Dean was rather enjoying this. It seemed for them things were beyond words. He was enjoying kissing Sam over and over again. His lips were addictive and something he wanted more each time. Dean’s hands were moving around over top of the fabric of his shirt but started to move up underneath it brushing along the skin. Dean’s hand moved around his front and pushed his hand down along the front of Sam’s pants. More than anything he would love to feel that familiar bulge grow again.
He was lost in kissing him, his glasses becoming crooked. He bit on his lip as he pulled back. Dean started to run his lips along his neck when he heard the name of the boy he was kissing and it wasn’t from him. Dean looked up and looked over his shoulder at the figure of Booth Huntington. He looked at Sam and then back to Booth. “What the hell is he doing here?” He asked sternly to Sam as he took his hands off Sam and stepped back.
Dean was crushed, Sam had invited Booth. He didn’t want to spend time with that idiot. He wanted Sam to himself. He wanted to soak up all the kissing he could get. Dean didn’t know how long this phase would last with Sam and he wanted as much as he could have.
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