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1. Love at First Sight...or, at least, Interest. Hey little mama, let me holla at you. 2. Gradual. Your interest in this person is growing after getting to know them. 3. Excitement and FREAKING OUT. Oh my gosh, there's absolutely nothing you'd rather do than spend time with this person you want everything to be perfect oh gosh oh gosh. 3. Hormonal. Girls are so weird but they look so nice. 4. BFF to BF Your friendship is becoming/has become more than that. 5. Secret Crush You can't let you liking the head cheerleader or the king's daughter get out. It would be a disaster. 6. What is this...Love Thing? I don't understand love. What is love, baby don't hurt me --- 7. Unacceptable Your brain is betraying you and making you have gross emotions towards that person. 8. You Totally Like [blank]. Everybody knows your little secret. Guess it's not a secret, then. 9. MY LIFE IS OVER. You embarrassed yourself, so clearly no one will ever love you ever again. 10. Grouchy. Or Stunted. Remember how I said not just silly kids can get crushes? This is for all the adults who are finally feeling that fluttery feeling in their chest. 11. Dumb Shows of Affection. You want to show how much you care. These thoughtful gestures can range from not-so-dumb (she likes cookies, I'll buy her one!) to really dumb (I'LL BUY HER A LIFETIME SUPPLY OF COOKIES). 12. Forbidden Attraction. Everyone knows exes are off-limits. It's, like, the first rule of feminism. Also included are siblings of best friends, best friends, and cute people in general. 13. Ridiculously Over the Top. SHMOOPY POOPY CUDDLE BEAR! All sorts of pet names and inappropriate PDA here. 14. Fluffy Moments. Not necessarily dates, but just hanging out and having fun together. 15. Confession. I REALLY LIKE YOU PLEASE GO OUT WITH ME I carved this rock with my bare hands for you. Or maybe something more subtle. 16. Unwitting Object of Affection. Usually an older party or someone completely uninvolved with this malarky, but crushes know no bounds. 17. Adorable Kisses. Please don't let me miss, please don't bump noses... 18. Sloppy Makeouts. Put on "Stairway to Heaven" and go to town. 19. Arguments. You jerk! Look what you've done! I never want to see you again. 20.First Time Obligatory smut option, touch a boob, etc. 21. ANYTHING ELSE
"Damn it Rhys." Dean says, but the words lack the usual strength Dean would give them. Dean is looking away from Rhys still, especially after he says that. He contemplates getting up, and almost does, but no - that would be rude, and Rhys doesn't deserve that, especially after saying everything he did.
He chuckles quietly, and shakes his head. Dean is a little tipsy and Rhys is..just Rhys. But he's said what he wanted to, and he knows Dean and sentiment aren't exactly on normal speaking terms. So he pulls his long legs back up under him, crosslegged, to give the other man his space.
Just buddies. Just roommates, no matter what kind of life they happen to be coping with. Rhys has never made a secret of the fact that he's attracted to both genders, but he's also never pushed attention on someone who didn't want it.
"S'okay." He does look back at Dean, though. "This life, you know? You learn to say the important things, and then...well, life as usual."
Dean had set his bottle of beer down by this point, looking over at Rhys. Thanks t being tipsy though, the hunter did grab onto Rhys' hand and pull him in closer for a hug. "Come here man" he hugged Rhys, and patted him on the back, but did not break the hug, instead he relaxed into it and smiled.
It's a good hug, not a bro hug that's just two quick thumps on the back, and Rhys snuggles into it, soaking up the affection. Dean might be tipsy, but Rhys has still never known him to say something he doesn't really mean, and it's good, that feeling that someone's *got* him.
It's not a feeling Rhys has had often in his life. And as dangerous as life might be with the Winchesters, he has faith in Dean to do his damnedest to look after him. That means a lot to a guy that's been fending for himself since the rainy night cover ten years ago when his father threw him out in the street.
Yeah, the Winchesters aren't the only ones with the family issues thing, which is probably part of why Rhys gets them, or thinks he does.
