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Called you up in the middle of the night

Benny was still trying to get used to it up here, still trying to get his head around all this. Hell, half the time, it was hard to believe it was real... that he was back alive and had his second chance -- whatever he intended to do with that beyond killing his maker. He had no clue.

And he didn't have much of anybody up here.

He knew he said he wouldn't do it. It was supposed to be the end of the road for them, unless it was an emergency. But Benny wasn't doing all that great on his own. He needed a familiar voice, someone he could trust.

So that's why he got his phone out and dialed the only number he really had. Maybe Dean wouldn't appreciate the call - knew he probably wouldn't, but he let it ring anyway. When he heard Dean picking up, he cleared his throat.

"Hopin' I didn't wake you up now, brother," He drawled out as casually as he could make himself.

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Closer, more. Benny needs this just as much as he does and Dean doesn't even break the kiss as he pulls his shirt the rest of the way off, arching up into the hands shoved beneath his tshirt. With that out of the way, he straddles his lap, rolling his hips down into Benny.

Dean won't leave him behind, not again. They're better together, and he knows that Benny won't walk away.

It's too chick flick to examine too closely, and like everything else with Benny, this just fits. It's easier.

He's suddenly got a lap full of Dean, grinding down onto him, holding on, and Benny can't really spare the focus to overthink it. He does have to break the kiss to tug Dean's t-shirt the rest of the way off and tosses it aside. He takes a moment to just look over all that skin now exposed, hands smoothing down over his chest.

Leaning in, his mouth moved back over Dean's neck and down to that tattoo standing out against his skin. His fingers smoothed all over, anywhere they could reach... all that warm skin was too tempting to resist.

"Benny," Dean pants his name as cool lips find his chest, mouthing over his tattoo. His hands were cool and strong, a perfect counter to his overheated skin. It feels like his heart is trying to claw its way out of his throat, pulse hammering in his ears as he drags blunt nails along Benny's shoulders and along the back of his neck.

Half-drunk on touch, Dean reached down to pull at Benny's shirt. More skin. There was still too much between them.

The hammering of Dean's heart in his ears had him almost dizzy with want. He ground his hips up, desperate for friction. The nails against his skin sent a jolt right along his nerves, had him groaning out deeply.

"Dean... should've done this sooner," he growled as he pulled away to help with his shirt, tossing it aside carelessly to join Dean's. As soon as that was taken care of, Benny was leaning forward to kiss and nip his way down Dean's chest with blunt teeth.

Dean huffs out a laugh, worrying at his lower lip with blunt teeth. "With all of Purgatory gunnin for our asses?"

Yeah. Yeah, they should have. Benny is starting to strain his jeans and it's too easy to line himself up and grind into him, get just a little more friction, a little more heat.

He grinds out a curse, fingers tight in his shoulders as Benny works his way lower. "Yeah. A lot sooner." But they had time now. He wasn't leaving Benny behind again. He needed him too much.

"Mm, been a nice break down there," he teases back. With Dean grinding down against him like that, he can't stop another rumbling moan at the friction. His hands move to undo Dean's belt, his jeans following after - better use for them than anything.

"Figure I should warn ya," he starts as he leans back, his hand slipping inside Dean's jeans to palm over him. "Fangs might pop out, but don't go grabbing for that machete, brother. It's something I can't control in some situations."

Somehow though, he doesn't think Dean might be all that flattered, but Benny hopes that doesn't make him stop. Arousal and blood went hand in hand, but that didn't mean Benny intended to act on it.

His breath stutters as Benny shoves his hand inside his hands. So close. Dean can't stop the impatient growl as he nips at his shoulder. It takes a minute for his warning to sink in, however and Dean leans back, catching his face in his hands.

Damnit, he's no good at this, but with Benny at least it's a little easier. Fangs or no fangs, he's important to Dean. "'s okay. I trust you." With everything.

The moment done, Dean pushes into his hand with a breathless sound of want. "Too many clothes, man."

He grins a little at the reassurance. If they'd met any other way, Benny's not so sure Dean'd give his trust so easy, but he appreciates it. He has to pull away for a moment, eyes roaming over Dean.

He was right.

"Lay back for me, Dean," he murmured. Hard to finish getting undressed when he had Dean sitting on him... not that he particularly wanted to lose the warm weight on him. Dean close in any way was something he found himself wanting to hang on to.

If they'd met any other way Dean would be running like hell in the other direction and not just because Benny was a vampire. Needing someone that much, well. It's terrifying.

Mouth on his, Dean dragged them both to their feet, unwilling to give up any of the contact that he's finally able to have. Hands urgently slide down his chest and up his back, pulling insistently at his jeans. "Want you Benny," he breathes against his jaw, an eager hand working down the front of them to stroke along him.

Benny knew what a liability that was, actually needing someone. He'd given Andrea everything, left everything he had and everything he was behind for her... it had landed him in Purgatory, but he didn't regret that. He didn't think he'd regret this either.

