Like I said in my rambling before the last chapter, I would probably need until just before Christmas to go for the new chapter. And I was right. But now the new chapter is written - an extra long one to make up for the waiting - and I hope you will enjoy. So have fun with reading. And to all of you who celebrates Christmas: happy holidays!

[Saturday, 20 December 2014] Mr Regal had insisted for Dean to dress like usual for the entire day. After all, this still was a normal work day for his housemaid. So he had to dress like that. And Mr Regal needed it that way as well. He acted his distant way for the entire morning like he had acted the last few days when they were both together – just the two of them. He had briefly spoken to the young man during the very early breakfast today. Actually he had just replied to Dean's question if there was any unusual business to do this morning. Apparently he had wondered about the reason behind the early breakfast at six o'clock. But Mr Regal had told him that there was no reason. And Dean just shrugged it away.

Mr Regal had noticed the shrug, something that he had never seen before from the young man. Something like this like he wouldn't care or he didn't have respect for his master. Sometimes there wasn't much behind such signs. But sometimes such signs were just the start of something bigger. And most of times the saying resist the beginnings was something very true. And Mr Regal made just another mental note to himself to have a closer eye to Dean's almost hidden behaviour and such little signs. Mental notes regarding this young man had become quite an issue in the last couple of days really, Mr Regal then had thought. But then he decided to continue reading his newspaper and let thinking about the young man go for now.

And then just after lunch Mr Regal told his housemaid that he should join him in the library when he was finished with feeding his pets. He should bring one of the books he gave him a few days ago. So they could have a read together. And if Dean wanted to ask something, he could ask. And Dean did right this. Except for the questions. He actually had some about a few knights and the way they died. But he remained silent for the entire time they were reading. Mr Regal looked at the young man for a couple of times. He was sitting right beside the window on his favourite place in the library. And Mr Regal got the imagination that Dean was more looking outside the window and watching the snow fall than reading his book. But he didn't say anything about it.

Both men really shared a rather quiet few hours together. And even if they didn't share words, there were actually some thoughts shared. Thoughts about the way the other man behaved during not sharing any words.

– – – –

And then Mr Regal had finished reading his newspaper and decided that it was time to get ready for the big Christmas party in town. The huge grandfather clock just chimed five when Mr Regal stood up from his comfortable wing chair and put his newspaper down on the stacker. With this movement he got Dean's attention and so he told him briefly that he should go to his own room. He should wait for him there for bringing over all his clothes that he would wear tonight.

Dean had been waiting for this moment all day long. Actually he had been waiting since yesterday, maybe since Tommaso suggested that Mr Regal should finally give in for a visit to the yearly Christmas party that he avoided for so many years.

But now Dean sat on his bed in his room with just his boxer shorts on and he wasn't able to tell anymore if he was excited or just terribly nervous. He found that both these feelings kind of felt the same anyway. But he couldn't tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing. After all he would wear clothes that he wasn't comfortable in at all. And all these cards with the facts and faces just circled around his mind right now – no single fact fitted to a certain face. Dean thought he simply forgot everything he had read and had been told by Mr Regal yesterday. And finally Dean knew that feeling right now – if he had to name it – was horror. And maybe pain.

Plus together with his currently very distant and cold master, he didn't really knew what to do at this party. He would probably make a fool of himself and shame Mr Regal into his own grave. He wouldn't know anybody who'd talk to him. So this party probably started and ended with him standing or sitting in a corner, watching and listening to all those people. And hopefully he wouldn't have to meet up directly with Livingston.

Dean wasn't afraid to see him. At all. But he didn't want people to know. Which would happen when his fists would have a little chit-chat with Livingston's face. But maybe people would already know. And knowing that people would know was a rather uncomfortable thought.

When people don't know for sure but they know just a few facts or rumours here and there, they always try to get the whole picture – solving the riddle in their minds. And if they don't get the rest of the facts, they just make them up. And Dean could just imagine what people think about him. All these made up stories circling around everyone's minds when they'd see him within an hour, wasn't something Dean liked to imagine. So he was actually glad when Mr Regal entered his room in company with all the nice clothes from the tailor.

"Do we really have to go, sir?" were the first words Dean came up with when Mr Regal just closed the door behind himself. And he was met with a look of surprise.

"I imagined you looking forward to the party, Dean. I thought you would like it meeting up with other people, being on another place than just here at the castle," Mr Regal said and he really sounded surprised.

