Tyler

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Title: Tyler
Author: sapphyre_myst
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 5636
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Characters: Sam, Dean, OMC

Summary: One of Dean's comments about Sam is proven wrong

 

New job, new town, same damn hotel room every time.

Dean looked at their new accommodations as he sat on the end of his bed, hearing Sam busy himself with god knows what in the bathroom. He couldn't figure out why no matter where the hunts seemed to take them, he and Sam always seemed to stay in the same hotel room. True the decor was different for each, bad 70's porn motif here or a fishing theme there, but somehow they all just seemed to feel the same. It was like the same guy just went around designing crappy motel rooms.

"You sure about this, Sam?" Dean called toward the closed door. "What we talked about in the car...you're sure?"

"Yeah." Sam's voice came through loud and clear as Dean heard water running. "Just trust me, Dean."

Dean pushed himself up, making his way over to the bathroom. "If this is about that vanilla comment in the car..."

The door opened just enough for Sam to stick his head out, a cloud of steam from the shower inside hitting Dean full in the face. "Dean, I'm sure. Just go enjoy yourself."

Dean sighed as he looked at his little brother, shaking his head slightly. "Okay." He turned and headed for the door, grabbing his keys as he passed the TV.

***

The smell of smoke and beer filled the air as Dean sat in the town bar, beer in hand, watching the local's.

He had found the place not far from the motel after he and Sam were at and figured it was as good a place as any to start his night. At least he could get a couple drinks and hustle some poor sucker out of a few bucks if anything. And there was the possibility of getting a little action if he played his cards right.

Dean sipped at his beer as he scanned the faces there. There were a couple guys playing pool who looked like easy marks but it was more a matter of how much money Dean could get off them in a game. He had already turned on the charm to the two waitresses working there, his lame pickup lines doing little more than getting a couple smiles and a once over from the brunette working the tables. There weren't any other faces that seemed to garner that much attention in the crowd.

He took a healthy drink off his beer as the bartender walked over to him, setting down a shot.

"What's this?" Dean raised an eyebrow as he looked at the man. "I didn't order a shot."

"Guy in the corner sent it over." The bartender pointed across the room toward a back booth. "Shot of Jack."

Dean turned in his seat to get a look at the guy who sent the drink his way. He picked up the shot and gave the man across the bar one of his signature grins, drinking it down in one gulp. Once the glass was empty he grabbed his beer and made his way toward the man in the booth.

Dean had noticed him when he got there, sitting alone in a corner booth with a beer of his own. He was dressed in black jeans and a grey shirt that looked like it was painted on his muscular frame. A messy mop of black hair framed a gorgeous baby face; a pair of brown eyes watching intently as Dean walked over. Even in the bar's poor lighting it was easy to see how attractive the man was. And it had been easy for Dean to tell the man had been checking him out since he arrived.

He smiled as Dean drew closer, letting his long fingers play against his beer bottle.

"Thanks for the drink." Dean slid into the booth across from him, feeling a pair of long legs bump into his own. "How'd you know I was a Jack man?"

"You looked like one." Even the man's voice was attractive; low with a slight rasp that sent a chill down Dean's spine. "The name's Tyler."

"Dean."

Tyler tipped his beer to him, bringing the bottle to his lips slowly.

Dean swallowed as he watched Tyler take a drink, catching himself wishing he were the bottle. He couldn't help but notice how a few stray strands of hair fell in front of his brown eyes when he spoke. He cleared his throat and picked up his own bottle, taking a long drink of his own.

"I haven't seen you around here before." Tyler let his fingers slip slowly over the bottle as he looked at Dean, his voice low in his throat. "New to town?"

The answer came in a nod as Dean watched Tyler's tongue dart out across his lips. After a brief moment he finally spoke. "My brother and I are in town for a job."

Tyler raised an eyebrow as he sat back against his seat, his legs stretching out under the table to "accidentally" bump into Dean's. "Job?" His lips curved into a smile as Dean shifted a little.

"It’s complicated," Dean said with a smile.

