The kisses were a little less ticklish than his fingers but Dean still squirmed underneath him. There were other reasons for the squirming. He could just imagined those lips going lower and lower. Yeah, he had forgotten that there was talking of dinner before they started this. Dean licked his lips.

"Dinner could wait," he said, reaching down to run his hands over Merle's shoulders and arms. "We might need to work up an appetite first. You know, get some exercise."

They should probably talk about how far they wanted to go. This was the first time they had really gotten physical with each other. Dean was happy to go straight to bed and screw around for the next hour or so. He could cook after when they were satisfied. Maybe they'd cap it off with some dessert too. He was absolutely thinking about fooling around again after dinner.