"I would like it, certainly I'd do, if there weren't a few people I've already met," Dean said, now staring at his feet.

"He won't do anything to you, Dean," Mr Regal said and it sounded like a promise.

"That's not what I'm afraid of, sir. I fear that I'll do something to him," Dean finally said, actually looking up right into Mr Regal's eyes, and the older man noticed that Dean meant what he said.

"Well, if you already fear this to happen, you'll certainly find a way not to do anything to him. Also you might consider that a Christmas party isn't the best place for a fistfight or something worse. And I already made my mind up what to do with Livingston. He'll get what he deserves. But not tonight. So, promise that you won't do anything to him, Dean," Mr Regal said while his last words sounded like one of his rules that Dean could get punished for when he didn't follow them.

"Then... I promise that I won't do anything to him tonight," Dean said. He didn't have to add anything because Mr Regal knew that the young man wanted to be involved when his master was about to punish Livingston. He made that very obvious from the way he just promised him not to hurt his former master. And Dean knew that Mr Regal knew, just from the knowing look on his features.

"Now that we've settled this, lets put on our clothes," Mr Regal said, went to the bed that Dean still sat on and put the clothes down, right next to the young man. It actually were just Dean's clothes. And it dawned on Dean that his master probably didn't trust him when it came to formal clothing.

"Why can't I just... I mean, don't you think I should be able to put on these clothes on my own?" Dean asked his feet. "I already know how to wear them. Massimo showed me. Maybe I need some help with the tie but otherwise..."

He didn't finish the last sentence because Dean felt Mr Regal's look. It was a strange feeling, sitting in front of him, being almost nude. What happened in that jacuzzi just a few days ago instantly made it to Dean's mind. And he didn't want to feel Mr Regal's hands on his own skin. There wouldn't be anything more. So it was better to feel nothing at all. He didn't say that, of course. What he had said sounded like enough drama. And Dean didn't want to have drama. He really wanted to enjoy this party. Because Mr Regal was right, being in another surrounding with many different people should be interesting – and just something else compared with the daily routine that was his life at the castle.

Before Mr Regal said anything to his housemaid's stuttering, he wondered briefly since when the young man behaved like he just did, questioning his decisions, asking basically irrelevant questions and just seemed to be generally rebellious. Usually he would announce the consequences to such inappropriate behaviour. But since this was the evening of the Christmas party, he was just silent, counted to ten internally and then gave in to the young man.

"It's just help with your tie from me then. But don't take too long. I'll see you downstairs in ten minutes," Mr Regal just said. And when he had left the room, Dean still wasn't certain about the very mood his master was in right now. He sounded like his cold and distant self that he was in for the last few days. But Dean could almost smell the anger of the older man. And he wasn't sure if he could go on like he did for very long without a reaction.

He'd certainly find out very soon.

– – – –

The old black car of Mr Regal happened to be almost colder on the inside than it was outside of it when they drove slowly down the small path towards the border of Mr Regal's property. It certainly hadn't been a great idea to park the car just next to the castle over night. Because for some reason there wasn't a garage next to the castle and Dean still didn't know why his master made life too complicated for himself with the garage for the car being just right next to the palisade that marked the border of his property. When they passed the entrance, Dean threw a glance left to the garage and sighed briefly while he pulled his beanie deeper into his face, then the scarf over his mouth and finally crossed his arms in visible anxiety that he could loose a few degrees of temperature from his own body warmth before they arrived at the theatre.

Dean didn't like the cold at all. But this wasn't just cold. It was damn freezing and bloody frosty. And even his warm clothes together with the beanie and the scarf weren't able to prevent him from feeling every cold breeze that met his bare skin on his face.

But he could also still feel something else. That other breeze. The fresh scent from Mr Regal that he could smell very strongly when his master indeed had helped him with his tie. That happened just some minutes ago. His master himself didn't wear a tie and he had actually met him with a chuckle when Dean held out his tie. He still couldn't believe that Dean really wanted to wear that colourful extravaganza. But he had to admit – only to himself, of course – that it suited the young man, in some strange way.

Mr Regal went for a simple Windsor tie, so that procedure was done within just a few seconds. While Mr Regal was looking at the tie and the knot, Dean was actually focused on Mr Regal's eyes. Dean somehow wanted to catch a look from his master while they were standing so close together. And Mr Regal clearly wanted to avoid it.

