Dean slammed the door to Rory's house behind him, his emotions simmering beneath the surface. Did Paris really like Jess? That could make sense and explain why the guy was there... Yet something about that story didn't quite convince him. Rory seemed to stumble through excuses and, as for Jess, well, just his smug face lingered in the back of his thoughts. Dean gritted his teeth, trying to calm the storm brewing inside him as he stepped onto the sidewalk, about to head home.

"Well, that went well" A familiar voice broke the silence of the night, causing Dean to freeze mid-step. There, under the streetlamp, stood Jess leaning casually against the post with his hands stuffed in his pockets, his smirk as infuriating as ever.

"What are you still doing here?" Dean demanded, low and controlled, though his body betrayed his anger. Despite this, the other boy shrugged nonchalantly.

"Oh, you know me. Can't resist watching a good show. And man, that was some grade-A entertainment back there. You and Rory should take it on tour" Jess replied, tilting his head a bit, his grin never wavering.

"Walk away, Jess. Don't test me" Dean growled as he stepped toward him, his fists tightening.

"Test you? I'm just trying to help out. You might want to ease up on the whole caveman thing. It's not a great look..." Jess said, his tone shifting to one of mock concern. That was it. Dean surged forward, grabbing the other boy by the front of his shirt and lifting him off the ground. He slammed him against the tree behind him, the bark scraping against Jess's jacket.

"Stay. Away. From. Her." Dean spelled, each word sharp and punctuated by his barely contained fury. Jess, however, remained infuriatingly calm. Even with the taller guy looming over him, his expression was casual, his smirk still intact.

"Careful, Dean. You keep this up and someone might think you're overcompensating" Jess quipped, his voice light and teasing. Dean's grip tightened for a moment, his knuckles white, before he suddenly let go, shoving the rebellious kid back one last time for good measure. Jess stumbled slightly, adjusting his shirt as the taller one turned to leave.

"You're not worth it" Dean muttered, over his shoulder.

"Funny... You keep saying that and yet here you are" Jess called after him, pushing off the tree and taking a step forward. His tone was quieter now, but no less pointed. That was the final straw. Dean spun around, his wrath erupting as he charged at the other boy, slamming him hard against the tree. Jess let out a grunt, the force knocking the air out of his lungs.

"Say one more word. I dare you" Dean growled, leaning in close. For a moment, Jess said nothing, just catching his breath. Then, his lips curled into a faint grin.

"Word" Jess uttered, breathless but taunting. Dean's vein popped. Blinded by rage, he whipped the rebellious kid around and pressed his body firmly against his, pinning him closer to the tree. Jess sneered with superiority, Dean's aggressive reaction was as predictable as ever. What was he planning to do? Beat the shit out of him? So cliché. Instead, the taller boy did something unexpected. His hands reached around to the front of the other's jeans and worked to unbutton 'em. It was quick, catching him off guard. Jess turned his head as Dean lowered his loosened jeans just enough to slide his hand into the back of his boxers, his long fingers trailing down the swell of his ass. Jess shuddered, a lump in his throat.

"What? Not acting all tough now?" Dean asked cockily, meeting the other boy's eyes. Jess looked like a scared dog. The tall boy slipped his digit teasingly between his cheeks and rubbed against the puckered hole, eliciting a soft whimper at the touch. The rebellious kid bit his lip but held Dean's gaze, ignoring the finger probing at his opening.

"I-I didn't know you had those kinds of tendencies… Touching guy's priv-" Jess tried to joke, attempting to mask his discomfort. He was, however, cut off mid-sentence as two digits abruptly entered him. There was no warning. They went in roughly and forcefully, pushing to the knuckles. A raw cry resonated from the depths of Jess's chest as his ass was breached. He looked around to see if anybody was there, if anybody had heard him. Nobody. With tears threatening, he turned straight ahead and leaned his face against the bark of the tree, the fingers inside him beginning to move. Dean pulled his digits almost all the way out before easing back in, curling 'em with deliberate movements. It burned. No, that hurt. Jess squeezed his eyes shut feeling as if he were being split in two.

"Fuck, you're so tight…" Dean whispered in the other's ear as his inner walls squirmed and quivered around him. Jeez, that did make him feel like a man. He continued to thrust deep, coiling his fingers while his nails dug into Jess's flesh hard enough to pierce the tender skin. Actually, he was surprised that he wasn't drawing blood.

The rebellious kid took the fingerbang the best he could. His body was trapped by the taller one's, with no way to escape. Little did he know, the worst was yet to come... With a sadistic glint in his gaze, Dean twisted his digits again and scissored 'em to stretch him further, making way for another finger to join. A third digit was soon added, spreading him even more. The pain was piercing, the violent movements leaving no time to accommodate the jabbing intrusion. Then, a shock of pleasure coursed through his entire body… They had found it. His prostate. Jess's eyes widened in a daze as his sweet spot was hit over and over again by deft fingers buried in him.

"D-Dean… Please…" Jess pleaded, unsure whether he was begging for him to stop or to continue. He was… He was overwhelmed. Without meaning to, he found himself pushing his hips back for more friction and craning his head back to rest on the other's shoulder. Dean sensed what was coming but didn't let up. No, he wanted the upper hand. So he reached deeper and faster, alternating his digits between sliding and crooking, each thrust brushing against the sensitive bundle of nerves. That was too much. With a strangled groan, Jess came untouched, spilling his load into his boxers.

"Dirty slut..." Dean commented, realizing what was going on due to the spasming contractions around his fingers. Annoyed, he promptly withdrew his digits, leaving the rebellious kid empty and clenching at nothing. A part of him hated that Jess had enjoyed what had happened. That hadn't been his intent… or maybe had it? Dean chose not to confront the issue and pulled away from Jess, letting him go. Jess collapsed to the ground, his legs weak and numb, as he tried to recover from the intense experience of being finger-fucked and his recent orgasm. "Leave Rory alone. Got it?"

That said, Dean turned his back and stepped away, shaking his head in frustration. Jess watched the tall boy disappear and grinned, catching his breath, the sticky patch on the front of his boxers growing larger with every passing second.