[The problem, although it's hard to call it one right now, is that he likes Dean pushing, demanding, sometimes even when it's too much. He really does mean to only stay for a moment, but then Dean is crowding him up against the wall and biting at his lip and he forgets all sense of plan or propriety. He lets out another sound, soft, but this one can only be read as encouragement. By the time Dean stops, his own breathing has gone ragged and shaky, and one of the hands on Dean's chest has drifted recklessly down towards his stomach.
He stays quiet as Dean break away to cool off, anything but cool with his heat and weight against him, the heat of his breath against his ear. He tries to catch his own, leaning his head back against the wall, staring at the ceiling. The kiss that follows is sweeter, but it still makes his throat hitch, eyes falling shut for a moment. His hands haven't moved, and now as Dean pulls away he lets his fingers curl in his shirt. His eyes open to catch Dean's, very dark, both questioning and inviting.
He can't say he doesn't know what brought this on, and maybe he should say something to try to reassure him again, or to at least bring his heartrate back down. What he does, instead, is lick his lips and shoot another glance up the corridor, then drop one hand to deliberately reach up behind himself and press the elevator call button.]
I think the CES will still be there in ten minutes.
Spam
He stays quiet as Dean break away to cool off, anything but cool with his heat and weight against him, the heat of his breath against his ear. He tries to catch his own, leaning his head back against the wall, staring at the ceiling. The kiss that follows is sweeter, but it still makes his throat hitch, eyes falling shut for a moment. His hands haven't moved, and now as Dean pulls away he lets his fingers curl in his shirt. His eyes open to catch Dean's, very dark, both questioning and inviting.
He can't say he doesn't know what brought this on, and maybe he should say something to try to reassure him again, or to at least bring his heartrate back down. What he does, instead, is lick his lips and shoot another glance up the corridor, then drop one hand to deliberately reach up behind himself and press the elevator call button.]
I think the CES will still be there in ten minutes.