(Hope you all enjoy.)
John came out of the bathroom a while later, looking around.
Dean was seated on the bed his hands folded and chewing his top lip as he thought. His head was lowered, at first not seeing John. John walked over to Dean. "You okay, Master?"
"Wh...oh yeah, Dimples." Dean commented as he tried to calm down. "I need to talk to you...get your opinion on something."
"Okay." John knelt down, looking up at Dean. His heart pounded with worry.
Dean looked down to pet John's head but also stroke his face. An action he hadn't really done before. Uncertainty was in his eyes. "I know a lot was put on your plate tonight. What you did hear of it...how do you feel? I don't know what Seth told you before I walked in."
John was taken back by the touch. "All I heard was that he wants you back and says he's willing to share." The older man knew Dean would always love Seth more than him. He had kissed Seth, opened his heart to him.
"Did he say anything about you...about your wants?" Dean asked.
John's eyes lowered slightly. "Yes...he said he knows I want...a loving relationship...that he can show me affection...but I hardly know him."
"Well, a few months ago you could say the same of me." Dean told him. "How would you feel if I brought him in? I already told him you are my Alpha."
John swallowed hard. He wanted Dean to be happy. "I would be fine with that, Master. Even playing with him...but I don't need him to kiss me...or hold me." He loved Dean so much. If he couldn't have him he didn't want Dean's lover kissing him in sympathy.
"He would though...maybe I would wish to see it. You said you never experienced it." Dean told him. "I will give it a few days. See if he will be patient. If he contacts you about it let me know."
Tears filled John's eyes at the words. He would never deny Dean anything but this. "Please, Master...don't ask that of me...I don't mind playing...I may even enjoy it...but I've waited so long to kiss someone I love...am in a relationship with. If I just wanted to kiss anyone I could have kissed Randy."
Dean nodded. "I understand. If your feelings change...don't be scared to tell me so...Okay?"
John nodded with a heavy heart. He knew it was only a matter of time before Seth won Dean's heart all over again. They would love and kiss and share a bed and he would just be the submissive playmate on the floor. "Did you still wish to play tonight, Master?"
"Yes...I did make a promise didn't I?" Dean told him. "Need you to back up so I can move." John stood and stepped backward. He tried to focus on the fun ahead and forget his insecurity. "So…" Dean dragged the word as he stood. "How do you want me...and how do you want them?" He lowered his head then gestured with his hands as two of the larger black forms came from the walls and toward him until they stood by his sides.
John felt shivers of anticipation as he looked. "What are they able to do?"
"Pretty much whatever we want. They don't have set genders like we do." He moved his head and sparks of the black were see in his own eyes.
John nodded. "I would like to try to blow you again, Master...I know I've only tried a few times...maybe they could...fill me while I'm working?" He moved to strip off his shorts.
"Want one under...so you can feel something around your cock?" Dean asked as he went to strip.
John gave a pant and nodded. "Yes, please, Master." Dean moved onto the bed, propping a pillow behind him leaning on the headboard. He gestured to one form and it moved almost gliding onto the bed. It may have been a little hard at first to make out the exact placement, But after it stopped for a few moments the humanlike form became more apparent. John moved to the bed and climbed up until he was on top of the small shadow. He leaned to swipe his tongue over the head of Dean's cock before taking it past his lips.
John could feel the smaller form and pressure slowly wrapping around his cock. As Dean told him it had substance but no real warmth besides that of the room. Dean gave a faint pant as he watched John. John gave a groan as he bobbed his head to bring Dean to full hardness in his mouth. The pressure to his cock did not feel like a human mouth, more like a fleshlight or a cold toy but still felt good. "That's a good boy, Dimples." Dean moaned faintly. John soon felt a weight of something gripping as his ass still bruised from the night before. Then as a hardness was pressed to his ass, slowly pushing inward.
John gave a shudder at the added sensation. He felt cold hands gripping him and what felt like a toy pushing inside. It was cool and slid in smoother than a normal toy. Heated moans could be heard from his stuffed mouth as he sucked his Master's cock, relaxing his throat to take him deeper. "Mmm yeah...like that, Dimples...being used every way." Dean moaned as he slipped his hands behind his head. The larger form behind John was moving to fuck John, giving force behind it to push the man forward that was also moving John in and out of the smaller form under him.
