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“Whatever happened to the legendary drinking habits of the Irish?” Dean asked, laughing as he helped his paralytic friend into his trailer. Aidan stumbled in, grasping onto the arm of the sofa.
“Oh yeah... Well...” He slurred. “Whatever happens... to your face!” Dean snorted, running over to grab Aidan before he crashed onto the floor.
“Come on Angel, let’s get you to bed.” Dean pulled Aidan’s arm over his shoulder and wrapped an arm around his waist, walking Aidan to bed. Well, he was walking; Aidan’s legs could barely work. The younger man leaned in nuzzling into his neck. Dean twitched. Instinctively he wanted to pull away but that would mean letting Aidan fend for himself.
“Thanks babe,” Aidan muttered, falling down onto the bed. “You take such good care of me.” He looked up at his friend with his puppy-dog eyes and charming grin.
“Well,” Said Dean quietly. “Somebody has to, since you can’t.” Aidan just snorted and grabbed a half-empty packet of fags from besides the bed, lighting one and inhaling deeply. He fell backwards, his head crashing against the pillow.
“Thanks Deano,” He said again. “You’re so sweet...” Dean turned away; knowing he probably wouldn’t hurt his friend by not listening to his drunken ramblings, and went to the kitchenette to get Aidan some water. He could not have been gone for longer than a minute, but by the time he returned Aidan had already removed his shirt and unbuttoned his trousers. Clearly he had no shame.
“Drink this,” Dean said calmly, handing Aidan the water. Aidan obeyed his on-screen brother and downed the water as quickly as he could before dropping the cup carelessly on the floor. Thank God Dean had the sense to get a plastic one. “Get some sleep Aid,” Dean whispered, as if he were trying to coax a scared cat in from the cold. “I’ll see you in the morning.” He then reached out to clasp Aidan’s shoulder but instead he felt a strong but tender hand wrap around his own.
“No Dean,” Aidan gasped. “Please stay, please stay with me.” Dean hesitated but did not pull his hand away. He really wanted to spend tonight in his own bed. They may not have had the earliest start the next morning but he still needed sleep. Then again Aidan would probably pass out in the next five minutes meaning he could slowly slip away. If his friend needed him the least he could do was stay for a little while longer. Dean sat down on the bed besides Aidan, not letting go of his hand. Aidan moaned softly and pulled Dean down to lie on the bed, his arms wrapping around his neck.
“I can um... Go sleep on the sofa then?” Dean asked, more than a little uncomfortable by Aidan’s closeness. He was used to being touchy-feely with his friend, but there was something about the arms wrapped around his body and the adorable face nuzzling his neck which made him think they were going a bit too far.
“Why?” Aidan replied. “There’s enough room here for both of us.” Before Dean could reply- or even take another breath, Aidan shoved him against the mattress and straddled him. Dean’s eyes widened in confusion as a pair of soft adorable lips crashed down against his own. The kiss was hard and shocking, but sent a strange bolt through Dean’s body. It took him more than a few moments to register what was happening.
“Stop it!” He cried when his senses returned to him. “Aidan get off me!” He tried to push his friend off but Aidan persisted, lowering his hips to grind against him.
“Come on Dean,” Aidan whispered into his ear. “It would be fun wouldn’t it; and I know it’s been a while for both of us.”
“Seriously!” Dean cried, trying once again to push Aidan back. This was so wrong. Even if he did want to, which he certainly did not, he could not take advantage of his young friend. Aidan was drunk; he didn’t know what he was doing. It would be wrong and perverted and... And... And there was a hand down the front of his trousers.
Dean kicked and finally shoved Aidan off him, the drunk-actor tumbling to the floor.
“No Aidan!” He cried. “Go to sleep!” Dean turned to leave before a pang of gilt stopped him. He sighed and reached down to pull Aidan up. “I’m sorry Hun,” He said, much more calmly. But Aidan didn’t seem too vexed by what had happened. With surprising strength he pushed Dean back down onto the bed and held his hips down, mouthing his cock through his tight jeans.
Dean cursed as he felt his body responding. He could not understand why Aidan was doing this. They were straight, both of them. Didn’t Aidan have a girlfriend? He tried again, his mind struggling against his cock, to push Aidan away.
