All I Wanna Do Is Make Love To You
(A/N)
This story is based on the song "All I Wanna Do Is Make Love To You" by Heart. As you can see I used the song title also as the title of my story. The ending of the story is dirfferent than story in the song.
The idea for this story came to my mind on a Sunday morning when I listened to said song and went through my gallery on my phone. I found a collage which I made a while ago. In the picture were Jensen as Dean from the episode where he timetraveled back to the 40's and Misha as Elliot Ness from the series Timeless which was placed in the 30's. So it's kinda mixed but I hope you can forgive me for that.
So - enough talking, more reading. Enjoy the story! Also a HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!
(tags)
Destiel; Destiel AU; Dean Winchester; Castiel; Lisa Braeden (mentioned); One Night Stand; More Than A One Night Stand; Chicago AU; Kissing; Strangers to Lovers; Rainy and Stormy Night; Dean helps Castiel; Castiel helps Dean; Neck Kissing; Quiet Sex; Bottom Castiel/Top Dean (at first); Top Castiel/Bottom Dean (for the second time); Gentle Kissing; Gentle Sex; Tender Sex; Making Love; Dean is engaged; Wedding doesn't happen (for reasons); Dean and Cas meet again; Songfic; based on a sad song; Happy Ending; Open to Interpretation; published without a beta
It was a very rainy evening as Dean drove slowly down the road. He had to drive slowly, because otherwise he would run the risk of slipping away on the road.
There was almost nothing going on, only occasionally another car came towards him. But they were also only on the way to come quickly home. The sidewalks were swept as empty, only in one or two pubs still burned light. But also here nobody was inside except for the bartender.
The lights on the street flickered or did not go on at all. It was really eerie in parts. No lights, big dark houses with dark windows that looked like lurking monsters, and on top of that the rain getting heavier and heavier.
Dean drove slowly towards an intersection, the traffic lights were out and actually no car had been coming towards him for a few minutes, but he still wanted to be safe. Arriving at the intersection, he stopped and looked around once. Actually, he had to continue straight ahead, but he turned right.
He drove on slowly and then looked to the right and yes, he was not mistaken despite the waterfalls on the side window. There was someone standing there. Dean knew that such encounters could be quite dangerous. Nevertheless, he pulled over and rolled down the passenger side window. A rather unwise idea, as the rain was now whipping inside the car.
"Hello," Dean spoke to the person. It was a young man with his head down and his hat pulled low on his face. He was, of course, completely soaked and it almost looked as if he had fallen asleep. "I hope it's not one of those street boys," Dean thought. Then he leaned over to the window a little further, the rain now hitting his face as well. "Hi, sorry, is there anything I can do to help?"
The young man looked up, but since it was very dark, Dean couldn't see much else.
"Hi. Maybe, but I don't know."
"Huh, okay. Do you live around here somewhere, do you want me to drive you home?"
"I don't know. I don't know where I am?!"
"What?" Dean looked at the young man. Even though his next question might be fatal (after all, one heard all sorts of stories of strangers getting into cars and the driver, car, and passengers never being seen again), he asked it anyway. "Wouldn't you rather get in? That should be better for a start than standing there in the rain, right?"
The young man gave a short laugh. "I suppose that's true, thank you. It's very kind of you." Then he opened the door, got in, closed the door and rolled up the window again. You could tell they were both extremely insecure. One because he had let someone strange get in, the other because he had gotten in the car with someone strange. Dean cleared his throat nervously, and the young man turned to him.
"Where am I?" he asked. Dean glanced at him. But since the street was still unlit, he couldn't make out anything except the slight reflection of the headlights on the man's face. The shadows promised nothing unpleasant.
"You honestly don't know where you are?"
"No," came back the reply.
"This is Chicago on a rainy evening."
"Oh-"
"How can it be that you're here but you don't know where?" Dean looked at the other man.
"My friends and I were driving around the countryside. It was one of them's bachelor party. We were playing some stupid game, then I answered something wrong and had to get out as punishment. They said they would drive around the block once and then pick me up again. After about two hours I gave up hope. I was about to fall asleep, but then you stopped."
"Those are some friends, man." Dean shook his head and looked back at the road. "Why didn't you go looking for a hotel? Instead, just stood there?" Dean's passenger didn't answer, so Dean turned to the side. He saw that the other man had turned toward him. In the darkness he could only guess, the man seemed to be eyeing him. Then a car came toward them and for the first time Dean could see him.
