They stripped themselves of their clothes, discarding them on the lower bunk with Billie's giggling assurances that Juan was spending the night in Anita's cabin.

"He knew I wanted time with you," Billie explained, a flush spreading down his throat and bare chest.

"You planned to spend tonight with me?" Dean asked with a smirk and a raised eyebrow as he went to fetch a rag to wipe the blue and white makeup from Billie's face.

"If everything went okay with the acts then...yeah," Billie shrugged, looking somewhat embarrassed before Dean kissed the doubt from his lips,

"Thank you," Dean murmured.

"Oh also," Billie drew back with twinkling eyes, "I love you too, wolf-man."

"Please," Dean shook his head, "never call me that."

"Why not?" Billie laughed. "It's kind of catchy. Plus, I like the idea of you being an animal in bed."

Dean snorted affectionately, "You don't know what you like in bed."

"Well let's find out shall we?" Billie asked, biting his lip and looking up with a teasing expression at the older boy. "I got something off one of the coochie girls."

"Well that sounds distinctly worrying," Dean replied with a frown as Billie snorted.

"No you idiot – this," Billie twisted his arm back to reach under his pillow, drawing out a small pot of what Dean knew was personal lubricant - and quite an expensive brand by the looks of it.

"She told me we'd need it," Billie shrugged, his face expectant as he monitored for Dean's reaction.

Dean groaned and pressed his mouth against Billie's sternum, "Just please tell me it wasn't my sister."

Billie's laughter rang out loudly as he stroked Dean's hair, "I promise. Although she might have been in the vicinity at the time."

Dean snorted, "It's fine, we'll just consider it payback for all the times she's over-shared with me."

"Really?" Billie questioned with a smirk.

"Trust me," Dean nodded grimly, "I now know far more than I ever wanted to about the nighttime habits of Raymond Breaux and Lola Simmons."

Billie giggled as he dipped his head down for another kiss, shuffling across the rather cramped space of the bunk.

"Bed's a little small," Dean chuckled as he ran a hot hand up Billie's inner thigh.

"Lucky I'm a contortionist then," Billie exclaimed with a gleam in his eye as Dean groaned again.

"What?" Billie asked, biting his lip.

"Nothing," Dean shook his head. "It's just an incredibly hot image."

"Well let's make it a reality." Billie whispered as he drew one of his legs back, allowing Dean to gently flip him over, hands on Billie's hips, pulling the other boy towards him.

"W-what are you doing?" Billie stammered as he must have felt Dean's warm breath ghosting over him.

"Trust me," Dean murmured as he drew back a moment, appreciating the view of Billie on his knees, spread out in front of him.

Dean gently reached out to pull the globes of Billie's ass cheeks apart, revealing his dark pink hole which was clenching and unclenching rhythmically as Billie took deep, gasping breaths.

Dean knew he had to get Billie to relax somehow, so he leant forwards, gently pressing kisses to the inside of either cheek before sticking out his tongue and running a long hot stripe across the crack, dipping in at the puckered opening.

Billie let out a surprised yelp, which quickly turned into a moan as Dean repeated the action, again and again.

Dean took his time, slowly and lazily licking Billie open. He could feel Billie's pulse rushing to the surface as Dean worried and lapped at the skin until it was dripping hot and wet.

"Is - is this it?" Billie gasped. "This feels amazing."

Dean smiled as he drew back to place kisses up Billie's spine. "This is just the beginning," he whispered before pressing a finger tentatively against Billie's hole.

"Yes..." Billie murmured, pushing back eagerly as Dean moved back down to press his tongue in along with the tip of his finger. Billie's hole fluttered invitingly around him and a moment later the other boy was pressing back in jerking thrusts, wiggling his hips as if trying to draw Dean in deeper.

The thought was delicious as Dean moved to coat his finger in the oil, sliding it back against Billie's crack and pushing in with ease.

"Oh my god..." Billie whined, arching his spine further than Dean knew a normal person could.

Billie twisted round above him, one hand going up to steady them against the roof of the cabin, allowing him to watch Dean's face as he thrust into him with his fingers, to see the tanned skin of Dean's arm and hand moving and sliding against the wet pale hue of Billie's skin.

