[And part of him thought Dean might not actually do it-- or at least... God. He didn't know. He was glad he was alone when he heard the buzz against her phone, followed by her gasping and laughing--not even saying so much as a hello.]

[Yeah, okay, maybe it hadn't been a good idea to actually encourage the idea because damn if hearing her moan and gasp on his phone, the faint buzzing of the toy she was using on herself didn't have him half-hard and almost wishing he could just skip his last class and get back home. He didn't trust himself to make a call or at least he didn't trust himself to make a call and hear her possibly still going at it and not run home right then and there, so after a few moments used to compose himself, he decided on a text.]

Don't tire yourself out. Want you on the couch when I get back waiting for me.