Always On My Mind

Unchained Melody

April 2015

James' heartbeat slowed as he turned and saw Dean leaning against the doorframe, looking him up and down. Traces of sleep still present in his deep green eyes. He smiled softly as their eyes met. Dean crossed the room in long strides with his arms extended. James hesitated, his gaze instead falling upon the refrigerator, his stomach still protesting. "Hungry" he stammered. Dean gently rested his hand upon James' hip and pulled him closer.

"Me too" Dean muttered, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. He dropped his hands when he heard the rumble of James' stomach, stepping around him to open the doors of the fridge. The too-bright light illuminated his face, causing a halo of golden light around the top of his head. James couldn't help but stare at his fiancé. Dean picked up a foil covered plate and closed the doors.

"I know you aren't so keen on reheated left over's but it's pretty much all we have." Dean pushed the plate into the microwave, turned the dial and pushed the machines buttons. "You shouldn't have fallen asleep." He winked at James and waited for the food to finish cooking, the smell filling the kitchen and making the men salivate. Dean leaned against the counter, watching the microwave turn the dish around and around.

The slow and continuous hum made James feel tired again but he decided to stand firm. With each passing moment he became increasingly hungry; his stomach reminding him with loud rumbles every few seconds. So he watched the plate continue to revolve, resting his head upon Dean's shoulder, letting him run his fingers softly through his hair. James' hair smelt of vanilla and coconuts, Dean couldn't help but breathe it in as he embraced his fiancé and ran his hands over his bare arms.

Dean smiled as he felt James nestle into him; he kept on caressing his arm as he turned James to face him.

"Beautiful" Dean breathed as he ran a hand through James' soft, scruffy hair.

James bit gently down on his lower lip and began moving his crotch against Dean's.

"Likewise" he whispered in return, a grin on his face.

Dean ran his fingers down James' torso, stopping at the small trail of hair beneath his belly button and stroking it softly. He took James semi hard length in his hand and held him gently. James groaned and rested his back against the kitchen work top, leaving his neck exposed for Dean to kiss and bite. He dug his fingers into the skin surrounding Dean's biceps and moaned as his fiancé went to work.

"Fuck." Moaned James, jerking his hips forwards - the slow pace of Dean nearly drove him insane; he was aching for more. He was glad of Dean ignoring the beep of the microwave signalling that the food was ready. Instead he pressed his lips against James.

***

When James awoke the next morning, Dean was gone. He rubbed his tired eyes and slapped his cheeks a few times to wake himself up. His hair was stuck to his temples and his back was killing him. A glance at the clock showed him that he still had half an hour before he needed to get ready for work but Jimmy decided that since he was already up he may as well start preparing for the day ahead. As he got to his feet he realised how much the rest of his body hurt. The previous night had taken its toll on him; not that he was complaining.

On his way to work James ate the breakfast sandwich that Dean had made him. His fiancé had left a note on the outside of the wrapping; "have a beautiful day, don't forget I'm picking you up tonight so take a suit. I love you -D". That familiar sense of warmth and security spread through his chest.

It was an average run of the mill kind of day; aside from the kids being excited about the weekend and occasionally disobeying instructions, nothing exciting happened. That is until a boy from his class, Norman Mendes, remained seated after he had dismissed everyone at the end of the day. He was tugging nervously on the sleeves of his jacket. At first, James didn't even notice that he was sitting there; he packed up his laptop and cleared the board. He was focusing on Dean and the thought of him leaning back against the door of his prized Impala in the parking lot, waiting for James.