Dean almost laughed at the horror on Adam's face as Dean told him that his mother had invited the young hunter for a wonderful homemade breakfast. He'd noticed the way the older man had been eyeing him, the frequent swallows and the way he kept shifting his footing gave him away. His mask was holding up wonderfully and he felt almost back into the swing of things. His eyes moved over Adam surreptitiously. The man was definitely attractive if you went for that buff soldier-boy look. He had the same blue eyes as his mother and short military standard cut black hair. He stood in the more casual form of 'at ease'. Wide stance and hands behind his back, but a sort of slouch to his shoulders that wasn't regulation. He knew all this courtesy of his father the drill sergeant. The conversation was going nowhere through no fault of Dean's.

It was obvious soldier boy hadn't been laid for a good while, his eyes wouldn't stay on Dean's face. They kept traveling down to his waist and below, which would have been frustrating if Dean could've brought himself to care. He leaned his elbows on the trunk and gazed upwards wondering idly where Caz was and what he was doing, unaware of what he himself was doing to the poor man in front of him. Adam's mother, Marion, came to the door and called for them with a large smile on her face. Dean's attention moved from the sky, to her, then to her son who's face had gone slack. His blue eyes were fixed to the front of Dean's jeans. The hunter snorted straightening and patting the man's shoulder.

"Breakfast Adam." He grinned walking past him. Adam shook himself and followed excusing himself saying something about needing some mumbled item from upstairs. Dean's grin widened as he followed Marion into her small kitchen where a large breakfast had been laid out on the table. He took the seat offered to him. It was a few minutes before Adam walked in. His mother gave him a disapproving look and admonished him for delaying breakfast. He mumbled an apology, a light blush colored his face and the back of his neck and Dean smirked. Soldier boy must seriously not be getting any if Dean could have this much of an effect on him. He wondered vaguely what the man's reactions would be if he had met him a few years ago when he wasn't… He sighed not finishing the thought. He didn't know what he was now, but it wasn't what he was before. He started when Marion spoke suddenly as she handed him a plate full of awesome smelling food.

"So, Dean, what do you do for a living?"

"I'm, uh, between jobs right now. Been doing a little hunting." His lips twisted at the half lie.

"What brings you to Lawrence?" She asked curiously. "There isn't a lot of hunting around this area."

"I'm just passing through."

"Oh?" She seemed slightly disappointed. "Where are you headed?"

"Don't know actually." He picked up a piece of bacon and ate it slowly, enjoying the pointed glares Adam was giving his mother, while simultaneously smiling at Dean, very interested in the answers.

"Are you married at all?" Subtle this one was, Dean's lips twitched.

"Nope, I'm between relationships too." Adam snorted into his plate softly.

"Do you have family around here?" She was not to be deterred. Dean liked that in a woman.

"No, but I used to. I was born here."

"Oh, really?" She asked excitedly. He nodded, but didn't offer anymore information. Family was a sensitive subject for him. "What are you planning on doing, visiting any old sweethearts?"

"We moved away when I was four, right after my mom died." He focused on his plate, but he'd lost his appetite.

"Oh, I'm so sorry honey." Her hand fell on his wrist and Dean had to strain not to jerk away. The touch receded after a moment. "It must have been hard growing up without her." Dean shrugged.

"We made do." He ate another piece of bacon risking a glance up. Marion looked close to tears as she gazed at him. The pity there was more than he could handle so he looked at Adam, same eyes, same pity. Shit.

"Your father must have had a tough time raising you alone." Dean snorted shaking his head. The bitterness he felt towards his father had always been overpowered by the love and admiration he had for the man, but he wasn't in a loving mood right now.

"He was a marine, ran most of our lives like we were enlisted."

"We?"

"My brother Sam and me." His heart twisted painfully saying his brother's name.

"Where are they now?" This question came from Adam. Dean's eyes lifted to his and he took a deep breath before answering.

"My Dad died a few years ago." Adam winced while Marion gasped. "My brother; he…uh, was killed about a week ago." A wave of pain washed over him and he stood. "If you'll just excuse me, I should probably get back on the road. It was a wonderful meal." He made a quick retreat, but as he crossed the parking lot to suite 4 he felt a hand grab his arm. Before he thought about who it could be his free hand balled into a fist and he spun. He blinked in surprise as his fist collided with Adam's open palm. "Great reflexes." Dean muttered letting his hand drop.

"Yours too, although I'd love to know why your first instinct is to attack rather than pull away."

"It's usually unexpected and it gets my point across." The hunter shrugged noticing that Adam hadn't let go of his arm.

