Though he wasn't exactly sure why Dean seemed so confident, it really made himself feel better. Dean hadn't even balked when he had held his hand out in public. He was frankly astonished when he felt a kiss on the cheek. When he had broken down, Dean had also done the same. To top it all off, he knew Dean wanted to help his mom for more than just to keep him happy, but because she was a good person and cared for her greatly as well. He had a feeling Dean knew something important about how to help her, but refused to say what it was. Figuring Dean was still unsure himself, he wasn't going to give their hopes up.
Dean's calmness washed over him, and he automatically felt much better and his mood had risen to almost as good as it was before the visit. For the first time in hours, he was feeling a bit frisky. Hearing a loud rumbling sound, he peered down at his stomach. He had not realized how hungry he was. From the driver's seat he heard Dean chuckle. Looking over at him, he found Dean smiling at him as an identical sound erupted from his stomach.
"Where you want to go bud?" asked Dean light heartidly.
"I want to go some place I haven't been before...how about Diggler's?"he asked with a smirk.
Dean snorted and looked over fondly.
"Ben..."he chuckled, knowing that Diggler's was the male version of Hooters.
"I'm kidding!"he burst out laughing. It hurt his cheeks as they stretched widely for the first time in hours.
Dean smiled sweetly at him, reaching out his hand and grabbing his own.
"Have you ever had alligator?"Dean asked, quickly glancing at him.
"No! That's gross!"he exclaimed, shocked.
"It's not gross, it tastes some where between fish and chicken."Dean explained calmly.
He loved chicken and fish, so he was tempted, yet skeptical.
"Where do we find that to eat?"he wondered allowed.
"At Outback Steakhouse and Grill." Dean announced loudly and with a great deal of enthusiasm.
"That Australian place?" he inquired thinking about how hot it was to hear guys using that kind of accent.
"Bingo."he said.
Amused, Ben looked around and seen absolutely no other cars on the road. At the same time, he discovered he needed to pee.
"How far is it from here?"he asked feeling a bit nervous now that his attention was focused on his bladder.
"About 15 minutes."he answered. Grimacing, he bounced a bit on the seat.
"What's wrong?"Dean asked, looking over concerned.
"Gotta pee."he said.
Nodding, Dean scanned the road ahead. Seeing a group of trees coming up, Dean began to slow and pull over. As he came to a stop, he unbuckled the seat belt and opened the door. Jumping out of the truck, he ran to the grouping of trees. Relieved, he jogs back to the truck and hops in. He scoots over to sit in the middle so he's right next to Dean. Buckling up, they continue on their way to dinner, the whole time he's holding onto Dean's large hand. Ahead, he can make out the big steak house sign, and he just remembers that Dean had said something to him when they first truck.
"Dean?" he asks, hoping he wasn't just imagining things.
"Yes, Ben?" Dean asks, glancing over.
"What did you say right before we left the parking lot?"he asks shakily.
Dean stays silent as they finding an open space to park near the restaurant. Sighing, he supposed he had been just dreaming. Looking to the side, he tries not to feel hurt. Finally they find a spot, though it's not as close as he would have liked. Unbuckling his seat belt, he opens the door and slides out. With the door closed, he faces away from Dean and let's a single tear fall. Taking a few breaths, he turns to head into the restaurant. He's startled as he bumps right into Dean, who had snuck behind him so quickly and quietly he hadn't noticed.
"Ben, I love you."he whispers. Leaning down, Dean kisses his forehead and brings him in close.
"I love you so much."he repeats, this time his lips are only a fraction of an inch away from his ear.
Dean wraps his arms around him tightly, and once more leans down to kiss his forehead. His mind is a complete blank, shocked at the new revelation. Heat is creeping up his neck as the reality starts to sink in. He finds himself starting to shake with emotion. Dean steps back and looks down, and he finally takes a big gulp of night air and glances up at him. Smiling, Dean leans in and captures his lips, first softly that quickly grows in intensity until it feels as if Dean's tongue is determined to memorize not just his mouth but his throat. His senses finally come back to him and he adds his own passion. Their breathing becomes labored, but just as he's wondering if they should do anything fun, a loud rumble booms into the silence. It seems his stomach is determined to get fed, actual food.
"Let's get inside and get us something to eat bud."Dean chuckles, reaching his hand out, as if to grasp his own. After a moment he stops and looks around, then smiles down at him sadly. Understanding, he nodded up to Dean, indicating he understood. They start walking to the entrance and Ben notices the large crowd standing at the door.
"Great, how long are we going to have to wait"he looks up at Dean.
"We're not."he grinned, pointing at the door to the side. He looked above the door at a sign that said "Reservations"
"How did you get us one?"he asked astonished.
"While you were taking a leak."he chuckled. His words were a bit loud as a couple of guys in the main line glanced over at them. He felt his cheeks getting hot from embarrassment.
