"You're drivin'" he told Ben, tossing him the keys.
Ben blinked, looking from him down to the keys in his hand. He raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing his luck. Smiling, he leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Trying not to look triumphant, Ben reached out and yanked the door with more force than he intended. With the door locked, his sweaty hand slipped and he tripped over his feet, landing on his ass on the ground. Turning his head, he didn't want Ben to see his amusement, bruising his ego even more. From down on the ground, Ben stared up at him, his face red.
"Hey Ben," he said catching his eye, "I locked the doors, so press the unlock button on the key chain."
Ben's face turned crimson, as his eyebrow raised, obviously acting like he hadn't seen him take the fall.
"What are you doing on the ground?"he asked, trying to keep his voice from shaking from the laughter he was suppressing.
Grumbling, Ben looked down and pressed the key button. The doors clicked and he opened the door and got in the truck. Standing Ben walked to the door and glared in at him. Dean waved, letting him see his broad smiling. Scowling, Ben flipped him off and opened the door. He let out a bark of laughter just as Ben sat down and closed the door. Grinning, he scooted over and kissed him again. Giving a grudging smile, Ben turned and met his lips with a quick kiss.
"You're so fucking adorable when you look mad."he chuckled, dropping his hand to Ben's thigh as the engine roared to life.
"You're a jerk sometimes, you know it?"Ben mentioned, putting the truck into gear.
"Who? Me?" he asked, looking taken a back.
"Yes, you smart ass."he chuckled as they pulled out on to the highway.
"Well, I've got some surprises at home for you to make up for it all."he teased, squeezing his thigh, slowly moving his hand up until it rested just below his crotch. He yearned to do more, but Ben hadn't been driving long enough to be able to handle that kind of detraction along with driving.
"Dean?" he croaked looking down and over briefly.
"Yes?" he asked softly.
"Jerk me off please." he pleaded, bucking his hips up.
"No. Ben. I'm not trying to be mean or teasing, but you're just going to have to wait till we get home. You won't regret it, I promise." he said gently.
Ben stuck his bottom lip out and glanced over at him. In the past, this might have worked. However, Dean felt their relationship as a couple, yes a couple, was strong enough now that he no longer worried about hurting Ben's feelings over this kind of situation. Ben did need to be restrained sometimes. His energy level was still in development and hadn't yet reached it's adult's capacity. It was a good thing Dean kept in shape or Ben would wear him out easily, which he already struggled with. His sex life had been pretty often and enjoyable his whole life, but that paled in comparison to how much he was doing it with Ben. Before Ben, he'd have sex maybe once a week, possibly twice if he lowered his standards. With Ben...they had done it at least once a day, quite often twice a day since they had first slept together.
Smiling to himself, he caught Ben staring at him from the drivers seat.
"What?"he asked looking directly at him.
"Nothing..." Ben said softly, smiling."you had the cutest smile I've seen in a long time. What were you thinking?" he asked, turning his attention back to the road.
"Oh,"he chuckled, reached over and laid his left arm across Ben's shoulders." I was thinking about how much I get laid with you."he snickered.
"Well, I have to agree with you there." Ben replied, looking over quickly.
"I'm so happy with you Ben, and it's not just the sex either. You've become the light of my life and I can't picture what it would be like without you." he said gently, leaning over and pecking him on the cheek.
Ben's upper body turned pink with emotion.
"I love you too Dean." he said, slowing the truck as they made eye contact for a longer than normal period of time.
Shaking his head, he returned his full attention to the road and they sped on. A broad smile spread across Dean's face and he began to massage the back of Ben's neck as they continued on their way. They didn't often say the three words, usually only by accident. When they were used however, it was often accompanied by a long stretch of silence to reflect on what was said. He still worried about what would happen when Lisa was well enough to come home though.
Despite Castiel's announcement of there being no cure, Dean had urged and demanded Cass to keep looking for one. Had it been any other angel, Dean would have been blasted back to hell. Still Cass relented and started the long search. They had not heard back from him in over three months and he thought there really was no possible way Lisa could be saved. Cass not wanting to confront him with the bad news of no hope for Lisa was why he figured Cass hadn't checked back in with progress of his search. That had all changed one night a few months back. Dean had been laying on his back on the bed, legs in the air with Ben pounding him harder than normal. His eyes were closed as Ben's cock had been grinding on his prostate when he heard the flutter of wings in the air.