The older man's head spun at all the stimulation to his body. The shadow seemed to somehow hit his prostate just right with every movement while the other made his cock throb in need. He hummed around Dean's member, moaning wantonly in bliss. "Good...Good." Dean moaned. "Enjoy it, Dimples." Dean took one hand to pet John's head with a deeper moan.
John knew he had not been given permission to cum so he held off best he could. His ocean blue eyes looked up at Dean in submission as he took his cock almost to the base for the first time.
"Mmm getting better, Dimples." Dean moaned. "Feeling good there?" He could feel as John trembled slightly. He knew it was how John's body reacted as he fought for control. He closed his eyes a moment and John could feel as the smaller form pulsed slightly around his cock. John almost lost it from the unexpected sensation. It was something new to him. It was a pulse similar to a vibrator but wrapped around his cock. He gave a groan, sending vibrations to his Dom's manhood as he struggled not to blow. "I take that for a yes." Dean moaned, biting his lip. "You've been a good boy...go...go ahead." Dean panted.
John let go of the control he was holding and cried out his orgasm, his body tensing as thick streams shot from his pulsing cock. It seemed to go on and on as the shadow fucking him sped up as he came, hitting his sweet spot over and over. The shadow that was taking John soon vanished while the smaller one remained. Dean moaned out, feeling John. "Good, Dimples...almost there." John moved a hand to cup Dean's balls, giving a small squeeze as he sucked harder.
Dean's head pushed against the headboard as he came with a moan. "Oh, fuck...damn, Dimples."
John swallowed until Dean was spent before removing his mouth. "Thank you, Master...that felt so good." He panted. He looked down at the smaller shadow. "Thank you both too...damn, you're good."
"Yes...you have improved." Dean told him. "Once you move it will. They don't want to mess the bed." John slowly moved from the bed, still shaky from how hard he came.
The shadow form moved off the bed, gliding for the bathroom. Minutes passed and it was not seen again. "Thanks, Guys. You rock." John called to the air.
Dean chuckled at John's reaction. "So, do I have a happy Dimples?"
John nodded quickly with a dimpled grin. "Fuck yes. Thank you."
"Good...you can shower if you wish...then I can wash." Dean told him.
John began to walk then paused by the door. "You ever want help with washing duties I'd be pleased to serve you, Master."
"I'll let you know, Dimples." Dean replied. He wasn't sure how comfortable he would be in such close quarters. John nodded before disappearing into the shower. He saw no sign of the shadow as he washed his body. Dean got up to straighten the bed and prepare for sleep. His eyes looked lost in thought and his mind in a faint fog as it began trying to process everything again.
John came out in a towel and saw Dean by the bed. He did not know if being allowed to share his bed was a one time thing or not. "Should I inflate my bed, Master?" He asked.
Dean shook his head from his thoughts. "Wh...oh no...no, we can share the king."
John nodded. "You okay, Master?"
"Yes...I guess just thinking over everything tonight." Dean replied honestly.
"That's understandable." John sat on the edge of the bed. "Follow your heart, Master. I'll support whatever you decide."
"That's sweet, Dimples...just so you know I am not trying to replace you or cast you out. I know I seem a bit...unconventional..but I am loyal to those that are loyal to me." Dean said with conviction.
John smiled at the promise. He knew Dean had shared something special with Seth so his words meant a lot. "Thank you, Master."
Dean moved for the bathroom. "Need your normal...post workout meal?" He chuckled
John chuckled. "I think I'm good. We can just go to bed."
"I'll be just a moment then." Dean told him, vanishing into the bathroom. John waited on Dean. He tried not to worry about Seth and what this could mean for Dean. He was falling hard for his Dom and now his ex may be back in his life. Dean returned and climbed into the bed. "Night, Dimples...get the light please."
John moved to turn off the light. "Night, Master." He turned on his side, trying to sleep. Dean soon fell asleep, but it didn't seem to stay peaceful for long as he began tossing and mumbling in his sleep as he had other times in the past.
John woke up from the tossing and turned to look. He could see Dean's tormented face in the dim moonlight. He almost timidly moved a hand to rest on Dean's shoulder. Dean jumped slightly then seemed to calm down slowly. In the darkness it was hard to see beside faint movement of one of the shadows moving toward the bed. It stopped on Dean's side, a hand extending to move his tousled hair. It could almost remind someone of a parent trying to calm a child after a nightmare.
