This takes place about a year after Tony and Dean hooked up so I guess it's a prequel to My Light. Its just a short little oneshot. Just a day with Tony and Dean. It has no spoilers for either show but it does kind of have spoilers for The Voyage Home, a twenty four year old Star Trek film, if you count that.

Here's the thing, I don't usually write sex scenes but this one kind of just…turned out like this. I'm a girl that has dated both guys and girls so I'm always kind of iffy about writing two guys because, well, I'm not a guy.

I wasn't really sure what to rate this. I don't really go into detail because this site has a policy against NC-17 stories and I'm not great at writing sex scenes.

I don't own anything.

"Oh, him? He's harmless. Part of the free speech movement at Berkeley in the sixties. I think he did a little too much LDS."

Dean was giggling. Slumped on Tony's couch in nothing but his boxers, head resting against Tony's thigh, giggling.

On Tony's flat screen TV, Captain James T. Kirk of the USS Enterprise was explaining his first officer's odd behavior.

Tony said nothing about this. He said nothing about the fact that Dean was a closet Star Trek fan. If he did, he might not get to see Dean like this. He might not get to hear that laugh come out of Dean while Chekov asked on screen about the "nuclear wessels".

"I wanted to name my dog Bones," Dean commented out of the blue after the Bones on screen gave a woman on dialysis a pill to re-grow her liver.

"You had a dog?" Tony asked with a small smile because he didn't doubt the comment. He thought there were pretty obvious reasons why Dean liked Bones better than any of the other characters on Star Trek.

"Naw but if I did I would have…" He shrugged. "I was six, dude." He grinned and turned back to the movie.

Tony grinned along with him. It wasn't too often they got to see each other when something wasn't wrong. Neither of them usually got days off and, mostly, they'd call each other when something bad happened.

Being here with Dean, watching a freaking Star Trek movie was nice. Dean had a few days before he had to meet up with his dad and it was Saturday. They'd spent the last seven hours making up for lost time, for the two months previous they hadn't seen each other at all.

Tony ran a hand lightly over Dean's ribs and smiled wider when he felt Dean react. He moved so that he could hover over Dean, holding himself up with an elbow on one side of Dean's head.

"You tryin' to kill me?" Dean asked when Tony reached down to pull his boxers off. He didn't complain, however, when Tony took hold of him and lifted him up slightly. They'd done this twice already in the past seven hours, once on Tony's bed and once in Tony's shower. He slipped inside Dean easily enough.

Dean's head fell back against the couch cushions. He angled right and…

"Fuck." Tony grinned as, for the third time that day he made Dean Winchester see stars.

Dean hated horror movies, only listened to one type of music and was almost as technology deficient as Gibbs. He could never sit still to save his life, he'd follow his dad strait into Hell if he had to and, even though they hadn't talked in a year, it would destroy him if anything happened to Sam.

He'd flirt with anything walking on two legs and he let out an endless stream of curse words during sex and Tony loved him more than he'd ever loved anything in his life.

"Think I'm gonna be sore for a week," Dean said now, head buried in Tony's chest, one arm wrapped loosely around Tony's waist. He was already half asleep and hadn't bothered retrieving his boxers from the floor.

Tony chuckled and pulled the blanket from the back of his couch over both of them.

"We got tomorrow," Tony reminded him. "You can get me back then."

"Bet your ass," Dean said with a smile, not bothering to open his eyes. He fell asleep to the sound of Tony's laughter.