"Hey, someone's gotta keep you out of trouble," Rhys cracks against Dean's shoulder, just as reluctant to let go. It's a much better way to watch a movie, as far as he's concerned.
Dean's smiling, the hug feels nice. he makes a mental note that he should hug more often. But the second that mental note is written, it's crumpled up and tossed out as a bad idea - even while drunk. Except with Rhys. He's already hugging him after all, so what's the harm in holding on a bit longer?
"Nice to know someone's got my back." The hug lasts at least a solid minute longer, but then Dean relaxes, even drunk Dean is worrying he may be freaking Rhys out. "Sorry. been a while since I hugged someone." a smirk.
"You should do it more often. It's therapeutic." He nods sagely, peering up at Dean. He's absolutely not objecting to how long Dean's holding on, and in his opinion this is not a bad way to pass the rest of the evening. It's warm and safe and the first time the Bunker's really felt like home since he got here...that something that was missing.
But he also knows Dean is Dean, so he lets him ease away with a little contented sound. "If you ever want the practice, we'll get you a Free Hugs T-shirt. You'll have a line." He gives him a sly look, dark eyebrows raised. Because of course Rhys has noticed that Dean is hot- especially when he smirks like that.
That mental not about hugging? Well, Dean's subconscious may be ironing it back out. The mage has a magic all of his own, getting Dean to relax his barriers. Dean may put out a confident stance, but anyone who really knows him, knows that inside he gets scared, worried, and nervous just like anyone else - he just knows he has to keep that side of him hidden. Why? Because, he's always had to. He's the older brother, he had to be brave and strong for Sam - hell, sometimes even for their dad's sake too.
Rhys though, he doesn't need to be strong around him, he can relax - be open and honest. "A line? Heh, maybe." the smile remaining on his face, then adds, "Would you be at the front of that line?"
Rhys is broken in his own ways, but he's turned it to different directions than most people. He can't fight well, so instead, he fixes things...he heals, whether it's stitching a wound, breaking a curse, or simply giving really good hugs at the right time.
And if part of that is to help him feel needed, well, it all works out. He could have turned out far worse than he did, for what he's been through.
Rhys quirks eyebrows, wriggling his toes idly. "I might or might not be willing to knife-fight for the spot," he says with a quick flash of grin. Can't let things get too serious, here. "If I'm going to train you, I should be the one to benefit from it, right?"
"Think you could win that fight?" Dean honestly can't seem to help himself but smile around Rhys, the mage is doing a fine job of cheering him up. Dean leans back on the couch, and rests his arm casually behind where Rhys is.
"I'm willing to fight dirty, though." Rhys grins broadly, somehow managing to look completely innocent at the same time. He might not be big and tough, but he makes up for it by being quick and smart.
And if it's for a good cause, ferocious.
He *likes* that smile, the way Dean looks years younger when he relaxes like that. This is what nights at home should be like. "Told you, though, you'd have to be careful when you invited me back here. I'm just like a stray: hard to shake once you pick me up."
"Mm, maybe I'm not wanting to chase you out." The arm behind Rhys now wraps around him and pulls him in close in another hug. "Maybe I prefer you staying right here with me." The hug is playful, at first, but the longer it lasts... it may start to feel like a more than platonic sort of hug for both of them - and yet, Dean refuses to let go.
Less of a hug, and more of Rhys leaning into Dean, when he pulls him close. Rhys is just enough smaller than Dean than he fits comfortably, tucked under his arm like that, and it feels like a good place to stay. Not just for right now, but anytime.
He knows Dean is... Dean. Cagey, grumpy, sullen, and entirely too willing to take the world on his shoulders. Rhys would never push to be more to him than just a friend. But if Dean is willing to give something more a try?
Rhys thinks he likes the idea, too. "Y'know, anytime you want company, just gotta say so," he says, peering up from where he's tucked against Dean's chest. "'Cause I think I could definitely get used to this."
