Senses on overload. Everything feels hyper-sensitive, like every nerve is on fire and burning in the most amazing way. His head feels like it's spinning. He's lightheaded, no doubt, but the mouth on his was more to blame for that.

Dean was a fucking exceptional kisser. Seth almost regretted spending all that time on Roman when Dean was right there. Then he felt Roman's perfect, beautiful lips dragging wet kisses across his back and shoulders, and he forgot about his regret. A pair of large hands - Roman's - were on his hips as he kneeled on Roman's bed. Dean was in front of him, his long fingers tangled in Seth's hair while Roman pressed his hips against Seth from behind, sucking and biting any skin that was available.

"Oh fuck..." Seth moaned out, leaning back into Roman's chest as the older teen's hand slid forward and began palming at his cock, which was fully hard. "Roman."

"What, baby?" Roman's voice was nothing short of a purr, all smooth and sweet as he worked over Seth's cock. "You like this?"

Seth nodded numbly, rolling his hips up into Roman's hand. Dean's lips were on him again, only they were kissing down his chest and stomach. Seth never really noticed how nice Dean's lips were; the top one was thin, but the bottom was impossibly plump and pink, and Seth was obsessed with kissing them already. Roman's nimble fingers slid under the waistband of his sweatpants, and Seth shivered as he felt Roman chuckle against his neck.

"Commando, huh? What, were you expecting us?" Roman teased, the very tips of his fingers brushing over Seth's hipbone. "Dean, help me out here."

Dean smirked and nodded, leaning down and biting the waistband of Seth's sweatpants. He pulled them down to mid-thigh, the younger teen's member almost hitting him in the face. Dean's hand encircled Seth's cock and began stroking, earning a shaky moan from Seth.

"How pretty..." Dean muttered, sucking a kiss onto Seth's thigh. "Seth?"

"Yeah," Seth breathed out, his hips still pumping into Dean's hand as he leaned back on Roman.

"Have you ever gotten a blowjob before?"

Seth's breath hitched. He'd gotten, like, half a blowjob before. The girl wasn't too good at it, and she was probably just looking to get some kind of recognition for blowing a dude, but he got one. Though, since it was his first time, he came early and the girl ended up spitting it out all over his shorts. Yet, there was something about Dean that implied he was willing to swallow. Seth looked down at Dean with a helpless sort of expression, and Dean just chuckled.

"What a treat you're in for, Mr. Rollins," Dean mumbled before licking Seth's cock from base to tip. He wrapped his lips around the head and sucked, dragging a loud moan from Seth.

"Isn't he good, Seth?" Roman asked, his voice low and husky and driving Seth insane. The oldest teen ran a hand through Dean's hair, prompting him to look up at Seth. "Yeah, he's real good," Roman answered his own question. "Dean, you can do better than that, give him all you got."

Seth didn't miss the way Dean's face reddened, or how he almost smiled when Roman gently pulled his hair. He did exactly what he was told to, and gave it all to Seth. One hand went up to rest on Seth's lower back, while the other went down and started clawing at Seth's thigh. Dean began bobbing his head, and Seth felt the head of his cock hit the back of Dean's throat every time he went down.

"Holy shit, Dean..." Seth whimpered, tangling a hand in Dean's hair along with Roman's. "Feels so good..." His head lolled back onto Roman's shoulder, the older teen's mouth instantly pressing against his, that wonderful tongue tangling with his.

"Roman, if I'm giving him everything, you should too," Dean said after pulling his mouth off of Seth's cock.

"I don't wanna scare him too bad, Dean," Roman said softly, wrapping his arms around Seth's waist and kissing up his neck. "He isn't ready for it yet." He whispered, kissing Seth's ear.

Dean just chuckled, going back to sucking Seth's cock like a champ. Seth was confused until he felt large hands groping his ass. He opened his mouth to say something, but Roman beat him to it.

"It's alright, baby boy, just let it happen, okay?" Roman whispered softly.

Baby boy. Roman only called him that when Seth was sad. When Seth was 15, his dad left he and his mom, and it took one hell of a toll on Seth. And 16-year-old Roman, ever the savior, was right there for Seth the entire time. He called Seth "baby boy" on accident during one of Seth's sobbing spurts, but it always stuck. It calmed him down, and Roman knew that.

Seth felt a slicked finger sliding between his ass, the tip of that same finger pressing against his hole. Dean transitioned from sucking to little licks, like he wanted to put Seth's attention on Roman as the oldest teen's finger slipped into his ass. It felt foreign, and Seth didn't like it much, but Roman's oh-so-relaxing voice calmed him right down.

"Just go with it, Seth, you're good," Roman said softly, pressing a kiss to Seth's temple. His voice distracted Seth enough for him to slide his finger all the way into Seth's ass, a second one joining it soon after. It hurt less, and Seth was starting to enjoy it, much to Roman's pleasure. "You are so fucking tight, baby boy."

Seth was gonna answer. And then Roman's finger rubbed along something amazing, and all that escaped his mouth was an (embarrassingly) high-pitched moan.

"You found it, Rome."

Roman just chuckled and began kissing Seth's neck, his fingers thrusting in and out of Seth's ass, just barely grazing along his prostate. Dean went back to sucking his cock. Seth didn't know what to do with himself. He wanted to thrust up into Dean's mouth and feel more of that fantastic, wet pressure all over his cock, but he also wanted to move back and get as much of Roman's fingers he possibly could. In the end, Seth settled for rolling his hips back and forth; riding Roman's fingers, fucking Dean's mouth. It all started to become too much too soon, and Seth felt his orgasm hit him like a wave.

