Unlocked Doors

A/N: WARNING: THERE WILL BE A ORAL SEX SCENE! WOO! xD Enjoy!

Dillon was walking though a dark hallway with loads of doors. Some of the lettering on the doors were readable, while others where faded and barely noticeable. Tracing his hands along the walls, over the doors, he felt feelings. Sadness, happiness, anger, hate, and fear. Stopping at the middle point in the dark hallway, he sees two doors. One says Dean and the other Sam. Looking longingly at the door marked Dean, he grasps the door handle. Feeling love vibrate though him, the urge to open the door becomes so much stronger. Twisting the knob slightly, it stops. Turning it the other way, it turns again ever so slightly, then stops. Frantic, he tries and tries, but it wont turn anymore. Wont let him in the room. It was locked. Bringing his hands to his head, he brings them slowly down his face. Looking over his shoulder, he sees the door marked Sam once more, and decides try it. Grasping the knob, he feels a sudden calm and knowing. Looking at the lettering, he softly sighs. Bringing himself back to his task, he turns the knob, opening with a soft click. Walking in the room, all he sees is darkness, and a faint shadow of himself from the little light from the hallway. Feeling along the wall to his left, he feels the little light switch. Clicking it on, the room takes a few seconds for the lights to turn on. Covering his eyes from the sudden lack of darkness, he peers a little out of his fingers. Removing his hand, he looks around squinting. Blinking, his eyes adjust to the light and he looks to his right. A bookcase with files on it, all in alphabetical order. Searching, he looks in the first file marked in the D section. Opening the file, he feels a sudden rush of fear and death fall over him. Eyes losing sight, he closes the folder, only after he sees so familiar yellow eyes. Shivering, he sees a folder, not yellow like the others, but red. Taking it out, he reads what is on the front before opening it. Dean in the most amazing letters he had ever seen was sketched on the front. Smiling, he opens the folder to have love and longing feelings rush over him. Looking in the folder, he sees a key. Picking it up, he sees that it has Dean carved into it just like the letters on the front of the folder. Smiling with white teeth showing, a real smile, he closes the folder and puts it back. Turning to the door, he turns off the light and closes the door with a louder click then he had heard when opening it. Walking across the hallway, he looks at the door. Just about to stick the key in, he hears a familiar voice ever so softly say:

"All in good time Sammy, all in good time…."

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"Wake up sleepy head." Kyle said softly.

"Huh?" Dillon sits up and rubs his eyes.

"Good morning, or should I say afternoon?"

"What ti…time is it?" Dillon says in a yawn.

"Well, it's about two, and you fell asleep at ten."

"Oh."

Jumping out of bed, Dillon stretches and yawns once more. Scratching his head, he places a soft kiss on Kyle's lips.

"I had a dream again."

"Wow, a dream?"

Laughing, Dillon looks Kyle in the eye.

"No, I mean a dream…about them."

"Oh, what about?" He smiles softly.

"Hope it wasn't anything naughty there Dilly boy."

"No, it was different this time…"

Sighing, he walks to the door.

"You gonna tell me?"

Turning around, he smiles.

"All I can remember was a hallway and doors."

"Interesting…"

"Oh very, now I'm hungry! lets head downstairs" Dillon says with a grin.

"Not like that." Pointing at Dillon.

Dillon looks down and notices that he's only in boxers.

"Never noticed that." he laughs.

"Well I really don't want you to change seeing as you look so sexy in boxers…." Kyle winks at Dillon, making him blush.

"But…..I don't think that….that….would be a nice thing for your mother to see."

Looking down, Dillon notices…

"Aww shit!" blushing like a mad man, he sits on the floor cross-legged.

"Now I feel like such an idiot."

"Don't, you were cuddled up with me, I'd be offended if that didn't happen." Winking, Kyle walks over and sits on the floor in front of Dillon.

"Now.." he says slowly. "We could sit here and wait for it to go away." He smiles.

"Or.." Dillon knows what's coming, due to the fact he knew Kyle's mind oh so well. "We could get rid of it fast, and, my favorite, the easy way!"

Dillon looked at him.

"Uhh…"

"Did you say the easy way? That's just what I wanted you to say!"

Eyes widening, he opens his mouth to protest when he feels Kyle's lips upon his. Smiling into the kiss, he feels Kyle's hand reach inside his boxers.

"Whoa, what are you…"

"Getting rid of it for you in a fast, easy way." Winking (Kyle seemed to do that a lot today) he ribs a little and slowly. Moaning, Dillon stands up, and Kyle's hand falls.

