Dean had just enough whiskey to feel bold. As Dempsey leaned in, Dean stood still, body fixed and feeling the effects of having Dempsey so close. He could smell his cologne and the liquor on his breath.

"No," He whispered, reaching around to the back of Don Juan's neck to tug him closer. "I'm afraid I will." And he closed the gap, lips crashing against Dempsey's roughly, pouring the years worth of pent up feelings into every motion. His hands were equally as possessive, pulling Dempsey against him fully with his free hand as he savored what was probably the worst decision he could have made in the moment.