Finally at home, Ben stared up at his ceiling while lying in his own bed. It had been well over a week since they had returned with the cure for his mom. Though the cure didn't work right away, doctors already said they were seeing real improvements. Still, his mom wouldn't be able to come home for at least two weeks, most likely more. Dean and he hadn't spoken much during that time. He knew it wasn't Dean's fault, but he still felt hurt. They hadn't slept in the same bed since that night in the motel on the way home. He had rolled over and kissed the back of Dean's neck, and told him he still loved him.

Dean had turned halfway around, meeting his eyes in the dimly lit room. Finally, his smile spread across his face. Neither of them had done anything sexual either. He hadn't even jerked off when he took his showers. The lack of stimulation had been startling. After their first time together last year, they hadn't skipped sex once in all the time until just recently. He had forgotten what it felt like to go without for a while. Below, his hard on was starting to hurt from lack of use, and his nut sack had become huge as well. Reaching down, he pushed his hand under the waist line of his boxers and felt the precum leaking out his piss slit. Giving his shaft a couple of jerks, he couldn't get the idea of Dean out of his head.

Sighing, he sat up and listened to the dark house. The only sounds were from the box fan he had running during the night and the hum of the AC kicking on downstairs. Pulling his blankets off him, he swung his feet over the side and placed them on the floor. Glancing down, he eyed his hard cock poling through the opening of his boxers. Hoping Dean would forgive his lack of interest in him, he stood and walked out of his room in silence. Down the hall, the door to the master bedroom stood ajar. Tip toeing closer, the sounds of Dean's deep breathing became more obvious. Pushing through the door, he stood at the foot of the bed, staring intently at Dean's form moving up and down. He slept over on the right side of the bed, where he usually slept, leaving the left side unoccupied.

Moving around to his side, he slipped under the covers as quietly and carefully as possible. Dean's breath remained deep and rhythmic. Leg's splayed out, Ben could easily make out the outline of his hard cock. It looked massive. Maybe that was just because it had been so long since he'd seen it last. Scooting over closer, he noted Dean's breathing changing as he finally lay beside him. Right arm raised up and behind his head, his armpit was exposed completely. The hairs moved around due to the ceiling fan on above the bed. Leaning in, he took a whiff of the smell. It was definitely clean, having the Irish spring scent he loved so much. Reaching down, he dropped his hand on his lower stomach. Dean grunted and looked over, eyes blinking with tiredness.

Even in the dark, Ben could make out the smile that slowly formed across him face. Unable to help it, he rushed forward, pushing their lips together heatedly. Moaning into the kiss, Dean turned sideways and pushed his leg over his own.

"Can I touch you?" Dean asked, sounding unsure.

"You'd better, my dick hurts." He whined, reaching over and taking hold of Dean's hand.

Dean chuckled softly, letting his arm being pulled down. When he was sure he would get the idea, he released his hand and turned onto his back. A large hand slid down his side before changing course and across his belly. Finger tips pulled at the waistband of his boxers, before they slid under. Dean's fingers scratched at his quickly growing pubic bush. He paused, and pulled at them gently.

"You're going to be hairier than me." He whispered.

"I hope so, I love all that manly hair." He said softly.

"What do you want me to do, Ben?" he asked, letting his fingertips brush briefly at the base of his shaft before pulling away.

"Oh…" he said, feeling disappointed.

"Tell me." He breathed, using his thumb to rub the head of his cock.

"Get me off, please." He pressed.

"You want a hand job?" he said, letting his fingers finally wrap around the base.

"Anything." He gasped, as Dean squeezed his length.

"Suck." He said, pulling his hand out of his boxers.

Groaning, he nodded and let Dean place fingers into his mouth. He could smell his own meat, that slightly sweaty yet manly scent that he loved so much. Sitting up, Dean pulled the fingers out of his mouth and reached down to his ass. He winced as he pushed into his own hole and scissor himself quickly. Ben stared at him. If Dean did this, he wouldn't last. One thrust and he'd cum.

"When was the last time you got off?" he asked, pushing the blankets off of them.

Ben looked down, noticing Dean was completely nude. His thick uncut cock swung heavy over his groin as he straddled him. Foreskin covering the head, he reached down and jerked it a couple of times, forgetting Dean's question. Bucking his hips into his hand, Dean dropped his hand to the bed. Hovering over him, Dean reached down and held his teen cock pointed upwards out of the opening in his boxers. Giving him a last wink, Dean sank onto him. Ben threw back his head, trying to hold it in. The heat and the pressure around his member was amazing, too amazing. Coming to rest at the base, looked down at him. Biting his lip, Ben squinted up at him. Dean squeezed his ass around him, and he lost it.

"Dean…" he whimpered, then he came, without Dean even pushing himself back up.

Eyes widening, he smirked and squeezed his ass again. Ben's hips thrusted upward, even though his dick didn't move at all. It still felt better than just lying there and releasing his seed. Eyes closed, he reached out with shaking hands and wrapped them around Dean's uncut cock, lightly squeezing his massive nuts. Finally his orgasm ended. Panting hard, he pulled on Dean's dick. Getting the idea, he pushed himself up and off his dick with his knees. Then, he shuffled forward, his cock aimed right at his mouth.

"Damn, you had a lot of cum in you, I can't hold it in my ass." He chuckled.

At that point he felt hot droplets of liquid plop down on his belly, and then stomach as Dean maneuvered his way up to his mouth. Opening it, he waited as Dean's member was finally in range of his tongue. Sticking his tongue out, he waited until the head was almost inside. Using his tongue, he pushed it between Dean's foreskin and the head. Swirling it around two or three times before peering upwards. Dean must have guessed what he was about to do, but didn't have time to act. Ben bit down on the certain part on the foreskin he had found earlier. Gasping, Dean threw a hand out and placed it on the headboard while using his other to push Ben's head onto his cock. Cum erupted inside his mouth, more than he had ever cum before. Rope after rope hit the back of his throat before finally sliding down the walls. Coughing, he tried to pull off but the grip on the back of his head was iron. No longer able to hold it all in, white liquid began to leak out the corners of his lips, running in lines down to his chin and finally dripping onto his chest.

"Jesus!" Dean mumbled, releasing his head and actually falling backward.

Luckily Ben ducked and rotated his head to the left. Had he left his head in the same spot, Dean's feet would have slammed into him. Chuckling, they lay there for a long while. Dena's thighs rested across his own. His head lay at the foot of the bed while his own rested on the pillows. Glancing down, he noticed his cock was still hard and poking through his boxers. Grunting, he reached down and took hold of Dean's large hand and dropped it on his cock. Snorting, Dean wrapped his hand around his length and began to pump. Thrusting his hips into his hand, he shot another load after only a minute of Dean's help. Cum shot upward and rained down across his entire body, leaving him a sticky mess. Dean's sticky hand grabbed his own and pulled it down to his. Ben laughed aloud as his hand was wrapped around Dean's large shaft. Sitting up, he added his other hand and jerked him hard and fast, leaning over his crotch. Dean grunted, and Ben quickly pushed his cock toward his body. This time, all the cum landed on Dean, and not a drop on himself. Both breathing hard, Ben grunted and crawled atop Dean, pressing into him.

"I love you Dean." He whispered.

"I know you do. And I love you. I wanted to give you some space." He said warmly, cupping his cheek.

"Love you so much." He breathed again, leaning in and pressing his mouth into Dean's.