Dean was so excited when Mike decided to pull out a big piece of ham from his storage and cook it for lunch. But what really bought him was the side of the oven-backed potatoes to go with the ham. While it was roasting, Dean persuaded Mike to play a few rounds of poker and it was so funny watching Mike trying to hide his excitement whenever he had a good hand. Considering he knew how to play poker, Dean thought he might know what a poker face was, but, no... Dean watched him with amusement and even let him win a few times.
While Mike prepared to serve the ham, Dean played a couple of games of solitaire, telling Mike exactly how he played, explaining the game. After they ate, Dean humming at all the flavors and complementing Mike on his cooking skills, making the man blush like crazy. It was a look Dean loved to see on him.
Mike took care of the dishes and checked on Dean's leg, and only once Dean assured him he was fine, did Mike allow him to remain in the kitchen with his leg propped up instead if going back to that boring bed.
Dean watched him clean around, watched him feed the fire and waited on him when Mike stepped out to fetch more wood. When he was done, the man brought a chess board to the table, his brow raised and Dean agreed to play. Chess wasn't his favorite game, but he had played it many times with Sam, he was rather good.
But apparently so was Mike. The man made some crazy, unpredictable moves and beat Dean every single time with almost nothing but two chess pieces left on the board. It was amazing to see him so good at something, Dean had no idea the man was such a good strategies.
It was later, right after dinner that Mike paused with plates in his hands and looked out of the window. Dean turned, but saw and heard nothing. "What is it?" He asked, but Mike was already taking the plates to the sink, shaking his head. He pointed to his ear and then waved his hand and Dean knew it meant that Mike thought he heard something, bit that it was nothing. It was so interesting how Dean could understand him without the man actually saying one word to him.
Not that Dean didn't wish Mike could talk. Tell him what he liked, tell him about his life, tell him about himself. Tell him about how green Dean's eyes were? How good it felt to kiss Dean?
Dean could be just projecting.
He liked kissing Mike. The man was so responsive and so innocent and would gasp whenever Dean did something new. Dean loved showing him everything, he loved to see the man fall apart under his touches, and he loved how quickly Mike caught on and just followed Dean's lead.
They got ready for bed and watched another movie, Dean constantly drawing Mike's attention away with his kissing. His lips were all over Mike, mostly his neck and shoulder and whatever other part he could reach while the man was still lying on his back. Dean's hand roamed around the man's chest, under his shirt, just caressing, nothing more. Dean couldn't wait for the movie to end, so that Mike could focus all of his attention on him.
The second the credits rolled, Dean pulled Mike's hand until the man turned to face him, and caught his lips in a breathtaking kiss. Mike was getting really good at this, surprising Dean by catching his lower lip and sucking it into his mouth, making Dean go crazy with arousal that would flood him.
God, he was already so hard and they were just making out. It was mind-blowing, the effect the man had on him, how he could be strong and take control, but also allow Dean to teach him. They were so similar, both strong and caring and both willing to take charge if the other one needed it. And Dean needed it.
"Mike... I... I need you, I want... I need..." Dean tried, still not really figuring out what he wanted. Mike broke the kiss and looked at him, like a good little soldier, waited for further instructions. Dean took a moment to catch his breath, an idea forming in his mind.
"Take... Take of your underwear... Then help me with mine..." Dean said and bit down on his lower lip as Mike obeyed, lifting his ass off the mattress to slide the briefs down, revealing his erection. His dick was red and firm and so perfect and Dean just wanted to suck down on it and make Mike fall apart.
But he had something else in mind for tonight, so he carefully pushed the thought back in his spank bank and lifted his own ass slightly so that Mike could remove his underwear too. He hugged a smile, seeing Mike's fingers flexing as if he wanted to touch, but wasn't sure if he should.
"I will... Always... Want your hands on me, alright?" Dean said and Mike smiled then tentatively reached and wrapped his fingers around Dean's throbbing cock. God, that felt good.
"We got... We got any lube?" Dean asked, trying to focus on something else other then the strong hand stroking him. He wanted so badly to reach and return the favor, but feared Mike might cum before they even had a chance to play around. At the question, Mike frowned, and looked contemplating for a moment before nudging his head in the direction of the draw on Dean's side of the bed.
Dean threw his hand out and blindly searched for the nightstand, then for the drawer handle, then rummaged through it. "Aha!" He exclaimed as he found it and brought it up in the air, Mike just rasing a brow at him and not finding Dean's actions as funny as he should.
