Ethan's got this tiny mole, right at the back of his neck at his hairline, and Dean tongues it gently as they try to gather their things again, breaking every few moments to fall into each other's arms again, unable to keep their hands to themselves. Getting ready to head back to the diner is a very long process.
"So do I get to spend the rest of the evening pretending I don't know you're flirting with me?" says Dean, taking another look across the river, memorizing the place.
"Do I get to spend the rest of my shift trying not to burn myself on the grill every time you give me one of those looks?"
"You almost burned yourself?"
"Twice," Ethan admits. "Not often someone like you passes through looking at someone like me."
"Idiots," says Dean, pulling him closer by the belt loops to give him another kiss. He's not surprised, though. Small town like this, grease-stained apron covering half his best parts, hardly ever looking anyone in the eye. It's pretty easy to see why someone like Ethan's been overlooked, and frankly in these kinds of small towns it might be better that way. "You ever think about getting out of here?"
"Waiting for my little sister to finish school this spring," he admits, pressing fingertips to Dean's collarbone for a moment, staring at his throat instead of his eyes. "Then we're both leaving this place behind. Not that it doesn't have its, uh, good memories."
Dean doesn't ask. He gets it. And he just smiles as he tugs on Ethan's beltloops again, this time back in the direction they came.
"You're going to be late," he murmurs.
"Won't be the first time," says Ethan. His lips are swollen and his hair is a disaster and for a moment Dean actually feels like the cradle robber he is. Ethan looks freshly fucked, even though they didn't so much as manage to get more than shirts off the whole time they were here. "Maybe not for this reason."
Dean tries to smooth down his hair, then gives up. If Ethan doesn't mind heading back looking like that, then Dean doesn't either.
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Date: 2008-07-28 10:23 pm (UTC)"So do I get to spend the rest of the evening pretending I don't know you're flirting with me?" says Dean, taking another look across the river, memorizing the place.
"Do I get to spend the rest of my shift trying not to burn myself on the grill every time you give me one of those looks?"
"You almost burned yourself?"
"Twice," Ethan admits. "Not often someone like you passes through looking at someone like me."
"Idiots," says Dean, pulling him closer by the belt loops to give him another kiss. He's not surprised, though. Small town like this, grease-stained apron covering half his best parts, hardly ever looking anyone in the eye. It's pretty easy to see why someone like Ethan's been overlooked, and frankly in these kinds of small towns it might be better that way. "You ever think about getting out of here?"
"Waiting for my little sister to finish school this spring," he admits, pressing fingertips to Dean's collarbone for a moment, staring at his throat instead of his eyes. "Then we're both leaving this place behind. Not that it doesn't have its, uh, good memories."
Dean doesn't ask. He gets it. And he just smiles as he tugs on Ethan's beltloops again, this time back in the direction they came.
"You're going to be late," he murmurs.
"Won't be the first time," says Ethan. His lips are swollen and his hair is a disaster and for a moment Dean actually feels like the cradle robber he is. Ethan looks freshly fucked, even though they didn't so much as manage to get more than shirts off the whole time they were here. "Maybe not for this reason."
Dean tries to smooth down his hair, then gives up. If Ethan doesn't mind heading back looking like that, then Dean doesn't either.