Who: Dean and Morgan Where: The Apartment above the Avalon When: Week 7, Thursday night. Why: Dean and Morgan are drinking, and a man can only take so much. Warnings: Sex. Dirty, dirty sex. And with another man's slave. Shame.
Morgan wasn't quite sure how they had ended up here. It had all started with a drink after dinner, that had turned into another, and another. Morgan wasn't a big drinker, but it occasionally came with the territory. Simon and River had gone to bed awhile ago, leaving him and Dean alone in the living room.
Dean. Morgan wasn't quite sure what to make of the young man. He had made himself useful, while they were all trapped together. Their power had stayed on through most of the storm, mercifully, and they had all eaten better than they had in weeks. The only real challenge had been not to stare. With the new additions to his household, Morgan's sex life had dried up to non-existent, and for him that was a change. To suddenly have someone as gorgeous as Dean, sleeping under his roof every night, not staring wasn't exactly the easiest thing in the world.
"Mmmm... I'm going to miss your cooking, if this bloody snow ever goes away," he groaned, stretching his long legs up across the couch. "Although there's no doubt I'll lose some weight, once it does."