RUDE AWAKENINGS

Dean held his breath as he watched Arandi reach for his zipper, the fight in him long gone because he was hard enough to use his dick for blunt force trauma and that effected his ability to think, it really, really did.

He was waiting for Arandi to call out of this, say she was just kidding, something, anything.

Instead he began to pant when she touched his zipper and began to pull it down. Just the mere touch had him oozing. "Fuck." He whispered trying hard to not look desperate and failing as his body bucked towards her.

Arandi watched intently as she pulled him free and Dean had to close his eyes for a second because the sight was so fucking hot he thought his corneas were in danger of combusting.

They had seen each other naked before skinny dipping once and once when they had had to be decontaminated together but she had never seen him full on hard.

She pulled him free and she looked at him a gleam in her eye. "I knew you'd be a big boy." She purred. "It's pretty just like the rest of you." She teasingly licked the tip.

Dean's whole body shuddered at the sensation and how the fuck was he ever supposed to look at her the same again.

"Arandi, fuck Arandi…..fu…..ck." He moaned.

She had begun to take him in slowly working him down her throat expertly and Dean had to hold himself together to not come right then and there.

She fucking looked gorgeous with her lips wrapped around him. He dug his fingers into the back of the sofa the only place that he could reach.

He watched her not wanting to lose a second of the sight of this. He was so fucking lost.

A keening sound passed through him as she worked her tongue all over his aching shaft and….."Oh fuck right there baby girl right the fuck there." He thrust into her mouth eagerly. All semblance of shock blown away from pure need and want, want, want.

She worked her fingers farther into his jeans to caress his balls and Dean whimpered.

"You like that baby boy?"

"You're possessed right?" He asked breathlessly.

"What do you think?" She asked as she twirled her tongue perfectly around the head of his cock and then went all the way down on him and that was it.

He bucked up hard hitting the back of her throat, moaning long and hard her name mingled into the mix as pulse after pulse after pulse of come shot down Arandi's throat and she took it all. Pleasure so fucking complete blew him inside out and his body shook with bliss, his eyes rolled back in decadent release.

It seemed to go on forever and he didn't mind that one bit. Arandi milked every drop from him as he began to soften and he fell back boneless.

What the fuck was he supposed to say?

Arandi wiped her mouth and stood up and straddled him. Dean let out another unmanly whimper. She kissed him hotly and his dick twitched with interest as he tasted himself on her mouth and it was just too hot to be gross.

She pulled back and Dean realized he was no longer hand cuffed.

"This is why I called you're your name when I was with Troy. I needed to know what you were like and now I know part of it. Nothing is going to change because of this Dean, you're still my best friend and I'm still yours. Just a friend helping out a friend nothing more, nothing less."

She got up and walked into her room locking the door.

Dean couldn't move if he wanted to right at the moment. "Holy fucking shit." He moaned his legs still trembling.

His brain completely sucked out of his dick wasn't doing him much good as he tried to process what this meant and how awful the pit of her walking away felt like.

He would be lying if he said it was enough, that he didn't want more. He fell asleep way before he could piece a damn thing together.

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Dean woke up still on the couch daylight streaming in and he was covered.

The reason he was on the couch hit him and he looked under the cover, sure enough his package was still hanging out of his opened jeans and fuck he still felt so out of sorts.

He stretched contentedly and then he realized that he had to deal with the repercussions.

A wonderful scent of something cooking filled his nose and his stomach growled loudly.

"Go shower up and breakfast will be up in fifteen." Arandi called from the kitchen cheerfully.

"Yes dear." Dean called back and went to do what he was told. Naked in the shower under the hot stream of water he thought of what Arandi had done and how she looked. He was rock hard in seconds and he groaned.

He wasn't desperate any longer but he didn't need this. He took a hard grip on his hardness and worked himself fast and hard.

It was nowhere near the intensity of last night but it would do for now.

Fresh and clean in comfortable home clothes he headed to the kitchen. He took a deep breath hoping that he could act normal and not make an ass of himself.

Apparently his body wasn't quite caught up with his mind as he stepped in and headed to where Arandi was flipping an omelet and wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her on the neck.

'Fuck.' He thought and moved back slowly. "Morning."

She turned and smiled at him. "Feeling better."

Dean blushed deep rubbing his hand over the back of neck. "Yeah I feel great thanks."

"Good because I really didn't want Misha to kill you and frame Sebastian." Arandi laughed. "It's all good Dean if you're worried about that."

Dean smiled. "I wasn't that bad."

Arandi looked at him in disbelief and motioned to her nicked feet.

Dean blushed deeper. "I'm really sorry for that." 'I will kiss them and lick them all the way to your…' His mind wandered.

"I think I forgave you."

He jumped as his thoughts were interrupted. "Oh really I thought that was punishment."

"Dean why won't you look at me?"

