It didn't take Dean long to figure out Lindsey had kind of a thing for biting. Especially his neck. Get that patch of skin, the tendon and muscle underneath, between Dean's teeth and bear down hard enough to leave marks, and Lindsey would bare his throat and just fucking open up for Dean so sweet just the thought of it was enough to get Dean hard when they were apart.
Dean didn't think too much of it. It wasn't like he didn't have a thing or two of his own that Lindsey'd wised up to pretty damn quick, and used to both their advantage. It was just a thing. Spot on Lindsey's neck, direct connection to Lindsey's dick, and a surefire way to a happy ending for both of them. So, no, Dean didn't think anything of it, until one morning in the shower, Lindsey on his knees, his hair slicked back as he put that tongue of his to good use. With something other than talking… not that Lindsey talking during sex was anything but hot as hell. Dean slid his hand down Lindsey's cheek and along his throat to trail his fingers over the mark he'd left the night before. He felt it then, something he hadn't noticed before, and he was going to take a closer look, but right then Lindsey stopped teasing at the bundle of nerves just under the head, opened wide and took Dean in completely, and when he swallowed around Dean, no way Dean could think about anything. Hell, it was all he could do to lock his knees and hope they'd hold him up as his orgasm rushed through him.
Dean was fifty-some miles down the road before he remembered. With all the crazy things he'd seen over the years, and with Lindsey's habit of getting into Dean's sort of trouble, it was almost enough to make him wonder.
But there weren't any vampires. Dad said so. Somebody just went a little too far with that thing of Lindsey's, that's all. And it just happened to leave a scar.
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It didn't take Dean long to figure out Lindsey had kind of a thing for biting. Especially his neck. Get that patch of skin, the tendon and muscle underneath, between Dean's teeth and bear down hard enough to leave marks, and Lindsey would bare his throat and just fucking open up for Dean so sweet just the thought of it was enough to get Dean hard when they were apart.
Dean didn't think too much of it. It wasn't like he didn't have a thing or two of his own that Lindsey'd wised up to pretty damn quick, and used to both their advantage. It was just a thing. Spot on Lindsey's neck, direct connection to Lindsey's dick, and a surefire way to a happy ending for both of them. So, no, Dean didn't think anything of it, until one morning in the shower, Lindsey on his knees, his hair slicked back as he put that tongue of his to good use. With something other than talking… not that Lindsey talking during sex was anything but hot as hell. Dean slid his hand down Lindsey's cheek and along his throat to trail his fingers over the mark he'd left the night before. He felt it then, something he hadn't noticed before, and he was going to take a closer look, but right then Lindsey stopped teasing at the bundle of nerves just under the head, opened wide and took Dean in completely, and when he swallowed around Dean, no way Dean could think about anything. Hell, it was all he could do to lock his knees and hope they'd hold him up as his orgasm rushed through him.
Dean was fifty-some miles down the road before he remembered. With all the crazy things he'd seen over the years, and with Lindsey's habit of getting into Dean's sort of trouble, it was almost enough to make him wonder.
But there weren't any vampires. Dad said so. Somebody just went a little too far with that thing of Lindsey's, that's all. And it just happened to leave a scar.