"Not here."

Grabbing Kyle's hand, he leads him to the bathroom, his little friend standing up more then before. Nuzzling Dillon's neck, he bites and nips at the skin on his collarbone. Pushing the door open with his back, he walks in fast, and closes the door. Pushed up against the wall, Dillon kisses Kyle's neck, biting and nipping, nuzzling and licking. Kyle, (though he wont admit it later) moans a little loud, and Dillon stops.

"Whoa! Dude! Aren't my parents home?!"

Laughing, Kyle shakes his head.

"They left for work, and you don't have any siblings, Sooo… were safe."

Stealing a kiss, Kyle slips his hand back into Dillon's boxers. Gasping, Dillon nuzzles his face deeper into Kyle's neck. Grinning, Kyle grasps Dillons erection and pumps slowly. Moaning, Dillon nips at a spot on Kyle's neck that makes him moan. Grinning like a mad man, Dillon continues to nip and lick at the same spot, making a mark. Kyle, not horny has ever, pumps Dillon faster and harder, making Dillon moan louder each stroke. Pumping fast then slow, he sees that he's pushing Dillon to the edge.

"Finish it….d..don't te…tease...me…" Dillon gasped.

Nodding, Kyle pumps a few more times fast and hard before a slow stroke. Kyle's name slipping past Dillon's lips as he came into his hand. Bringing up this cum covered hand, he licks it clean and kisses Dillon, making him taste himself.

"Wow." was all Dillon could say.

"Now I'm all hot and bothered!" Kyle whispers into Dillon's right ear. "Wanna help me relax?"

Shifting from foot to foot, Dillon looks up into Kyle's eyes.

"Sure." he spits out after a good five seconds.

Taking Kyle over to the toilet, he closes the lid and pulls off Kyle's boxers. Sitting down on the toilet, Kyle spreads his legs, a got treat waiting for Dillon's waiting mouth. Licking the palm of his hand, he starts to stroke Kyle's member slowly, waiting for that oh-so-sexy moan to escape those lovely lips. Stroking slowly, but harder, he hears the long awaited moan at last. Kneeling down on the ground, Dillon licks the tip of Kyle's member, and then takes it into his mouth, making Kyle gasp. Feeling Dillon's mouth on his member, he moans Dillon's name and thrust up a little, while he feels the heat and wetness consume and then leave this member. Sucking fast and hard, then slow and soft, he hears Kyle mumble something. Looking up, he can see that he's ready to release. Pumping fast with his hand, and sucking hard with his mouth, he feels a sudden rush of tasty liquid pour into his mouth. Licking up every last bit of cum, he hears his name escape Kyle's lips as his kisses him. Tongs tangling and searching. Parting for breath, Dillon looks Kyle in the eye.

"I love you."

Looking at Dillon, his eyes saying all, though he says it anyways.

"I…love you…to…"

Frowning, Dillon looks away.

"What?"

"Nothing…"

"Dill…

"Never mind!"

"Would you just listen? For one second?"

Looking back, Kyle sees hurt and anger flickering in Dillon's usual happy green eyes.

"I kinda…kinda have an issue with…well….I don't like chick flick moments."

Gasping, Dillon clenches his head in pain.

"You okay?"

"It's…It's another…thing about..the…AH!" Falling into Kyle's arms, he blacks out.

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Dean was caked in mud. Looking around, he sees that this is in a hotel room.

"Dean, I just wanted to say sorry, about earlier…"

Putting a hand up, Dean looks at Sam.

"No chick-flick moments." turning his hand to the left while saying so.

"Okay…jerk."

"Bitch."

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Shooting up, he sees that he's in his bed.

"Dean?"

"Huh?"

Turning around, Kyle looks at Dillon.

"Did you just call me Dean?"

"Oh, another…dream thingy…."

Looking up, he sees Dean. Though the Hazel eye's stay the same when he fades back to Kyle.

"Oh, what was it about?"

"No click-flick moments, that's what Dean said…Like you…"

Smiling, Kyle walks over and runs his hand through Dillon's hair. Pushing Dillon back on the bed slowly, he curls up beside him.

"Sleep. You need it after those dreams you have, you always look tired."

"Yea…I feel tired…" And after that, he falls into a deep slumber.

And to think, I thought you remembered….guess not, it's not time yet….Sadly.

Resting his head near Dillon's, he closes his eyes and sleeps with his Dilly, his Sammy.

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A/N: Hmm, I thought it was pretty good, Took me FOREVER to write though xD