"I'm sorry, we upset you." Adam couldn't meet his eyes.

"Don't sweat it kiddo." Dean shrugged again. The taller man's eyebrow quirked up.

"Kiddo?" His grip loosened slightly on Dean's arm as his hand slid down to wrap around the younger man's wrist. "I do believe I'm older than you."

"Yeah, so?" Adam just laughed and Dean grew more uncomfortable with the hand on his wrist. Adam's thumb was softly caressing the skin there. "Look, I really should be getting back on the road."

"Why don't you stay a while?" Blue eyes dropped down, then back up to his face and Dean felt distinctly creeped out. "You said yourself that you didn't have a destination in mind."

"I-" The grip on his wrist tightened slightly.

"I could make it worth your while." Adam smiled. Dean forced a laugh and removed Adam's hand from his wrist.

"Thanks for the offer, but I really do need to get going." He turned and hurried into the suite closing the door and locking it behind him. He normally like forward people, but he wasn't really feeling in the mood to fuck someone, which was odd for him. He shook his head, entering the bathroom to pack up his shaving gear. In the living room he heard the door open then close. Instantly his gun was in hand. He left the bathroom quietly, checking every corner of the bedroom before stepping up to the door that led to the main room. The cold metal of his gun pressed against his cheek as his gaze traveled the portions of room he could see. He slowly entered the room, extending the deadly barrel. There was no one in sight and when he glanced at the door it was still locked. His brow furrowed, he had not imagined the door opening. He may be going slightly crazy but his hearing had always been super sensitive, and he trusted it way more than his eyes. Ears were harder to trick. Movement behind him, he spun quickly but found himself disarmed and pinned to the floor with Adam straddling his waist. He chuckled softly, looking up into the hungry blue eyes. "You're good, I'll give you that Hendley."

"13 years in the marines will do that to you, but then you already know about being in the marines, don't you?"

"Never served in my life." Dean grinned, he could feel a hardness in Adam's jeans that he knew was because of him.

"Really? You move like a marine."

"My father would be happy to hear that you noticed, he's been drilling that soldier crap into me since I was four. Now I suggest you get off."

"Why should I do that?"

"You're going to get hurt if you don't."

"I doubt that."

"Look Adam." Dean sighed. "If we had met a few months ago I'd be right there with you, but I really just-" Soft lips on his cut him off. He jerked in surprise, eliciting a moan from Adam, who slid his tongue between Dean's parted lips. With his wrists pinned above his head there was little he could do against the onslaught, but there was also little he wanted to do. Adam wasn't the only one who hadn't been laid in a while and the hunter's body was responding in kind. Half of him, well more than half was screaming at him to just play along, what harm could it do, but the rest of him cried out against it. The hands on his wrists tightened almost painfully and Adam ground his groin into Dean's still kissing him. The smaller man bit back a moan trying to pull away, but Adam just held him tighter and moved his hips faster. A fire lit up in Dean's crotch and he felt his heart quicken as each breath got shorter. Adam took both of his wrists in one hand and the other began a slow descent, starting at Dean's neck then ran down his chest to slide under his shirt. Dean moved into the touch. Everything Adam was doing drove his pain further and further away. He needed this. He needed to forget, if only for an hour or so. Adam broke away for air and Dean ripped his hands free, easily reversing their positions. Adam looked up at him in surprise, obviously this didn't happen often. "If you're going to fuck me, I'd rather not be on the floor." Dean panted before gripping the front of Adam's jeans, squeezing gently before standing and making his way to the bed. He heard the other man groan, then his clothes rustle as he stood. Dean stripped off his shirt as Adam came up behind him.

"You have no idea what you do to me." The taller man growled. Dean turned to him with a smirk.

"Oh, I think I do." He slid his hand down the inside of Adam's jeans and gripped his throbbing cock tightly. Adam grabbed onto his shoulders with a small whimper. "Now be a good soldier and get your clothes off." He gave two quick tugs before removing his hand. The other man scrambled to obey and Dean chuckled softly watching him lay down naked on the bed. The hunter straddled his waist still half clothed and leaned down to kiss the heavily panting man beneath him. Adam kissed back hungrily gripping the back of Dean's neck and thrusting his hips up into the rough jean material between him and what he wanted. Dean knew exactly what soldier boy wanted, and he would give it to him, but not in the way he was thinking. He pulled away from the kiss and sat back hard. Adam gasped, his whole body arching. "Stop moving and open your mouth." Adam complied with difficulty. He was so hard and Dean could feel every twitch the throbbing organ made whenever he spoke a command. Dean slipped three fingers into Adams mouth. "Now suck." The older man groaned, closing his eyes and getting to work. Dean smirked reaching down and removing the rest of his clothes before slipping between Adam's legs. He could feel the man's hot tongue wrapping around his fingers and the vibrations every one of his moans. "Stop." Adam groaned opening his mouth. Dean pressed one saliva slicked finger against the small, tight, puckered hole in front of him.