“No Aidan!” He said. “I’m serious, we can’t do this. You’re not... Well I’m not-“
“Come on Deano,” Aidan grunted, working Dean’s zip with his teeth. “I know how much you love to be gay...” Dean rolled his eyes despite his position. When Love Comes and Siren had often been the cause of many jokes amongst the cast. Although he had to say they have never been the cause of this before.
All coherent thought vanished from his mind when Aidan finally released his cock from its denim prison and wrapped his pretty mouth around it. Dean hissed at the sudden contact, slightly impressed by Aidan’s ability to take him so deep inside his throat. This clearly wasn’t his first time with a man. Lying back on the bed, Dean decided he was too drunk and too horny to stop Aidan. He had been right. It had been too long.
Dean reached down and grasped Aidan’s thick, dark curls, shoving his cock deeper down his throat. He was slightly surprised when Aidan didn’t gag, but he wasn’t going to question it now. Aidan moved his mouth up and down the shaft, his tongue running along the underside, occasionally drawing back to swirl and suckle around the sensitive head. He moaned loudly each time Dean thrust deeper inside his throat, the sensation driving him mad with need.
“Aidan...” Dean cried warily. “Stop Aidan, I’m going to... Ah!” Dean grasped Aidan’s head and pushed himself upwards, coming hard into his best friend’s mouth. Aidan coughed violently as Dean shot come down his throat. He swallowed it, savouring the taste of Dean.
Dean lay sated on Aidan’s bed, gasping for breath. That was by far the best blow-job he had ever received in his reasonably-short life. And it had come from Aidan Turner. His mind blanked for a short time, his vision slightly blurry. Or maybe he had fallen asleep for a short time. When he came to, he noticed that Aidan had robbed him of his trousers and underwear. He was now straddling him once more, working on his shirt buttons.
“Aidan...” He muttered. “Aidan please.” He truly did not know if he was asking him to stop or continue. Dean reached up to push him away but ended up caressing the soft, tanned skin. It was so smooth so perfect. Aidan moaned at the touch, lowering himself to Dean’s ear once more.
“I need you to fuck me Dean,” He whispered, wrapping his hand around Dean’s cock, stroking it back to life. “Hum, see Dean. You’re not that old, you’re young enough to rise for me when I need you.” He sped up his strokes just enough to make Dean gasp before lazily playing with his head, dragging an archers callous over it. “Your cock is so thick Dean, so thick and long. It would feel so good inside of me. Do you want to be inside of me? To thrust your huge cock inside me and make me scream, to watch me squirm and cry out, asking you to fuck me harder and deeper. I’d be your little bitch Dean. I’d just lye here on the bed, letting you take what you want from me, satisfying you in a way no-one else ever could. Do you want that you horny little Kiwi? Do you want that brother?”
Dean moaned, biting down on his lower lip. He could not believe the filth that was coming out of Aidan’s mouth. He did not know his friend had this depraved side to him. Then again why would he?
He whimpered as Aidan’s hand left him cock, his body cooling as it was left alone. Dean look up and saw the most erotic thing he had ever seen. Aidan Turner. Bent. Over. His legs spread wide and a tight entrance beckoning.
“Put your fingers in me Dean,” Aidan begged; his voice deep with arousal. Dean growled a deep noise he had never made before in his life, and pounced on Aidan, spreading his cheeks and burying his face in-between them. He smelt so clean and fresh. Dean let his tongue loose and prodded at Aidan’s hole, licking it gently. Here was something he was familiar with it since a few women he had been with enjoyed this sort of thing. Aidan mewled like a kitten as Dean’s tongue circled and played with his entrance, wetting it and delving inside. He buried his adorable little face into his pillows as the sensations overwhelmed him.
“Dean,” He purred. “Please Dean.” Dean gave Aidan what he wanted a carefully pushed a single finger inside him. The hole was warm and clenched around his finger. This worried Dean slightly. If it was so tight around his finger then how the hell was he supposed to get his cock in there? Dean let his finger work its way around the hole, thrusting in and out, searching for something special. Aidan was squirming against him, almost as if he knew what Dean was searching for and he knew where it was. Dean knew he had found his target when Aidan moaned, his arms giving way as he fell into the pillow, his arse raised in the air for Dean. Dean added another finger, bending them to stroke Aidan’s prostate.