He followed Dean up to his feet and reached down to push at his jeans and underwear, getting them down his hips, though Dean distracted him from the task a little when his hand came around him. He let out a low groan and rolled his hips forward in encouragement. "Like I said, you can have me any way you want me."

God knows Dean had made that same mistake. Given away too much only to watch everyone that meant a damn to him walk away and leave him alone again.

But this? Benny? He couldn't put his finger on it, but Dean knew that he wouldn't leave.

He can't ask, doesn't know how, so instead Dean drags him back towards the bed once the last of their clothes are kicked free. What he needs is Benny over him, cool solid weight grounding him. Inside of him.

Dean was different from anybody he'd known. Benny might've been willing to accept not meeting up again if that's what Dean had wanted, but there was no way in hell that he could say he wasn't relieved that right now, he was wanted.

That maybe it'd stay that way.

When they're to the bed, he pushes at Dean to get him back on the bed, watching him with dark eyes. He smirked a little bit. "Stay there."

The smirk only sets his blood racing and he pulls himself back a little further on the bed, propped up on his elbows and watching Benny with eager eyes.

"Oh I'm not goin anywhere," he replies with a grin.

He knows if they're going any farther than what they've been doing, then they'll need something to... ease the passage a little. Luckily, there's lotion in the bathroom and while it's not the best, he figures it'll do in a pinch.

When he comes back, he tosses the bottle down on the bed and crawls up to lean over Dean, leaning in enough to nip at his lips playfully. "Didn't keep you waiting long, now did I?"

He's teasing again while his hands smooth down over Dean's stomach and down to his hips, to hitch him a little bit closer.

He caught the bottle, making sure it was close before wrapping his arms around Benny and drawing him over him. Cool and solid and grounding. Was lotion ideal? No. But it'd do and right now he's too far gone to really give a good goddamn.

"You know how much I hate waiting." But before he can even laugh, Benny's hands steal his breath and he arched his body up against him.

And he's already waited too damn long for this.

It wasn't the best, but he hadn't expected sex tonight either. Next time, he'd be better prepared. Dean didn't look like he was protesting either, not with the way he was holding on to him, pulling him close.

He rolls his hips down slow and hard against Dean's, enjoying the friction between their bodies, all that heat of Dean's. It makes him never want to part from him.

"Won't keep you waitin' then, Dean," he murmurs thickly against his neck as he pressed a few careful kisses there, followed by a light nip as he reached over for the lotion. Uncapping it, he went to pour some on his fingers, eyes darting up to Dean's.

"You ever done anything like this before?"

When Benny had called, Dean hadn't anticipated sex. He'd thought about it, quietly fantasized about it, but it was never anything he'd expected to act on.

Next time? Next time he was going to make damned sure that he was prepared because he isn't giving up an inch of this contact, the cool weight over him. Dean shifts to let his legs bracket Benny's hips, dragging him into another kiss. "Yeah. It's been a few years, but I know the drill."

Dean kissed him again, "C'mon man. I need this. I need you."

He smiled into that kiss. If Dean kept saying that, he was going to start believing he was needed up here too... that felt like dangerous territory to be in. He didn't fight it though, he murmured the words back because really, he did need Dean. He needed him in so many damn ways.

Reaching down between them, he brushed a slick finger against him before he slowly eased it inside. He was careful. Didn't want to push too fast or too hard, hurt him. They'd both had enough of that and he wanted Dean to enjoy this.

Breaking away from the kiss, he moved his mouth to Dean's neck and over his shoulders.

Dangerous and frightening territory, if Dean let himself think about it for too long. So he didn't. Instead he let his fingers drag over Benny's shoulders and back, letting out a slow, even breath at that first press into him. There's always a moment of adjustment before he started to rock down into his finger, seeking out more. More touch, more contact, more of that incredible feeling.

"Benny.. Jesus," Dean panted, tipping his head back.

Benny was trying not to think at all. He just wanted to get lost in the moment, focus on Dean's breathing and the way he reacted. He pushes his finger in deeper as soon as he starts to rock down, biting lightly at his skin again.

"You doin' okay?" Not that he was real worried about hurting Dean. He was being as careful as he could be and Dean was a tough guy anyway. When he thought he could handle it, he added a second finger to the mix. Couldn't stop relishing the heat and tightness of his body.

Dean was all for not thinking about things. Every drag of teeth along his skin, the way Benny was working at him, that was all he needed right now. Heat and touch and just letting go, even for a few minutes.

The addition of another finger brought a stuttered curse, his hands clutching at Benny's shoulders tight enough to bruise. More. God. Anything. Just don't stop. "'m good," he finally pants out. "Can take more."

He adds a third finger when Dean says he can take more and looks up, smirking at him. All that heat underneath him, was inviting. He wants to soak it up.

He moves to catch him in another heated, deep kiss. "Y'ready for more, Dean?"

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