John saw the outline in the dark and gave a smile. "Thank you." He whispered. "I would hold him but he won't let me." Its head lifted toward John then nodded before focusing back on felt comforted in his own way by the shadow. He moved his hand from Dean's shoulder and closed his eyes. It was evident they heard and understood him even if he couldn't hear them.
They slept until John's alarm the next morning. With the morning light there was no sign of the shadow. The next few days passed quietly. John and Dean heard nothing from Seth just as he had been told. John focused on work by day and pleasing Dean at night. Dean tried to focus on work. He got to a point he knew he should call Seth so he did one night back in the hotel suite. John was resting by his feet watching TV as he dialed. Seth answered the call on the second ring. His familiar voice caused John to glance upward. "Hello?"
"Hey." Dean replied. "So, are you actually on the road again?"
"Yeah...I'm still out a good while but I'm taping some podcasts with the guys." Seth replied.
"Well, when you get time track us down." Dean told him as his free hand moved to pet John's head.
"I'll be over in ten." Seth said, hanging up.
Dean hung up, looking at John. "He's on his way."
John nodded. "Should I dress, Master?" He was wearing only his collar and a pair of blue boxers.
"Yes...maybe at least shorts." Dean commented. "We can leave the collar on since he knows." John moved to his suitcase and pulled on a pair of gym shorts. Seth knocked on the door a short time later. "Go ahead, Dimples." Dean told him. "Ask who it is first to make sure."
John answered the door once Seth voiced it was him. When Seth walked through the door he gave John a nod before turning his gaze on Dean. John closed the door, feeling butterflies in his stomach. "We decided to give you a chance, Seth." Dean told him, not moving from the couch. "You are starting from scratch though...understood?"
Seth nodded, moving closer to Dean. His dark eyes were full of emotion. "Thank you...you won't be sorry."
"So no kissing like you tried last time… it also means the floor for you until I say otherwise." Dean told him.
Seth groaned inwardly but nodded as he moved to gingerly sit on the floor. He was certain he could turn this around in no time. "Yes, Master." John looked a long minute before walking to sit as well.
"Good, Boys." Dean told them both. He wanted to assure John he was not beneath Seth. "We didn't eat dinner yet. Dimples. You wish to order up for us?"
"Yes, Master." John nodded as he stood. "What would you both like?" "I already ate, John thanks." Seth replied, trying not to laugh at the name Dimples.
"I'll take whatever you order up." Dean told him as he had sort of stopped arguing about John's expensive tastes. John moved to call in the order for two orders of Italian chicken wings. He got a side salad for himself and fries for Dean. Seth moved to rest his head against Dean's leg as he used to do when they first hooked up. Dean tensed a moment before looking down. He moved a hand to move Seth's long hair from his ear to scratch behind it, still remembering the spot was special.
Seth gave a contented happy purring sound. He really had missed Dean. John tried not to feel jealous as he moved to sit back in his spot. "Guess Seth likes being petted too." He tried to smile.
"Yes...Kit like scratches behind the ears...gets the motor running." Dean chuckled.
John thought Seth did look adorable leaning against Dean. He had the type of body that suited being a submissive. "I see that." He noticed two shadows taking in the scene as Seth made a happy purr.
"So, how long did they say?" Dean asked, looking at John before running a hand through what remained of Seth's blonde streak.
"30 minutes, Master." John said. He almost wished he had hair to play with.
"Mmm...feels so good." Seth commented, drinking in the attention. He could feel the desire coming off John in waves.
"Good...thank you." Dean looked over at John. "You know I have a second knee." He commented. John gave a dimpled smile before moving to lean against Dean's other side. Dean reached his other hand over to scratch the top of John's head. "Both my boys happy?" He asked. Both men answered with a yes. It made John feel good to know Dean was trying to make sure he was not left out. This was the closest contact they had ever been together.
The food arrived and Dean had to move to eat despite protests from Seth when he lost Dean's attention. Dean handed him the remote to find something to watch. John sat on the floor by the table to eat his food. "Master, um...did you still want to play tonight?" John wondered. He had been in only boxers when Seth called because Dean had voiced a desire to play with him.
"We still can..think of how to incorporate all three of us." Dean stated between bites of steak.
