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17 February 2008 @ 09:15 pm
Where have you been?  
Title: Where have you been?
Complete and utter PWP
Unbetad. Beware!

The damn door chose the moment Dean tried to close it quietly to creak like a house falling apart. The plan had been to sneak back into the motel room without noises and pretend to have been sleeping all night. That plan was now officially shot to hell. Sam was up, gun in hand, pointing it straight at Dean.
Dean sighed. There was never any peace for the wicked and now he had to lie to his brother again. </p>

"Where have you been?" Sam lowered the gun but the look in his eyes was no nicer than the gun barrel had been.

"Out for a while, needed some air," Dean answered. That was not an outright lie and he hoped that Sam would be happy with the answer and not push the matter. But of course he did.

Out where? Why didn't you let me know you were going out? I could have shot you. You do know that it's not even night anymore, it's fucking morning. I thought we talked about things. The last one always came up, Sam always wanted to know exactly where and what and why. Dean sighed again and sat down to tell the story his brother wanted to hear because there was no chance that he would tell what really had happened. Hopefully Sam wouldn't see the slight grimace he made when he sat down on his sore butt. He would feel this for days.
"See, Sammy," Dean began, "I met this lady today when I was at the library…"

The sound of bass drums made the walls vibrate. Dean stepped inside the club and let the sounds and the smells surround him. It had been too long, he hadn't been this desperate in a long time. Dean, the ladykiller. Yeah, right. He snorted to himself and made his way across the dance floor. On the way over he felt hands on his ass, stroking him as he passed by, but he didn't stop. First a beer and some scouting. Never walk into anything without having reconned the area. And here it was such a sweet multitude to recon.

Writhing bodies on the floor, more bodies crowding around the bar, all of them male and ready to rock. Literarily speaking, considering the activities taking place on the dance floor. This was so right and so about damn time, he hadn't been this desperate since he couldn't remember and right now he needed. Needed, a hard body with hard hands and a hard cock. There was no pretence of everlasting love or sweet romance, only fucking, and that was exactly what Dean was looking for. To not have to coddle and make decisions, to not have to be the one who took charge. Equal terms.

Dean leaned back against the counter, sipping his beer. A quick look around the separating wall next to the bar showed him even more bodies, some moving in sync with the bass, some out off. The fuck corner. The smells of sex and sweat wafted through the smoky air and made him almost delirious. Way too long.

Not even Sam knew about this, Dean's secret need. He couldn't tell either, would ruin his reputation totally. So once in a while when he needed to let some steam out, he went hunting for something else than demons. Man flesh. Here he had found a gold mine it seemed, he didn't think that there would be any problems finding someone willing to help a guy in distress.

There wasn't long before Dean saw something so delicious he felt his mouth water. Blonde, slim and with a wicked gleam in his eyes.  Dean downed the beer and set out for the prey. The looks the guy had given him held all kind of promises and that could not be overlooked. Easy fishing today, he thought to himself when he had his hands around the guy's waist and leaned in for a kiss. He didn't get that far. The man who yanked him back, away from the blonde guy, was big. Big and dark and with an annoyed look on his face. Gorgeous, Dean managed to think before he was slammed up against the wall.

The punch never fell. Instead the man put his face up against Dean's and hissed, "You ask first."
Surprised was an understatement. But when he kept staring at the dark man holding him, he realised that this was the guy Blondie had been crawling all over just before he began eyeing Dean. A couple then. A couple who might be interested in adding a side dish to tonight's menu. Dean smiled and asked.

Part two --> http://biggelois.livejournal.com/113644.html#cutid1

bonbonschneckebonbonschnecke on May 8th, 2008 05:52 pm (UTC)
Cool!!!!! *is of to part two!*