Dean liked that whining sound and he smiled, raising an eyebrow. "So fucking until we can't move and driving you crazy counts?" He laughed, pulling himself onto his side before looking at the sheets and rolling his eyes.

"We have officially wrecked this bed." He wasn't complaining though. He slipped his arm around Eliot again, pulling him close. Damn it Dean wasn't a cuddler, but he didn't want to stop doing this.

"I don't think I'm moving properly for a damn week."