Dean squirmed uncomfortably. "I won't lie to you it's kind of hard to look at your mouth without thinking about it you know?"

"You don't want to think about it? Was I bad or something?"

"Arandi I nearly died it was so fucking good, so, so fucking awesomely good and thinking about it results in unwanted stress if you get my drift."

Arandi's eyes wandered to the already growing bulge in his pants. "Oh I didn't think of that, sorry."

"No it's all good we'll be fine." He finally looked at her and fuck it was harder than he thought wanting to kiss her so badly now. "What about you? I'm not used to not pleasing in return." He ventured hoping against hope that in a little while he'd be making her moan Winchester style.

"You have no worries. I was just helping you out. I have a date tonight with Colt Smith."

Dean wasn't sure how he felt about that. "That's great." He lied as his hopes blew up in his face.

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"You got laid last night even after you're date ended up in jail. Thank the lord I was going to make it look like and accident I swear." Misha said. "So who was it so I can give her a reward?"

"Just a one night thing." Dean said halfheartedly.

"What you didn't even ask her name?" Sam laughed.

"It was a hit and run Sammy not much need for names."

"Whoever the hell she is thank God she crossed your path." Misha sighed.

"Yeah, thank God." Dean sighed and headed to his shift with Arandi.

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Dean was ready to find all kinds of fault with Colt but he found none, hell if he was a chick he'd date him.

Colt was everything, handsome with perfect blondish brown hair and intense blue eyes. He was tall and perfectly built, yeah Dean thought that. Most importantly he treated Arandi like she deserved to be treated and she was the happiest Dean had seen her in a long time.

Dean actually liked him and could find no reason not to, they had watched games together and had gone out on double dates when Dean met Kristen.

This was the longest relationship either of them had had in a while.

So Dean should have been happy for her, really, really happy for her.

"Dean are you feeling alright?"

"Huh oh I didn't get much sleep last night." He said. "So what is Coltster doing for your birthday?"

"Colt already knows that I'm spending my birthday with you and all my friends like I do every year. There is no point in celebrating if my best friend isn't there." She kissed him on the forehead.

"Colt gets to see a whole bunch of drunken cops that ought to scare the crap out of him." Dean laughed trying hard to deter the fact that the simple kiss had made him hot all over.

"So what are getting me?" Arandi asked excitedly.

"Like I tell you every year you'll see."

Arandi pouted those fucking lips and Dean instantly flashed to the night she sucked him brain dead.

He turned to make a run for it before she noticed his suddenly very tight jeans.

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Dean still had no clue what he was going to get Arandi and he sure as hell didn't want it to be lame compared to what Colt gave her but how was he supposed to extract that information without revealing too much.

Presently they were at a club having a great time. Well everyone else was while Dean tried not to stare at Arandi sitting on Colt's lap kissing him with those lips that had been wrapped so gorgeously around his cock.

"Um did you bring your gun with you?" Kristen purred in his ear noticing the bulge in Dean's jeans.

"Never leave home without it." He rasped dragging his eyes away from Arandi. Fuck it he was going to lose himself in Kristen, he had to lose himself in something besides what he couldn't have. They started kissing and she pulled him to the dance floor.

Things started to get hot fast as Kristen rubbed against him and he closed his eyes as she bit and kissed his throat. He moaned crashing their lips together ready to leave and fuck her into a mattress any mattress he wasn't going to be picky. Hell any surface would do at this point.

He was suddenly standing alone and Kristen was staring at him slack jawed. "Hey what's wrong?"

"What the fuck Dean? It's bad enough you talk about her constantly and stare at her as if you discovered a new star but calling me her name while we're making out is going too fucking far."

Dean felt the air leave his lungs. 'Fuck.' He dropped his head. "Kristen I'm sorry I….."

"Save it, I don't want to hear any BS it's obvious you have unsettled feelings for you BFF and seeing her with Colt is making you crazy." Kristen walked away.

Dean didn't bother chasing her. He waited a few minutes and then went home without telling anyone.

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He sat on his sofa flipping channels and was surprised to hear the key turning in the door. He thought for sure she'd be staying with Colt.

Arandi plopped down beside him. "So Kristen was a crash and burn?"

"How'd you figure that?" Dean sighed.

"Wasn't hard when I saw her sucking lips with another guy at the club."

"Well it's nice to know she wasn't heartbroken."

"Want to talk about it?"

"Not really, where's Colt?"

"He got called away for a few days." Arandi sighed she slid down putting her head on his lap.

Dean instantly began to run his fingers through her hair and she sighed louder. She was asleep in minutes and Dean stared at her taking in her beauty and fuck what the hell was happening to him?

He waited a bit then gently maneuvered his way up to carry her to her bed. She sighed as he gently set her down.