And he had been successful.

Congratulations, Dean had thought the moment Mr Regal had been turning away from him to head straight for the kitchen to get the huge bottle of champagne from the table he had been put on before. Of course, this was a party organized from town and it wasn't officially needed to bring something. But unofficially everyone should bring something, so he or she wasn't seen as Ebenezer Scrooge who just wanted to consume for free.

So it was this huge bottle of champagne from Mr Regal that for some reason he had to carry with both hands. He was a very busy man until both men had fastened their seat belts in the old black car.

And not much had been spoken until then. Dean had been busy with trying to avoid as much cold as possible, still smelling Mr Regal's scent and wondering why his master acted more and more distant and quiet towards him. And Mr Regal simply tried to avoid any eye contact with the young man to forget all about the rules Dean had broken just today.

Christmas was only within a few days and he didn't want to punish the young man during such a festive period. Mr Regal wasn't much of a religious man. But he felt respect for this time of the year. So he hoped that Dean wouldn't deliver even more reason for him to finally forget about his good resolutions.

– – – –

"Here we are then," Mr Regal said and it sounded like a battle call he just whispered to himself. Then he cleared his throat, took a deep breath and looked right next to him. The boy hadn't even unfasten his seat belt so far. His hair would look horrible when he'd finally take off this ugly beanie. But that actually made Mr Regal smile – just a bit, so Dean didn't notice when he finally met his master's eyes.

"You should have fun tonight, Dean, you really should. So, don't be too worried about me. Our rules are still on, of course. You can have a few drinks but don't exaggerate it. The same goes for any food. Take some from anything you see but don't hoard your plate like you didn't have anything for a week. You got that?" Mr Regal told the young man which earned him a smile that he hadn't seen for quite some time.

"I got that yesterday, sir. And I haven't forgotten," Dean said and added, "I shouldn't worry about you? Well, you also shouldn't worry about me. I won't embarrass you, sir, I promise."

He shouldn't? Mr Regal shouldn't be worried about him? Once again he had to remind himself that Christmas was just a few days ahead. There was no need to punish the boy now. But three words circled around his mind: resist the beginnings! He would for sure. But not now.

Not now.

"Well then," he said instead, "I hope you don't mind the cold again. It's just for a moment. And the theatre really is a lovely place."

– – – –

Mr Regal was right. The theatre was indeed a lovely place with surprisingly lovely people. Well, just one in particular.

All had started with the usual greetings when they arrived. Most guests were already there. And there was the centre of the main stage of the theatre. There was a place where people could dance. There was another place where people could talk. And there was another place where people could eat. There was a long table with full plates of anything possible to eat. Some of it Dean just saw for the first time in his life. And there was a real cook there who performed live cooking for everyone interested.

This had been the first place Dean had chosen for a longer presence when the greetings abated and Mr Regal was fine with him going his own way. Because he was still able to have a look at his master as some kind of silent bond between them. Not that Dean needed that. At least he told himself and believed it for a while.

He kind of forgot when he looked around this place, inhaling the smell of the dark wood from the semicircle of the gallery and the few lodges. Warm light threw chased shadows. So everything around Dean made the impression of one big living and breathing animal. And they all happened to be in its stomach. For just a glimpse of a second Dean believed his own imagination and he had to turn back to the cook, getting his mind towards something else that wasn't able to frighten him any longer.

And then he heard a light chuckle right beside him. For a moment Dean thought that Livingston just found him, so he already prepared himself for a verbal fight. He put both of his fists into his trouser pockets and slowly turned to his left.

But it wasn't Livingston. It was someone else. Dean eyed up the bald head, the bushy eyebrows and this stubble that would be a beard within two days if it wasn't shaved until then. Only then Dean looked this guy briefly in the eye, perhaps sending him a knowing look, so the guy's eyebrows seemed to communicate with him before he actually said something.

"Do we know each other?" the guy asked. But he sounded just curious, not aggressive at all.

"You are..." Dean began with his answer and just briefly seemed to search through his virtual cards in his mind, "... Antonio Cesaro, aren't you?"

"I am indeed. Then you must be Dean Ambrose, am I right?" Antonio said, now smiling broadly.

"That's right as well. So, we're knowing each other without knowing each other, I guess. Strange start to a conversation," Dean told the plate in front of him. Even if he liked a guy, he just wasn't able to hold eye contact for more than two seconds.

