Three's a Crowd(boyxboy) (Completed!)

Chapter 6: Breakfast and Boners

Dean's POV*

The next morning I got up at my regular time and found Payton passed out on the couch, in nothing but a thong. Fucking classy.

I grabbed a blanket and rested it over him, and went on with getting breakfast, and getting ready for the day.

I cooked some eggs and bacon,and to my surprise, I heard Payton rousing from his sleep.

"Dean?" He called still half asleep. "Are you... cooking breakfast?" His voice was laced with sleepiness.

"Yeah. Did you want some?" I asked.

"Yes... please. It's smells... so good."

"Are you awake enough to eat?" I asked him next.

No response.

"Payton?" I came around the corner to the living room. "Hey Payton."

He had passed out again. I smiled stupidly, and went back to making breakfast.

I made enough for the both of us, and covered his and put it in the microwave. I then wrote a note and stucked on the fridge :Made you food. It's in the microwave.

I ate my breakfast, then went back to my room until I had to work in the afternoon.

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Payton's POV

I woke up at noon.

Damn last night was rough. A fucking dirty old man tried take me home with him. Absolutely not, fucking pervert! When I did get home I tore off all my clothes and passed out on the couch.

I yawned, and slowly sat up. "Hey Dean are you home?" I called out through the apartment.

"Yeah, but I'm leaving for work soon."

I stood up stretching both arms upward. And walked toward his room. "I'm coming in okay."

"Oh now you have the decency to announce when you are coming in." He said

"Yeah, cause I'm still sleepy." I said as I entered his room.

"Right, tired Payton has morals. I forgot." He said teasingly. He was sat on his bed watching something on Netflix. He grabbed the remote and paused it.

I climbed into his bed with him, sitting myself in his lap straddling him forwards. I was facing toward him and I put my arms around his neck. "Last night was the worst." I told him. I rested my head on his shoulder. "Some disgusting old guy waited for me to get off and tried to get me to go home with him. Thank God Dan was there, or he might have snatched me."

"Fuck, are you alright? Why didn't you wake me last night and tell me?" He asked in deep concern.

"I was already safe at that point and I didn't want to bother you while you slept. Besides, Dan scared him shitless, so I doubt he'll be coming back anytime soon."

"I'm glad to hear that Payton. I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you." He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tightly. "When you work again this week, I'm coming to pick you up. I don't care how late it is."

"You're my knight in shiny armour." I said smirking. "Protecting me from all the creepy old men."

He laughed.

Oh how I loved his laugh.

"Trust me, if anyone other creep tries to grab you, I'll be beating them to a
pulp."

Even though we weren't dating, Dean was serious about protecting me. I may be an inconsiderate asshole most of the time, but he still cared about me, and I was happy he would always be there for me.

"Hmm." I said smirking. "It's almost like your my boyfriend."

He rolled his eyes at me. "You always have to make it about that don't you?"

"Of course darling. You know just how bad I want you." I started kissing neck.

He shut his eyes, and let out a soft noise.

Surprisingly, he didn't stop me, so I kept going to see how far I could get. I lead kisses down his neck, to the collar of his shirt. I took my arms from around his neck, and brought them to the bottom of his shirt, where I started to pull it up and off.

Still, he did nothing to stop me, and cooperated as I tugged his shirt off.

I continued kissing him, downwards toward his chest, past his naval and to the waistband of his sweatpants. I scooted my ass backward, and started to remove them.

At this point I was really in shock. Normally, He would told me to stop by now, but he still hadn't. Taking that as a sign, I kept going.

I pulled them down, leaving his boxers on. I took my hand and placed it on top of his dick, then looked to his face for a reaction.

"What?" He asked smirking at me. "Aren't you going continue?"

"Okay what is going on?" I asked in a huff. "Why aren't you stopping me?"

He still had that stupid smirk on. "No reason."

My face lit up red. "But...But there... " I trailed off in embarrassment and confusion.

"But what?" He asked. "If your gonna do it, hurry it up. I have to leave for work in half an hour." He looked so smug right now, it was so sexy but so irritating as well.

"Hmph! Now I don't want to." I said pouting and looking away face still red.

"Oh come on!" He said laughing. "What happened to wanting me so badly?"

"I do..." I told him. "But- But this just doesn't feel like a good time." I said making an excuse.

"Oh, right now is the perfect time." He contradicted. "I don't have to go to work yet, Margo isn't here, and, I'm more then willing. Go ahead Payton." He said leaning back on the headboard with his arms behind his head. That stupid smug grin was still firmly planted on his face.

He was calling my bluff. He knew I wouldn't do it. That is why he was acting so smug.

Although I was a Homewrecking whore, and had ruined many relationships in the past, things were different between him and I. Unlike the others I had messed around with, I respected and cared about Dean, and all I wanted was for him to be happy. Even if it meant being happy with her and not me.

"I... I can't." I muttered, looking away from him. I started to climb off.

"Can't, or won't?" He asked still smirking.

"Shut up! You damn well know I can't! You and that wench still love each other, and I'm not going to fuck things up for you." I walked away from him.

"Payton!" He called before I got to his door.

I looked over my shoulder.

"Thank you." He uttered softly. His face had soften, and I could tell he was happy I didn't push any farther.

"Whatever. I'm not that bitch." I told him in frustration. "You know me better than that." I left his room in a huff, and went to my own. I closed my door, and climbed into my bed curling up. I started to cry like a fucking bitch.

This was not a good look.

I fucking hated everything. It was the perfect situation, Dean wasn't going to stop me, and I had to go and be a fucking decent person for once in my god damn life. Fuck I hated myself!

I laid there with my heart aching, wondering why he didn't he just draw the line between us. If he would just tell me no, I would be fine. But he didn't. He instigated me constantly, getting my hopes up that maybe he did feel the same way I did. I was so confused right now, and I just wanted to leave and never come back. I had enough saved in ones to do it too...

I stayed where I was for a long time, until I heard him leave for work.

"I'm heading to work." He called, but I ignored him, and laid down like a hot mess I was.