He stared at her for a bit running his fingers through his hair wanting to just lay with her, kiss her breathless, and make her scream his name in nothing but pure unadulterated obscene passion.

Just the thought had him blindly hard.

He slipped her boots off and pulled her comforter over her. He looked at her a bit longer and turned to go but really not wanting too.

He had let Colt come into the picture and Arandi deserved to be happy. He wasn't quite sure if he could do that for her.

"I'll believe you if you tell me that you were too drunk or too tired to make it to your own bed." He heard her mumble softly.

"I kind of am." He replied just as softly.

She lifted the comforter for him and he quickly kicked off his boots and climbed in. Hey he would take what he could get.

She snuggled up close to him and he felt completely lost and content at the same time. God he was such a fuck up.

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Dean walked endlessly through the mall trying to find what he needed for Arandi's birthday.

He thought about waking up the other morning with her beside him, the way she looked with morning hair and the soft sleepy smile she had given him. He saw in her eyes that she wanted to kiss him and hell he was all for it. Then Colt had called and she gotten all happy and giggly, leaving him alone.

Would it be wrong to give her jewelry? He quickly changed the subject in his head. He settled for a bracelet with charms of her favorite things and then as he headed out he saw a gorgeous hair piece shaped like an angel, perfect for Arandi since when she was on duty she always wore her hair in a bun.

He bought a beautiful gift bag and a card and flowers to add to the mix before heading to the club that everyone had pitched in to rent a room to celebrate Arandi's birthday.

He was set whistling as he headed to his truck, he stopped short and stared hoping he was seeing things. He slid behind some people and stared pulling his phone out to record what he hoped was easily explainable.

Colt was walking with a woman and three kids.

"Maybe it's his sister." Dean mumbled to himself.

The thought barely out of his mouth when two of the kids started yelling. "Daddy, daddy we want to ride the motorcycle in the arcade."

Colt laughed picking up the smallest over his shoulder and leaned in to kiss the woman taking her hand and leading her and the kids into the mall.

Dean felt numb all over. How was he supposed to break Arandi's heart on her birthday?

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By the time Dean arrived at the club he was fuming. How could Colt do this to Arandi? How could he do this to his wife and children? He had been so fucking tempted to confront Colt with his family but he couldn't bring himself to do that in front of his children who had no fault in the fact their dad was an ass.

He could understand the temptation Arandi was, fuck he understood that more than anyone, he did live with her and work with her after all but she was going to be heartbroken again. Just how long had Colt thought that he could get away with this? He should have known no one was that perfect.

He waited outside. He wasn't going to let Arandi's birthday be ruined but he wasn't going to let Colt be part of it either. He felt the twist of guilt in his gut. All he had to do was push Arandi just a bit that morning after she helped him and Colt would have never happened.

Anger thrummed through him when he saw Colt pulling into the parking lot and he headed to him wanting to get to him before anyone else especially Arandi saw him. He was a fucking cop for fuck's sake how could have not done a background check?

"Hey Dean what's up?" Colt smiled brightly.

"I finally got Arandi's present today." Dean answered casually.

"That's good although I'm sure Arandi wouldn't care as long as you're here."

"I had to go all the way to Sassy's." Dean said locking eyes with Colt as the color drained from his face.

"Dean it's not what you think." Colt stammered.

Dean slammed Colt into the wall. "So you're not fucking Arandi over and cheating on your wife?" He growled. "You're a fucking monster. Who does that to their children?"

"Look at her Dean what man in his right mind wouldn't want her?"

"Is that what you're going to tell your wife?"

"What?"

"You listen to me and you listen good. You are not going to go in that club, you are going to call her and tell her that you can't make it. Then you are going to completely stay the fuck away from her or I will take these interesting little videos that I have to your wife. You got it." Dean hissed pressing hard into Colt, burning green fury in his eyes.

Colt nodded he had been recorded too many times with Arandi. "I never meant to hurt her."

Dean punched him straight in the face making Colt slide on his ass. "What you did was worse than hurting her you fucking dick!"

Colt stood up wobbly touching his bloodied lip.

"Have fun explaining that to your wife." Dean spat.

He didn't move a muscle until he saw Colt drive out of sight.

He took a deep breath flexing his sore fist and then put his game face on. Nothing was going to mess up Arandi's day.

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Dean watched as Arandi answered her phone, watched as her smile left her face, watched as she leaned back against the wall and put her phone back in her jeans. He so wanted to be that lucky ass phone.

He walked up to her. "Everything ok?"

"Colt's not coming." She whispered.

"Did he say why?"

"He had to go out of town on an emergency meeting for his company."

"Hey no sadness today ok I'm here." He pulled her into a hug.

Arandi laughed. "Well then my day is saved."

"Damn right it is old lady now let's party."

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Dean made the circuit with everyone telling them Arandi needed extra support since Colt had bailed.

