(A/N: I currently have two other stories running at the same time as this one, I'm jumping between them because otherwise people miss chapters of the really long, serious one. This one has been fun, but it really surprised me how many views I'm getting on the third one.

I'm still having fun with this, though.)

It had been about a week. Sam kept reminding Kevin to eat, and he'd knock on Kevin's door if his light was on after 11pm, insisting whatever it was would keep until morning. It was helpful, but the willingness to eat and sleep that had been brought on by Dean's actions was beginning to wear off.

That particular morning, Kevin was sleeping a bit late, and was having the most amazing dream. It all felt real.

Dean had undressed him slowly, kissing his neck the entire time. He'd pressed him gently to sit down on the edge of the chair in the dungeon. Dean's strong, bare shoulders rippled with the effort of binding his wrists and ankles to the chair...

"Hold him back," Dean growled, dragging his nails along Kevin's arms, just enough to sting without leaving a mark.

Two cold hands gripped his shoulders, pulling him back in the chair as Dean brought his mouth to Kevin's nipple, his stomach, slippery with sweat, slid along the underside of Kevin's hardness, creating pressure and friction for his dick and balls.

Kevin moaned, bucking his hips against Dean's beautiful combination of soft skin and hard muscle... it was nearly too much to take. He threw his head back as Dean went to his neck again, running his hands up Kevin's thighs... his body ached to feel those warm hands... they were slipping away again...

Kevin opened his eyes, finding Crowley holding his shoulders back in the chair. Finally noticed, Crowley began to stroke the sensitive spots on Kevin's neck and chest.

He was vaguely aware of Dean slipping down his body... lower... strong hands... warm, wet mouth... oh, god, so perfect...

Kevin's eyes popped open at the loud knock on the door. No... no, not now!

"What?" Kevin tried not to sound irritated as he reached into the blankets, grabbing for his throbbing cock. Still so close... Maybe...

"Hey," Sam's voice came through the door, "it's almost noon. You really should get up and eat something."

"Yeah, okay." Kevin said loudly, still moving his arm. If only Sam would go away...

"Dean's making some burgers, then I've got to take some books back to the library in town, do you want to go?"

Kevin gave up. His mood completely ruined, he laid back in his bed. "No."

"Okay." Sam walked off, just soon enough not to hear Kevin cursing his infinite helpfulness.

Kevin wobbled slightly as he came into the kitchen.

He could smell the food cooking, but it didn't make him the slightest bit hungry.

A short, awkward meal full of picking at his food later, Sam gave his shoulder a squeeze, and headed for town.

"You okay?"

Kevin looked up, meeting Dean's concerned eyes, before looking down at his nearly uneaten burger.

"I don't know. It's getting harder to sleep, no interest in food."

Dean nodded. "Not to be a jerk, but we know what helped last time."

They both looked up as they heard the door of the bunker close.

"What can I do to help? You want to play some board games, watch a movie? Hit a bar?... I really don't like that look." Dean said quietly.

"What look?" Kevin asked, confused.

"Like you're giving up on living." Dean said, looking into his eyes.

Kevin wasn't sure what he was feeling, but it was overwhelming. He'd been worn down for so long, he didn't see an end. And to say he didn't care if getting the tablets translated killed him was no exaggeration... he literally no longer cared if he lived.

"Oh my god, I have..." his voice came out a broken whisper of self realization.

Dean got out of his chair and pulled Kevin into a tight hug. "I don't know how bad this is, the stuff you're going through, but I want to help... and I think I can help, if you want me to."

Kevin nodded against his chest, still a bit concerned about his own mental state.

"Maybe right now's not the best time." Dean said softly.

"Are you kidding? Sam never leaves." Kevin scoffed slightly.

Dean let go of Kevin and headed for the hallway. "Okay, I have some ideas, but you're going to have to tell me what you need, I'm not a mind reader."

He stopped in the doorway and looked at Kevin. "You sure you're up for this?"

Kevin nodded again and followed.