"Sorry Ben." Dean said, trying to sound genuinely regretful, but ruining the effect when his lips twitched into a smirk. Ben was somewhere between mortified and amused. As they entered the doors, he lightly elbowed Dean in the side. Luckily, he heard a chuckle so at least he wasn't mad. Once inside, they stood at a podium looking around. There was what looked like a college age guy with jet black hair wearing khaki slacks. Smiling the guy waited for Dean to address him. Nodding the guy called another college age guy over.
"G'day mates!"said the waiter approaching. Red haired with light colored skin with a few freckles, but not so many that he looked tan. Wearing light colored khaki shorts with a white short sleeve shirt and a name badge indicating his name was "Paul". He gestured them to follow. Ben couldn't help but stare at the waiter's ass, noticing it was almost perfect.
"Not bad, huh?"Dean whispered to him, smirking. Feeling his ears go warm, he tried to ignore him. Dean didn't know that he had a huge thing for red heads. They were seated at a table off to the right, in an area that overlooked an indoor swamp. This took his mind off the hunky waiter and he stared down and saw a submerged alligator in the deepest part. Peering closer, he didn't think it was real until it came up for air, then slowly sunk back down.
"That bloke down there's called Charlie."said the waiter, making him jump.
"Jesus."he cried, surprised. Dean chuckled at him from across the table.
"Sorry mate." said the waiter, looking genuine.
"That's OK." he replied looking up at him. He was really liking the accent.
"Well, here's the menu, and what would you two like to drink?"he asked politely.
He sat there and tried to decide what he wanted but wasn't sure. Dean, who had been to this kind of a restaurant before and knew exactly what he wanted. So, Ben decided to get little portions. Dean grudgingly said he could even have some of his alligator tail if he wanted, though he seriously doubted he would like it. The waiter came back and told them it would be at least fifteen minutes before their order was ready. Ben found himself staring down at the alligator, which was something he had only ever seen in movies.
Feeling a tug from below, he glanced down and noticed a foot was in his crotch. Looking up, he found Dean smirking at him, and he knew he was waiting for this. Turning his head, Dean looked around at the almost abandoned seating area. As he looked back at Ben, he was smirking and wriggled his eyebrows. Just that small eyebrow movement and he felt himself become hard almost at once. Scooting his chair a bit, Dean cocked his head sideways. Figuring he was asking for permission, he gave a shaky nod. Glancing around himself, he scooted closer to Dean, already feeling a hand reaching over and unzipping his pants.
He shuddered as Dean's large hand reached into his pants and pulled his now completely hard cock through the opening. His thumb pressed lightly on the head before digging into the slit. Dean's middle fingers reached back down into his pants and began to rub and message his nuts. He was so hard, and Dean's hand felt so good as it wrapped tightly around his shaft. Working it slowly, Dean was thorough and twisted up at the end, teasing out the sensation. His movements slowed enough that Ben felt the pleasure lessen. Looking over at Dean, he pouted. Smirking, Dean glanced around and once he was sure they were alone, he slid off his chair.
Ben felt his heart rate rise, as well as feeling heat beginning to creep up his chest. Determined not to give anything away, he stared forward, making sure the coast was clear. Feeling his hips being pulled down a bit, he felt Dean's hot breath blow down on his hard shaft. Biting his lower lip, he waited as the air around his dick turned hot. Without warning, he felt the heat dissipating and then a wonderful hot wetness wrapped around the head of his cock. Dean's tongue pressed into the slit briefly before swirling around the shaft. He was thankful there was a table cloth hiding Dean below as he looked up.
The waiter was carrying a large tray with a stand hooked over his shoulder. Not daring to move, he smiled as the waiter lowered the stand to the floor and began to place the tray down. Below, he felt Dean's tongue make it's way underneath his balls, and he let loose a small moan of pleasure. The waiter paused and looked at him as he let out another as Dean licked his way back up his shaft. Biting his lip, he felt his face turning red. Taking a half step back, the waiter leaned to the side and noticed Dean's shoes barely sticking out from under the table cloth. Straightening, the waiter looked him up and down and raised an eyebrow.
It was obvious to the guy what was going on. Dean still had no idea that they had been caught, for he pushed his chair back a tiny bit. His lips still firmly wrapped around the glands, his hand began increasing the speed up and down on the shaft of his cock. In front of Ben, the waiter was staring, his ears starting to turn red. He was so scared the waiter was about to bust them, that when all he did was wink, he lost it. Closing his eyes, he reached down and placed his hand to the back of Dean's hovering head, as he came. Shuddering and shaking, his cum shot into Dean's hot mouth, some even hitting the back of his throat. Letting out a whimper, he looked up and groaned as he felt the last bit exit his spent dick.
The waiter smiled again and winked, and headed off back to the main seating area, though not before he adjusted his dick through his khakis. Below, he felt Dean slurping rather loudly before scooting back. Pausing, Ben looked down and watched Dean zip him up. With a wink, he re-emerged from under the table. Before getting back to his seat, he reached up and picked up his glass and taking a long swig. With a sigh, Dean placed his glass back onto the table and with a grunt, hefted himself back into his seat. Smiling at him, he glanced at the table and then at the stand with their orders on it. Mouth falling open, he stared back at him in utter disbelief. Ben snorted and laughed as Dean turned his head and looked over to the right where the rest of the seating was.
