Summary - Between hunting monsters and saving people, Dean Winchester takes some time to discover something new about himself.
Word Count - 25,200
A/N - This is my submission for the @storytellers-contest Jensen Ackles Chronicles ( @storytellers-contest-tjac ) contest. The concept was that people over 30 can write about characters over 30. So, here's my (41f) story about Dean (35+m) discovering that he's bi. This is loosely based off of my own experiences in my 30s, so I hope you enjoy!
This was beta'd by @candygrammes and @mysticdeliciouskitty, thanks again!!
Warnings - NSFW, all kinds of sex, sexual identity exploration, canon divergent rewrites of actual episodes, more tags on Ao3.
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Title: Bat Boy: The Fic
Author: CLeighWrites
Artist: outofnowhere82
Other Pairing: side John and Mary
Rating: Explicit
Warnings/Spoilers: NSFW, murder, minor character suicide, fist time, accidental incest
Summary: A Bat Boy is found in the nearby woods and is adopted into the family of town Veterinarian John Winchester, much to his chagrin. The family - wife Mary and son Sam - falls in love with him, and they name him "Dean." Dean learns what it means to be human after so many years of living on his own in a cave.
However, the townsfolk are less inclined to take him in, and life is not made easy for the untraditional family.
Truths come out in a fatal encounter, will Sam and Dean be left in peace to live their lives in the aftermath?
Summary - Jared rents out a private island resort for his and Jensen's wedding. But will it be all champagne and flowers?
A/N - This is a timestamp for American Virgin (Written for @jld71, happy belated birthay!!) It's linked at the top of the Ao3 post. I highly encourage you to read the first part first, but there's also some backstory in this fic as well.
I've had a lot of detrimental things happening in my life these past few months, but it feels good to be posting something again! I've been working on this since last summer!
Summary - Dean needs to hit the road, but not until heâs properly said goodbye to Y/N.
Word Count - 2,633
A/N - Itâs been so long since I wrote for one of the boys!! Thanks to @impala-dreamer for hosting the awesome Through His Eyes challenge. As you may have guessed, this is written from Deanâs POV. My prompt is in bold. Betaâd by @candygrammes; aesthetic by me.
Warnings - NSFW, smangst, goodbye sex, squirting, come sharing
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Dean sat at the end of the bar, eyes following her as she ran around the room and worked the crowd. She knew how to flirt just enough to get a good tip, but not too much to be taken seriously by any of the patrons. Still, Dean would prefer she didn't take the risk.Â
Human men were vile, loathsome creatures, and Dean was almost more scared of them than he was of djinn or leviathan. At least they had a weak spot, and Dean didn't feel like as much of a monster for killing them. He would prefer to stay off any wanted lists now that he and Sammy were officially dead⊠again.Â
Y/N glided gracefully from table to table, delivering and disposing of drinks and bottles around the crowded bar. Dean watched as she deftly maneuvered through the bodies, trying to make a dance floor of the space between tables. Arms up, breasts full and bouncing, hips weaving and swaying through the crowd.Â
He could hardly keep his mind in the present and not reliving the romp in the sheets they'd had the night before. He knew from experience what those thick thighs felt like wrapped around him; could still feel the soft skin pressed on the sides of his head, how hot and wet herâÂ
âNeed another?" A sultry voice asked from his side.Â
Dean turned to face her, standing behind the bar, a smirk on his face. âAnotherâŠ?â
She put her hand at the base of her neck, clutching invisible pearls. "Sir, are you coming onto me?â She asked, eyeing him cheekily.Â
Dean raised an eyebrow. âOnly if you ask nicely," he responded with a wink.
