The Sleepless Sleepover

Okay so I lied. This was not a quick update. I am sorry! Thanks go very much to my faithful reader Kylee. Thank you so much! I'm so happy someone is enjoying this pairing.

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THE SLEEPLESS SLEEPOVER

Chapter 3

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Dean had never felt so good in his life. He had never felt so fulfilled. At first, he had been nervous. He had started to think, what was he doing? How bad would it hurt? Maybe this was too fast? but at the same time his body was begging him, pleasepleaseplease, and he couldn't resist it, or Kenrick.



The faerie boy had a firm, strong body, and his cock pressing into Dean was big. It pulsed and scraped, at first, at the walls in his body, and it hurt. But when Kenrick started to move faster, oh it felt heavenly. Dean felt so full.



The mouth on that boy did help a lot. Dean shuddered and groaned and swore, as that hot hot tongue licked and sucked over his body. It seemed to be wanting to comfort but at the same time it was hungry. Hunger made it fast, and then it remembered comfort and moved slow, so slow it was torture.



Dean's entire body felt on fire, he was so hot. The sheets were cool and hot alternately from his sweat and his rubbing against them.



When it started to feel really fucking good, Dean couldn't breathe with his head down. So he turned it to the side, and with each press of Kenrick's body into him, he was flying to some beautiful place. He could feel the pleasure churning in him. His cock was throbbing a quick beat, he felt as if all his blood was down there. Whenever Kenrick hit this certain point deep within him, his entire body arched up because it felt so good. He started to move in time to Kenrick's rhythm. Wow, that felt even better.



Within him, Kenrick's cock was so hard and full, and pressed at various angles. It swelled and filled him more, and teased a couple times by only just entering him. When it pressed very hard, the pleasure shot all through him.



At some point, Dean could feel a lightness and tingling in the air. Magic. He gasped as he heard the now-familiar sound of Kenrick's wings fluttering. When they were in Kenrick's world, Kenrick took him flying sometimes. Now that sound was above him again, and moved in time to their bodies.



Suddenly those soft, soft wings were drifting over Dean's body. Oh that felt good. The combination of soft with Kenrick's hard thrusts was killing Dean. It was so fucking good. He found he groaned, "Oh, fuck," a couple times when the combination was especially thrilling; for example, when Kenrick buried himself deep, while at the same time his wings slid a trail up Dean's back.



Then Kenrick was biting him, over and over in this frantic, hungry fashion that drove Dean wild. He loved knowing that the faerie boy was totally out of control; that he had given in to the sensations and sounds and senses, and everything was so good that he was going mad. His bites at Dean's skin were just hard enough to be titillating. Dean was surprised to find that he liked it, but he did, and made a point to encourage more.



Finally they slowed, and slowed, and then Kenrick thrust into Dean one more time. Dean felt that heat of Kenrick's cock within him one more time, and then another heat, and wetness. The sensation was so good that it had him coming, too, with a gasp of Kenrick's name.



When  Kenrick moved to lie down next to Dean, Dean felt a little empty and alone. He rolled onto his back, wincing a little at the new pain in his rear, and shifted closer to the fae boy. Kenrick's wings had disappeared again, but his face tattoo was still there. He lay with one arm against his forehead, panting. Dean sat up a little, and stared down at his beautiful lover.



Kenrick had pale skin and dark hair. His yellow eyes were at half-mast, and his eyelashes were so long. His face was relaxed, and his red lips open. His body was stretched out fully on Dean's bed, and Dean admired the long torso and the longer legs. He traced the muscles tight in his lover's panting chest, and the dark hair leading down to that wonderful cock that had pressed in him. He let his hand fall down to the thighs, and just pressed there, staring at Kenrick in all his beauty. Kenrick was sweaty, his skin hot and slippery to touch, especially his thighs and around his neck and belly. But it was all good to Dean.



--- Kenrick's POV ---



Kenrick loved the way that Dean was looking at him and touching him. In fact, it was starting to make him feel a little prickle of desire. That touch on his body was so explorative, but now it was accepting, and calm with the knowledge that they had fulfilled their needs. Dean's callused hands were gentle and slow, tender even, as they grazed over Kenrick.



Dean touched at Kenrick's cheek, and then his neck, dipping in the sweat pooled by his collarbone. His hand drifted down Kenrick's chest, and even, mmm, lower, and down to his thighs. There, Dean's hand seemed to revel in the slickness of those thighs that had pressed against him, even as his gaze was on Kenrick's cock.