Dean pulled at Kevin's sleeve a bit, guiding him into his room. "C'mon, my bed's bigger."

Kevin looked at the weapons on the walls. He was a little unnerved for a moment, but it passed.

"So, what do you want to do?" Dean asked, stepping closer.

"I, um... I don't.. I mean," Kevin foundered.

"You don't know because... you haven't?" Dean asked.

"Basically." Kevin replied.

"So when I, uh... You...?"

"Yeah. I was." Kevin said, starting to blush.

"Oh, god, I'm sorry. I mean, that's not how it's supposed to go. I thought at least, since you'd had a girlfriend..."

Kevin shook his head. "It's okay, Dean."

"I don't know, I think I have more to make up to you than I thought." Dean replied.

"Don't push me into a wall this time?" Kevin said quietly. Dean nodded.

Dean leaned in, craning his neck, kissing Kevin gently on the lips. His lips began to move softly, as one hand went to Kevin's back, the other coming up to touch the side of his face. Kevin's found Dean's ribs, and gave small involuntary squeezes when Dean dipped his tongue into Kevin's mouth.

Dean broke the kiss and moved to Kevin's neck, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. Dean had to lean down far enough that Kevin had to lean backward. Dean stood up a bit and guided them both to the bed.

Dean sat down, pulled Kevin to straddle his lap, and got his shirt the rest of the way off before pulling off his own, and going in for another kiss. He ran his hands up Kevin's slender back, causing him to shudder.

"That's better..." Dean whispered. "More like it's supposed to happen."

Kevin's hands squeezed Dean's firm upper arms in response. "What else is supposed to happen?"

Dean smirked and put Kevin on the bed on his back, and went for his nipple, making him gasp and moan.

Kevin's thoughts went back to his dream that morning. This was so much better, but he couldn't help but wonder why Crowley had been there.

Shortly he was distracted. Dean was back on his lips again, hands opening his jeans. He moved to Kevin's neck again. Kevin wanted to be encouraging, but wasn't sure how. He slipped a hand between them, and cupped Dean's crotch, finding him already hard, but making him stop for a moment with a choked moan.

Kevin felt a spark of pleasure at the sound, and wondered what else Dean would let him do.

Dean rolled them both onto their sides, slipping one hand into the front of Kevin's jeans, feeling him through the thin fabric, and reaching behind him to squeeze his ass with the other. Kevin moaned and moved to try to kiss Dean again, but he couldn't quite reach. He gasped as Dean's hand rubbed against his package.

"That feel good?" Dean asked.

Kevin had some difficulty forming words, but managed to nod.

Dean slowed and pulled his hand out, going for Kevin's waistband.

Kevin climbed on to Dean before he could put his hand down Kevin's underwear, which Kevin knew would render him useless.

He kissed Dean, a bit more forcefully than Dean had been kissing him, and sat up, his hands on Dean's chest. "That thing you let me do before...um..."

Dean nodded, knowing Kevin still felt awkward saying any of the words.

"I don't know what I was doing, but I want to try again." Kevin said, trying to slow down his breathing.

"You ever have someone do that to you?" Dean asked.

Kevin shook his head.

"Then how about I show you what to do, first, then you'll have a better idea." Dean said, sitting up a bit.

"I wasn't very good at it, was I?" Kevin said, nervously trying to laugh it off.

"Are you kidding?" Dean said quietly, moving in for another kiss. "Your mouth is hot."

Dean waited while Kevin climbed off, wanting to avoid manhandling him this time. Kevin moved to take his jeans off, but Dean reached for them, and Kevin moved his hands back to Dean's body, an unspoken gesture of trust.

Dean guided Kevin further up the bed, and got him a pillow. He started at Kevin's mouth, running his hands along Kevin's ribs, before moving down his neck. "You stop me if you're uncomfortable, right?"

Dean felt him nod and continued lower, kissing, nuzzling, feeling Kevin's flesh with lips, tongue, and teeth.