She threw her head back laughing, then poured him another double, neat. She winked back at him as she slid the tumbler down the bar to him. Dean had to admit, it wasn't often he met his match in the flirtation department, and Y/N gave him a run for his money.Â
Sam was back at their hotel, getting everything packed up and closing up loose ends after they wrapped up the hunt earlier that day. Freaking witches. Y/N had actually been the one to point them in the right direction with some pillow talk after Dean made her cum twice. She thought she was just making conversation, a joke even, but it got Dean thinking, and it turned out to add up.Â
Dean had felt something with her that he hadn't felt since Kassy, so he'd wanted to come back and say his goodbyes properly. Y/N got off at two, when the bar shut down, since it wasn't her night for the closing duties. Dean only had to wait about 45 minutes till he could have her again.Â
Watching her and sipping on his whiskey had the time flying by, and before long it was last call, and Y/N was clearing off more and more tables as the people filed out.Â
Dean put one of his favorite Zeppelin songs on the old jukebox and watched as she swayed her hips to the rhythm. As the words rang through the emptying bar, they hit Dean hard. She had made his stay great, but it was time for him to ramble on. Even if she was the queen of all his dreams. That was the story of his life. Find a little respite, and carry on.Â
The bartender looked at Dean when it was time to lock up. He downed the last of his spirits, put the glass down on the other side of the bar, and saluted the burly man. Y/N caught him on his way out with a hand around his elbow.Â
âI'll be out in about ten minutes," she assured him.Â
âI'll be waiting," he answered.Â
Dean waited in Baby, letting her warm up before Y/N came out. He busied himself by popping in another tape, tidying up the front floorboard, and drumming his fingers to the beat on the steering wheel. It wasnât long before Y/N came bouncing out of the bar, straight for the passenger side, and let herself in.Â
âHit it!â she called out, like sheâd just robbed the place.Â
Dean chuckled and did as the lady bid.Â
Once they got to Y/Nâs apartment, she was ready to go. She'd hardly kept her hands off of him as they drove through town to get to her row of houses. If the drive had been longer, she probably would have given him road head. Dean wouldn't have argued. She had him rock hard and ready to blow before they ever left the bar.Â
Y/N struggled getting her keys out to unlock the door, but once opened, Dean led them through and shut it tightly behind him. Y/N shoved him against it and began running her fingers up his shirt, twisting her nails around his nipples. He'd go back to Hell before admitting that nipple play was one of his biggest turn-ons, and it's like Y/N had plucked that fact straight out of his brain. But he couldnât care less as she undid his pants and shucked her shirt off over her head, exposing her generous cleavage to him.Â
âDamn, Y/N/N,â Dean hummed into the crook of her neck.Â
Reaching around her, Dean unclasped her bra, then skimmed his hands down her back to grab her by the back of her thighs and lift her into his arms. She fit perfectly. Not for the first time, Dean wished she could always be pressed right against him. But that wasnât his lot in life.Â
Kissing her as well as he could while stumbling through the vaguely familiar space, Dean walked them to her bedroom. After placing her at the foot of the bed, he let his hands roam over her body until he got to the band of her shorts. With expert precision, he undid her button and fly, then, teasingly slow, for both of them, he pulled them down her thighs along with her underwear. She lifted her knees to wiggle the rest of the way out of her clothes, and then she was beautifully bare before him.Â
Dean was no fool. He knew this was the last time heâd ever get to see her, to have her in this way. Unable to help himself, he took the extra moment to take her in: hair a mess, lips swollen from their kisses, silky smooth skin on display just for him. She lay back, braced on her elbows as she watched him undress. Her eyes were wide and hungry.Â
Little Dean bobbed eagerly when he took off his boxer briefs. Y/N bit her lip as he exposed himself, no doubt holding herself back. Dean smiled and flexed, making himself bob again. He knew what he looked like and how much she wanted him. No reason he couldnât have a little fun with it.Â
Just as heâd intended, she giggled, still biting her lip, then she held her hands out to him. Chuck help him, he fell right into her embrace. The feel of her plush breasts against him had him moaning into their next frenzied kiss. Her nails dug into his back, holding him close, and urging him on simultaneously.