Against his own judgment Kenrick was getting hard again. He saw how Dean noticed it in the way the boy's hazel gaze flicked up to Kenrick's face for a second, and watched when Kenrick's tongue licked his lips. At that, Dean swallowed hard, and his gaze moved down again. He let himself take a long time until his gaze reached Kenrick's cock again, but Kenrick found that even more arousing, that Dean found his body that good to look at.



Now Dean was the one who licked his own lips. Kenrick was surprised when Dean's sweaty, warm hand wrapped around his cock. He heard a groan come from his own throat as Dean's thumb began to rub up and down his length. He realized, Dean hadn't much touched him there, yet. There had been that one time, only.



Dean's fingernails slid slowly up the underside of Kenrick's cock. Kenrick shuddered at that sweet sensation. He opened his eyes when he felt the heat of Dean's breath over him, and watched as the boy lowered his head down. He eyed the firm line of those shoulders, and then suddenly the boy's tongue was licking him. Kenrick sat up, arching his hips up to that heat and wet. He moaned as Dean's tongue swirled around and around the head, and his fingers fisted in locks of the human's hair.



He started to move, slowly, and to his surprise that mouth opened easily, eagerly, and let his entire cock slip in. God it was so wet and hot. Ganra it felt good! Kenrick started to move faster, and Dean was groaning, licking his tongue all over and groaning loudly. His head began to bob, up and down, up and down, and Kenrick was floating higher and higher on the sensations.



When his eyelids fluttered, he noticed the sticky wet of Dean's come remained on the boy's stomach from his orgasm earlier. Mmm. Kenrick wanted to taste that, even if his cock was pleading with him. If he could taste so much in Dean's mouth, on Dean's sweat soaked skin, what of his come? Taste was a stronger sense in faerie than it was in humans.



Dean was surprised when Kenrick's hand tilted his chin back, up, and he said, "But - " when Kenrick reversed their positions. But Kenrick didn't go for Dean's cock, which was erect and slick against his belly. Instead, Kenrick started to lick up that sticky come, and as he licked, he moaned an ongoing stream of sounds and "mmm," and "good."



Dean's come was sharp and salty in Kenrick's mouth, and he felt ripples of pleasure in him, not only because of the taste but because of the memories of earlier. He could taste the earlier pleasure and surprise and longing in Dean.



He knew it had surprised Dean at first, but now it was arousing. Droplets of precome shook and dripped down the boy's long cock. Kenrick followed them down, down to deeper, now-familiar crevices, and Dean pushed against him.



But then, when Kenrick lifted his head up, Dean remembered what he had left. Determined, he grabbed hold of Kenrick's shoulders and pushed him down onto the bed. Kenrick's head was at the foot of the bed now. He stretched his legs and opened them wider, to accept Dean's need to pleasure him.



That tongue was eager, swiping up hinting droplets, and then eagerly took in Kenrick's cock again and again. Kenrick whispered his lover's name as that mouth moved faster. He slammed a fist in his mouth as he came, spurting his load into Dean's mouth. The boy drank, and drank, and then licked the remaining drops from Kenrick's thighs and his own chin. He came with a hard shudder after.



Then, Dean stretched his body to lie over Kenrick's with a soft moan. He lay there, panting, with his head against Kenrick's chest. Kenrick stroked his fingers through Dean's hair lovingly, smiling.



The room became quiet and soothing. An open window let in some cool air, and Kenrick revelled in the sensations, and having Dean's body over his. This was how lovers should be, he thought, kissing the top of Dean's head. The boy was draped over him with utter trust and contentedness. Kenrick rubbed ankles with his lover and Dean rubbed back.



"'Fuck.'" Kenrick tasted the way the word shot from his mouth. "I hear it a lot from other people; not so much from you. What does it mean? I'm not so familiar with slang."



Dean laughed, and it made Kenrick's body shake, too. "It's a swear word. It's also used to emphasize things. Some consider it very crude; I wouldn't say it around anyone's mother. Literally, it means what we were just doing...earlier..."



Kenrick laughed now. "Oh? Which part?"



Dean was quiet, and then said, "Uh, the part...the part you were just doing cleanup on."



Kenrick smirked. "Ah. Sex."