"Roman...Dean...Roman, Dean, fuck!"

Everything went really, really fast, and before Seth knew it, he was coming. His fingers tangled in Dean's hair, his head falling back onto Roman's shoulder. He got a kiss from both teens, and everything drifted away.

Seth woke up slowly, not really remembering falling asleep, but not caring. His eyes fluttered open to see Dean and Roman looking down at him with small smiles on their faces. He let his eyes drift shut once more, until he realized that they weren't smiling.

Seth shot straight up and threw himself off Roman's bed, backing away from the bed as if it had burned him. He took in Roman and Dean's faces, panicked, and he vaguely noticed the damp, sticky substance in his shorts. Roman, in fact, wasn't smiling, but grimacing at Seth. Dean was smiling, but it was one of those you-just-fucked-up smirks. Seth felt his face heat up as the pieces began falling together.

"Did...did I...?"

Dean and Roman nodded.

"Against your leg?" Seth pointed to Roman.

"Yeah."

It was Seth who nodded, the youngest teen still sitting on the floor. "Can I borrow some shorts?"

Seth didn't go to Roman's house for a week. Hell, he probably wouldn't ever have gone back, had it not been for Dean and his pestering.

"It wasn't that bad."

"Bad? Dean, I fucking came on his leg! Had a fucking wet dream on his bed! It's fucking terrible." Seth exclaimed, sitting back against his headboard and looking out his window.

"Yeah, well, I was there too, and I'm talking to you right now," Dean responded, sitting on Seth's bed. "So what if you had sex with his leg, no biggie."

Seth hit him with a pillow. "Dick," He muttered as Dean laughed.

"You certainly used yours," Another hit. "Hey, so, I have a question."

"What is it?" Seth laid back on his bed, placing the pillow he was hitting Dean with over his face.

"Was the dream about me and Roman?"

Seth instantly shot up, his face bright red as he looked at Dean. The older teen looked completely serious, and Seth sighed before he answered. "Yeah."

"What happened?"

"What?"

"Like, in the dream, what happened? What'd we do?"

Seth, his face still blushing bright red, looked at Dean like he had three heads. "You wanna know?"

"Hell yeah," Dean said, crawling in front of Seth. "C'mon, what'd we do?"

"Oh, uh, well...there was kissing."

"I assumed that."

"And touching."

"That too."

"You, uh...you...gave me a blowjob..." Seth trailed off.

"Really?" Dean raised an eyebrow, and Seth nodded. "Was I good?"

"Very," Seth chuckled. "Um...Roman, he, kinda, y'know, uh...fingered me."

"Fingered? Don't you do that to girls, how do you - oh."

Seth nodded, a sheepish smile on his face. "Yeah."

"I have no idea how gay sex works, dude," Dean said, flopping back on Seth's bed. "Well, I mean, I know you get to put your dick somewhere."

"That's all that matters."

"Bingo."

Seth chuckled once more before climbing on top of Dean, straddling the older teen's hips and laying his head on his shoulder. One of Dean's hands came up to rest on Seth's lower back, much like he had in Seth's dream. Seth found it strange that Dean was so unaffected by him, especially after what Seth had just admitted, but then again, Dean probably didn't feel the same way Seth did.

"Seth?"

"Mhm." Seth mumbled, his face buried in Dean's neck while Dean rubbed his back gently.

"Can I kiss you again?"

Seth didn't even answer, he just leaned up and pressed his lips to Dean's. Dean sat up, Seth going with him, and wrapped his arms around Seth's waist without separating their lips. Seth's arms wrapped tightly around Dean's neck, messing with the curls at the nape of the older teen's neck. His dream did absolutely no justice for Dean's kissing skills; he was fucking perfect at kissing. He didn't let his mind stray to how Dean got so good at kissing, though.

They kissed for a good few minutes, pulling away only briefly to breathe. Dean's hands eventually started making their way under Seth's shirt, his tongue simultaneously running along the seam of Seth's closed lips. Seth's mouth opened almost instantly, his tongue tangling with Dean's in a desperate, messy dance.

Seth's shirt came off, Dean's following soon after, and Seth pressed himself as close as he possibly could to Dean, the skin-on-skin contact suddnely addictive. Dean's hands were all over Seth's beautifully tanned (and oddly hairless) upper body, and Seth found himself arching into those amazing hands. Those same hands, though, moved down, immediately attempting to get Seth's shorts off.

"Stop," Seth gasped, his lips still brushing against Dean's while he grabbed the older teen's wrists.

"Too far?" Dean sounded concerned as he placed his hands on Seth's hips before kissing his cheek.

"A little," Seth breathed out, letting his hands drift up Dean's chest and around his neck once more. This time, though, Seth just embraced Dean, feeling arms wrap around him as well.

the aftermath, part one. so, account update! i decided to get rid of no one ever loved, seeing as it was extremely unpopular, and it was too much stress on me to try and manage two main stories at once. i'm keeping our secret, it just won't be a spinoff anymore, just a stand-alone story that focuses on roman and hunter. so sorry if anyone liked that story, i just lost all inspiration for that story. reviews are welcomed with open arms!