Not wanting the night to end too quickly, Dean kissed his way down her body, paying special attention to the places that made her moan and clutch his hair. He silently loved how expressive she was, he liked to know his work was appreciated. When he slid a hand up her thigh to feel how wet she was, he groaned at the confirmation of his efforts. With no hesitation, he slid two fingers into her and crooked them, rubbing that spot that would drive her wild.Â
His cock was leaking, but heâd soon see to his own needs, after he made her come at least once. He kept up his ministrations as he kissed further down her body. She had a ticklish spot right above her right hip, and Dean rubbed his stubbled chin along that spot at the same time he pressed his thumb to her clit and stroked. She screamed out, and Dean smiled to himself. Her left hand was bunched up in the sheets, with her right was in his hair, pulling at the longer strands on top.Â
Dean gave her hip a gentle kiss, then a nibble, before moving his mouth closer to where his hand was. She was chanting his name, along with affirmations and pleading commands. She was already so close; he wanted to taste it.Â
Leaving his fingers inside her, Dean moved his thumb out of the way to make room for his tongue. He flicked her nub with the tip of his tongue, and her knees pulled in tightly around his head. He could hardly move, but didnât need to to keep up his assault on her g-spot and clit. He kept pumping and crooking his fingers as his tongue worked at her throbbing clit. She was squeezing so tightly around him, he might have worried about losing consciousness. If he could get her to squirt for him, itâd be worth dying for.Â
She was so close, he could feel it in the way her channel constricted around his fingers and her knees shook around him. Her breaths were coming quickly as she called his name and a series of curse words and deep guttural groans of pleasure. She was all but ripping his hair out from the roots as she held his head in place and ground her pussy against his face. He wanted to drown himself in her cunt.Â
All at once, she constricted even tighter around him, then let go, releasing her hold on him as she came in a gush around his fingers and into his mouth. He flattened his tongue and lapped at her as she pulsed through her release. When she started to push his head away, he gave her a little kiss and a hum, then pulled his face away to grin up at her.Â
Of course, she wasnât looking at him; her eyes were squeezed shut with her arm over her face, and her flushed chest heaving with every breath. He loved his view. She was a stunning creature, Dean considered himself lucky to get to see her like this.Â
âFuck,â she breathed out. âMe,â she finished on another heavy breath.Â
âThatâs the plan,â Dean said as he removed his fingers from her drenched pussy.Â
Slowly, he crawled up her body, planting soggy kisses along the way. She hummed and pulled him up to her face to kiss him, uncaring of his soaked state. Dean licked into her mouth, feeding her the taste of herself. He loved how badly she wanted it.Â
Where Dean was happy to stretch out the proceedings, she was impatient. She wrapped her legs around him, holding his hips to hers, then reached down and grabbed his cock, giving it a couple of strokes before she lined him up to her entrance and urged his hips forward. Dean took the hint, thrusting slowly into her, drawing out the moment as much as he could with her heels digging into his ass.Â
âIn a hurry, Y/N/N?â Dean chuckled.Â
âI just need you in me already,â she confessed.Â
âWell, you got me,â for now, he added to himself. Â
She clenched around him and brought his thoughts back to the present. He had a job to do, and it was his favorite job: make Y/N come on his cock. He shut off all thoughts of the imminent goodbye and let his body take control. He braced himself on his elbows and thrust into her wetness over and over until they were both riding the high of their connection.Â
The wet slap of skin on skin mingled with their ragged breaths and groans. Much too soon, Dean felt the pull in his gut preceding his climax. Reaching down between them, he pressed his fingers against Y/Nâs clit and began stroking furiously. She writhed beneath him and clenched around his cock, moaning and gripping him tight. Her entire body was thrumming with her need to come.
Y/Nâs nails dug deep into Deanâs shoulder, hopefully leaving crescent moons that would stay for days so Dean could remember this precise moment. She let out a high-pitched moan, and then Dean felt her constrict and pulse around him. She flushed as she squeezed her eyes shut and slammed her hands against the headboard. She was breathtaking as she fell apart beneath him.Â
Deanâs balls drew up tight, and he came with aâvery manlyâgrunt of his own. To draw out both of their pleasure, he slowed his thrusts and eased his way in and out until he was too sensitive to keep going. He chuckled as he pulled all the way out and lay down beside her. He ran his fingers through his hair and put his arm out for Y/N to snuggle into.Â
She ran her fingers along his chest as they let their breaths even out, and Dean traced little patterns on her shoulder with his eyes closed. He tried to burn every moment they spent together in his head. He wished he could stay a little longer, but Sam already had their next job lined up. In reality, they should have already hit the road, but Dean wanted just one more night with Y/N.Â
Resigned to his fate, Dean let out a long breath.Â
âI know why we have to say goodbye,â Y/N said quietly. âI just don't want to.â
Dean was surprised sheâd brought it up, the elephant in the room, but thatâs part of what he liked so much about her. She was bold and brazen and resilient. She didnât need him, she wanted him. The distinction was essential.Â
âMe neither,â he admitted, holding her closer.Â
He could smell her shampoo even over the smell of sex in the air. He took in a deep breath, then pressed a kiss to the top of her head. She shifted, then propped herself up on her elbows to look him in the face. Her eyes were wet with unshed tears, and her smile quivered. She was breaking Deanâs heart.Â
âI get it,â she said, then blinked quickly. âYouâve gotta save the world.â She smiled brighter. âA very important job,â her voice shook as she said the last part.