"Holy sh-" Dean almost slipped off the steering wheel with one hand. The young man looked forbidden. Fine but angular features, a beautiful nose, a shapely mouth and eyes flashing blue on briefly made the man's face perfect. That one smiled briefly and looked out the window again. Dean looked out as well, trying to get the emotions that were riding a roller coaster inside him back under control. During his time at the university he had given in to these feelings, but now he was engaged to his Lisa and they would soon be married. And yes, even now, men (and their bodies) still had a certain appeal to him, but what had just happened hadn't happened in a long time.
"To be honest," the other man began, "I don't know if these men are really my friends either. In the past, in college, maybe they were, but whether they are now..." He left it at that, and seemed to think for a moment. "There are places and circles where I really feel comfortable, but where it would mean trouble if it got out. The fact that they ditched me is probably just because I'm still as shy as I was in college. With the other thing, I was always overprotective. I couldn't let anyone know that."
Dean continued to look at the road. His pulse was racing and he had begun to sweat slightly. What the hell was wrong with him?
"I need to get rid of him before I do something really stupid," Dean thought. "And why is he telling me all this? Overprotective, my ass." He cleared his throat and held the steering wheel a little tighter.
"Yeah, like I said, great friends you got there." Then he did look back at his passenger and saw that he was eyeing him again, too. "So what do we do now?" asked Dean. "I can't very well drive all night, and I have to get home sometime." He gave a short laugh. "But I don't want to put you on the road either."
"You tell me," came back the reply. Did it just seem that way to Dean, or had the man's voice just sounded quieter and a little deeper than before?
"What do you say," Dean began, shaking his head briefly at his previous thought, "I drive you to a hotel from which you can take a train or a cab back to where you're living tomorrow?"
"That sounds reasonable, thank you. I'd be happy to pay you something for your trouble." The man laughed. "I still have a little cash, although I'd have to dry it first." Dean grinned. His heartbeat quickened again, for the man's laugh was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard.
"You don't have to pay anything, better save it for your way back." Then he became serious again. "Above all, you'd better get out of that wet clothes as soon as possible. You'll catch your death if you don't. I should have gotten you to a hotel much sooner." He'd said the last part a little more quietly, almost as if he were angry with himself.
"It's okay. I've enjoyed the ride. Things don't always go as relaxed as they did tonight."
Something inside Dean tightened uncomfortably as he heard the words. "Do you do this sort of thing often?" Good God, what was wrong with him. He had sounded almost jealous. But he didn't even know the man...
But he seemed to take it calmly and laughed. "No, of course not. I hope I didn't leave that impression. I was just referring to stories that are told or that you can read."
"Ah, all right. Sorry for my question."
"No need to worry."
Dean turned into the parking lot of the hotel they had reached by now. They got out and just as they closed the doors, there was a bright flash of lightning nearby and shortly thereafter a loud thunder was heard. Great, now it was thundering too. They should hurry, then Dean could leave right away before it got any worse.
They walked the short distance to the entrance of the hotel and then entered. The older lady at the reception desk had her head propped up on her hands and was about to fall asleep. She had probably not expected any more guests. Dean and his companion approached the counter.
"Good evening," Dean greeted the lady and the young man next to him smiled.
"Good evening. A room for two or two singles? And how long are you staying?"
Dean, who had turned to the young man, couldn't get a sound out. The man looked a thousand times better now. He had also taken off his hat and his hair consisted of wild curls that now stuck out in all directions in their wet state. "Heavens to Betsy," Dean thought. "Where's the snake? Surely this can only be the seduction in paradise..."
"Just a room for me please for tonight. The speechless man here beside me was only kind enough to bring me here. He'll be leaving in a moment." Dean's companion smiled at the lady.
"Oh, I wouldn't recommend that. There are still storm gusts expected." Then she turned to Dean. "Do you understand, young man? I can't force you to stay here, of course, but it would be recommended."
"Ehm-" Dean looked at his companion. His expression was neutral, but his eyes glittered as if he hoped Dean would stay. Dean was torn. Many thoughts were running through his head. He was also pretty sure what would happen if he agreed and stayed. Of course, if he got the signals right. Something inside him clicked and he looked at the lady.
