Passion And Heat

Dean smiled as he recalled the fond memories of his time with his sister's kids. The warmth of nostalgia enveloped him, and he closed his eyes, allowing his thoughts to drift to other moments—anything to distract himself from the storm of emotions brewing within.

After a while, the door creaked open again, and Dean's eyes fluttered open. It was Alex once more, but this time, he looked different—slightly disheveled and weary, as if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders.

"Is Kikki asleep?" Dean asked, his voice soft and slightly tentative.

Alex nodded, his expression serious as he walked over to the bed and sat down next to Dean. "Should we continue what we were doing?" he asked, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. As if he wasn't tired anymore.

Dean's heart raced at the implications of Alex's words, confusion swirling in his mind. "What do you mean?" he managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper.

Alex locked eyes with Dean, the intensity of his gaze making Dean's breath hitch. Slowly, Alex leaned in, his lips hovering just above Dean's. The world around them seemed to fade as Dean felt a surge of warmth flood his cheeks. He wanted to ask so many questions, to clarify what was happening, but his mind felt foggy, overwhelmed by the closeness of Alex.

Before he could voice his concerns, Alex laid Dean back on the bed, positioning himself on top of him. Dean's heart pounded in his chest as Alex unbuttoned his shirt, eyes never leaving Dean's face. With every button that slipped free, Dean gulped, a mix of desire and uncertainty coursing through him.

Dean was caught between right and wrong, his instincts urging him forward while his mind grappled with the consequences. As Alex tossed his shirt aside, revealing his muscled torso, Dean felt both captivated and shy.

"Here, sit up," Alex instructed, helping Dean lift himself slightly to take off his own shirt. The moment Dean's shirt slipped off, he felt exposed, vulnerability washing over him like a cold wave. Yet, he could sense Alex's gaze, filled with a hunger that made his stomach twist with excitement.

"Alex…" Dean breathed, the words teetering on the edge of his lips, but before he could finish, Alex leaned in again, capturing Dean's mouth with his own.

The kiss was electrifying, igniting every nerve in Dean's body. But soon, the fervor became overwhelming, and Dean instinctively pushed Alex away. "Wait, let me breathe first!" he gasped, his cheeks flushed.

"It's your punishment for letting Lucas into the house without permission," Alex replied, his voice low and dangerously teasing, his eyes darkening with an intensity that made Dean shiver in anticipation and fear.

Dean gulped, feeling a mixture of thrill and trepidation. The way Alex looked at him—scary yet undeniably hot—sent shivers down his spine. He was drawn to Alex like a moth to a flame, yet he couldn't shake the feeling that they were teetering on the edge of something that could change everything

Alex leaned down again and kissed Dean but this time gently.

Alex's lips trailed down from Dean's mouth to his neck, where he paused, breathing in the intoxicating scent of Dean's skin. The warmth radiating from Dean's body ignited a primal urge within him. He pressed his lips against Dean's neck, biting down gently before licking the spot, savoring the taste as if it were a forbidden fruit. Dean gasped, a shiver coursing through him, the sensation sending sparks of electricity down his spine.

As Alex's mouth continued its descent, he explored Dean's collarbone, planting soft kisses that made Dean squirm beneath him. With each kiss, Dean felt the heat pooling in his core, his hands instinctively moving to Alex's back, fingers digging into his skin as he pulled him closer, urging him on.

"Alex…" Dean breathed, his voice a mix of desire and uncertainty. But the words slipped away as Alex's mouth found its way to Dean's chest. He bit down softly, eliciting a low moan from Dean that echoed in the quiet of the room.

Dean's heart raced as Alex's lips traveled further down, their bodies mingling together, skin against skin, warmth enveloping them like a cocoon. Each kiss was a promise, each touch a declaration. Alex was relentless, his mouth grazing down Dean's stomach, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

"Please…" Dean gasped, overwhelmed by the sensations swirling around him. But Alex only grinned against his skin, clearly intoxicated by the moment.

Suddenly, Alex's hands moved to Dean's waistband, fingers deftly unbuttoning his pants and sliding them down along with his boxers, exposing Dean completely. Dean's breath caught in his throat, a mixture of vulnerability and thrill washing over him.

"Wait!" Dean cried out, panic flickering in his eyes. "I'm not prepared yet… I've never done this, not even with a girl!" The words spilled out, revealing the fear that gnawed at him. He could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on him, his body betraying his mind's reservations.

But Alex, caught in the heat of passion, didn't hear his concerns. He continued undressing Dean, the fabric pooling at their feet.

"It's okay," Alex murmured, his voice low and soothing as he turned Dean over. "I'll be gentle," he promised, the words laced with sincerity that wrapped around Dean like a warm blanket.

Alex's lips found the back of Dean's neck again, kissing a path along his spine, igniting flames of anticipation with each touch. The tension in the room became palpable, thick and charged, wrapping around them like an unbreakable bond.

Dean's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of exhilaration and dread.

"Just breathe," Alex whispered against Dean's ear, his warm breath sending shivers down Dean's spine. And as he continued to kiss Dean's back, slowly and tenderly, Dean felt the boundaries of his fears begin to blur, replaced by a yearning that echoed louder than his doubts.

After a while, Alex removed all his clothes and positioned Dean beneath him. Dean felt a rush of fear wash over him. Alex leaned down and kissed Dean softly on the forehead before suddenly thrusting inside him, causing Dean to cry out and snap out of the sweet dream he had been having.

His eyes flew open, and the reality of the situation hit him like a cold wave. It had all been a dream. He let out a sigh of relief, feeling the tension leave his body. *What a scary dream,* he thought to himself, bewildered. But why on earth did he have such a vivid dream about Alex? He lightly patted his cheeks, trying to shake off the lingering sensations of the dream. Although he was embarrassed, his heart was still racing in his chest. He never had such dream about Alex before.

As he sat up in bed to go to the bathroom, his eyes traveled down to his pants, where a tent was forming. Dean screamed internally. He really needed to leave this house and Alex before he went crazy. Why was he having such reactions to another guy?