Dean's mouth dropped open when Mike's hand swept over his stomach (fuck how he wished he didn't have a shirt on) and kept going lower and lower and the best/worst thing was - Mike was staring at him.

His eyes, that paler shade of green, usually so soft and kind were wide and freaking huge and it was like the man could see straight to his soul. It was like they were drawing him, singing to him, pulling him. Dean's own eyes were locked into them, and he just couldn't look away.

He sucked a small breath and his lower lip shook when those soft fingers cupped his erection and damn you underwear!! Even with them on, Dean could still feel the warmth that spread from that hand to his neither regions and it felt so good. It moved a bit, testing or teasing while Dean let out that breath in a shaky manner, his eyes never parting Mike's.

There was a spark of uncertainty in them that Dean did not know how to interpret. Maybe Mike wasn't sure if Dean would like this? Or maybe he hadn't done anything like this before, not with another man? Well, Dean certainly hasn't either, but he knew what he would like if he was in Mike's shoes, so the guy couldn't really go wrong there. No it had to be fear that Dean would not like this, and then it would be awkward, so Dean needed to move, speak, do freaking anything to let the man know he should very much continue.

Yet, there Dean was, stupefied by those big green eyes, unable to utter one word or move a single muscle. Mike bit his lower lip and pulled it in his mouth as his hand moved over Dean's dick, up and under his shirt, his fingers teasing the skin of his stomach and just under the waistband.

Sweet Jesus on a tortilla, this guy is gonna drive me insane!

Dean could not wait to feel those skim fingers wrapped around his length, feel them stroking, and soon enough, Mike was there, right there, his hand sliding in Dean's underwear, just past his rock hard cock and down to his balls. Dean's breath shook as that hand moved up, caressing it's way over his nuts and finally,finallywrapped itself around Dean's throbbing member.

Something between an moan and a him escaped Dean and oh, wow! Mike's eyes grew even wider. In his surprise, he released his lower lip and it was so big and red and glistering and just so freaking inviting...

Dean grabbed Mike by the neck and yanked him closer, sucking in that lower lip, completely ignoring the fact that the guy's hand was still motionless on his dick. Until it wasn't. First accidental stoke had Dean whine as he kept kissing the man, and Mike must have picked up that Dean was really enjoying this because he finally started moving that hand on purpose.

On the third stroke Dean broke the kiss, moaned loudly and threw his head back, exposing his neck, andholy hellMike must have seen it as an invitation because he dived in and started kissing Dean's neck, softly and tenderly and lightly and insanely slow Dean was seconds away from loosing it.

Or no seconds at all.

Dean would comfort himself later and say it was because he was pent up, it's been a while, and this thing with Mike was something new, but he fact remained he came embarrassingly fast, just because of one thought.

The thought that started withCrap, he's gonna make me cream my underwear.and ended withOh, shit, these are his underwear!!!With just the idea that these underwear (thought washed), touched Mike's dick and we're wrapped around his cute little ass was more then enough to make Dean blow.

His cock twitched in Mike's hand and erupted, coating the man's hand and everything else, as Dean shouted out. While still panting hard, he quickly brought his head down to meet Mike's eyes, because he just needed them, needed to see, needed to know.

Strangely enough, the guy seemed startled by Dean's reaction, his brows curling in curiosity and slight caution. It was as if he had never seen a dick ejaculate semen before. For the first time since they began, Mike broke contact and looked down as he took his hand out of Dean's underwear.

"Ho-holy mother fucking sh-sh-shit!" Dean stuttered as he watched Mike bring his sperm covered hand to his face, sniff it and then lick it clean. The sight alone could have made Dean climax of he hadn't done so just moments ago.

Mike met his eyes again, but quickly looked away, a big blush creeping up on his face.

"You are gonna give me a heart attack, you know?" Dean joked, huffing a laugh, but then paused. When he thought about it, it really seemed like Mike had never seen an orgasm before. But he was a dude, he must have had sex before. Or at least a hand job, right? The very least, he must have jerked himself off, right? Right?

"Mike?" Dean tried but the man would look up, he wouldn't meet Dean's eyes. "Mike, look at me." He said and with a light touch he lifted the guy's chin. "Mike, are you a virgin?"

Mike might have let Dean raise his head, but he pulled away as soon as Dean asked and looked away again, his expression moving from embarrassed to sad, and damnit, Dean just wanted to hug him and comfort him.

"Hey, look at me... Mike? Please?" That did the trick and Mike lifted his head. Dean smiled kindly at him as his hand came up to caress the man's cheek. "It is okay. Nothing to be embarrassed about. I could show you... Everything."

A spark of gratitude ignited in Mike's eyes as he nodded and allowed Dean to pull him into a tender kiss. And Dean? Dean just couldn't wait to introduce the man to the pleasures of the flesh.