"All right, I'll stay. A room for two please." The lady smiled and handed Dean the key.
"Up the stairs, second room on the right. Breakfast is at nine and if any towels are still needed, please let me know. Otherwise - good night, gentlemen." Dean and the other man nodded their thanks and walked away toward the stairs.
On the way up, Dean walked behind the young man. He had decided to stay, of his own free will, yet now the doubts came up again. He was engaged and would now share a room with a man and, if one could believe the looks of the young man in front of him, also a bed.
They had arrived in the meantime before the room and the young man turned to him. Dean, lost in thought, almost ran into him, stopped. They were only a few inches apart, eyeing each other. The young man looked Dean in the eye again, almost as if he perceived that turmoil, then took a step back.
"I'm Cas," he said, holding out his hand to Dean. Dean smiled and took the hand. It was warm and decidedly soft for a man's hand. He held it tightly, though it was getting too long for a normal handshake. Cas didn't seem to mind, though. "What's the big deal," Dean thought, "spend another night in sin... Tomorrow Cas goes back and I go to Lisa's. Then everything will be as before and no one will get hurt." He squeezed Cas' hand a little tighter. "I'm Dean," he then replied.
Then they let go and Cas, who had taken the key from him whenever, unlocked the door.
"Thanks," Dean muttered, his gaze lowered. Cas had heard and lifted Dean's chin.
"For what?" he asked.
"For telling me your name." Cas put his hand to Dean's cheek. "I can't do that with strangers. Even if we don't know each other at all, at least I know your name. That puts my mind at ease." Dean smiled apologetically and Cas stroked Dean's temple with his finger.
"Me too," he said as quietly as Dean had just spoken.
"But for now, let's get in the room before someone here sees us like this." Dean didn't think anyone would come by here now, but better they didn't take any chances.
Once in the room, Cas put his hat and jacket on the left of the two beds and turned on the light. Dean watched him and then put his hat on the dresser next to the door. Cas seemed to have a very well trained body, at least it gave the impression. Strong arms and a firm upper body he should have, at least he thought so after looking at Cas' shirt and vest.
As Cas approached him now, Dean began to hum inwardly. At least, that's what it felt like. Whatever had made him doubt until just now had been blown away. He just wanted to be held by strong arms and lose himself in the feeling of having a male body under him.
Holding him by the arm, Cas pulled him out of the doorway, closed the door, turned the key and leaned against the door. He pulled Dean with him until he bumped into him with a little shove. Cas let go of his arm and put his arms over Dean's shoulders. Then he looked Dean in the eye.
Dean put his hands on Cas's hips and looked at Cas. Cas didn't hesitate and pulled Dean toward him. Just before their mouths touched, Dean spoke.
"Why did you tell me about your circles in the car earlier? That wasn't very careful. I could have been someone else, after all."
"That's right. But you're not." He came even closer and now their lips touched a little. "And shall I tell you how I knew?" whispered Cas. Each word spoken made their lips meet in a different way.
Dean's breath caught in his throat. He felt like a taut bow about to be shot. He felt warm, too, and moved a little closer. Their first kiss was simply lips on top of each other, without any movement. Then Dean pulled back minimally.
"Yes, please tell me," Dean said hoarsely.
"Mmm, well, all right," Cas replied softly. But then said nothing, but repeated Dean's movement. Only he let their lips meet with more pressure. Then he pulled back again.
Cas pulled Dean toward him so that their bodies touched from chest to thigh.
"I could tell by your body." Cas was the one with the husky voice now. "First it was your hand that slipped off the steering wheel." Cas pressed his left hip a little harder against Dean's hand. "Then it was the vein on your temple that came out a little harder." He pressed a kiss to Dean's temple, then looked at him again. "Then the words you were going to say but didn't." He kissed him gently on the mouth. "Do you want me to go on?"
"Yes, please," Dean replied tonelessly.
"Good, then it was your pulse that quickened. I could see it throbbing clearly." He kissed the spot between Dean's jaw and neck, where the main artery sat. Then he took his arms from Dean's shoulders and cupped his face. "And finally, it were your eyes. Your pupils that suddenly dilated." He pulled Dean's face toward him and kissed Dean's now-closed eyes. Dean took a shaky breath in and out and increased the pressure of his hands on Cas' hips.
"What are you doing, Cas?"