"Company, like... company company?" Dean asks. He asks this, but does not pull away - even a little. His eyes lock with Rhys', trying to figure out what he's thinking.
"Means... Company." Rhys gives a little shrug, without giving an inch of his space against Dean. He doesn't break the gaze, either, deep blue eyes soft but honest. "It means what you want it to. You know I'm not gonna push for anything, but I wouldn't be here if I wasn't willing to give *something* a try." He gives a wry smile. He knows Dean's knack for love-em-and-leave-em, and he won't tolerate being that, but if Dean is willing to give it a serious try? So is Rhys.
Yeah, anyone who knows Dean at all knows that he has a bit of a rep in the realm of relationships. He gazes into Rhys' eyes a bit longer, his mind thinking his next words or next action over carefully. He's about to say something too, but decides not too, and instead leans in just a bit closer, tilting his head, and tenderly kissing Rhys. Once he started though, a rush of adrenaline and passion overcame him and the kiss intensified. One of Dean's hands landed on Rhys' chest and moving up to his shoulder, enjoying navigating over his upper body.
Sometimes, Rhys just talks too much, he thinks. Dean has absolutely the best answer to that, though, and when Dean dips his head to kiss him Rhys slides his arm around the bigger man to steady himself.
Wherever it goes, Rhys is smart enough to let Dean have room to decide, without spooking, but given encouragement like this? He's not shy in the least, and he smooths over Dean's chest and ribs, wrapping close to him until he's nearly in his lap.
"You should probably know I steal the covers," he says when he comes up for air, eyes glittering. He nuzzles into the crook of Dean's shoulder, before lifting his head again. Because this is so much better than TV.
Rhys is almost in Dean's lap already, and Dean goes ahead and pulls him closer; fully on the hunter's lap now. Rhys gets Dean to smirk again, the mage is apparently good at that - few are. Dean's arms wrap around Rhys now and hug him, giving him a brief squeeze, enjoying the moment. "Guess I'll just have to sleep close to you." And he shifts enough to begin kissing Rhys' neck, nice, slow, tender kisses for the moment.
Rhys is going to enjoy watching Dean explain this one to Sam. Not that he'll let him flounder too long, but just long enough to get his laugh out of it.
For now, however? He doesn't care in the least. He wriggles just a bit as he settles into Dean's lap, letting himself be pulled, and all but purrs as Dean's kisses drift down his exposed neck. "Guys with tattoos lose body heat faster, y'know. Gotta keep warm somehow," he says solemnly. Is he bullshitting? If so, he's got that one down really well. Rhys has a *lot* of tattoos to justify his shameless heat-seeking ways if he's not.
But he's very happy where he is at the moment no matter what the justification, his hand travelling lazily over Dean's chest and shoulder, getting to explore what he's only gotten to admire from afar before.
Dean's certainly not thinking about his younger brother right then, his mind is on other things - like Rhys shifting around on his lap. Dean lets Rhys speak, and continues moving up his neck and to his mouth. Dean kisses Rhys there as well, but only once then pulls away enough to look him in the eyes. "Well, can't have you gettin' cold. Luckily, I'm like an oven." He thinks Rhys is about to say something else, so he leans in quick to surprise him with another kiss. Dean may let out a low growl of approval as Rhys hands enjoy their tour around his upper body.
It's slow and it's sweet and it's building up in a lazy curl like the first smoke from a starting fire. Rhys returns the kiss and when Dean lifts his head, he meets his lips and then lets his breath drift down the bigger man's jaw, tasting salt on his neck and shoulder with little licks and bites.
That growl sends a shiver through Rhys and his hand creeps under Dean's shirt, finding warm skin under the fabric. Much better things than talking, now that he's done with what he's said what he had to say.
In a tank top, Rhys already has a headstart on losing clothes and it's only fair.
Dean's hands begin to explore some too, moving from Rhys' sides and back, down cupping the other man's ass. He smiles as he ends the long-held kiss, but follows it up with several fast successive kisses, the last another long kiss as Dean's tongue enters Rhys' mouth and he moans a bit. Given where the mage is currently sitting, he'll most certainly be feeling something poking at him.