Dean couldnât take it anymore and wrapped her back up in his arms. He could feel pressure behind his eyes and hated himself for not being able to keep it together for her sake. He kissed the top of her head again as he held her close.Â
After a moment, Dean reached down and pulled the blanket around them. He kept her in his arms until her breathing evened out and he knew sheâd drifted off to sleep. Carefully, he extricated himself from her embrace and tucked the blanket around her. With the light coming in from the window, he found his clothes, got dressed, and walked to the bedroom door.Â
Unable to stop himself, he turned around for one final look. Y/N was sleeping soundly, bathed in moonlight, looking as peaceful as Dean wished she would be for the rest of her life. Hating himself a little more, Dean turned and let himself out, locking the door on his way out.Â
For a moment, he lamented Babyâs signature purr as he started her up and backed out of the driveway. A glance upward found Y/N standing at her window, watching as he left like a coward in the middle of the night.Â
If he hurried, they could be out of the state by sunrise.
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Summary - Jared and Jensen are on hiatus from filming, and Jared's missing Jensen something terrible. He calls him and things escalate quickly.
Word Count - 1,938
A/N - Aaaaand I'm BACK!! It's been almost a year since I've written fanfic, and I just couldn't help but write something for the @spnkinkevents D/s weekend! Be gentle with me!! lol
Prompted and beta'd by @jld71 with some assistance from @buffywoo
Warnings - D/s relationship, Dom!Jared, sub!Jensen, phone sex, come play
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One week into their hiatus and Jared was missing Jensen something terrible. More than just the feel of him, or the sound of his voice, but just his solid presence and sense of security. He grounded Jared in a way that few others could.Â
Jared waited until he knew Jensen would be alone in his room and called him.Â
âHey,â Jensen answered, his whiskey-smooth voice coming through the tiny phone speaker and calming Jaredâs soul.
âHey,â Jared said smiling. âHow was your day?â
âGood; went to the lake and went out on the jet skis. Mack flipped twice.â Jared could hear the smile in his voice.Â
âThat sounds like a great day.â
âWhat did you do?â he asked.Â
âNothing much, just swam in the pool some, read a book.âÂ
âYou read an entire book today?â Jensen sounded shocked.Â
âYeahâŠâ
âI forget how fast you readâŠâÂ
Jared laughed. They sat in silence for a little while, Jared imagined Jensen lying leisurely in his bed.Â
âYou in bed?â he asked, unable to control the yearning in his voice.
Jared could hear him shuffle. âYeahâŠâ he answered, voice drawing out the word, like he knew where Jared was steering the conversation. âYou?â
âYup,â Jared answered. âIs everyone else asleep?â
âMost likely.â
âGood,â Jared said. âWanna play?â
Jensen didnât hesitate to answer, âYes.â
Jared took in a deep breath. He loved playing with Jensen. He was so responsive and obeyed so well. Of course, it was better in person, but just because they were a few counties away from each other, didnât mean he couldnât still get that feeling of control.Â
âYes, what?âÂ
âYes, Sir,â Jensen corrected himself.Â
âGood boy. Have you been a good boy since we last spoke?â
âYes, Sir.â
Jaredâs dick swelled. âYou havenât touched yourself at all?âÂ
âNo, Sir. Only to pee.â
Just as Jared had instructed him. âWhat are you wearing right now?â
âJust my boxer briefs.â
âMmm,â Jared hummed, pleased, picturing Jensenâs thighs hugged by the tight, black material. âAre you hard?â
âGetting there, Sir.â
âI am, just picturing you lying in bed, waiting for me to call you, not touching yourself. Being so good for me.â
Jensen moaned. Jared could feel his growing desperation through the phone.Â
âI want you to run your fingers down your neck. Start behind your ear, and keep your touches light.âÂ
âYes, Sir.âÂ
Jared could hear Jensenâs breaths pick up as he followed directions. He could see him in his mindâs eye, eyes squeezed shut, phone in one hand as his other traced a delicate line down his throat.Â
âKeep them going, down past your collarbone, down over your peck, around your sensitive nipple. You like me touching you like this?â
âYes, Sir,â Jensen breathed into the phone.Â
âYouâve been a good boy, you deserve to be touched. Pinch your nipple for me, make it hurt.âÂ
Jensen hummed and it turned into a pain-filled growl.Â
âGood boy, now do the other one.â
âYes, Sir.âÂ
Jared could hear the shift in Jensenâs voice. He sounded more like he was speaking on autopilot than he had been before. Jared loved that he could lead Jensen to that special place where only his voice and his pleasure existed.Â
When he heard Jensen moan again, he reached into his boxers and grabbed hold of his aching cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. âGood boy,â Jared groaned into his phone.Â
âThank you, Sir. Where do you want to touch next?â he asked, breathy and clearly turned on.Â
âAre you hard now?â Jared asked.