Billie was now crouched nearly upright as he sunk himself tentatively down on Dean's fingers which rose up to meet him. Billie let out a loud gasp, his other hand lifting to slam up against the ceiling as well.

Dean quickly moved to wrap his free arm around Billie's waist, allowing him to be suspended, pushing down and rising up, fucking himself on Dean's fingers.

Billie twisted further still, capturing Dean's parted lips in a kiss, the younger man's tongue swiping across Dean's mouth. Billie whined as he jerked downwards, further this time, causing their teeth to clack together as they panted at each other's mouths.

"I'm going to turn round," Billie breathed, his voice breaking on the last word. Dean nodded as he nosed forwards, licking the trailing beads of sweat from the sides of Billie's neck. Billie arched his leg to circle over Dean's arms, spinning himself on Dean's fingers before coming to wrap his legs around Dean's waist.

Billie moaned as he gently lowered himself backwards so he was now lying down again, staring up at Dean with wide eyes, his ass elevated invitingly.

Dean slid his fingers out, taking with them a trail of shining spit and oil, staining the sheets as he moved to reach for Billie's erection. The other boy's cock was hard against his stomach, the purple skin was taut and smooth as Dean ringed his messy fingers around it and began to jerk Billie off.

"W-wait!" Billie cried out, spasming upwards. "Please - I don't want it to be over too soon."

Dean chuckled but obliged as he slid up for one more lazy pump before instead reaching for his own neglected and eager cock.

"Do you feel open enough for me to come inside you?" Dean asked, raising his eyebrows at his own erection to indicate to Billie what he meant.

Billie flushed further as he propped himself up on his elbows, "That's what happens?"

"It can do," Dean shrugged. "But it doesn't have to, there are other things."

"No," Billie shook his head adamantly, "I want that, that sounds good."

Dean smiled fondly at him before moving to slick his cock in a thick silky layer of oil, lining it up against Billie's hole.

"I'll go slow," Dean whispered, before pressing gently in. Billie's hand suddenly shot out and Dean froze but the younger boy simply reached for Dean's, entwining their fingers tightly.

Dean inched in at the slowest pace he could manage but Billie was so hot, so inviting, making small jerking movements beneath him that were going to drive Dean crazy. Several times Dean had to stop for his own benefit, lest he come there and then.

"Fuck you're tight," Dean panted, finally enveloping the entirety of his shaft in Billie and forcing himself to still.

He looked up at Billie's face, the other boy’s lips were parted and his eyes squeezed shut. There was a wetness on his lashes that Dean made to wipe away gently with the pad of his thumb.

"You're okay," Dean murmured, cradling Billie's cheek in his hand. "I've got you Billie."

Billie opened his eyes slowly, they were shining but he surged upwards for a kiss, wrapping his arms around Dean's neck as he licked his way into the older boy's mouth.

A few minutes of heated kissing later and Dean began to thrust carefully upwards, allowing Billie to push back down to meet him.

"Oh my god," Billie moaned as Dean began to fuck him in earnest. Billie's legs slipped upwards from Dean's waist to buckle under his armpits as the younger boy folded himself upwards, plastering his front against Dean's as Dean reached down to take Billie' leaking cock in his hand, pumping it in time with his own thrusts.

A minute later and Billie was already coming, his mouth dropped open and his eyes tightly closed as Dean felt the warm pulses of come spurt out through his fingers, dripping down his wrists.

Dean's orgasm followed closely afterwards, whiting out his vision as he pumped himself hotly into Billie.

They collapsed down against the sodden sheets, a mess of tangled, sweaty limbs. The stench of come and saliva thickening the air around them as Dean pulled himself out of Billie, dribbles of white running down the inside of the other boy's thighs.

Billie twisted round to face Dean, reaching his fingers out to trace swirling patterns down his cheek. "I love you," Billie whispered softly.

"I love you too," Dean replied, exhaustion and completeness already soaking over him as he moved to cradle Billie in his arms, feeling the rising and falling breaths of his lover matching his own.