(Untitled)

[dean_actually]

Back after his trip out of town, the first thing that Dean does is stashing his pay away in a safe place, getting rid of his clothes and getting under the shower. He still can't think clearly, can't process properly. He doesn't want to. He wants to get high so badly that he has to turn the water to cold until he's shivering and his skin covered in

Comments

[jon_r_meyers]

Jon listens to the message left on his voicemail. Dean sounds... desperate and without wasting another second, he puts on his jacket, grabs the keys to his car and drives out to Dean. Leaning against the doorframe, he rings the bell, fighting down the urge to just come in.

[dean_actually]

Dean had been making coffee and cleaning hisplace, unable to stay still, needing to keep busy. When the doorbell rings, he stops scrubbing the oven and gets on his feet, cleaning his hands as he goes to open the door.

Seeing Jon, he pulls him into a tight hug. "Miss you."
There's a tight knot in his chest that gets undone as soon as Jon's reassuring, comforting presence gets to him through a few, slow kisses. "Good to see you," he murmurs. They go inside, in the kitchen, Dean pouring more coffee for himself and offering it to Jon.

[jon_r_meyers]

Returning the kisses, Jon murmurs "Miss you too. *So* glad you're back."

He nods as he's offered coffee and takes the cup, sipping it. Only now does he notice the bruises on Dean's neck and the nervous state he's in. Putting down his cup of coffee, he steps closer to him, caressing one of his cheeks. "Are you okay, Love? What... what happened?" For all he knows, the bruises could be wanted... or not. Worry and comfort are clear to see in Jon's eyes and he leans in to kiss Dean's nose, gently.

[dean_actually]

Sighing, Dean sits on one of the chairs and pulls Jon to sit on his lap, passing his arms around his waist and hiding his face on Jon's chest.

"Met a guy," he can't say it was Alex, of course. Better to keep Jon out of this as much as possible. "He hurt me. Humiliated me. I...couldn't control myself, I wanted it and I hated it and now I feel all...vulnerable." The words came out muffled since Dean was talking with his mouth pressed on Jon's shirt. "Talk to me? How is it for you, after?"