“More Dean,” Aidan cried, moaning loudly into the night. “I need more! I need your cock!” The aforementioned cock twitched at the prospect and Dean knew he was past the point of no return. Although to be honest he probably reached that point when his cock entered Aidan’s mouth. He pushed a third finger inside, scissoring the opening, stretching it out.
Carefully Dean removed his fingers and was ready to position his cock at Aidan’s entrance. He was stopped when the responsibility that had been drummed into him as a teenager started screaming in his head. At least he wasn’t drunk enough to ignore that.
“Um, Aidan,” He said, slightly embarrassed. “Do you have any... well ... You know?”
“In the bathroom,” He gasped. “In the cupboard above the sink. But for fucks sake Dean hurry!” Dean nodded, pointlessly since Aidan was still screaming into his pillow. He pretty much sprinted to the bathroom and yanked the cupboard door open.
It was here that he stilled for a moment. This was wrong. He was very drunk and Aidan was worse. This was not going to end well. Was it worth risking his friendship for months of awkwardness? He was about to fuck his best friend, his very male best friend, up his ass!
“Dean!” Aidan screamed from the bedroom. Dean snapped back, his cock throbbing with need. What the fuck! He was horny and Aidan had a perfectly good hole. He grabbed the packet of condoms out of the cupboard. He noticed a large bottle of lube and took it as well. The label read: “Strawberry and Kiwi Scented.” Something about that made Dean laugh.
He returned to Aidan and almost laughed again when he saw how horny he was. He was laying on his stomach, rutting in the mattress, his fists clutching the sheets. Dean knelt down on the bed, rolling a condom on as quickly as he could, and smothered his cock with the lube before running his hand in-between Aidan’s cheeks, spreading as much as he could over the sensitive hole. Gently he picked Aidan up by his hips, bringing him back up on all fours, and began to slowly push inside. Aidan purred at the sensation. It had been a while since he had been filled by another man. He had missed it! He needed to be taken, to be claimed and fucked hard!
Dean started slowly, pushing himself in carefully, scared he would hurt Aidan. Slowly he began to thrust inside, going slow and steady, setting a gentle pace. Aidan however had other ideas.
“Fuck me Dean!” He cried, “Harder!” Dean began to push in a little more. “Faster!” His thrusts sped up just a tiny bit. “For fucks sake just fuck me!” Dean shut his eyes, the sensations becoming too much for him. He had never felt this desire before, the way Aidan’s ass clenched around his cock along with the filthy demands he kept shouting at him awoke a fire in his heart that spread throughout his body within minutes. Leaning forward he wrapped one of his arms around Aidan’s torso and pulled him upwards, biting down onto his shoulder. Aidan reached out, grabbing onto the headboard to steady himself as Dean began to pummel into him with all strength.
“Is this what you want you little slut?” Dean growled, grabbing Aidan’s hair and pulling his head back roughly. “Is this what you need?” He sped up a little more, angling his hard thrusts so each time his cock brushed over Aidan’s sensitive prostate. Aidan whimpered at the pain but God-damn it felt so good! Dean’s harsh pace caused the headboard to knock loudly against the wall of the trailer. Images flashed in Aidan’s mind, of other members of the cast or even Peter walking past the trailer in the night and hearing the knocked, hearing his wanton screams. It did nothing but bring him closer to his peak.
Dean reached down and fisted Aidan’s cock, furiously pumping him to completion.
“Dean!” Aidan cried out. “Oh for fucks sake Dean. I fucking-“Aidan cut his own sentence short with a long loud scream, coming all over Dean’s hand. Dean continued to pump into him, thrusting hard at least ten more times before coming, biting down onto Aidan’s shoulder, and drawing blood with his sharp teeth.
The two friends collapsed on the bed, panting and clutching onto each other. Slowly Dean pulled out, removing the condom and placing it on the nightstand. He laid his head down onto the pillow, the world around him spinning. Aidan crawled over and snuggled into his side.
“Thank-you Dean,” He said wearily. “Thank-you so much.” Dean just smiled and wrapped his arms around Aidan as he fell asleep. Just before he closed his own eyes he felt a sickly doubt crawl into his mind.
He’d fucked up. He’d fucked everything up. Everything was about to change.