"Me? I'm telling you nice things, I'm telling you things you love to hear. Right, Dean?"
"Yeah, yes. I like that very much. I would love to-" Dean stopped.
"What would you love to? Would you like to do something?" Cas asked.
"Yes, I would like to do something." Dean whispered before he held his breath. Cas looked into his eyes, his arms around Dean's neck again.
"What is it, Dean?" Cas murmured against Dean's lips.
"I wanna make love to you, Cas."
"Oh, Dean..." Cas sounded like he was dreaming and closed the gap.
Now they were really kissing, after a while they opened their mouths wider and let their tongues dance with each other. Cas moaned softly and Dean responded with a similar sound. Then he broke away from Cas' lips and looked at him.
"It's been years since I've been with someone like this. Well, I mean with a man."
"Oh, well then it's time for some new memories. "Cas pushed away from the door and pushed Dean toward the right bed. While their arms disengaged from each other, their mouths did not. In the process, they also stripped as far as they could. Dean's jacket, shirt, Cas vest and shirt followed. They detached completely from each other and looked at each other, dressed in pants and undershirts. Mouths slightly open, breathing a little harder, cheeks slightly flushed.
Cas moved first. He took off his undershirt, opened his pants, bent down to take off his shoes, then took off his pants as well. His socks followed, then he crawled onto the bed and lay down. He was lying on his stomach with his head turned so he could see Dean out of the corner of his eye. Dean was still standing with his back to the bed.
"Dean, now come on. It's getting cold in here." He had said the last in a very whiny voice. In jest, of course, but it seemed to work. Dean undressed in a flash and then lay down next to Cas. He looked at him and stroked Cas' eyebrow with his finger. Then he moved a little closer and kissed him.
The kiss was light, yet passionate. Dean pulled back and smiled. Cas, watching him, frowned slightly.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Oh, you know," Dean began, "I've only ever had one guy who actually wanted to do it slow. Other than that, it's always just been fast and sneaky. It's not like you're alone for very long in college."
"I know," Cas replied. "But I actually like it better slow. You can be much more attentive and responsive to your partner. Plus I love it, I mean the feeling of slowly approaching the finishing line. If you know what I mean?"
Dean looked at him. Cas was still lying on his stomach and he was still lying on his side. Dean let his hand wander over Cas' back. Cas closed his eyes and smiled.
"I know what you mean. But as I hinted, I've never really been lucky enough to find a partner like that."
"It's actually not that hard," Cas said softly. "You want me to tell you something?! The easiest way to find your way into the game is with a massage. Just keep an eye out-"
Cas straightened up and gestured for Dean to lie on his stomach. Then he got up and went into the adjoining bathroom. After a bit of searching, he found the small metal box. He crawled back onto the bed, opened the can and smeared some Vaseline on his hands. While he let the grease warm up, he sat on Dean's thigh. The fact that this put him very close to Dean, he ignored for the moment.
He put his hands on Dean's shoulders and squeezed. Not too hard but still firm. He seemed to have found the right spots, because when his thumbs started the circular movements, Dean groaned quite loudly. Startled and with red cheeks he turned his head into the pillow to muffle any further noise. Neither of them said anything, only Dean could be heard softly from time to time.
When his shoulders and neck were reasonably relaxed, Cas continued massaging at Dean's back. The further down he got, the faster Dean began to breathe. Cas slid down further as well, pulling Dean's underpants with him as he did so, and then right off. Then he put his hands on Dean's butt cheeks.
"Is that okay?" he asked softly, and Dean nodded. Cas began to massage. A tremor ran through Dean's body and he moaned. Cas grinned.
"Ugh," Dean made and turned around. Cas rose a little so Dean wouldn't twist his legs in the process. Looking down at Dean now, he was speechless again. Dean was beautiful. Slightly tousled hair from the movement of his head on the pillow, flushed cheeks, slightly open mouth through which he was breathing a little harder, and very dilated pupils. Cas swallowed and let his hands wander reverently from Dean's stomach to his ribs to his collarbone, without applying any pressure. Reaching his shoulders, he caressed Dean's arms before Dean pulled him down to him. They kissed. Then Dean spun them around so that he was on top again. His erection, already evident, pressed against Cas's semi-hardness. A little impatiently, Dean tugged at Cas' underpants and he quickly lifted his pelvis so they could pull them off. They got their legs a little tangled, but were able to quickly fix that problem and just a moment later Dean was lying between Cas's spread legs.
