Once a Nerd Ch. 12 - Sex Stories

Once a Nerd Ch. 12

... into my scalp, behind my ears. Thumbs rolling down my nape. His hands slip the back of my shirt and drag slow, hot stripes along my spine. You'd think the drawn-out petting would put me to sleep, but—

I press my thighs together, humiliated.

Dean's not remotely hard in his shorts, it'sjust me. He's content with this mellow, familial atmosphere. He's content to hold me close through this garbage-fire of a movie, satiated on three slices of pie.I should be content with this too, what the fuck is wrong with me. His detergent, the organic scent of his skin a layer beneath, clouds my head. Even relaxed as we are, the strength trapped in his muscle maintains a line of tension against my body. He's sogoddamn hot, like he's always on the cusp of a fever—

"Bathroom." I mumble, pushing up. I'd hate to ruin this sweet, onefold moment between us, for one. I'm alsogenuinely scared for my ability to walk through the weekend.

"You okay?" He turns to appraise me, and I wish to God he'd keep his eyes on the...bestiality?—happening on screen.

"Yeah, just—"

"Hey, woah, where the fuck do you think you're off to like that, huh?"

Shit.

He's got me firmly by the forearm, trapping me in an awkward kneel between his legs, one foot on the floor. Eagle-eyed bastard. Dean curls a finger in the waistband of my sweatpants suggestively, tugging. He raises expectant, questioning brows. "Why didn't you say something, Sammy?"

Wha—

Does he expect me to...answer that?

My face ...

... is burning, and I drop my head to hide behind my hair. "Dean, seriously—nngh! Shit!"

Yanking on my arm, he drags me gracelessly into his lap. I've no concept of how he got himself upright at the same time, but his feet are flat to the floor. His waist is thick enough to put a strain in my hip flexors, andJesus Christ, he's already half-hard—

"See? Now we'reboth hard." I can hear the smarmy grin in his voice as he grinds himself against my ass. I hate how good it feels, how fucking easy I am for him. Just the outline of his cock through two layers of clothing is enough to make my guts clench with need. It reminds me of how miserably empty I am, and how much better I'll feel with that piece of Dean snapped into place. I clench around his shoulders, fighting the hindbrain urge to rut back into him.

"The—movie, it was...nice—"

"...you...liked it? ThanksKilling?" He's flabbergasted.

"No, asshole! Just...relaxing with you, I didn't want to..."

Dean breathes a soft, affectionate laugh, pressing his face to the underside of my jaw. He nips at the sensitive skin there. "Don't be embarrassed with me, please. If you want me to fuck you, speak up. If you want me to take it easy, say that too. I know I went...a little crazy last time, I'm sorry. You just...make me fucking crazy, Sammy. You make meinsane. I love you so goddamn much, and I want to fuck youall the time. I was working so hard to watch this movie."

"Mm—nngh, Dean—I...I get it." I admit weakly, unable to ...