At some time in the early morning hours, a very sheepish Marco crawled into bed next to Dean. He nuzzled his lover, rubbing his nose against Dean’s and kissing him softly on the cheek. But Dean didn’t respond, as he was out cold. Marco put his arm around him and fell asleep.
Later, much later, with the sun already high in the sky, Dean woke up and found Marco next to him. For a brief moment he considered sliding out of bed, throwing his stuff in his bag and heading on home. But he knew he couldn’t do it. And the frantic phone calls from Marco would be more difficult to deal with than the talk he knew they had to have.
As Marco began to stir, Dean kissed him gently on the cheek and gave him a little squeeze. “Hon, we need to get up…”
“Want to make love to you,” mumbled a not yet complete