They rubbed their hips together and Cas wiped his still greasy hands in the sheet before wrapping his arms around Dean's torso and pulling him down. Dean, who had been propped up until then, his arms buckled away. Cas made a happy sound and lifted his mouth to Dean's ear.
"If," he began, then swallowed, clicking, as their hips continued to move. "If, I want to feel all of you, Dean."
"Cas-," Dean murmured, pressing their mouths together again. As if by magic, their lips opened after a brief moment and their tongues touched again as well. They both exhaled audibly. Cas grabbed both of their hard members with one hand, with the other he pressed Dean even tighter against him. Both moaned, but immediately screwed up their faces in panic. It had been pretty loud and they both knew that men like them couldn't exceed a certain volume if they didn't want to draw attention to themselves.
"We need to keep it down," Cas whispered, and Dean nodded. "To your right is the Vaseline, Dean. Please-" Dean reached for the can and Cas let go of them both. Dean put some Vaseline on one finger and stroked it over Cas's anus. Then he gently penetrated with one finger. His other hand Dean put on Cas's hip and that's what Cas was reaching for now. Dean looked up and saw Cas's panicked expression.
"Cas?" asked Dean, startled, and began to slowly pull the finger back out.
"No, please don't," Cas begged, and Dean paused. "Just be careful, please. I've only ever done it that way with myself."
"Oh," Dean replied. His heart was beating twice as fast with excitement. He did pull his finger out now, but immediately reassured Cas. "I have an idea."
He lay on his side and turned Cas so they were looking at each other. Then he put Cas' leg over his and took some new Vaseline. He stroked it again first, then pushed in again. Cas's mouth dropped open and Dean smiled.
"Better?" asked Dean. Cas nodded and looked at him.
Dean pulled the finger out after a few back-and-forth motions and then inserted two. Cas tensed but Dean gave him a kiss on the tip of his nose.
"Relax, Cas. I'm not going to hurt you." Cas nodded and after a while he relaxed too and Dean was able to move his fingers. When he noticed that his lover was ready, he inserted a third finger with it. Cas's eyes snapped open.
"Holy sh-" Before the sigh could escape too loudly, Cas pressed their mouths together. Briefly, their tongues explored their mouths again. "Nngh, Dean. Please." Cas literally gasped against Dean's lips. To make it clear he was ready, he pressed against Dean's fingers.
Dean gently pulled his fingers out. Then he gestured for Cas to turn onto his stomach. He did as instructed and Dean applied vaseline to his still hard member. He knew all too well how much it could hurt otherwise. Dean took a hissing breath as he touched himself. What he didn't have to tell Cas was that seeing Cas like this had aroused him immensely. Cas - giving himself over completely to the feelings.
He stroked Cas's cheek.
"Are you ready?" asked Dean.
"Yes," Cas replied in a slightly clenched voice.
"Okay," Dean murmured right next to his ear. Cas hadn't noticed that he was leaning over him, propping himself up next to his head. "And remember to relax."
"Mmh," was all that came from Cas, and Dean slowly pushed in with the tip. Immediately Cas tensed up.
"Cas. Please," Dean begged a little breathlessly. He put his lips around Cas's earlobe and bit gently. Cas moaned softly and actually relaxed gradually, partly as Dean let go of his ear and, kissing, moved toward Cas's shoulder and bit lightly. Where neck and shoulder met. Dean slowly slid further in. They both sighed when Dean had fully bottomed out. Dean didn't move so Cas could get used to it. The effort made him shiver. Then Cas pushed his hips back a little and Dean exhaled in relief.
Dean pulled back a little and then slowly pushed in again. He couldn't hold on any longer and sank down on Cas. The exertion of the slow movements had made them both start to sweat. Dean was now lying completely on top of Cas. Cas had his head turned to the side, his mouth was open, his eyes were closed. Dean continued to move his hips slowly back and forth. Cas had his legs closed, which made it feel even tighter for both of them. Cas, who by now had rested his arms above his head on the pillow, reached back and pulled first one and then the other of Dean's hands with him. He intertwined their fingers and turned his head a little more to the side.
"If you only knew how beautiful you look," Dean whispered in Cas' ear. Cas moaned softly before answering.