âYes, Sir.â
âMmm,â Jared hummed again, slowly stroking himself. âI want you to trail your fingers down to your hips. Stay over the top of your boxer briefs. And donât touch your cock. You can touch anywhere you want to on your torso.âÂ
âYes, Sir.â
âTell me what youâre doing.â
âIâm running my fingers down my stomach. My muscles are so tight I can feel the bumps of my abs. Oh!â Jensen stopped for a moment, breathing heavily into the phone. âI hit that spot just beside my belly button that makes my dick jerk.âÂ
Jared knew that spot well, he liked to suck on it and make Jensen squirm and moan beneath him. âDo it again, rub circles around it,â Jared commanded.Â
âUng,â Jensen made a strangled noise, âY- yes, Sir.â
âYouâre being so good for me,â Jared praised. Being on the phone meant that he had to be more vocal for Jensen to know how much his obedience was appreciated.Â
Jensen moaned, his voice cutting off partway through.
âDoes it feel good?â Jared asked, picking up the pace of his strokes.
âFeels so good, Sir. Thank you.â
Jared smiled, so pleased with his good boy. âYouâre very welcome. Ready to move on, now?â
âYes, Sir.â
âOkay, put your phone on speaker and turn the volume down, then use both hands and I want you to run your fingers along your hips and go down to your thighs. Tease under the hem of your briefs; let yourself feel my fingers digging into your inner thighs. Tell me how it feels.â
âIt tickles a little bit, but it feels so good,â Jensen whispered, the phone must have been on his chest because his voice was coming from further away. Jared could still hear his breathing, though, and the sound was equally comforting and stimulating.Â
âIf I was there, Iâd nibble on your inner thighs. Pinch them for me, big pinches, make âem hurt.â
Jensen moaned, almost too loud for his current situation, but the sound was enough to draw out some precum from Jaredâs dick. Jared spread it around his head with his thumb and kept stroking, imagining that he was there with Jensen and eating him alive.Â
âPlease,â Jensen begged.Â
âPlease, what, sweet boy?â Jared purred.
âPlease, can I touch myself?â
Jared chuckled. âYou are touching yourself.âÂ
âPlease, Sir. Can I touch my dick?â Jensen begged.Â
Jared could hear the desperation in his voice and it made his cock throb. This strong, confident man was asking for permission from Jared to touch his own cock. The power flowed through his body and made him quiver with it.
Still, he couldnât let certain things slide. âI donât know, can you?â
Jensen groaned, not in a sexy way. âMay I touch my dick, Sir?âÂ
âOkay, I want you to run your fingers over your shaft, but keep the touches light and only use one hand. On the outside of your briefs,â Jared added as an afterthought.Â
Jensen groaned in displeasure, but added, âYes, Sir,â before Jared could reprimand him.Â
âTell me how good it feels,â Jared instructed.Â
âFeels so good. I want more. Please, Sir.â Jensenâs voice was strained.Â
âNot just yet. Run your finger over your head. Are you wet for me?â
âNngh,â Jensen slurred. âYes, Sir.â
âYouâre such a good boy, nice and hard and wet for me.â Jared held the base of his cock to keep from shooting his load too soon with the thought of Jensen wrung out, and sticky with precum soaking his briefs all for him.Â
âYes, Sir.â
âAre you still rubbing your head? Getting all that cum stuck to your briefs, feeling how wet you are.â
âYes, Sir.â
âMmm, I want you to bring your fingers to your mouth and clean them off for me. Let me know when youâve finished.â
Jared listened as Jensen openly slurped on his fingers. He could almost see Jensenâs plush lips wrapping around his fingers and sucking his own cum off the tips. That lewd image had Jared almost coming in the tight fist of his hand all over again.Â
ââM finished, Sir.â
âAnd what do we say?â
âThank you, Sir.â
âMmm. Youâre very welcome. How do you taste?â Jared wished he was there to be able to answer the question for himself. Heâd have had Jensenâs briefs wet with his spit by this point.