His eyes flew open, knowing exactly what he was going to see. Behind Ben's naked form stood Cass in his long trench coat with a large bulge being very visible in his crotch. Dean had bit down on his own lip to stop from letting Ben know what was going on. Ben's eyes were still closed, his entire concentration was directed at his cock pounding into his ass. Cass had cocked his head to the side, in his usual manner of taking in the situation at hand. Their eyes met, and he heard Cass in his head.
"Dean, umm..."the thought was only half formed before pausing, then his voice returned."I should go, I'll come back in a bit."
To tell the truth, he wanted Cass to join them, but now was not the time. Reluctantly, he gave Cass a slight nod. Ben plowed into him particularly hard and he blinked. In that brief time Cass had disappeared from sight. Staring up at Ben, he watched as his face tightened and his breathing became raged. He loved watching Ben's face when he came. His expression was so hot and veins on his neck started to become visible as Ben's cock pulled out and slammed back into him three or four times. His grunts changed in pitch to a low guttural tone. Dean had reached down and tugged his hard soar uncut cock two or three times, using the cum that had landed on his stomach during a hand less orgasm when Ben's dick had probed to much on his prostate and he had lost it. Panting, Ben leaned down and opened his eyes with a final grunt. He felt the hot liquid coat his inside, pooling against the walls. Just as he was about to cum, Ben reached down and knocked his hand out of the way, finishing the job for Dean.
"Fuck..."he had growled hoarsely and he shot his load all over his chest, the sensation becoming to much as his release ended and Ben's hand continued to jerk him. Bucking his hips, he tried to pull away from Ben's hand, but to no avail. Eventually he got his wits about him and tackled him in an effort to relieve his twitching and sensitive member. Chuckling, Ben push away, his own dick sliding out of his ass, leaving a slick liquid feel. Reaching out, he grabbed Ben's dick and pulled at it, knowing it was still too sensitive to be touched. Finally relenting, he fell on his back on the bed and Ben beside him. Ben had turned his head and kissed Dean on the cheek. His hand reached down and rubbed Dean's messy stomach. Turning his own head, he captured Ben's mouth. The hand on his stomach patted the surface, making little slapping sound from the semen still present. At the same time, both of their kisses turned into smiles. There was another flutter of wings and Ben had looked up and gasped as he saw the angel standing at the foot of the bed. Ben's ears turned red as Cass obviously studied his body. After a few moments, his head turned and stared at Dean. He smiled guiltily and looked away. Suspicious, he glanced down and noticed the zipper of his slacks was open. Smirking, he looked back up at the angel. Not meeting his eye, the angel turned and nodded at Ben, who was still surprised at the appearance. Dean sat up and studied Cass's slacks closer and saw what looked like a few wet spots down below the knees. Bursting out laughing, he looked up at Cass, who's ears looked as if they were on fire.
"I take it we were funner to watch than the porno you saw in that hotel room years ago." he chuckled, raising his eyebrows.
"I don't know what you're talking about Dean." he replied, still not meeting his eye.
"Ben, go over to Cass and study that wet spot below his knee and tell me what you think."he laughed.
"Oh, alright. I watched you two making love and I masturbated to it." he confessed, finally looking over and glaring at him.
"That's all I wanted to hear." he said, finally relenting and looked over at a smirking Ben and winked.
"So, what's up Cass?" he asked, stretching and sitting up in bed.
"Well...I have news."he said, his voice becoming serious.
Dean had stood and was making his way to the bathroom to clean on the mess on his stomach. At Cass's words, he stopped dead in his tracks and turned and studied the angel's scruffy face. When Cass gave him a half smile, his heart leapt, but he kept it in for the moment. Dean had asked Cass to find a cure, but had not let Ben in on the request. He didn't want to get his hopes up. The look on the face in front of him had to be a sign not all was lost. Still, he decided to not let Ben know until he had taken in all the facts. Glancing to Ben, who had become silent and unmoving as a statue, he wondered how to proceed. He needed time to think, but there was no way Ben would let Cass and him alone to discuss something important. Becoming accustomed to his moods, Ben could tell what the unspoken conversation was going to be about, and he would be a part of it no matter what.