He curled in towards Dean's chest. He felt tension and thought and emotion leak out of him at each juncture where their skin touched, and the feeling of emptiness that remained was peaceful.

"Not tonight," Don Juan sighed. There were things to talk about. He thought he owed Hudson an explanation of some of his frantic thought processes tonight, and more details about his past, and a world of apologies. If they were going to be together for anything longer than the night, there would be discussions to be had about boundaries and norms, something that might help make this time different than the first time. But he didn't think he could do any of these conversations justice tonight anyway, now that weariness had settle deep inside him. All he wanted now was for Dean to hold him.

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