the grossness, the mess. how it's both the eroticism of something infantile.

base needs.

john and dean being forced to take a couple days off (waiting on a part for the impala, a weapon, whatever). having the night and the room to themselves.

starting off as a joke- they're settled down for a movie, dean throwing popcorn at john. john growling, wrestling with him. pinned to the couch. if youre gonna waste food like that, maybe you need some help eating it.. one big hand around dean's wrists the other plucking kernels from his shirt into dean's laughing mouth.

grinding into his lap, getting him hard. dean's the one that pulls john into the bedroom, and john grabs the half pack of fresh beers as he does so.

fumbling on the mattress (dean on his back of course). and it's not... well john's a little drunker than he thought, esp after downing one of the beers in nearly a single pull, dean's eyes wide. he really should get up and pee, but dean's insistent. they can make it fast, that was so hot, please dad just another minute.

it's kind of.. annoying.

he wants to be a brat? okay. he liked the popcorn perfectly fine, how about beer? pours half a bottle too quickly down dean's throat, holds his face so his lips stay wrapped around it. open shocked face staring up at him.

john drinks the rest, and a fresh one. now it's really bad, bladder tightening and nerves spiked. he couldn't piss now if he wanted to, and it's almost insulting that dean would do this. make john like this. so he's rougher than usual, so what? dean's moaning and squirming and so after john comes..

he just. lets. go.

aims the last splashes on his boy's dumbstruck face and still hard dick. groaning when he's done, collapsing to the side (out of the way of the wet spot). cracking up at the absurdity of it all while dean stares at the ceiling.

the maid's gonna kill us.

aw, don't worry. the card was nearly maxed out anyway and we'll leave her a big tip in cash, how's about that?

..okay