laid out for him. With some hesitancy, he brings his hand down to Seth's ass and rubs one of his slicked up fingers along the crack, fingertip catching on his hole.

"Holy shit," Seth whispers. Dean's finger feels so good, touching places on him he never expected another person to touch. The finger makes one more journey up his crack before it begins pushing inside. There's a little stretch as the finger goes in deeper, but it's not bad. It actually feels nice as Dean pulls his finger out, then pushes back in several times over.

When Dean withdraws one finger and goes back in with two, that's when he can really feel the resistance. "You're so tight, Seth. I don't know how I'm gonna fit inside you," he says. He's trying to imagine it, what it will feel like. He's fucked into his own fist, but that's nothing compared to the tight heat he's fingering right now.

"Oh, god," Seth moans at Dean's words. He's so turned on, despite the fact that he can now feel his ass being stretched out as Dean's fingers push into him, twist just slightly as they pull out and then get worked back into his body again. "I want you so bad."

"Not yet," Dean says, though he wants to fuck Seth last damn month. But he doesn't want to hurt him, doesn't want Seth's first time to be full of nothing but pain and misery, shit he doesn't want his own time to be full of nothing but Seth's pain and misery. So, he works a third slicked up finger into Seth. It's slow going as he pushes in against the resisting ring of muscle. He feels that ring close tight around him and it makes his cock leak precum as he imagines that feeling around him.

He takes his time, pushing them in as deep as they can go before pulling them out and repeating his previous actions. And he watches. He watches as his fingers disappear into Seth's body, then watches Seth's face as he does it. He twists his fingers some, then gets the most amazing reaction out of Seth. His ass clenches even tighter around his fingers as his hips buck into the air, Seth's mouth parting as a look of pleasure takes over his face. Dean does it again, feeling the smooth bump now against his fingertips. "Dean, Dean, don't. I'm way too close." He's been rock hard for ages now and with Dean rubbing this spot in his body is getting him far too close to his climax for his comfort. He doesn't want to come before Dean is even in him.

"Really? It's that good?" Dean asks.

Seth nods, "Yeah. It feels really good."

"You'll have to try that on me sometime," he says.

"Gladly. Now, can you please fuck me?" Seth asks, pleading brown eyes looking up into Dean's.

"Yeah. Yeah, I can do that." He withdraws his fingers, then dips into the jar of Vaseline to get some more to spread over his dick. It's a familiar feeling, his slick hand sliding over his hard cock, but this is far more heated than any encounter he's had with his right hand. Quickly placing the jar on the floor, Dean leans forward on his knee, lining the tip of his cock up with Seth's hole. He then presses his hips forward and watches as his cock slowly slides into Seth's body. It's even tighter than he imagined. The pressure around him feels so good, squeezing him so tight that he's pretty sure he's not going to last more than a minute. He wants to last, wants to fuck Seth good and hard, but shit, he's never felt anything so damn amazing. And then he looks from where he's buried in Seth's body up to Seth's face.

Seth's eyes are blown, the normally dark brown eyes now just black, filled with lust and want and desire and a bit of pain. Dean's sure his own eyes look similar, and he's right. Seth's so used to those bright blue eyes that when he sees just the tiniest hint of blue in a ring around the black of Dean's pupils, he somehow gets even more turned on knowing that he's the one that made Dean look like that.

Their chests are both heaving, and Dean hasn't even begun to move yet. "Kiss me," Seth says. Dean does. He leans forward and presses his lips to Seth's, tongue running over his bottom lip. When Seth's lips part for him, he gently pushes his tongue forward, running it over Seth's, tasting popcorn and soda on him.

When Dean shifts, Seth can feel it in him. He can feel every move that Dean makes, even the ones that aren't deliberate thrusts in and out of him. He can feel it inside him when Dean lifts back up to ask, "You ok?"

"Yeah."

"Do you think I can…?"

"Yeah," Seth answers with a nod.

Just being in Seth, unmoving, helps Dean adjust to the sensation of something so tight, so blissfully hot around him. He thinks he might be able to go a bit longer. He takes a deep breath as he pulls back slowly. And then he realizes that was just wishful thinking, because he's not going to last. He thrusts his hips forward again, pushing deep into Seth. "You feel amazing."

"Yeah?"

"And I'm so sorry."

Though he's as turned on as Dean, a look of slight confusion crosses Seth's face, even as Dean's cock is pulled nearly all the way out of him. "Why?"

"I'm not gonna last long."

Seth grins. "That's ok. We've got time to work on that." He wraps his right hand into Dean's hair and pulls him down into another kiss. He doesn't care if Dean lasts three minutes or three hours in him, so long as they're together. And it's both their first times, after all. And knowing that, knowing that his body is the first that Dean's ever touched, the first and only Dean's ever been in, sends a jolt of pleasure through his body. He reaches down and grips his hard cock in his hand, stroking himself. "Pretty sure I won't last long, either," he whispers as he presses kisses to Dean's cheek.

That little comment alone manages to get Dean going. At least if he comes soon, he won't be alone in it. He picks up his pace for a bit, his thrusts becoming shallower than before. Once he speeds up, it's soon over from there. He thrusts, over and over and cries out loud when he comes, spilling into Seth.

Seth can feel Dean's cock twitching in him, can feel him filling him up. He edges that much closer to his own orgasm then. He speeds his hand up, then asks, "Wanna help?" When Dean makes eye contact, he glances downwards to where his hand is working himself closer and closer.

Still inside of Seth, Dean wraps his hand around Seth's, working together to bring Seth to a finish. And when he does come, his body bucks up and his ass clenches tight around Dean, sending another round of pleasure through him. He pulls out when Seth's body has calmed, watching as his cum drizzles out. And fuck if he couldn't go another round right then and there. "Holy fucking shit," he mutters, out of breath from his prior activities.

"Yeah," Seth agrees, panting.

"When did you wanna do that again?" Dean asks. He grabs his boxers and wipes up Seth's ass, both their stomachs and the car seat with them, thankful he did the upholstry in white. He then he chucks the boxers up front and slips back into his jeans. His dick is sensitive still and his jeans are rubbing against him in a not so pleasant way. He's already ready to be out of his jeans again.

"As soon as my ass feels better?" Seth replies, grabbing his own jeans. Because, yeah, he really wants to do that again. But not that soon.

"Your ass doesn't need to feel better for you to fuck me, does it?" Dean crawls up to the front seat, finding his shirt in the lumps of fabric that got thrown up front.

"No, I guess not," he says, now joining Dean up front and pulling his own shirt on.

"Your bed doesn't squeak, does it?"

"No, but you're also not what I'd call quiet." Seth's pretty sure everyone in a five mile radius heard Dean when he came minutes earlier.

"You'll have to keep me quiet then, won't you?" he asks when starting up the car.

"You really want me to fuck you? Tonight?"

"Yeah. I want you to do the thing with your fingers that I did to you," Dean says, recalling just how much that got Seth going, how close he camejust from his fingers.

"Oh my god," Seth says in a breath, now feeling the ghost of Dean's fingers in him, rubbing against that spot. "How fast can you get to my house?"