John nodded. "Of course, Master. We wouldn't leave Kit out." He was trying his best to be supportive of Seth. He loved Dean and knew Seth made him happy.
"Well, after you're done eating you two figure what you would like. I could see Kit laying face down on the bed and I could give him a few good swats...it's been a while." Dean smiled.
John looked uncomfortable. "Please don't leave it up to me, Master. Decisions make me uncomfortable...that's why I love my stern Master." Seth heard the words and smiled at Dean from the floor. "I could give you one of my famous blowjobs, Master."
Dean chuckled at the term famous. "And what part would Dimples take? He loves being taken...not doing the taking."
Seth looked thoughtful then smirked. "He could ride me." John gave a slow nod at the idea.
"Well, that was easy to settle." Dean replied as he went back to eating. Unlike John Seth did not get off on spanking but he indulged Dean, knowing he did. He loved how almost timid John behaved outside of work. Maybe with the older man he could let out a bit of his top side. "Did you know we have access to a special make up person, Kit?" Dean asked, glancing over at him.
"No...really?" Seth looked genuinely surprised by the words.
"Yep." He took a sip of his drink. "Helps Dimples here always look in prime form if a whip lands too high." Dean smirked. "Isn't that right?" He reached over, patting John's head.
"Yes, Master." John grinned. Seth couldn't help feeling jealous. It seemed John had the best of everything when it came to perks at work. He smiled at the thought of manipulating the older man to get what he wants. Why bother trying to suck up to Hunter when he had John so near? John was desperate need of affection. As long as he felt Seth could help him get in with Dean he would be putty in his hands.
"That's great...makes it convenient I'm sure." He replied out loud. "Does Dimples enjoy feeling our Master's strong hand?"
"He never hesitates...and makes him hot from what I can tell." Dean replied. "Does it, Dimples...do you like feeling the sting of my hand or paddle?"
"Yes, Master. I love it." John admitted freely. Seth could see how even the thought of it turned the older man on and he was secretly glad. Dean loved to give it hard and while he could take it pain never heated him. He was more aroused by worshipful petting and stroking. Maybe John would divert some of it from Dean. "Good...I'm sure Master enjoys it, Dimples."
"You know I do, Kit." Dean smiled. "Dimples likes an audience as well. Good for when we go out."
Seth also liked being the center of attention. He tried not to glare at John. "Good. We're alike in that way, Dimples." John gave a smile.
"Be fun showing both my boys off some time." Dean smiled.
John had a feeling Seth was watching him as if studying. He moved to stand and put away his trash. "Do I get a collar, Master?" Seth asked, jealous of John.
"Maybe tomorrow." Dean replied. "You will get one soon."
Seth wasn't pleased but he nodded to hide his displeasure. "Yes, Master." Dean finished and got up, moving to the bed. He sucked his teeth as he started to strip down.
John began to strip as well. He noticed Seth gave a groan as he stood up to undress. "What's wrong, Kit?" "Oh, just sore still from the surgery." Seth admitted as he pulled off his shirt.
"Fuck, I actually didn't think of you being still bad." Dean admitted. "Not seeing the crutches anymore. You sure you can handle this already?"
"I may have to lay on my back and have you straddle me, Sir." Seth admitted. He gave John his best puppy eyes. "Care to help me undress, Dimples?" John shook his head no and moved toward him. Dean moved to sit on the bed, facing the living room area. He thought this may look like fun. Seth watched John with a dark gaze as he lowered his jeans and briefs carefully. When he raised back up Seth pulled the older man close for a kiss before he knew what hit him. John's eyes widened in shock as Seth cradled the back of his head but then a small moan was heard as the younger man skillfully worked his tongue into John's mouth. John felt tingles of lust go through him from the sudden actions.
Dean watched with a slight almost fascination and a pant. He remembered what John said about not forcing him but he also knew what he heard. He saw the brace supporting Seth knee and slowly moved from the bed. He didn't speak up yet, not wanting to ruin John's experience. Seth kissed John slowly, stroking their tongues together, building the fire in him more and more. When he broke the kiss John was dazed and panting. "Like that, Dimples?" He said lowly. "Your lips are far too inviting to not be kissed."
John gave a nod. "Yeah." He looked to see where his Master was and if he was upset.