Rhys is happy to make it easy for Dean, sucking at his lower lip in between kisses as there's less pauses and more exploring. Dean definitely knows what he's doing and Rhys clings tighter, breathless and mussed when he comes up for air again.
Then chuckles, low and intimate, as he nuzzles into Dean's neck. "So...Hi." He's definitely noticed the effect it's having on Dean... And not bothering to hide the fact that Rhys's body is responding very enthusiastically, too. His hands stop wandering for a minute to tug at Dean's shirt, giving him a lazy look. "Off."
Bed would be good. Or right here is nice. He's actually really starting to like it right here, with plenty of room to stroke Dean's bare skin and feel him warm and solid under him. The TV is just background noise and they have the whole night to themselves.
Rhys and Dean must be thinking the same thing, because the kissing stops just for a moment as Dean stands up, not letting go of Rhys for a second to do so, and carries him to his bedroom - shutting the door behind them. He sits Rhys down, then pulls his shirt off of himself and tosses it aside. That's not the only article of clothing about to hit the floor though. Dean drops his pants too - but keeps his boxer briefs and socks on.
"Alright, your turn." Dean said, crawling onto the bed over Rhys, a finger playfully hooking his pants, his eyes locked with the other man's though and a smirk on his face.
Rhys can't help but squeak when Dean sweeps him up, grinning madly and holding on to make it easier. He's not a big guy, but he's not tiny either, and he clings to make it easier for Dean to haul him to more private quarters.
He watches with clear appreciation as clothes come off, down to the way Dean's underwear clings to his body, and gives a small murmur of approval as he slinks across the bed. "Okay, fair's fair." His hands slide over Dean's, slow and suggestive as he pulls his waistband down over his hips.
Pants first, then tank top. Rhys likes briefs, and as he strips down to them it reveals just how many tattoos and piercings he actually has. Some have magic to them, some are just symbols, and Rhys will be happy to give Dean a tour sometime, but...later. They have other things in mind right now, as Rhys tumbles onto the bed next to Dean.
And Rhys has Dean's full attention, his eyes taking in the smaller man's form, his ink, ...his briefs. Dean's typically the type to get right down to business and let it last a while, but tonight is different - tonight he's wanting a little more foreplay. Maybe because of whom he's with this time. It isn't some random person he meets while on a case or something - it's Rhys. Someone he truly cares about.
Climbing over Rhys, he leans down and starts kissing his chin, but very quickly moves to his lips. One of Dean's hands makes its way through Rhys' hair as his tongue enters Rhys' mouth.
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"Thanks Rhys." and he forces himself to face him.
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Just buddies. Just roommates, no matter what kind of life they happen to be coping with. Rhys has never made a secret of the fact that he's attracted to both genders, but he's also never pushed attention on someone who didn't want it.
"S'okay." He does look back at Dean, though. "This life, you know? You learn to say the important things, and then...well, life as usual."
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It's not a feeling Rhys has had often in his life. And as dangerous as life might be with the Winchesters, he has faith in Dean to do his damnedest to look after him. That means a lot to a guy that's been fending for himself since the rainy night cover ten years ago when his father threw him out in the street.
Yeah, the Winchesters aren't the only ones with the family issues thing, which is probably part of why Rhys gets them, or thinks he does.
"Hey, someone's gotta keep you out of trouble," Rhys cracks against Dean's shoulder, just as reluctant to let go. It's a much better way to watch a movie, as far as he's concerned.
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"Nice to know someone's got my back." The hug lasts at least a solid minute longer, but then Dean relaxes, even drunk Dean is worrying he may be freaking Rhys out. "Sorry. been a while since I hugged someone." a smirk.