"It's a bit strange, yes. But just let us blame William's MSC and this town being so tiny, so gossip meets every corner rather quickly," Antonio continued small talk which built up to just another question from Dean.

"MSC?" he asked and Antonio instantly knew that the other man obviously didn't know about this abbreviation.

"Mug shot cards. William's infamous treat for his new servants. But these are kind of useful, I guess. I mean, you must know most people here without actually knowing them. So you're not feeling like completely left alone, right?" Antonio said and Dean internally appreciated him trying to make him comfortable. But right the opposite happened. Because Antonio seemed to know a lot about Mr Regal. He actually called him William. And he knew about Dean's own status.

But he still tried to play tough guy.

"I thought I had it all forgotten because it was so much to learn in a very short time. But I guess I remembered a few things. Lets see..." Dean said and actually shot Antonio a rather long glance. "You've got a coffee shop in town, right?"

"Almost," Antonio smiled and finally took a seat right next to Dean. "I've got a coffee shop and a gym. But the gym is pretty new. It's actually downstairs. You only see the coffee shop when you're watching from the outside. I didn't have the time so far to promote it. So...," Antonio paused briefly to look at the other man from head to toe. Then he continued, "... you look like you train a bit. Feel free to come over to my gym, so I can show you around and give you an hour for free."

"Yeah, sounds great. But I have to, you know, talk to Mr Regal first," Dean said and automatically looked around in search for his master. He didn't see him. And this only made him think about someone else. "Have you already seen Livingston somewhere in here?" he asked still looking around but Antonio guessed that this question was directed at him.

"He isn't here. The moment he knew about you and William coming as well, he cancelled the party. Got unfinished business with the guy?" Antonio asked and still sounded innocently curious.

"Kinda, yeah," Dean mumbled and decided that it was time to have a decent meal now. He actually wasn't hungry and he still had Mr Regal's rules for the evening in mind, so he just took a bit of pasta on his plate with some delicious smelling sauce.

For whatever reason, Antonio didn't walk away, even though Dean just cut off two interesting subjects they could have talked about. And even weirder, he also got himself from the pasta and the sauce.

And while Dean was enjoying his pasta, he thought about a few reasons why Antonio acted this way. Maybe he was sent by Livingston. Or that was his way to promote his shop, getting new customers. Or he was here to get some gossip he could spread around about Dean and his master. Or... he was kinda interested in him.

After a few delicious bites of pasta, Dean looked at Antonio again. He decided that this guy wasn't the only one able to ask questions.

"So, you're also Italian?" he asked.

"No, I'm Swiss. Wasn't that written on your card?" Antonio answered and now he sounded slightly ironic. But Dean tried to ignore it. He had been very distant to the guy so far, so Antonio probably had every right to be more... forcefully towards him.

"I have no idea why Mr Regal didn't point out that fact," Dean said and put all his attention back to his pasta. But he still noticed that little shrug by Antonio before he answered.

"There are certainly other things more important to him. What else is written on my card though? Never seen it. Only knew that there must be one," Antonio said, now smiling. But when Dean looked at him, that smile looked all smug and cocky. And for a moment Dean thought his fists were just about to get another victim. But he didn't really know this Antonio. Maybe it was just the way he talked and went for certain things. And maybe Dean's own frustration from basically getting ignored for the most part of the latest days appeared on the surface of his mind.

Maybe it was just about time to really have some fun. Like Mr Regal himself suggested. And he didn't specifically point out the very way of fun. He didn't seem to care anyway.

So...

Dean shovelled one big bite of pasta into his mouth and then turned his full attention back to Antonio. He moved around on his chair and looked him up while he was chewing. Maybe he had just broken a few rules with that single move: eating too much, don't acting cultivated, being passively aggressive, and there were certainly a few others.

Deep down Dean wanted for Mr Regal to notice his behaviour right now.

"That you tell very bad jokes, that's written on your card," Dean started talking while there was still a bit of pasta inside of his mouth. "That you like coffee more than your best friend; that you always overdress but still tell everyone that's your normal clothes; that you don't like sweets but you die for Swiss chocolate here and there; and... that you've got big nipples."

"I told you, William is only after the most important facts. But me liking Swiss chocolate didn't make you guess that I'm actually Swiss, not Italian, Sherlock?" Antonio laughed. And he laughed even more when he noticed about Dean's cheeks that turned slightly reddish.

