Destiel- Drive me Crazy (Completed)

Alex

"Your what!?!" I snapped, taking my hand from the door knob where it had been resting. "Your what??" I said, a little more gently. 
"Technically she's my niece, but I've been her guardian since she was 3, so now I'm her dad. She was calling because her friend had been in a car crash and he's in hospital, and i can't be there for her, or him..." He slumped to the floor, his back against the wall and his head in his hands. "And it's killing me-" His voice cut off with a sob that he tried to contain.
I dropped my shoes and sat beside him, wrapping my arm around his shoulder and pulling him in, he rested his head on my shoulder. "I'm sorry I slapped you"
Dean smiled. "That's okay, you didn't know."
"You should have told me, you know"
"Don't take it personally, the only person that knows is my brother." Dean wiped at his eyes frantically. "He takes care of her during racing season"
"So... who are her parents?"
"My brother Adam. He had Alex young, some crazy fling, when the girl found out she was pregnant, they agreed to raise it together, but only 8 months in she died, and then when Alex was 2 Adam... uh- he... there was a car crash. It took a while to get the adoption sorted, but eventually she came to my care." I nodded, smiling at him as reassuringly as I could. 
"So her name's Alex? What's she like?"

We talked idly about Alex for a short while, the way Dean spoke of her... It was clear he loved her. She was 17, and apparently just like Dean: Stubborn, funny, a loud-mouth, but still loyal and kind to those she loved, one of these people was her best friend Joe, the one in the crash. Dean said he knew she would be sitting by his bedside everyday until he was released from hospital.
"She sounds wonderful Dean... I'm sorry you can't be there"
"I just miss her so bad. Kid's the fucking light of my life." He sighed, taking my hand in his. "You know, I'm glad you found out."
"Me too." I went to kiss his cheek, but he turned to catch my lips instead. He cupped my face and leant closer. We kissed tenderly for a few minutes, but my hands found their way to his exposed skin and i found myself caressing his abs, slipping lower and lower. Dean whined when my hand pushed past his boxer waistband and gently stroked the length of his half-hard dick. Without moving to the bed, he undressed me and pulled me onto his lap, my knees on the ground either side of his hips. We locked lips again, his hands finding my ass as his beat me for dominance in our battle of tongues, i hummed in approval as his hands slipped inside my briefs, and massaged my ass cheeks. 
Dean whimpered when my hand left his dick and landed on his shoulder, but i kissed the frown off his face, and rolled my hips down on his lap, making both of us hiss in a breath of air. His hands tightened on my ass, but i liked it, guiding his other to join the first. Once his arms were both around me, I set my hands on his pecs and rolled my hips again, grinding down on his bulge. Switching up my rotations now and again, I kept this up for a while, Dean set his head back against the wall, biting his lip, his eyes fluttering, i took the opportunity to nibble and suck at his neck, leaving what i was sure would be a hickey by the morning. He let a groan slip past his lips, spurring me on, my own willpower was less impressive and i had already let a moan escape. Dean had seemed surprised when i did- i suppose he'd never heard it from a man before- but it had soon been overtaken by a grin. 
He was mumbling now, my name slipping past his lips amongst other words of praise. I leant back, fumbling with my boxers, trying to free my erection, once I had, I released Dean's too, and wrapped a firm hand around the both of us. Dean's eyes flew open and he let slip another moan. He tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled me closer, connecting our lips fervently. It didn't take long to undo his restraint, and soon we were both a moaning mess, kisses capturing the sounds and muffling them until we couldn't tell who's pleasure belonged to who. I felt connected to him more than just physically, for a breif moment we were one and the same. And then we were panting and coming down from an immense high, our chests splattered white like a jackson pollock painting.
I slid from his lap and collapsed beside him, both of us breathing heavily. He slipped his hand over mine and the both of us just stayed there, quietly contemplating ehat exactly we were to eachother.