He gently pulled Kevin's legs apart, setting between them, allowing the weight of his chest to come down against Kevin's crotch as he tongued his navel, enjoying the way Kevin was panting and squirming beneath him.

Dean slipped lower, kissing his way down, and taking the head of Kevin's cock into his mouth, just for a moment.

Kevin whimpered and shook.

Dean took him in a firm grasp and began to swirl his tongue around Kevin's sensitive tip. Tiny, soft motions at first, slowly growing wider and firmer.

"Dean!... Oh god... Ahh! ... That's amazing..."

Dean slowly lowered his head while taking his hand away. He swallowed several times as his slowly took Kevin in. Kevin's words were replaced by unintelligible moans, groaning, and gasps. It wasn't until he paused at the base that Kevin breathed a rough of whisper of "How do you do that?"

Dean considered sitting up and taking a break to tell him in detail, just to be obnoxious, but thought better of it.

He pulled back up slowly, twisting his tongue along Kevin's length, until he slipped all the way off, then pursed his wet lips hard, pressing them down over Kevin's tip, giving him a tight ring to breach. He kept it right as he began to move faster, leaving the details along the way.

Dean switched to his hand for a moment. "Kevin... I can make it even better if you want me to... Look at me..."

Kevin wrenched his eyes open, his hands full of the blankets, his hips trying desperately not to thrust, but not being able to help it.

Dean continued his pace as he reached for a bottle nearby on the bed. Kevin hadn't noticed it before.

"Do you want me to hit that button?"

Kevin moaned loudly before he answered. "Dean... ohmnnn... I..."

"We don't have to do that." Dean left the bottle nearby, and brought his mouth back to Kevin's hard dick.

"I... oh, god... I want it..."

Dean looked up, and let his hand take the place of his mouth again. "Just fingers right now... I'm not going to get you ready for anything unless that's what you want."

Kevin nodded, then gasped loudly as Dean lowered his head again. He was able to get just enough lube into his hand without stopping completely, and was soon dipping a finger in and out of Kevin's tight entrance.

"Dean!... oh, god, please... Please, I need it..."

Dean pushed in a little further, not quite finding it. He slowly worked in another finger, and found it. Kevin's desperate sounds got louder and less controllable as he writhed.

Dean massaged gently, deep within Kevin's body as his mouth continued to pleasure him. He could feel how close Kevin was, and took him in, every inch, swallowing repeatedly. Kevin's entire body tensed so hard he shook as he screamed his release and ecstasy.

Dean released Kevin gently after allowing him to come down, moving up the bed slowly, coming to rest next to him.

"That was so good..." Kevin panted, drowsiness kicking in, turning on his side, closer to Dean. "My turn?"

Dean chuckled, "You're completely wrecked, you might fall asleep."

"You did that on purpose, didn't you? Wore me out."

Dean smirked a little.

Kevin stretched and sat up, immediately realizing why he was so cold, and only on one side of his body.

Dean looked up at him over a book. If he had moved at all, Kevin had been too relaxed, or in to deep a sleep to notice. "What?"

Kevin looked down at his bare body, and then back to Dean. "Is Sam back?"

"Don't worry about it, I locked the door." Dean said, turning back to his book.

Kevin moved to get up.

"Where are you going?" Dean asked, his tone surprised Kevin.

"I'm freezing." Kevin said, still scooting to the edge of the bed.

"Don't do that, your clothes are on the floor, the floors stay about fifty degrees this deep, not comfortable. Trust me, I learned the hard way."

"Do you have a better idea?" Kevin asked.

Dean sat up and shifted the blankets, grabbing hold of Kevin and rolling them both into the covers, this time coming to the side of Kevin he hadn't been keeping warm. "Better?"

Kevin certainly didn't mind having his body muscled around by the larger man, he just wanted to ease into it slowly. "You still have your pants on."

"Yeah, I guess I do."

"That's hardly fair."

"What do you mean, fair?"

"Mine are on the floor, you won't let me put them on, but I'm the only one naked. It's not even my own bed."