"God Dean!" Adam gasped, his hips bucking as the young hunter slid it in. "Nngh." He closed his eyes tightly as a second joined the first. "Oh sweet Jesus God!" He cried out, arching his hips as Dean slid the third and final finger in and began to move them around. Soon all Adam could do was moan as Dean stretched him. It was continuous and increasing in pitch letting Dean know how close the man was to his climax.

"Don't come yet." He pulled his fingers out quickly and jerked on Adam's cock hard. The older man yelled, hips bucking, obviously in pain, but it did the trick. "Not until I'm in, you hear me soldier?"

"Yes, Sir!" Adam gasped panting up at him. Dean smirked reaching for a bottle of lotion he'd found earlier, some of that complimentary crap all hotels gave out, but it would work for his purposes. He squirted it onto his already wet fingers then coated his own erection. He position himself and slipped in the head before putting his hands on either side of Adam then began to push in. The older man squirmed beneath him, moaning loudly and reaching up to wrap his arms around Dean's torso. "Oh, God Dean, faster." He moaned. "I want you inside me-" His breath hitched. "-all the way and-" He cut off with a small cry as Dean shoved in all the way in one fluid motion.

"Like that soldier?" Dean smirked.

"God yes, Sir." Adam's nails dug into the soft skin of Dean's back as the young hunter leaned forward. "Fuck me hard, Sir." Dean moved slowly.

"You ordering me now?" He asked gently taking Adam's lobe in his teeth.

"No sir." Adam breathed. "Please fuck me hard Dean." He whined moving his hips urgently. Dean thrust hard into him then did it again. Each movement brought a soft cry from Adam's lips that excited him. He moved faster and the cries got louder. When he increased the force Adam threw his head back and each thrust was met with a yell. "God-Dean-right there-Jesus-God-don't stop! Don't you dare fucking-" His voice cut off in a wordless scream as he came explosively. The muscles surrounding Dean's cock constricted and he thrust into the tightness biting his lip. Adam was keening beneath him clutching at his back when Dean came. They rode out the aftershocks together then laid there still interlocked gasping for air. Dean smirked down at Adam, who's eyes were closed; body shaking. Dean had just given the man what was obviously the best sex of his life. Adam's eyes opened slowly and suddenly Dean found himself on his back still buried deep in the older man. He inhaled sharply as Adam's hips moved. The horny bastard was already hard and ready to go again. As he undulated his hips, Adam leaned down and pressed his lips to Dean's.

Dean grinned around the tongue that began invading his mouth and reversed their positions. He hitched Adam up on his hips then pinned both of the older man's wrists above his head. His free hand reached down between them to wrap around Adam's cock and he began moving his tongue in and out of soldier boy's mouth, mimicking what his hand and cock were doing. Adam groaned deep in his throat then cried into Dean's mouth as he increased his movements both in speed and force. The noises he made and the way his legs wrapped around Dean's back sent rushes of pleasure straight to the hunter's own groin and he allowed himself to moan softly, which excited Adam even more. The older man came only seconds after Dean's second moan. Dean let go of the now limp organ and focused on fucking all the sense out of this man. He broke the kiss and gripped Adam's hips thrusting in with all his strength. Adam bit down on his wrist to muffle the screams of pleasure erupting from his throat. The sight triggered Dean's orgasm, but he didn't let up. Adam was going to get what he asked for and by the way he was thrashing and crying out in ecstasy he was getting just that.

"God Dean!" He gasped breathlessly clutching at anything and everything. "Don't stop, God this is perfect, and Oh-My-God!" He screamed the last word coming for the third time, it was pretty weak, but then the man must be pretty empty by now. "Ungh, don't stop Dean." He groaned. "I don't ever want this to stop." Dean grinned wolfishly and without breaking contact or ceasing his thrusts he flipped Adam onto his stomach with his knees holding his ass up then pounded into him. Adam moaned and screamed like a cheap whore, jerking at his own cock. He collapsed after the fourth one completely spent, and completely unconscious. Dean pulled out of him, took a quick shower then after leaving his number on a piece of paper, in case Adam wanted a rematch, he packed all his stuff into the Impala and drove away.