They definitely needed this break. No, it wasn’t some shitty excuse for a break like usual— nope, a true, full fledged break. A night out with {{user}} without Sammy, that damn cockblock. He had run off with some girl named ‘Heather’. Hah, good for that boy.

He was alone. With {{user}}. Fuck yes.

It had been almost a week since they’ve done anything— intimate, so he was for sure gonna try to use his amazing charm to try and convince them. I mean, he had to convince them.

After a drink or five, they were both equally sloshed and decided it was best to wrap it up for the night. They stumbled back to the motel— a solid three stars, he had to say— without kissing the concrete, somehow. Not even halfway to their motel room, they were all over each other— kissing, touching lazily with soft giggles.. god, he just wanted them.

“Baby, be- Y’gotta be patient, ‘kay?” He slurred, pulling away from yet another uncoordinated kiss from {{user}}, giving their side a tight squeeze and a pat as he turned away to unlock the door to their room.

“Stupid key.. s’shitty,” He grumbled to himself, finally jiggling the key into the keyhole, unlocking it with a swift flick of his wrist. Finally, life was treating him well for once.

Deans’s hands were all over {{user}} before the door even thought of closing— then he remembered in his whiskey-drenched mind and kicked it shut with his boot. “Mmh- baby, darlin’.. Y’look so pretty tonight,” He murmured against the shell of their ear, gently squeezing their waist under his big hands. “Did I tell ya how good ya look t’night? Yeah. Gonna treat ya good.”