"Well, um, I like pasta but I'm not Italian either. It doesn't say anything about yourself, the favourite food you have," Dean said, visibly trying to hide him slightly embarrassed from Antonio's confident reply.

"Actually, pasta isn't an Italian invention. It started all in China, like many other inventions, too. But you aren't Chinese as well, I guess. So you are excused," Antonio said and chuckled.

"Is that one of your bad jokes?" Dean asked and for some reason he wasn't able to hold back his own smile.

From there on Dean felt more comfortable in Antonio's presence and more willing to really have fun. Being a servant basically all his life for money because his parents were non existent and he did have to provide for his own life very early, made him ignore his own self for the longest time. He always knew that there was another side to him than what he actually showed in public. And he always liked dressing up because that way he was able to cover what was hidden deep inside of him. Sometimes Dean was glad that he was able to hide it behind rules and the dresses. Because he hardly knew this side and therefore he was afraid of it.

But being together with Antonio right now, talking and laughing with him, having a few beers – not too many, of course – sharing longer looks without saying anything, all this made Dean feel what life really meant: being who you really are, not needing any covers to hide something from yourself or others. And he thought that he might just been afraid of this hidden self because he hardly knew it.

At some point – the party probably was at its peak with a little speech by the mayor of town, Mr Palmer – Dean was standing close to Antonio, both with the obligatory glass with champagne in hand, Dean caught Mr Regal's glance. His master was standing on the opposite side, surrounded by many people like everyone else right now. And like everyone else he listened to the speech, the mayor being right in the centre of a circle of all guests that might have been just about more than one hundred.

It certainly was a huge party but Dean couldn't miss that intense stare by Mr Regal. Maybe he had searched for him for some time but didn't find him. Maybe he didn't have much fun so far because he had begun to worry about his servant's well-being.

And now he just saw him standing there, drinking the champagne together with Cesaro of all people.

When their eyes met, Mr Regal's gaze did have something dark to them while Dean smiled at him. He even put an arm around Cesaro's shoulder, and of course this devil seemed to like it. When Dean was still sure about Mr Regal's attention, he even leaned against Cesaro and seemed to whisper something into his ear.

And Cesaro was amused. Of course he was. And Mr Regal was fuming. He instantly turned away and went to one of the big windows in the background. He obviously didn't want to make a scene. That wasn't his style. But he needed to do something. Because that certainly wasn't paying nor showing respect to his master.

– – – –

Their ride back home was like a ghost ride. The only audible sound the car produced. And later on their footsteps in the snow.

All Christmas party guests left at once and of course Dean had to say good bye to his new friend Antonio. And he made sure that Mr Regal noticed the business card that Antonio handed him over. And their quick hug.

Dean was smiling the whole ride while Mr Regal's mind was filled with all these pictures of Dean with Cesaro. Anger was burning inside of him and he didn't know how to put it out.

When Dean had closed the door behind him, Mr Regal had already taken off his boots and coat. He was feeling the gaze of his master basically burning little holes into his back until he made it in the foyer as well.

"Now, this is your first and only chance to apologize. Make it good. Because when I'm not satisfied and truly believe what you have to say about your disgraceful behaviour, you have to feel the consequences," were the first words Dean heard from Mr Regal since the party.

He sounded angry and serious and very well was it. But Dean just smiled at his master innocently and told him, "You said, I should have fun. And I had fun. I can't see anything wrong in my behaviour."

Of course him smiling clearly showed Mr Regal that he very well knew what he did wrong and that both of them will be the main talking subjects in town for the coming few days. What a nice subject during the festive season to talk about. When whole families met to take this story with them into the whole county.

At this thought Mr Regal's anger now visibly boiled over.

"What happened to you tonight?" he asked in his loudest voice that Dean ever heard from him. He still wasn't yelling at him but he usually spoke in a very soft voice. So this was alarmingly different. But still Dean wanted to know about his limits and not just that.

"Can we talk tomorrow? I mean, I really had fun and a few drinks. I'd like to have a shower and then just go to bed. I'll be there tomorrow to prepare your breakfast. You don't have to worry about that," Dean just put these words between them and waited for a reply or some other kind of answer.

But there was none. And just to add to the insult, Dean shrugged, then turned away and made his way up the stairs and headed straight to the little bathroom at the end of the floor.

Just a few minutes later Dean was standing in the shower, enjoying the warm water that was running down his body.

