Waiting for Stewart was almost painful. He was waiting against the stacks his book at his feet looking at direction that Stewart had to come from. He was dying to see him, and his stomach turning just as his heart was racing. Dean wanted to see him, he wanted to kiss him, and he wanted to touch him. Dean was dying for it, as it had been too long since he had done anything with him.
Doing some extra reading?
Dean saw him and heard his voice. His eyes ran up his body and looked at Stewart seeing that smirk on his face. Dean moved closer to him and his hands rested on his chest. He was not particularly looking for words right now; he had done enough talking with Sam. Yeah it sounded bad but there was time for talking later. Stewart and he could talk any time.
Without much thought he pushed him up against the stacks of the books and his body pressed against him before his lips made contact against Stewart’s. Dean dragged his tongue along the outside of Stewart’s lips searching for entrance as his hand moved down Stewart’s side. He wanted to touch his skin; he wanted his hand up Stewart’s shirt. He just wanted Stewart it was as simple as that.
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