'Since I might have a mild concussion, I have to stay awake about thirty more minutes.' Drew explained while Justin bent over him, great view, shirtless, and bandaged his bumped skull and kissed it.
'Now what activity could we participate in ?' Justin teased.
'Your chest keeps brushing against my chin. You figure it out.'
'We'll make brunch!' Justin bounced from the bedsheets as Drew rezipped his jeans back, rather embarrassed.
They DID make brunch, piled on eggs and meat and thick oatmeal with fruit and a table full of breads, coffee, tea and juices.
Not sex but it still felt good inside.
Seth never had a chance to make the first move.
He was the one tackled, thrown back and pinned against the wall.
'Hands off me!'
'I can play rough too.'
'Didn't you do enough of that with your BOYFRIEND?' Seth sneered. 'Or could he not get it up?'
'My BOYFRIEND is right here.' Dean spat back, not about to take crap from anybody. his hands located and gripped and stroked. 'And yeah, you CAN stay up okay.'
'Rape me if you insist but I'm never beating you or fucking you again. You want pain, you want to get screwed, go get it from another because I'm done with you.'
'I decide when we're through.'
'I'M the leader!'
'You're nothing, remember? Didn't your mother tell you that?'
'Yeah and she was wrong.'
'Yes she was.'
Seth sunk his teeth in Dean's neck on the side and clawed into his back beneath the black tank top.
He was forced but willingly, keeping his legs wide apart, making sure to kick Dean in the back of the head every time he came.
This was what he would never share. S could go BACK to Hell.
'Now then.' Dean dropped to all fours and glanced back. 'Make a Leader of yourself.'
'I decide that. So shut up and enjoy it.'
The first heave threw Dean forward, bouncing his forehead off the cooffee table.
The second heave connected them.
'Get up and stand and walk!'
Dean walked a few tiny steps, Seth pummling him inside the entire time.
With a full arm smack, knocked him down face first, went at him again.
Beautiful, forced but willingly.
Their connection, bonded in pain.
Drew raised his hips for the last droplets to trickle out, a tiny squirt in fuzzy beard hair.
Justin relaxed and draped his arms around waist, legs with legs, one hand cupped over testicles and smiled.
A peaceful moment.
a good moment warm and safe.
his friend was going to live, be alright, keep fighting, battered and bruised, sure but still alive and that was relief.
Friend out of harm's way and beloved there curled with him, bodies drying.
Not so bad after all.
He didn't even mind the sun in his eyes.
Didn't feel any pain anymore either.
