The insults were spurring on Lindsey's anger, but more than that, his passion. His own manhood in his trousers started to tent at the verbal fight Dean was putting up.

"I don't care if they want it or not... What matters is I want it!" In a sudden move that would catch the hunter by surprise, Lindsey got off to twist Dean around, flipping him, then got back on to press the hunter face down into the couch. His single handed grip on those wrists tightened in a bone bruising hold as his hand snaked down to fondle the hunter's groin getting hard beneath that body. His own could be felt as a hardness pressing against Dean's back when Lindsey stretched out over him.

"I don't know, Dean, it feels like you like me very much."