âGood, Sir.â
âI bet. Alright, I think youâve earned your reward. I want you to leave your briefs on, but you can reach in and grab yourself. I want you to start slow. Long strokes, all the way up your cock.âÂ
Jensen moaned.Â
âThatâs it, let me hear how much you like it. Tell me how good it feels.â
âF- feels sooo good.â Jensenâs breaths were getting heavier and he could barely answer.Â
âRun your thumb across your head. Smear all that precum around and get yourself nice and wet for me.â
Jensen made an unintelligible noise of pleasure. Jaredâs balls were getting heavy and he could feel the knot in his stomach pulling tighter. He wasnât going to last much longer, but he wanted to hold out for Jensen. He loved timing their orgasms to coincide. It didnât always happen; most of the time he enjoyed wringing several orgasms out of Jensen before he would allow himself to come. But Jensen seemed to like knowing that heâd made Jared come, so he always wanted to give him that satisfaction. This was a give-and-take relationship, after all.
âAre you ready to come?â Jared asked. He sure as hell was.
âYes,â Jensen breathed. âPlease, may I come, Sir?â
âYes, stroke yourself hard and fast, I want it to hurt, come whenever you're ready. I wanna hear it,â Jared answered.Â
Jared could hear the slapping of skin over the line, mixed deliciously with Jensenâs whinny breaths heaving into the receiver.Â
âUh, ung, uh!!â Jensen grunted as he came.
Jared responded with grunts of his own, his release spilling out over his fingers onto his stomach and all the way up to his chest. His cock pulsed in his hand.Â
âWring yourself out for me, keep pumping that cock until every last drop comes out,â Jared commanded between breaths.Â
âAh! Yes, Sir,â Jensen gritted out, clearly uncomfortable, but still pleasuring himself.Â
âGood boy,â Jared said, pulling his hand off his cock, watching as his cum stretched out between his fingers; wishing he had Jensenâs mouth to clean him up.Â
âUng. Thank you, Sir.â
âAre you finished?â Jared asked, genuinely curious if he was still coming.Â
âYes, now I am, Sir.â Jensenâs breaths were deep and even pants.Â
âGood boy. Now, clean yourself up. Lick up every last drop.âÂ
In Jaredâs mind, he watched as Jensen used his fingers to scoop up his creamy mess and brought it to his lips to lick them clean. He could hear the wet sucking of Jensenâs lips. He could feel the ghost of Jensenâs tongue swirling and cleaning each digit.Â
âSuch a good boy,â Jared purred into his phone.Â
âThank you, Sir,â Jensen slurred.
âHow are you feeling?â
âFloaty; really, really good.â
âThatâs good. You were so good for me.âÂ
Jensen mumbled something, but they werenât full words.Â
âJensen,â Jared said softly.
âMm?â
âDo you have some water?â Jared asked as he got up to clean himself up.
âYessir,â he answered.
âI need you to drink some water for me. Then tuck yourself into bed and get some sleep.â
âYessir,â Jensen said again, words all garbled together.Â
Jared waited as he heard the cap of a bottle being opened. He wiped himself off, then got back into bed himself. âDonât drink too much too fast,â he warned.Â
âYes, Sir,â Jensen said a little more clearly than before. âThank you.â
âYouâre welcome, Jensen.âÂ
It was quiet for a little while, then Jared heard the rustling of blankets. âJared?â Jensen asked.
âYes?â
âIâll talk to you tomorrow?â
âOf course, good night.â
âNight,â Jensen said, and then the line went dead.Â
Jared lay awake for a little while longer, thinking of how much things had progressed between them, and making hopeful plans for their future.Â
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Summary - Jared gets an itch only Jensen can help scratch.
Word Count - 1,812
A/N - This was written for the @spnkinkevents role-play weekend! The prompt was Jared playing demon blood!Sam manhandling Jensen as Dean from the always amazing @jld71, who also beta'd for me. If you're at all queasy about fake blood, this is your warning!! lol
Also, let's just pretend they knew what would happen in the next season for this one... I couldn't help the quote!
Jared had an itch under his skin that he just couldnât scratch. He knew what it meant and how to get it gone. But he needed Jensen to play along.Â
They shot Dean finding out about Sam drinking demon blood that day. It had been emotional for both brothers, but Jared was feeling amped up from the adrenalin that came with pretending to be hopped up on drugs gave him. Heâd also shot a rather steamy scene with âRubyâ that day which got him a little riled up. He needed a way to get things out of his system, which gave him an idea.Â
He grabbed his phone and shot Jensen a quick text.Â
> Tell Cliff weâll get a ride home
> Donât change out of your costume
> Meet me on the seedy hotel set, 15 minutes
Theyâd been done filming for a little while and he and Jensen had just gotten back to their trailers after debriefing with Bob about their shots for the next day. Most of the crew should be finishing up everything now, so fifteen minutes should be plenty of time for them to be alone on set.Â
Jared paced in his trailer as he watched the minutes tick by. By the time he was meant to meet Jensen, it felt like an hour had passed. He took his time walking to the specified set, stopping by the props trailer to get something necessary for what he had planned.