After the shock wore off, they both got down to eating.
"So, you're telling me the guy smiled and winked?"Dean asked incredulously.
"Yes. He even adjusted himself."he replied, taking another piece from Dean's alligator tail. He hated to admit it, but it was awesome.
"Adjusted himself?"Dean asked, glaring at his hand with the alligator tail in it.
"He was adjusting his dick, it was starting to become obvious that he was getting hard."he smiled as he popped the piece of meat in his mouth.
Dean's face started to turn red and he glanced toward where the waiter was getting an order from another table. Ben promptly reached over and tapped his hand. Turning his head back, Dean frowned at him. After a few moments, his face softened and he sighed. Nodding he smiled back and went back to eating. Soon, Paul came over and asked about desert, glancing at Dean out of the corner of his eye. All Ben could do was grin as Dean gave him a desert order, and watched as Paul headed back toward the kitchen. Ben watched Dean's eyes as they took in the sight of the waiter's ass and a small smile appeared across his face. Ben laughed, making Dean look over with a raised eyebrow.
"Saw you looking at his ass."he chuckled, loving how Dean suddenly looked embarrassed. His ears turned a tad pinker, and he wouldn't meet his eye. It was clear Dean hadn't been used to being caught staring. Looking up he grinned at Ben reluctantly, and reach down and squeeze his knee in a way that tickled him. Sighing, they sat in silence, holding hands under the table. Ben still found it fun to watch the alligator in the swamp below, while Dean liked watching the different customers.
"Aha!"Dean exclaimed, making him turn and watch as the waiter with the desert approach.
"Here ya boyo's" announced Paul, setting down a tray with their large Chocolate Thunder From Down Under. A huge chocolate brownie with two huge scoops of vanilla ice cream. A large amount of whipped cream with hot fudge running down all sides. Dean thanked the waiter, who looked pleased. Ben felt his mouth begin to salivate, and looked up at Dean. Eye's huge, he had totally forgotten the waiter was right next to them.
"It looks almost better than your uncut cock Dean."Ben exclaimed, so focused on the sight in front of him. he didn't bother to lower his voice.
"Ben!"Dean gasped,mortified, glancing to the side.
Turning in question, he met Paul's blue eyes, and felt his stomach drop. Ears on fire, he looked down at his lap, ashamed.
After what seemed like an eternity, he glanced up and gave Dean the saddest face he could think up, and then looked over at the waiter and apologized. Dean didn't look made, or upset, mostly just shocked and dumb founded. The waiter looked at him, his own ears red, and then looked around before giving a small understanding smile. Ben let out a huge breath of air he hadn't realized he was still holding in.
"Don't worry about it mate."Paul said kindly, and turned and walked away as Dean handed him his credit card for the bill.
"I'm sorry Dean."he whispered, fearing had the situation been different, everything could have been ruined. He felt Dean grab onto his chin and tried to lift it, but he scooted back so he wouldn't have to look into his eyes.
"It was an accident, Ben."Dean whispered warmly.
Still, he shook his head and sat furious with himself.
"Listen to me,"Dean said, his tone switching to a serious edge.
Finally he looked up and stared into Dean's green eyes.
"I think if the situation had been different, your mind would have unconsciously stopped you from saying something like that. Since you knew the waiter had already found out how we are with each other, your caution wasn't needed. Though,"he paused and his lips twitched as if holding back a smirk."you need to be more careful in the future."he finished warmly.
His hand still holding his chin, Ben scooted closer and calmed down, feeling better. Dean nodded approvingly and handed him a fork and they dug into the desert. By the time, it was gone, they were both stuffed and ready to get home. Ben glanced up at a wall clock and discovered it was well past nine o clock. Getting up from the table, they stretched and headed to the bathroom. There were a couple of guys already in there so Ben couldn't get frisky. After they were through, the made there back to the truck. Opening the doors, they slide inside and sat for a minute, feeling content enough to not have to say any words. Scooting over, Ben stretched his neck and turned Dean's head. Facing one another, they kissed hard, groping each other for a few moments before they both seemed to lose energy. Sighing, Ben sat back down as Dean started the engine.
The day had been too long, so long that it seemed he could not remember a day that even compared to this. His emotions had been everywhere today, as if on a roller coaster. He had cried, laughed, moaned, groaned, and talked all day. Dean had comforted him and multiple ways and best of all, had declared his love to him. Smiling warmly, Ben leaned against Dean's warm body and slowly found himself laying on the seat, totally spent and worn out. Dean chuckled as his hand cupped his face and finally began rubbing his back. Just as he was drifting off, he realized he hadn't done something he should have done earlier in the day.
"I love you too,Dean."he whispered warmly and sleepily. Above him, Dean hummed and smiled down. Matching his smile, he feel asleep and Dean once more began rubbing his back with his large hand.
***is this getting a bit too sappy? It seems if I were the one who wrote this, this would be extremely lovey dovie and would be turned off. I hope this isn't the case for anyone else. Next chapter there will be more smut...so stay tuned***