As if possessed with a ghostly haste, he begins to shove all his gear into his gym bag, quickly shoving on a shirt and a pair of loose trousers.
"Sorry Dean, i've got to get home sharpish" He says sitting down right in front of you, barely crushing you under his giant backside. You don't catch Dean's reply to this as your eyes widen to the smooth fabric that clings to Luke muscular ass cheeks, the sound of everything but your own heartbeat in your ears. He shoots back up again, now with his shoes on, and slings his gym bag over his shoulder. For a moment you fear he is leaving without you, but this fear is dashed as his hand envelopes you.
With you secure in his fist he brings you up to his face while no one is looking.
"What happened to you man?" His breath sweeps over you, tinted with cola.
"I don't know, i really need your help though." He just looks at you for a while longer before Dean walks out the shower, water dripping from his naked form.
"Weren't you going?" He asks. Luke panics, quickly shoving you into the nearest hiding place.
"Yeah, just looking for my...erm...socks, yeah" He bends down and pick up the nearest random pair of socks, to which Dean nodded and headed back. "That was close, eh Tom?"
You however don't hear him while trapped in his...
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