The set was dark and the door groaned when Jared opened it. His heart beat wildly in anticipation when he heard it click shut.Â
âHello? Jared?â Jensen called from the other side of the wall.Â
âNo âJaredâ here,â Jared called back, his voice cool and sure, just like Samâs.Â
There was a slight pause while Jared rounded the faux wall to find Jensen sitting at the foot of one of the beds still in Deanâs clothes. Jensen straightened up when he saw him.Â
âSammy?â he asked, concerned. âWhatâs with all the cloak and dagger? Did something happen?â He stood and walked toward him, reaching a hand out to touch Samâs bloodstained face.
âIâm fine, itâs not mine,â Jared swiped his hand away.Â
âYou were with her, werenât you?â Dean asked, full of anger, hurt, and accusation.Â
âNot that itâs any of your business, but yes. And we were interrupted,â Sam retorted. Â
âOh, pity,â Dean rolled his eyes and turned to walk away.
âYouâre the one that pulled that fire alarm, Dean. Why?â
âBecause if you have to skulk around in seedy hotels, you shouldnât be doinâ it!â Dean was right back in Samâs face.
âLike this place is so much better?â Sam motioned to the room around them, peeling wallpaper and musty sheets and all.Â
âYeah, well, it ainât the Ritz, but at least itâs not a crack den.âÂ
âIâm not on crack, Dean.â
âMight as well be,â he said sadly, looking at Samâs bloody lips.Â
âYouâre just jealous because I can do things you canât,â Sam smirked, knowing he was pushing Deanâs buttons.Â
On cue, Deanâs jaw ticked. âI donât need this from you,â he said, then shoved past Sam on his way toward the door.Â
Sam was quick though, with a new dose of demon blood coursing through him. He reached out and grabbed Deanâs arm, turning him to face him.Â
âLet go, Sam,â Dean growled.Â
âYou gonna make me?â Sam responded, voice pitched low; taunting.Â
Dean tried to jerk away, but couldnât shake off Samâs hold.Â
âLike I said, âwe were interruptedâ.â
âSammy,â Dean warned before trying harder to shake off Samâs grip.Â
âGuess youâll have to do,â Sam said, hauling Dean back to the bed Jensen had been sitting on before.Â
âWhat are you thinking, Sam? Just cuz youâre all hopped up on demon blood, donât mean you gotta take it out on me!âÂ
He was putting up a real struggle now, but Sam was stronger. He arranged them so that Deanâs knees were pressed against the mattress, then shoved him. Dean fell back with a thump and tried to roll to the side quickly, but Sam was quicker still and had him pinned before he could make it off the side of the bed.Â
âSammy, this isnât you. Donât do this, man,â Dean begged, already giving up his fight.Â
âIt was always going to end up this way, Dean.â Jared ran his nose along Jensenâs jaw and sniffed his neck. He smelled like Dean. âYou, me, here.â
âI think youâre getting a little ahead of yourself, Sam,â Jensen said with a smirk.Â
Jared chuckled. Of course, Jensen would call him out on a Lucifer quote from the next season theyâd already talked to the producers about. It was just too good to not use in the moment.Â
âWhy else would you be so jealous of her, Dean?â Sam licked his way up Deanâs neck.Â
Dean struggled again but to no avail.Â
âYou canât escape this.âÂ
Sam sat upright, keeping a firm hand on Deanâs chest, rendering him immobile. He slipped a vile out from his back pocket and laid it on the bed next to them. Deanâs eyes went wide.Â
âI ainât drinking no demon blood, Sammy, you can forget it!â he yelled.Â
âItâs not for you to drink, Dean, relax.âÂ
âYeah, right, easy for you to say,â he snarked.Â
âYouâre going to enjoy this, trust me.â
âThat demon has rotted your brain out, Sammy.âÂ
âOn the contrary,â Sam started, rucking up Deanâs shirt and unbuttoning his jeans. âSheâs made me so powerful.â His lip twitched into a brief smirk. âYou wouldnât believe the things Iâm capable of now.âÂ
âOh, I bet I could,â Dean grumbled, then let out a surprised yelp when Samâs hand wrapped around his half-hard cock.Â
âYou want this, brother,â Sam said on an exhale.
