When Eliot rolled over and exposed Dean smiled and started scratching there too. He was sprawled out next to him and he rubbed and scratched from his chest and down his belly firmly. The whine made him tilt his head and he leaned in, wrapping his arms around Eliot for a moment.

He scratched over his belly again before glancing over at the tv again. "You want to go get on the couch and watch tv or something?"