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But he also knows Dean is Dean, so he lets him ease away with a little contented sound. "If you ever want the practice, we'll get you a Free Hugs T-shirt. You'll have a line." He gives him a sly look, dark eyebrows raised. Because of course Rhys has noticed that Dean is hot- especially when he smirks like that.
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Rhys though, he doesn't need to be strong around him, he can relax - be open and honest. "A line? Heh, maybe." the smile remaining on his face, then adds, "Would you be at the front of that line?"
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And if part of that is to help him feel needed, well, it all works out. He could have turned out far worse than he did, for what he's been through.
Rhys quirks eyebrows, wriggling his toes idly. "I might or might not be willing to knife-fight for the spot," he says with a quick flash of grin. Can't let things get too serious, here. "If I'm going to train you, I should be the one to benefit from it, right?"
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And if it's for a good cause, ferocious.
He *likes* that smile, the way Dean looks years younger when he relaxes like that. This is what nights at home should be like. "Told you, though, you'd have to be careful when you invited me back here. I'm just like a stray: hard to shake once you pick me up."
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He knows Dean is... Dean. Cagey, grumpy, sullen, and entirely too willing to take the world on his shoulders. Rhys would never push to be more to him than just a friend. But if Dean is willing to give something more a try?
Rhys thinks he likes the idea, too. "Y'know, anytime you want company, just gotta say so," he says, peering up from where he's tucked against Dean's chest. "'Cause I think I could definitely get used to this."
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Wherever it goes, Rhys is smart enough to let Dean have room to decide, without spooking, but given encouragement like this? He's not shy in the least, and he smooths over Dean's chest and ribs, wrapping close to him until he's nearly in his lap.
"You should probably know I steal the covers," he says when he comes up for air, eyes glittering. He nuzzles into the crook of Dean's shoulder, before lifting his head again. Because this is so much better than TV.
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For now, however? He doesn't care in the least. He wriggles just a bit as he settles into Dean's lap, letting himself be pulled, and all but purrs as Dean's kisses drift down his exposed neck. "Guys with tattoos lose body heat faster, y'know. Gotta keep warm somehow," he says solemnly. Is he bullshitting? If so, he's got that one down really well. Rhys has a *lot* of tattoos to justify his shameless heat-seeking ways if he's not.
But he's very happy where he is at the moment no matter what the justification, his hand travelling lazily over Dean's chest and shoulder, getting to explore what he's only gotten to admire from afar before.
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That growl sends a shiver through Rhys and his hand creeps under Dean's shirt, finding warm skin under the fabric. Much better things than talking, now that he's done with what he's said what he had to say.
In a tank top, Rhys already has a headstart on losing clothes and it's only fair.
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Then chuckles, low and intimate, as he nuzzles into Dean's neck. "So...Hi." He's definitely noticed the effect it's having on Dean... And not bothering to hide the fact that Rhys's body is responding very enthusiastically, too. His hands stop wandering for a minute to tug at Dean's shirt, giving him a lazy look. "Off."
Bed would be good. Or right here is nice. He's actually really starting to like it right here, with plenty of room to stroke Dean's bare skin and feel him warm and solid under him. The TV is just background noise and they have the whole night to themselves.
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"Alright, your turn." Dean said, crawling onto the bed over Rhys, a finger playfully hooking his pants, his eyes locked with the other man's though and a smirk on his face.
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He watches with clear appreciation as clothes come off, down to the way Dean's underwear clings to his body, and gives a small murmur of approval as he slinks across the bed. "Okay, fair's fair." His hands slide over Dean's, slow and suggestive as he pulls his waistband down over his hips.
Pants first, then tank top. Rhys likes briefs, and as he strips down to them it reveals just how many tattoos and piercings he actually has. Some have magic to them, some are just symbols, and Rhys will be happy to give Dean a tour sometime, but...later. They have other things in mind right now, as Rhys tumbles onto the bed next to Dean.
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Climbing over Rhys, he leans down and starts kissing his chin, but very quickly moves to his lips. One of Dean's hands makes its way through Rhys' hair as his tongue enters Rhys' mouth.
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