Dean's Verbal Play with Mello
“You know, Sam hasn't ventured into gay sex yet. You talk like a pro. Can you compete with what a demon can do sexually?”
Mello's eyes were twinkling. "I'm sure demons have to be all kinds of rough to get themselves going. I know I don't have to do that..I'm all gentle and tough at the right times."
“I bet you are no where near as gentle and cuddly or as tough and aggressive as the werewolf he had. Share with us about your most interesting bed partner, Mello. How good was she or he?”
Near's eyes were getting larger by the moment while Mello leaned forward. "Rocked all night long...kinky but not too kinky."
“Kinky? What'd you do? How many times did you do it? How long a night are we talking about?”
"Seven times," came the cocky response and Near's comment afterward put Sam and Matt on the floor. "Is that even possible?"
Dean kept a straight face. “Not even the greatest lover in the world, or a 15 year old can do it that many times in one night. A girl can, but a guy can't. All right super stud, it was kinky. What kind of kink?”
The description that followed would have made most porn stars turn bright red and by the time he was finished, Near's eyes were humongous in his face. Matt and Sam were having a hard time breathing now, they'd been laughing so hard and L shook his head.
Dean's upper lip twitched, but he kept a straight face. “L, did you know he watches porn? Mello, I've seen that particular video at least 15 times on a porn channel late at night. Who'd you do it with?”
"I was very much aware of his viewing habits at night," came the monotone and Mello howled with laughter, unable to keep it under control. It'd been worth it simply to get everyone laughing and see Near's reactions.
Dean sat back, with a wicked grin on his face, having enjoyed it more then he cared to say. He shook his head and saluted Mello.
"I can't..believe..he recited all that..without blushing.." Sam was near tears laughing.
His brother was grinning one of the widest grins Sam had seen in ages. “Oh, I can. You don't know him very well, yet. That was fun. Wonder what he would have done if I'd started describing the real thing instead of acting.”
Matt snickered."Probably not much at all but poor Near's gonna lose his eyes if that keeps up."
“I really wish I could find a hooker, really classy one. Got a gut feeling, Mello would run when faced with the real thing.”
"Nope," came the chipper reply."I'll try anything once."
Dean stared directly into Mello's eyes. “You know you were hinting at wanting to try the other way. Neither Sam nor I have tried that, but I'm game to take you on.”
The blond blew him a kiss. "Name the time and place."
The hunter keeping a straight face, stood up, and walked towards Mello. He took his hand and pulled him to him, close. “I hope you like bottom. I'm not one for that kind of thing myself.” He started dragging Mello towards the door.
Matt was howling louder with laughter when the blond copped a feel of Dean's ass, then sauntered past him towards the door.
Dean grinned and followed him out the door.
Bobby stood up. “L, you realize you have two asses who aren't gonna back down, doing who knows what in a few minutes?”
L shook his head. "I do. That's why Watari is waiting with a deterrent."
Seconds later, yelps were heard when the older man doused them with a super soaker.
“Damn it, Watari! I don't exactly have a ton of pajama bottoms and bathrobes. We were only cutting up. He'd a backed down soon enough.”
Watari laughed. "You don't know Mello, and you have clean ones waiting."
“You don't know me, either, Watari. That's a sneaky way to make someone clean up.”
He chuckled. "Both of you go change and have fun. Mello, try to behave."
The blond snickered. "No fun in that!"
“Nope, sure isn't” Dean headed off to his room, leaving a trail of water behind him.
Back inside the large room, Bobby was chuckling and turned to Sam. “When was the last time your brother pulled something like that? He used to do it. He just quit.”
Mello grinned and went to change.
"Years," he answered. "And I don't think Mello is a good influence on him."
Matt slipped his goggles up, wiping his eyes. "Or him on Mello but damn, I haven't laughed like that in a long time."
Bobby snorted, “Me neither. Dean hasn't lost his wit. What scares me is just how far would those two have gone?”
L's voice was monotone. "As far as Dean would allow Mello. That one has no fear."
Bobby replied, “I don't think Dean would go that far. Not with a minor. He probably figured once they had no audience, they both won and it was over.”
"One could only hope," the detective answered, focused on his monitor.
Dean stood in his room, grinning, then remembered, he could not remove his robe. “Ah, damn it.” A few minutes later, Sam's cell rang.
Sam grabbed. "Yeah?"
“Hey, Sam. I hate to bother you, but I need some help. I'm kind soaked to the skin.”
"No problem. Gimme a few to get up there."
“Thanks, Sam. I can't get my robe off.”
He hung up and headed up to help his brother.
Dean kicked off the wet slippers. He started removing his pajama bottoms, leaving the boxers on for the moment. He unbuttoned the bathrobe and waited.
Sam entered, helping him with the bathrobe. "Sorry about that."
“About what? The robe? Sam, I didn't think about it til I got up here and tried to change. Thank you. Did I screw up with Mello?”
"Nope, you gained respect I think in that you could play around. Hell, I know Matt was in stitches. It's not often anyone can go up against that little blond."
“He's definitely different, but Near was there.”
"That one is a complete innocent at times, isn't he?"
“Yeah, and I may have screwed that up.”
"I doubt it. He didn't look uncomfortable, just rather cute with that wide eyed look."
“I don't want to do anything to hurt him. He's special, Sam. How many people you know are that innocent?”
"None, honestly.”
“Exactly. He's the only one I know.”
He smiled at him. "Comfortable?"
“Yeah, I am. Thanks, Sammy. Did L mention anything we had to do today? I never went up there to play games, but it was fun. We never talked to Bobby, but he seems busy. I feel antsy, just sitting around, doing nothing. You?”
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