"And if you only knew how good it feels to have you around me, on me, and inside me."
"Ugh, Cas," Dean moaned. He could feel the sweat running down his temples now. Cas was feeling much the same way. Plus, Cas had pushed his hips up so high that Dean was pushing in even deeper with each thrust. They could no longer suppress the moans, yet they tried to be as quiet as possible.
"Kiss me," Cas begged, and Dean did. But since their mouths weren't really on each other, they were really just taking in each other's sounds.
Just the thought that they could share something so personal, that is, the sounds and breaths their lovemaking produced inside each other, and when they closed their mouths, it was locked inside them forever, the thought made them feel even closer to climax. Dean noticed how Cas tunnel was contracting more frequently and more tightly. That made his movements become erratic as well.
Two, maybe three minutes later, Cas raised his pelvis a bit higher and Dean thrust in one last time. Then they both came, with each other's name on their lips.
They stayed like that for quite a while, only Dean had pulled his cock out. He didn't want to cause Cas any unnecessary pain. At some point they turned on their sides, Dean with his arms around Cas. Cas turned his head and Dean propped himself up. Tired but happy, they smiled at each other.
"Thank you, Dean," Cas said softly. Dean leaned down and kissed him gently, and this time, properly, on the mouth. Then they lay down and Cas turned out the light.
Five years later
It was a very rainy evening when Dean was driving down the road. He had to drive slowly because otherwise he would run the risk of slipping away on the road. Only occasionally cars came towards him. Otherwise nothing was going on. Even the street lights were going crazy. When weather like this hit Chicago, Dean couldn't help but think of that one night five years ago.
And as if someone was trying to pull his leg, the road he usually took was closed. He was now driving down the road he had used then. In his dreams, too, he sometimes drove to that intersection, only each time the dream took a different ending than it had really ended then.
He had woken up alone in the morning and, upon leaving the hotel, had been handed a letter and told that the room had been paid for. Confused, he had wished the elderly lady all the best and had left. In the car, he had opened the letter.
Dean, my dear. Thank you so much for everything. I will never forget you and this breathtaking experience. Farewell and don't look for me. Cas
Dean had known it had been a one-time thing, yet it had made him kind of sad. Then, when he had gotten home, the next thing had broken for him. Lisa had been peacefully asleep in bed with another man. They had looked happy and so Dean had decided to let Lisa go. After last night, he hadn't been sure he could ever get it right with Lisa.
He had quietly picked up a few things and left. Then, when Lisa had gone shopping in the morning, he had taken the rest out of the apartment and left her a note. Asking her to be happy and him, Dean, he wasn't mad.
He lived far away from her now, which was why the detour he was now driving upset him so much.
He approached the intersection. The traffic lights were out, so he looked left and then right. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and a shiver ran down his spine. As if guided by a ghost, he turned. A little way down the street, under a flickering streetlight, someone was standing. Dean drove slowly toward the person. The person, a young man, had his head down. As if driving in a deja-vú, Dean approached a bit more and when he reached him, the young man raised his head. Dean made a full stop. This couldn't be happening. This was-no, this had to be a dream. Dean got out and walked around the car, never mind that it was pouring rain. Arriving in front of the young man, he blinked.
"Cas?"
"Hello, Dean."
On the drive home, which didn't seem so bad to Dean after all, he learned that Cas had been looking for him. Even though Cas himself had asked Dean to do otherwise. Every time such a storm was announced for Chicago, he had come to this intersection. Always hoping that Dean would drive by.
Dean hadn't said anything after that, but had just driven faster. He lived outside now, in a cottage by the woods.
No sooner had the car stopped than he had jumped out, ripped open the passenger door and dragged Cas out. Holding him by the hand, he had pulled him into the house and closed the door by pressing Cas against it. Feverishly, he had held onto him and kissed him like there would be no tomorrow. Cas had responded just as fiercely.
When they pulled away from each other a few minutes later to catch their breath, they looked at each other with swollen lips, flushed cheeks and breathing heavily. Then they laughed briefly.
"So, Cas, what do we do now?" asked Dean breathlessly.
"Now," Cas said just as out of breath and, holding him by the waist with one hand and gripping his neck with the other, pulled Dean even closer. "Right now-" he kissed Dean and murmured against his lips. "All I wanna do is make love to you."