Dean was watching them with no sign of being angry or upset by it. If anything his body showed his clear arousal of the act. "See, Dimples...Master doesn't mind." Seth said as if reading his mind. "Right, Sir?"
Dean licked his lips, trying to focus. "Nope." He replied very simply at first. "Was actually quite hot." He wiped over his mouth. His cock jerked at the memory.
John felt his own cock stir more, seeing the effect he had on Dean. "We'll give him a show anytime he wishes, won't we, Dimples?" Seth gave John a naughty wink as he moved toward the bed. John could only give a dazed nod.
"Whenever the mood hits you boys...unless you're in a punishment." Dean stated. "Damn, making you turn may be hard on you...but I should still paddle you for being a bad boy, Kit." Dean hummed, debating.
Seth could feel Dean's desire and wanted to humor him. "I can do it, Sir. I'll be careful." He climbed on the bed and laid on his stomach.
"Damn, that's a good little pet." Dean almost moaned as he moved for his travel bag. John watched the scene. Seth smiled to himself at how aroused Dean sounded. He was tough. He could take a little pain.
"Mmm which one...got some nice choices." Dean pondered out loud. He finally pulled out a black leather impression paddle with the word Bitch across it. He also pulled out the lube for John. He moved over, handing it to him first. He then made his way back for the bed. John took the lube with a thank you to Dean. He moved to kneel by the bed so he could watch the show. "Let's see how many of these it will take." Dean commented before he landed the first to Seth's small but rounded cheeks. "You know why I said you were bad, Kit?" He asked before landing the second blow.
"Because I thought I was above you, Master?" Seth replied with a grunt. What was punishment for Seth looked like pure bliss to John. He shifted as he pictured how the blows would feel.
Dean landed two more. "Maybe that is one way to put it. You abandoned me...abandoned the brotherhood...and for what?" He landed one more.
"T-To get ahead...I lost sight, Master." Seth said quietly. John began to feel the mood changing from a hot play scene to something deeper between the other two men. He almost felt as if he was intruding.
"And what happened to that vision?" Dean asked with one more hit. "You saw it was just lies." One more hit. Seth's ass was a deep pink and if one looked closely some of the letters could be seen.
"Yes, Sir." Seth replied softly. "I missed you so much...so many times I wanted to come see you." John wondered if he was in the way of their reunion. It seemed they had a lot of emotional baggage.
Dean twirled the paddle skillfully in his hand. "That's good for now." Dean stated as he walked away. "Dimples, help him turn to his back."
John moved to stand and slowly help Seth roll to his back. He felt a little bad for him, seeing the younger man had lost much of his erection and his eyes looked wet with unshed tears. "Want to just serve Master, Kit? I'll be fine."
"What is it?" Dean asked, his back turned as he was putting the paddle away.
"Nothing, Master...just seems more a private moment." John spoke up before Seth could.
"What about you, Dimples. You wanted time before I even called him." Dean commented.
"I'll be fine, Master. Another time." John assured him. Even in slight pain Seth smiled inwardly at how easy it was to get John to step aside.
"Um...so you gonna go out somewhere?" Dean wondered.
"I'll enjoy a long bath, Master. It will feel nice after the ring work." He excused himself to the bathroom.
Dean looked at John leaving then moved for the bed. "Okay, Kit...still want to choke on me...or should I fuck you?" Dean asked with a raise of his brow.
"Take your pick, Sir." Seth offered.
"Well, want you to get off too...Could fuck your mouth and you touch yourself...I would think that would be less jarring on the leg." Dean smiled.
Seth smiled at Dean's words. "Sounds good. You know I love you in my mouth."
"I remember." Dean moved to where John left the lube, bringing it to Seth. "I think you like that sometimes better then being fucked."
"I do." Seth agreed. He took the offered lube and added some to his limp cock, stroking it. John had heard a few of their words as he was undressing near the door. He knew what Dean promised him but he could already see a difference in the way he treated Seth and how he was treated on his first night. Dean wanting to make sure Seth came and calling him his good pet. And how could he not? Seth may have hurt Dean but he had been a lover and a boyfriend. He knew in time he would be just the sub on the floor. John moved to fill the large tub.
Dean moved to straddle over Seth. He braced one hand on the headboard as he stroked his cock with the other. "Ask for it...tell me what my little pet wants."
