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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Oh, I see," Seamus said, amused by the muffled protest. "Birthday boy wants-" He stopped when he felt a warm weight drape across his legs. It wasn't unheard of for them to sleep close, but the object of Seamus's visit wasn't for Dean to get more sleep. "No, come on," he said, reaching a hand under the covers to push Dean's leg away. "Don't get more comfy, wake up." His fingers skated over smooth skin and he felt an indistinct roll of something low in his belly. His body - lacking in finer judgement and morality - was acutely aware that it had been six long months since he'd been pressed down into the mattress by anyone and his usually quick mind was struggling to enforce boundaries.

He was still for a moment, until Dean's hand started pawing at his t-shirt. Instinctively, he jerked away, almost slapping at Dean's hand under the covers. He did his best to wriggle out of Dean's hold, heart suddenly hammering and the weight in his stomach turning to a squirming, restless knot. "Dean!" The name came out sharper than intended, but it was hard to mistake the reason for the wandering hands and Seamus was not okay being the physical stand-in for whoever Dean was dreaming about