âDonât,â Deanâs voice broke over the word, making Samâs pulse skyrocket.Â
ââDonâtâ what?â Sam asked just before kissing Deanâs mouth and stroking him at the same time.Â
Dean went pliant underneath Sam, and Sam knew that heâd won. Dean was giving in to him; the one person he couldnât say ânoâ to. It was all the permission Sam needed to stroke faster and kiss harder. He could feel the flakes of Rubyâs blood craking off of his lips and falling all over Deanâs face. Dean made a noise of protest but didnât try to fight him off.Â
Once Deanâs dick was hard in his hand, Sam let go and used the same hand to pull Deanâs jeans down his legs.Â
âKick your shoes off,â Sam commanded.Â
Weak and under Samâs spell, he obeyed. After he kicked off his shoes, Sam made quick work of removing his pants. Once Dean was bare from the waist down, Sam clicked open the bottle of blood Ruby had sent him home with and dribbled some across his fingers.Â
Deanâs eyes went wide, knowing what Samâs plan was. He tried to keep his legs together, but Sam pried them open and put himself between them so that Deanâs most private parts were available to him. The blood was singing in his veins.Â
Dripping with blood, Samâs fingers found Deanâs hole and began working him open. The demon blood always made him feel like he was about to explode and the only thing that helped was sex; and since he and Ruby were interrupted by Deanâs little fire drill, heâd have to make due.Â
He slid one finger in easily and smiled to himself and Jensen was still loose from their morning workout. After a few strokes, he slid in another finger and then a third when he was ready. The demon blood was working surprisingly well. Jared still had the taste of it in his mouth, which gave him another idea.Â
âDonât even try to move,â Sam instructed, then dove down Deanâs body and hoisted his legs into the air.Â
Dean grunted but didnât budge as Samâs mouth latched onto his bloodied hole. He sucked and licked and devoured Dean and the taste drove him mad with want. Once heâd had his fill, Sam undid his own pants and shoved them down to his knees as he crawled back up Deanâs body.Â
Cutting off Deanâs protest, Sam kissed him with the fresh blood on his lips. This time, Dean kissed back, desperate and wanting, knowing what was to come. With no ado and very little fanfare, Sam lined himself up and shoved into Dean. He groaned into their kiss and Sam felt him clench and unclench around his length.Â
Unable to hold himself back, he pulled out and shoved back in, over and over again. Uncaring for Deanâs pleasure, he railed into him, stroking himself on the tight velvet of his brotherâs open hole. When the blood started to dry, he applied more. Deanâs ass was a wet, red mess, and Sam was enamored by it. Knowing that it wasnât his brotherâs blood, but a demonâs made it all the more illicit.Â
Jared laughed to himself, taking Jensen out of the moment.Â
âSomething funny?â Jensen asked between groans of pleasure.Â
âJust me thinking about how hot it is that youâre drenched in demon blood while I fuck you.â
Jensen made a face, but his ass clenched tight, betraying his true feelings. Jared kissed him and fucked into him harder and faster until they were both breathless.Â
âUng, Iâm gonna come,â Jensen grunted.Â
âYeah, come on your brotherâs cock,â Jared said.Â
âMan, come on!â Jensen begged.Â
Theyâd both read the fanfic; both knew what people saw between the two of them on and off screen. But Jensen had always protested a sexual relationship between the brothers; even when they were just playing around. He was much more moral than Jared.
Jared bit down on his ear lobe and whispered, âCome for me, big brother.â
Jensenâs entire body seized up and he came with a shout all over Dean and Samâs shirts and jackets. They were going to get ripped a new one by wardrobe⊠again. But Jared couldnât care about that when Jensenâs ass was milking him dry. He grunted and bit down on Jensenâs neck as he came.Â
When he was too sensitive to keep thrusting into Jensen, he pulled out. The sight of his dick and Jensenâs ass covered in blood was shocking. It looked like Jared had literally fucked Jensen a new one. But as gruesome as the sight was, Jared was mostly turned on by it.Â
âYou look like a werewolf,â Jensen said, once Jared lay down beside him.
âI look like I just ate your bloody ass,â Jared corrected.Â
Jensen made another face. âI donât even wanna look down, do I?â
Jared took a look at his dick and between Jensenâs legs. âNope. But I gotta admitâŠâ
âThat was fun?â Jensen supplied.
âDemon blood makes the best lube,â he finished with a wide smile across his face.Â
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