"Mm-hmm."



"Do you feel nervous...now that you aren't...what would it be, having fuck?"



Dean laughed, and it seemed to ease a little of the tension that had come in his body. "No. It's a verb. Fucking. Or, being fucked...or if you were having an argument with someone and were angry, it would be, 'fuck you.' Even though you don't really want to do that with them...it's weird, I guess."



"What would your sister think of you saying that word?"



"Um...she wouldn't really like it. But she wouldn't tell mom on me. She's more grownup than that now. And more on my side, heh. And...uh...for your other question, well...I guess I am a bit nervous..."



Dean shifted a little against Kenrick, but then he said, "But really, I...I loved it."



Kenrick decided to keep nerve wracking questions for tomorrow. He was feeling tired, too. "I loved it, too. Now let's sleep."



"Mm. Do I have to move?"



Kenrick growled. "Yes. But let me - " and with an arm, he turned Dean over so they were lying chest to chest. He pulled a sheet over them, leaving it draped around them from only waist down, and then with Dean's head on his chest, he fell asleep.



---- Dean's POV ----



When Dean woke up, it took him a moment to remember where he was and what had happened. He lifted his arm to find a strange heat lying beneath him. Was it an animal? Had Marilee had a nightmare and, like she had years ago, come to his bed for comfort? That hadn't happened since Dean was fourteen and Marilee eight. To have it happen now, when she was twelve, would be especially odd.



Then, he realized he was naked. What the hell? He sat up with a jolt, and then a hand landed on his arm, and fingers wrapped around it and pulled him back down.



It was only then that he remembered, to the sound of Kenrick's low chuckle. The faerie boy's voice was low and quiet as he whispered, "Did you forget where you were?"



Dean felt a flush burn from his chin to his hairlinee. "I...I guess so." He looked at his lover's face.



Kenrick was frowning. He sighed. "I feel insulted."



"Wha...? No it's just - "



"I'm joking! I'm joking! I know. I know...it's different." Kenrick's yellow eyes glowed with glee. He was smirking.



Dean started to laugh, and then stopped as Kenrick leaned up to nudge his cheek against Dean's. "Mmm." They stayed like that for a moment, and then Dean gave a lick to Kenrick's cheek, where the moving tattoo spiraled and moved. When he licked it, it stopped moving for a second, and then the picture changed from its faces and leaves and eyes, to sparks glancing out from the point where his tongue touched.



"It's still there." He wondered why. Why had Kenrick's tattoo and wings come into play last night? And why did one leave but not the other? He wondered how Kenrick managed it, or if it was even under the faerie's control.



"Yes, it is still there. I'm not really sure why; you know me, 'disorganized' as Hephzibah is always saying. I don't really keep track of all of these things. I keep better track of others than I do myself."



Kenrick's arms circled around Dean and then he flipped them over so that Dean was beneath him. His soft fingertips caressed Dean's cheek and combed up into his messy hair, and then he traced Dean's mouth with his thumb. Dean murmured, "I'll help keep track of you," even as he was thinking, how good and intimate it felt, to be with someone who really needed, wanted, and had feelings for him. Or, he hoped Kenrick did, because he was certainly feeling more and more sure of the relationship, the more it went on.



When Kenrick's tongue replaced his fingers in the tracing of Dean's mouth, Dean let his body go loose. His hand crept up the other boy's arm, and then jumped up to his neck. From there, he slid his touch up to the faerie's cheek, and stroked lightly. In response, the magic in the tattoo made his fingertips tingly. Kenrick's tongue was sidling up and down Dean's lips, and then finally he slipped his tongue within.



Dean let the faerie boy kiss him, but pulled back quick, and before Kenrick could say anything, he put his tongue on Kenrick's tattoo again and began to lick in slow, wet strokes. The fae's muscles tensed a little against Dean, but then he tilted his head into the caress, moaning. Dean could feel that body shivering over him, and again that trace of magic in the air.

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This could be the end of this particular fic. It just ends awkwardly because, in my original document, there is some plotty stuff after this...AFF isn't particularly for plotty stuff, now is it? ;D at least, not in my mind.

The stuff after this is basically a section where Dean's sister and mother discover that Dean and Kenrick are together, and Kenrick and Dean deal with that particular hurdle. There is more AFF-type sexy stuff after that...which I may upload as another fanfic.