"You... want me to take off my pants?"

"You said you'd let me... y'know."

Dean chuckled, bringing his hands to his waist, "Well, I guess I'm not too busy for that."

"Hang on." Kevin said, stopping him. "I don't know about that extra stuff you were doing."

"Which part?" Dean asked.

"The, um... the fingers thing." Kevin said quietly. "I really just...

Dean nodded. "I don't want you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. But you never know, you might change your mind, so keep the lube close just in case, and if you want to, I'll talk you through it, but you've probably felt enough by now to figure it out."

"Okay..." Kevin said, and started to work on unfastening Dean's pants.

Dean grabbed his hands. "Hey... this is supposed to be fun, it's not some test you have to pass."

Kevin looked confused and startled. He honestly wasn't sure what Dean meant.

Dean leaned in and gave him a soft, questioning kiss. "Somebody ought to be in charge, don't be scared to take control, but make it take a while, it's not a race."

Kevin leaned in, kissing him firmly, giving his lip a tiny, painless pull as he let go. "Better?"

Dean's breath had quickened, "Oh, yeah."

Kevin pressed Dean's chest, rolling him onto his back as he situated himself above Dean, wondering about what he could do to turn him on. All he really had to go on was porn which he'd always heard was unrealistic, and what he knew he liked. He kissed Dean more deeply, pressing his tongue between Dean's lips, bringing his hands to Dean's neck, trailing his fingers along Dean's jaw.

Dean didn't seem to mind the weight Kevin was putting through his forearms on Dean's bare chest, but Kevin wanted more skin to skin connection, and wrapped his arms around Dean, bringing their chests together, and moving to kiss his neck.

"Hmmm... that's good, but be careful..." Dean whispered comfortably.

"I won't leave any marks." Kevin mumbled against his skin.

"I appreciate that, but I meant stubble, it can tear your lips up." Dean said, dragging the pads of his fingers up Kevin's ribs, making him shiver.

Kevin nuzzled into the corner where Dean's neck and shoulder met, his lips and tongue gently working at the skin there. Dean gasped quietly and gripped Kevin's waist. Kevin slowly moved along Dean's collar bone, feeling Dean's chest move with his quickening breath. He moved lower, at an angle, suddenly rasping one of Dean's nipples with his tongue, making Dean choke on a moan. He sucked the nipple into his mouth, biting down gently, feeling it with his teeth, trying not to let go as Dean's hips bucked against him.

Kevin brought a hand between them, feeling Dean outside of his jeans. First with faint, delicate contact, and then grabbing him firmly.

"Oh, god... squeeze a little hardeHMNG!" Dean bucked again, "AH! ... that's good."

Kevin sat up, straddling Dean's thighs, reaching for his belt, but Dean stopped him. "Wait, wait, let me look at you first...

Dean didn't just look, he sat up and started running his hands over Kevin's skin, taking in every inch with his eyes. Kevin was hard again from the sounds he had brought out of Dean. Dean slowly made his way there, taking Kevin into his hands.

Kevin allowed his eyes to fall shut, steadying himself with Dean's shoulders, as Dean's fingers teased at his hard flesh.

Dean started to pick up a rhythm.

"Oh, god... Dean... I wanna suck you off."

"That's not going to much for you." Dean responded, tightening his grip.

Kevin was determined to go through with it this time, and pushed Dean's shoulders back into the bed. He had the other man's pants open in what he was sure had to be record time, and immediately had him in his mouth.

When Dean had asked him in the dungeon how long he'd been thinking about this, Kevin hadn't lied. Dean had also been right when he'd made the comment about Kevin sounding hopeful when he'd asked about the 'sex torture dungeon' years ago.

Kevin managed to get his mouth tight enough, and moving fast enough to have Dean struggling to control himself. He had to put both of his hands on Dean's hips to keep from gagging when Dean would thrust upward on instinct.

Dean whimpered and moaned as Kevin pulled all the way off, and ducked lower, taking both of Dean's testicles into his mouth, and working at them with his tongue.