Her friends came through and made her night. She was laughing and dancing with everyone.

Misha had hired a hot couple of stripper's one male one female which Dean thought was pretty intense.

All in all it was the best Dean could muster up for her. Still as everyone was getting comfortably buzzed Dean saw Arandi look at her phone more than once as if she was expecting Colt to call again.

He knew he had to tell her the truth but that wasn't going to be today. He grabbed her and pulled her onto the dance floor. "So what else does the birthday girl want?"

"That stripper guy is kind of hot." Arandi grinned goofily.

"That's a quick recovery." Dean said hopefully.

Arandi frowned. "I was hoping to end my birthday moaning like an overpaid porn star."

Dean nearly choked on his spit remembering Arandi's sweet moans. He could only imagine how she would sound under him. Fuck he needed to stop thinking like that.

Arandi looked up at him as they moved to the music. That look of sadness in the pools of liquid blue that he hoped wouldn't be there. He sighed as she lowered her eyes and that was even worse.

He gently lifted her chin to look at him. "Happy birthday baby girl." He whispered and leaned in to kiss her. He meant to just give her a sweet gentle kiss but as he tasted her he deepened the kiss and the sweet low moan that slipped from her into his own lips made him lose track of everything including the fact that they were surrounded by people.

The sound of claps and cat calls made them jump. They stared at each other and Dean groaned as Arandi was pulled away by over eager friends.

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Presents opened, candles blown, cake cut and smeared on appropriate faces, Dean watched with his mouth agape as the male stripper that Arandi had thought was hot gyrated against her giving her an overzealous lap dance that Arandi seemed to be enjoying way too much.

"Looks as if Colt's not the only one missing out tonight." Sam said at his side.

"She wouldn't do anything with this guy." Dean said not quite sounding sure of the words.

"Oh no what would interest her huh, not the fact that he's hot, or that he's packing or that he's into her?"

Dean felt that fucking pain in his chest again. "What do you want me to do Sammy?"

"I saw what you did to Colt." Sam whispered.

Dean's head snapped around to look at his brother. "I had to do that, he's married and he was leading Arandi on."

"Are you going to tell her?"

"Yes but not today." Dean turned back to look at her his stomach dropping seeing the interest growing in the man in front of her.

"Then make her forget about him Dean stop pretending there is nothing there and make her yours once and for all." Sam prodded.

Confusion and frustration pulled at Dean and he stared then Arandi looked at him. He knew that if didn't make a move he'd be home alone tonight and he just couldn't handle it anymore, he couldn't face another man hearing the sounds that he was so fucking desperate to pull out of her himself.

It was now or never. He held out his hand beckoning her in a silent plea.

Arandi didn't even hesitate, standing up and heading to him leaving the stripper alone and utterly confused.

"I need to talk to you for a minute." Dean whispered, his stomach flipped in nervousness that he shouldn't feel with her but he couldn't help but fear that she would shoot him down.

She nodded and he took her hand leading her into another room that was unoccupied.

He had to make sure that she would be too impressed to shoot him down then.

"Dean wha…." Arandi began but Dean shushed her with his lips pressing her against the wall pulling her closer with his hands against the small of her back. The mixture of sweet cake and tequila coaxed from her lips.

"Dean fuck please don't tease me." She moaned.

"No teasing." He breathed into her neck as he nibbled at her pulse point. "No freaking out just want you so fucking bad."

"But Colt and I….." Arandi murmured not exactly fighting him.

"Colt's not here. I am." He growled sliding his tongue past her lips.

She felt his hardness pressed against her. "Oh yeah you're all here aren't you."

"Do you want me or not?" He asked staring into her eyes knowing his had to be completely lust blown. "I feel like eating some blueberry pie." He rasped his voice pure sex and a smile that would make most women and probably some men swoon.

Arandi let her head fall back with parted lips. "About fucking time."

Dean headed for the door throwing her a scorching look.

Arandi whimpered where she stood, the look so smoldering she waited to catch on fire.

"You coming?" He rasped and smiled wickedly.

"Hopefully more than once." She moaned.

"You can count on that sweetness."

Arandi walked up to him and he took her hand. "You better say goodnight because you're mine the rest of the night and most of tomorrow." He promised seductively.

Arandi flushed deep at the promise of hotness to come.

She quickly announced to all in attendance her gratitude for her presents and their being there and that they should stay and keep having a great time but she was heading out.

She didn't know how to explain why she was leaving her own birthday party but she didn't have to as Dean pulled her in for a scorching kiss.

The room was suddenly quiet as everyone took at the heated scene and Dean had to remind himself that he couldn't do any of the things in his head in front of a crowd.

There wasn't a person not affected by the hotness of the partner's kiss and many wished they could be a fly on the wall of the bedroom.

Most of all though there wasn't a single person that wasn't thanking God and saying finally.

TBC

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