"Your cock, Master...please." Seth panted out. He stroked himself harder at even the thought of it. John wondered why he had let Seth kiss him. He loved Dean, wanted Dean to kiss him but something about Seth had felt so alluring.
"Missed your treat, Kit?" Dean asked, slowly stroking himself above Seth's face.
"Yes...fuck, give it to me please." Seth moaned at the sight
"Mmmm, good little pet." Dean smiled as he shifted his body to guide his cock to Seth's slightly parted lips. He slowly lowered to push it in. He then moved his hand from his cock to Seth's hair that was sprawled under him. Unlike John who was almost hesitant Seth latched on to the offered member and began to suck eagerly. Moans of delight left him as he moved his head as much as he was able, stroking his own cock harder. Dean gave a deep, heated moan, his hand tangling in Seth's hair moving to support his head to help lift it more as he thrusted down. "Fuck yeah...always a hungry Kitten for your milk. Kit is a name that suits you well." He knew Seth actually like his hair gripped and tugged, moaning at the deep feeling.
Seth moaned out his agreement, Dean's treatment making his cock throb. He relaxed his throat while still sucking hard as he was able. "Fuck yeah...such a good hungry pet...fuck." Dean moaned, lowering his head against the arm braced on the headboard. He had nearly forgotten or was it blocked out how good the smaller man had felt in the past. Seth could already feel his body wanting to tense at the taste of Dean's cock in his throat. Needy whines could be heard as he pumped his hand harder.
John noticed a shadowy figure near him as he soaked in the tub. "Hey...come to keep me company?" He joked. The figure moved and became more solid, resting on the side of the tub near John's head. It extended a hand, brushing John head. Even without words there was a sense of sympathy from it.
"Almost there, Kit...oh fuck...mmm" Dean moaned and moved to still Seth's head only moments before he came, filling the smaller man's mouth. Seth cried out his own orgasm at the taste of Dean, drinking his beloved milk down.
John gave a relaxed sigh at the touch to his head. "Thanks. I'm probably overreacting. I just...love him so much." The shadow slowly nodded while still trying to give a comforting touch even if it lacked physical warmth.
Dean slowly moved his now softening cock from Seth's lips then off the bed. "That was great...Do you need help to wash...because of the knee?"
"Yes, please." Seth accepted the offer, loving being pampered.
"I'll ask, Dimples to help you once he's done his bath. I'll be right back." Dean turned, heading for the bathroom.
John turned his head when he saw Dean come into the bathroom. "Need something, Master?"
"I'm just going to wash...but once you are done would you please help Kit into the shower and get him cleaned?" Dean asked, heading for the large shower enclosure.
"Of course." John replied softly. He had hoped Dean was going to ask for help washing him off. He gave the shadow a smile of thanks before standing to let the water out of the tub. He stepped out and began to dry off.
"I didn't mean to rush you...I will be a few minutes." Dean told him before starting the water.
"Yes, Master." John walked out to wait. Once Dean was done John gently washed Seth down and dried him. Seth tried not to look as if he was gloating. When it was time for bed John knew what he had to do. He moved to pull out the air mattress.
Dean watched John. "Which of you is that for?"
John forced himself to say what he knew was the right thing. "Me, Master. Kit can't sleep on the floor in his condition." Seth looked grateful while he was smirking inside.
"He also still has his own room." Dean pointed out.
John saw the pleading look in Seth ' s eyes. "It's okay...he can have my place, Master."
"You're very sweet and unselfish, Dimples. Set it up by my side." Dean told him.
"Thank you, Master." John did give a light smile as he set up the mattress. Once it was done he moved to lay on it. Seth carefully climbed into the soft bed.
Dean moved to cut the light after getting into the bed. "Night, Boys." John said his goodnight and tried to sleep. Little by little Seth edged close to Dean. At one point of Seth's shifting instead of finding Dean's warm body he was greeted by a sold misty black barrier. Seth opened his eyes, trying to suppress the annoyed growl at the sight. He cared for Dean but sometimes he hated his shadows.
Dean shifted in his sleep, a hand draping off the side of the bed toward John. He was unaware of the interception of his 'friends'. "Go away." Seth hissed at the shadow. When it didn't move he gave a huff and turned the other direction to sleep. In time the shadow faded before the morning light could chase it away.
