Caden leaned down as he kissed Dean's chest all the way to his stomach. He stopped on the man's happy trail, looking up at him. 

Dean gazed at Caden with eyes telling the man what he wanted. But he did not ask. He would never ask because he wished for Caden to take it. 

Caden looked back down at Dean's body, moving up before swiping his tongue against Dean's right nipple. 

Dean twitches as his body rubbed against Caden's. Due to the way they were positioned, their erections rubbed against each other. 

As he moaned out, Dean's nails scratched against the seat. Caden kept his reaction controlled, even though he was breathing hard, as he laughed against Dean's nipple. The air from the laughter hit against it, causing it to harden even more. 

"Caden, please." Dean quivered. 

The man did not say anything as he took Dean's nipple in his mouth, sucking it before he bit down. He pulled it back a bit with his teeth before running his tongue around it. 

Sinking his nails into the car seat, Dean was moaning as he tried to grind against Caden. 

But Caden gripped his hip, keeping him in place as he continued to abuse Dean's nipple before switching to the other one. 

Dean writhed under the move as the moans could not stop falling from his lips. They were filling the steamy car as the sounds were becoming music to Caden's ears. 

He let up, causing Dean to whimper from the loss. 

Caden had a grip on Dean's hips with both hands as he gave a hard squeeze that drove the man crazy. Dean wanted to arch his back as he threw his head back, covering his forehead with his arm. 

But he couldn't since Caden held him in place. He could only breathe hard as he looked at the man with hooded eyes that were begging for relief. 

Caden licked his lips at the image under him. He had imagined Dean in this position many times (also regretting it right after). And to finally see it was worth more than any fantasy he had. 

He leaned forward, invading Dean's mouth with his tongue as he licked every place he could. They both moaned when their tongues touched as Caden rubbed the tip of his against the piercing. 

He slowly ground against Dean, driving the man mad, swallowing each moan that came from his mouth. 

They kissed for a second longer before Caden pulled back, biting the man's lip as they were breathing hard. 

He let the lip go before kissing his way to Dean's ear. He licked it from the helix down to the lobe. Caden took the earlobe in his mouth, sucking on it. 

Dean took a sharp inhale as he quivered from the sensation. 

Caden lets the earlobe fall from his mouth as he breathes in Dean's ear, "What do you want, baby?" 

Dean moaned as his eyes rolled back a bit from the sound of Caden's voice in his ear. The man sounded like a wreck as honey filled his tongue. 

"Tell me what you want," Caden demanded. 

Dean could not refuse the demand as he trembles, "I-I need r-release." 

"Good boy." Caden praised, causing Dean to blush as he felt warm from it. 

Picking himself up, Caden was practically sitting on Dean's legs. His hands were still on the man's hips as he lined their clothed erections. Once they were touching, he ground against Dean. 

Dean moaned as Caden groaned from the move. Dean's hand was trembling as he grabbed the man's leg. 

Caden kept grinding, practically thrusting against Dean. Moans continued to fill the car as Dean had his head back, showing off his neck as his nails were scratching against Caden's leg. 

Dean's face and the sensation of the thrusts were making Caden crazy as he tightly held Dean's hips. He knew that he was bruising the man. And knowing that he was leaving marks did not help keep his control. 

"Look at you, moaning so beautifully for me. You don't understand the things you do to me; how crazy you drive me. I want to break you apart and mark you as mine so that only I can touch you.

"The taste of you can create an addiction that I do not want to come down from. Your expressions are worth more than any art I have ever seen. The sounds spilling out your mouth is music to my ears that no one could replicate.

"All I want is for you to reach your climax, baby. I want to see the way your body will convulse from your release, the way your face would look, and how that pretty mouth will scream. 

"Can you do that for me, baby? Can you let go for me?" Words spilled out Caden's mouth without a break as he watched Dean. 

He was so close, but he wanted to see Dean let go before he did. Caden wanted to record the scene and engrave it into his memory. 

Both of Dean's hands were on Caden's legs as he was leaning back, moaning like crazy as Caden's words washed over him. 

He closed his eyes, breathing hard as he nodded at Caden's questions. Dean was so close; he needed something to throw him over the edge. 

And Caden always knew what Dean needed as the man said, "Good boy." 

Dean let out a scream before biting his mouth closed as his body convulsed as his eyes rolled a bit back. 

Caden took in the reaction as he followed behind Dean as the man's expression pushed him over the edge. 

He let go of Dean as he rested his head on the man's shoulder, breathing hard. Dean's body was still trembling as he was trying to catch his breath. 

They ignored the wetness in their underwear when Caden suddenly laughed. "I was playing to return this dress to your mother, and I do not think I can now." 

Dean laughed at that too as the atmosphere started to change to a light one. 

They stayed like that for a while as they calmed down. The car was silent before Dean filled it, "Is our friendship ruined?" 

Caden sat up, ignoring the prominent spot on the dress he was wearing. The dress rode up, almost showing his underwear. 

He looked at Dean as they stared at each other. Dean bit his lip as there was a worried and scared expression on his face. 

They did not think this through. 

Caden shook his head, "No. But we should give each other some space." 

Dean popped his body up, almost causing Caden to slide off as his back hit against the car's board. "You just said our friendship is fine, but you are asking for space?" 

Dean started to feel scared that Caden was going to leave him. 

Caden brought his hand forward, getting ready to touch Dean's cheek, but stopped before it connected. Dean quivered at the almost touch. 

"I want you," Caden started as his eyes looked clouded, "that is why I think we need space." 

"But. But. I want you too." Dean answered as he wanted to feel happy at their feelings being mutual. But panic overrode everything because he did not wish to have "space." 

Hearing those words, Caden softly kissed Dean's cheek before moving out of the man's lap and making his way back to his seat. 

He reached over, pulling Dean's seat back up, causing the man to straighten himself. Then he grabbed the seatbelt and buckled Dean. 

Caden buckled himself right after as he pulled out of the parking lot before entering the street. 

During the whole time, Dean was in a daze as he touched his cheek. 

"We have always been together since we met, and I think we both need space to think about our feelings, Dean." 

Dean cut out of his daze when he heard Caden's words. His nails anxiously tapped against his pants as he ignored the stickiness he was starting to feel. 

"We have to see those wedding planners on Saturday," Dean said. 

"Saturday is in a couple of days; it will give us time to think," Caden answered. 

Dean was getting ready to say another excuse when Caden cut him off. "Dean, I am not saying that I want to leave. I swear I am not going anywhere. You need to understand that we need space to think about everything we did before talking about it. 

"Being together all the time will only cause us to push it down and do the same thing again without thinking about our actions. And that will only lead us to a terrible road. I do not want that. 

"So, please understand why I am saying this." 

Dean sighed as he understood what Caden was getting at. But it did not stop his fear of the man leaving him. Caden was someone he did not want to lose ever. Maybe they should not have done what they did. Dean should have stopped it. 

"I don't regret it," Caden whispered like he did not want to speak those words out loud. 

Dean looked over as those words calmed his racing mind. "I don't either." He whispered back. 

It was silent for a few minutes before Dean said, "I understand. We will give each other the needed space." 

Caden hummed as he paid attention to driving them back home. 

Dean leaned his head against the window, touching his lips as he could not stop remembering Caden's touching his. 

He took a deep breath as finally having a taste left him with a slight addiction that fantasies could never quench. 

A couple of days. Dean thought as he closed his eyes; his fingers never left his lips.