Christ the sounds Eliot made sometimes. He groaned when the man rolled off him, frowning at the cringe before sighing and rolling until he was facing Eliot. "And what about your back?" He said, leaning in and kissing him again deeply. "Just gonna rub against the bed like this." Of course, if Eliot insisted on more then he would give in. Dean wanted this too much not to.

Especially now that Eliot had admitted he didn't want to break the bond, that he actually wanted...well, this, with Dean. "How about this...you start hurting too much you tell me. If you don't and I find out? I'll kick your ass." He shifted, moving over Eliot slowly with a predatory smile. He slid between his thighs, pressing down against his hips slowly.

And it was at that moment that the door swung open and Sam walked in. He froze a few steps inside the door, staring at them with huge eyes before clapping a hand over his face. "DEAN! God damnit you knew I was coming!" He dropped the large bottle of Jack Daniels on the table. "You're a fucking prick!"

Dean turned towards the door, moving his body instinctively to protect Eliot. "Sam you coulda fuckin' knocked! Fuck!" He looked down at Eliot, giving him a look as Sam spun around and slammed the door behind him as he left the room. "My brother is a jackass." Course, this didn't cause him to move or anything. He was still firmly planted between Eliot's thighs.