He still wasn't entirely into it; his mind wasn't completely locked into this tiny, steaming world. And so he clearly heard the sound of an opened and then closed door. That had been the door to the bathroom. And then the door to the shower was opened.

The water was turned off and Dean just about looked back over his shoulder. Mr Regal now wore a soft looking robe. It shimmered like silk. But his gaze was all dark.

With a fast movement Mr Regal grabbed both of the young man's wrists to press his arms against the tiles. Then his whole body followed and Dean felt the older man breathing onto his shoulders.

"You know exactly what you did wrong, boy. And you've crossed the line way too far. So we won't wait until tomorrow. You won't apologize? So you have to live with the consequences," William whispered through his teeth. At the same time he let his wrists go and his fingertips softly run down the boy's frame.

Dean had to close his eyes to concentrate on his breathing and not showing his master too much pleasure already. Now it was his whole body that pressed himself against the tiles. Dean still held up his arms in the exact same position they were just left before. So he didn't move. He just waited for some orders by Mr Regal.

But they didn't come.

They didn't come when William used some drops of water from Dean's body to caress the soft skin around his hole. They didn't come when William used two fingers to prepare him even more. And they didn't come when he entered him full length.

Dean pressed his cheeks and front body to the tiles, so William had to come even closer. Dean needed that contact. Oh, how much and intense had he wished for it the last few days. And still this here didn't feel real. It still felt like a dream. Only when William went back for his wrists with both hands to fix him there where he didn't need to get fixed, Dean knew that it really happened. His master being that animal force that slammed himself rhythmically into him, hitting some of his most sensitive nerves inside of him. It was so different to his usual behaviour. But Dean had always noticed or guessed that behind those eyes there was something else, there was something hidden – just like there was something hidden behind his own eyes. And right now it felt like this hidden something had taken over in both men.

When William filled the younger man with his hot load, he pressed hard against him. His hot breath meeting Dean's cheeks but nothing else. William still pushed forward a few times and then stayed deep inside of him when he whispered into his servant's ear, "I told you about the most important rule. And you broke it twice. You better don't break it a third time, you better don't..."

Maybe he waited for a reaction by the younger man. But Dean had still closed his eyes while he breathed in and breathed out heavily. When William finally pulled himself out, it almost happened against his own desire.

And it didn't take much longer until Dean was left alone again.

– – – –

It was long after midnight when William was still lying sleepless in his bed. Of course he wasn't able to sleep. It probably was the punishment by his mind for that hidden creature that was his mindless body. He was about to surrender to the possibility that he wouldn't get sleep the whole night when the door to his bedroom was opened, slowly and very quiet. Then the door was closed again. And William saw a shadow climbing inside his bed to lie down right next to him.

"You really want to get punished again, don't you?" William asked and his voice sounded tired.

"What for?" Dean asked and put the blanket over his own form. From the way his body sent out his warmth, William felt that the boy was completely nude.

"You know it, Dean, for entering my bedroom; for coming in here without knocking; for coming in here without waiting for me to let you in. What exactly is wrong with you today?" William asked.

"Is that your daily question for me?" Dean countered and William couldn't believe it.

"That's why you're here?" Another question. But this time Dean decided to actually answered it.

"Not just because of that," he said. "I'm here because I'm confused. You once said that sex is there to enjoy, not as some kind of punishment. And I... I enjoyed it. But there is something else. You certainly know that whores don't kiss because they don't want to make their customers believe that they enjoy it. Now, you didn't kiss me. You just fucked me like it was business. But still you did say, you wouldn't punish me with sex. That's why I'm confused."

There was silence between both men until Dean felt one of William's hands slowly and softly touching his cheek.

"I'm sorry, Dean. I didn't want to make you feel like a whore," William said and his words were barely a whisper.

"You can still make up for it," Dean whispered back. But he didn't want to wait. So he leaned down on William for a kiss that went longer and deeper and more intense than originally planned. Because William didn't want to break it the moment he had closed both of his arms around Dean's nude body.

So it was Dean who finally broke the kiss. William wanted to say something but the boy put a finger over his mouth, waited a moment and then started to kiss his way from William's cheek over his chest down to his pelvis. And the moment Dean reached for his final target, William knew that he would probably sleep like a baby when this was over.

And that's the end to this chapter. Back to you in hope for some reviews and opinions. As you should know already, I appreciate every single one of them!