The lube was old, but luckily not expired and Dean wondered if Mike ever used it? He was a virgin, but he must have jacked himself off a few times, right? It didn't matter, not with him so close, he was almost pressing his hard on against Dean's thigh.
"Alright, this is what's gonna happen. Since I can't move, with this damn leg and all, you are gonna have to get on top of me. Get up." Dean said and Mike was quick to follow the instructions. There was a bit of uncertainty in his eyes, he was probably worried about Dean's leg, but he still seemed eager to do what Dean told him to. He trusted Dean enough to know he wouldn't let himself get hurt.
"Okay, now. You're gonna straddle me. Come closer and put your left knee here, just at my right hip, the other one on the opposite side and sit on my thighs." Dean instructed and Mike did as he was told, moving carefully, mindful of Dean's injured leg. His dick came just above Dean's and there was a curious look in his eyes, as he watched Dean squirt some of that lube in his hand and coating his cock with it.
Dean smiled up at him, a teasing look in his eyes. He chose not to tell Mike what's gonna happen next, instead letting the man find out on his own. "Come here and gimme a kiss." Dean said and watched Mike lean forward, pausing mid way with a sharp intake of breath as his dick pressed against Dean's. "Come on." Dean urged with a small smile, and Mike moved closer, his dick sliding off of Dean's and slotting next to it. He kissed Dean, his breaths short and rugged.
"Feels good?" Dean asked and Mike's eyes snapped open to stare in his. He nodded vigorously and earned himself a wide, pleased smile from Dean. "Okay, I'm gonna help you feel even better okay? Just follow my lead."
Dean's hands caressed up Mike's arms, over his shoulder blades and down his back to the man's firm little ass. Dean just had to squeeze those perfect round globes for a moment, they fitted so perfectly in his hands. Mike's head was burried in the crook of his Dean's neck and he was already a shaking mess by the time Dean's pressed down and up, making the man grind against him.
He had no idea what was better, the friction, the feel of Mike's dick sliding against his own, or the small hiccuping sounds the man was letting out along with hot breaths on Dean's neck, right under his ear. "Yeah... Just like that..." Dean said as he urged Mike to move on top of him. "You feel so good, babe, so amazing..."
"Eeee..." Dean thought he heard Mike let out through his breath, another amazing sound spurring Dean on to up the pace.
"Keep moving, don't stop..." Dean urged, hearing Mike's breathing turn into rapid panting. The man was close, but Dean was right there with him, he just needed a little more.
"Eeee..."
"I know, baby, I know, just a little more... God, you feel so good. I want... Ohhhh... I want to show you so much more, I want to make you feel it all... It feels good, doesn't it? Tell me... Show me..."
Mike moved on top of him faster and faster, like Dean showed him, his body pressed against Dean's, their chest touching. He was everywhere, blanketing Dean and it felt so damn good, Dean was getting lost in the sensations. Mike whimpered at Dean's question, and one of Dean's hands let go of Mike's ass, shooting up and caressing the man's back.
"I know baby, just a little more. I am so close, so fucking close..."
"Eeee..." It was a whine, so needy and pleading and Dean knew it wasn't fair to ask the man to hold off his orgasm.
"It's okay, baby... Let go... Cum. Cum for me..."
Dean felt the man tense up above him, his muscles spasming and Mike came with another strangled whine "Deeee..."
Holy shit, that sounded like his name. Mike said his name. High in the thrones of passion, a man who didn't speak called out his name.
Spurred by that though, his orgasm ripped it of him, nearly blinding him. Mike was still on top of him, just riding that high went Dean's cock exploded between them, coating them both as Dean moaned out the man's name loudy.
Took them almost ten minutes to catch their breaths, Mike still laying on top of him, but Dean didn't mind, he didn't mind one bit. He actually loved it and felt a bit cold when Mike rose up and got off.
"I am better then okay. That was... Wow." Dean answered Mike's questioning gaze, and huffed a laugh as the man nodded, agreeing. Mike disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a wet cloth, wiping Dean down. Dean had no idea what made him snap his hand up and grab Mike's wrist to make him pause and look at Dean. He had no idea what made him say the following words, but deep down, he knew he meant them.
"I don't know what this is... What we are... But I know it feels good. It feels so fucking good. You make me feel so good. And if I could choose... I would choose to make you feel good too... For a long time... I would... I would choose to have you by my side... For as long as you'd have me..."
His heart nearly exploded when Mike kissed him with so much emotions in that simple kiss, then backed away and nodded, pure adoration in his light green eyes.