Fourth floor common room, Sunday morning

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Dean was in the kitchen making breakfast for whoever happened by as he occasionally was wont to do. Hunter was with him, stalking across the back of the sofa and sniffing curiously inbetween the cushions. The tv, thankfully had been dispossessed of whatever weirdness that had had it playing pirate porn the night before and Dean had it tuned to nothing more provocative than some music videos.

All in all it was a fairly cheerful morning.

[OOC: free breakfast for any who wants it.]

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[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

Alec grinned broadly. "Maybe sometime you could show me some," he said. "But I'm happier doing than watching too."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Maybe I could," Dean said, grinning and leaning in closer to Alec. "Maybe watching will lead to doing."

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

Alec's eyes flashed with something hot and dark and he chewed at his lip as he debated dragging Dean back to the Place. He had the cheerleading tryouts a little later though, so probably it was best not to push it. Instead, he reached over and grabbed Dean's shirt, pulling him into a swift, hard kiss. "Anytime, man," he said when he pulled back, grinning again.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Don't know if I can get the porn, but how about tonight?" Dean invited, giving Alec a heated look. "After you're done watching people audition to shake their pompoms."

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

"You're on," Alec said, looking pleased.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean grinned and pulled Alec to him for another hard kiss. "I'll pencil you in," he teased when he released Alec.