"Ohhh! God damn, Kevin... what the hell?" Dean looked down, moaning.

Kevin pulled back. "What?" He asked impatiently.

"You.. uh... you're... OHGOD!" Dean yelped as Kevin put his mouth on him again, fast and tight like he'd never stopped, taking Dean's balls in hand, and pulling gently.

Kevin carefully switched his mouth for his other hand, and looked up... "Dean... can I fuck you?"

This got Dean's attention. Between moans, he managed to answer. "Any way you want."

Kevin, his newfound confidence firmly in place, and an aching, straining erection between his legs, reached for the bottle of lube.

Dean was right about knowing how, having felt it done to himself. Dean wasn't exactly of much use to him at the moment, lost in Kevin's ministrations.

"Are you ready? I can't tell." Kevin said, looking at Dean's face.

Dean nodded. "How do you want me?"

"Roll over for me."

Dean turned onto his side and brought his knees under him, as Kevin lined himself up.

"Ready when you are." Dean said, trying to be helpful so Kevin wouldn't lose his nerve.

Kevin pressed in slowly, letting his head fall back at the feeling of Dean's tight, warm, wet body encasing him. He started to move almost immediately, going slow. Painfully slow.

"Dean..? You okay?" Kevin asked, not stopping.

"I'm great. Feels really nice." Dean said softly, enjoying the movement.

Kevin pushed as far in as he could go. "That good spot... am I near it?"

"Not really, but I can help make it easy. Stay with me..." Dean said, slowly starting to move toward the headboard. Kevin watched closely as the muscles in Dean's back and shoulders rippled.

Dean put his hands on top of the headboard, gripping it tightly, his body at an angle. "Okay, how's that feel?"

Kevin moved just a bit. "It's tighter."

"Move some more." Dean said.

Kevin started to thrust in and out slowly, trying to pay attention to Dean's instructions about finding the right angle. After a few minutes, all he could make out was moaning, and a few words encouraging him to go harder, faster.

He ran one of his hands up Dean's back, feeling the tight muscles, bringing it back down Dean's ribs, and gripping his hips.

Vaguely, Kevin became aware of Dean shaking with each thrust. "That it?"

"AUGH! Yeah, that's.. MMH! That's it! That's it!.. That's awesome..." Dean was pushing back against him worth each thrust.

Kevin felt close, but wasn't sure he would be able to hold back much longer. He brought his hands in front of Dean, feeling his tight abs, slipping lower. Letting go of Dean's hips had made his thrusting a little more sloppy on the angle, but he had a feeling soon he'd make up for it.

He wrapped one hand around Dean's cock, cupping him with the other, and started to drive his hips into his hands with every thrust.

"Ohhhh, god! Kevin!... I'm gonna..." Dean shook and roared with his release.

Kevin felt him tighten up, and continued, trying to finish himself off. Dean held tight to the headboard, and tried to give Kevin a better angle, while trying to keep Kevin from hitting his prostate again. His breathing slowed, and he started attempting to encourage the younger man. "AH,... keep going, don't stop... I want to feel it..."

Kevin thrust even harder. "Yeah, you want to feel me come inside you?"

Dean winced, trying desperately to let Kevin keep going, moaning more from experiencing pain in his now overused tissues. "Yeah, I want it!... I want it deep inside me!"

Kevin closed his eyes, visualizing Dean's wrists shackled to the wall in front of them, chains pulled tight as he struggled, desperate to get as much of Kevin's dick inside him as possible.

Kevin buried himself deep within Dean, his body shaking, collapsing on to Dean's strong back.

"Kevin..." Dean moaned. "That was really hot... can you move?"

Kevin slipped to the bed, completely spent, but uniquely satisfied.

Dean shook slightly as Kevin slipped out of his tight hole.

He stretched a little as he moved, his arms slightly cramped.

"Man, it's been a while since I let anybody do that..." Dean said, turning to look down at Kevin. "You okay?... Did you over do it?"

Kevin didn't answer.