Tyler finished his beer and motioned toward the bartender for two more. "Complicated, huh?" He folded his hands on the table, leaning forward a little bit. "I like complicated men."

Dean was the one who raised his eyebrows now. "Interesting comment." He rested his arms on the back of his seat, watching the man across from him. "Are you sure you wanna be saying that to a guy like me?"

"I've been watching you since you came in. You haven't really lifted much of a finger to flirt with any of the women here aside from the waitresses and even that seemed rather half-hearted. Either they weren't your type or they aren't even on your radar." Tyler gave his drinking companion what had to be the sexiest damn smile Dean had ever seen as two more beers were brought to their table. "Am I wrong?"

Dean returned Tyler's smile with one of his own, leaning forward on his arms. "And what if I said you weren't?"

That sexy smile once more appeared on Tyler's face as he locked eyes with Dean. "That's what I thought. Nice ass like that isn't looking for just anything. Especially in a place like this. Must be my lucky night."

Dean picked up his second beer, smiling as he slowly took a sip. He could see Tyler's dark eyes watch the way he brought the bottle to his lips and could just imagine what was going through his head. What he wouldn't give to be a mind reader right about now. "So, you check everyone out who comes in here?"

Tyler shook his head, letting his tongue dance across his lips. "No one else deserved a second look. Until you walked in, that is."

"I'm flattered," Dean said with a grin.

"You look like a man out for a distraction for the night." Tyler watched for Dean's reaction, choosing his next words carefully. "Something I can relate too."

"Everyone needs a distraction." Dean's voice was low as he spoke, watching Tyler calmly. "Thought maybe this was the place to find one."

There was a mischievous gleam in his eyes as Tyler took a drag off his beer bottle, eyes locked on Dean. "If you want a distraction, I'd be more than willing to help you out."

Dean put the bottle down, watching Tyler toss a few bucks down on the table. "What did you have in mind?"

Tyler grinned and slipped out of the booth, not even turning to see if Dean was following him out of the bar.

***

The keys jingled as Dean opened the motel room door, the pair moving inside as Dean switched on the lights.

Tyler looked at the decor for a moment before his eyes focused on the broad shoulders of his companion. "Nice room. Not tacky at all."

Dean tossed his keys on the table, shrugging as he turned around. "May not be the best but its private."

"What about your brother?"

"Sammy? Knowing him he's probably out having a wild time watching a PG movie or something." He walked over to Tyler, giving him a cocky grin. "We've got a few hours at least."

Tyler's lips curled into a smile as he watched Dean saunter over. Everything about the man was an open invitation to touch; the way his muscles rippled beneath the cotton of his shirt, the way his lips drew into the cocky grin of his. All of it was an invitation to touch that just got louder as he moved closer.

"If you let me have my way, we may need more than just a few hours," he purred.

Dean shivered at the sound of the taller man's voice, the low rumble like a siren song working in his brain. "I'm up for anything."

There was a gleam in Tyler's eyes as he brought Dean into a fierce kiss. He pulled Dean tight to his body and let a hand move up to his jaw, feeling the muscles tense beneath his fingers. The shorter man sighing deeply into his soft lips as they parted, his tongue slipping past the kiss-bruised lips to battle against Dean's. His long arms snaked around Dean's broad back and kept him in place, letting out a deep sigh as he parted briefly from the hunter's lips only to return with a vengeance.

Tyler's hand trailed down Dean's chest, the rise and fall of every breath becoming more rapid as their tongues fought against each other. He traced out the cut of the muscles beneath the cotton and slipped his hand lower, past the hunter's belt to the growing arousal barely hidden by the well-worn denim. His hand slid against it before he gave a firm squeeze; the sound of Dean's breath hitching filling his ears. "You're not up just yet but we can fix that real quick, baby."

Dean groaned at the hand that rubbed against him, pressing his hips against it. "Damn."

Tyler grinned as he pressed against the denim, feeling the heat from the flesh hidden beneath. "You like that?"

Dean replied with an absent nod as he let his fingers find the hem of Tyler's shirt and slip beneath. His skin was like warmed silk over steal beneath his fingers as he moved in to capture his companion in a heated kiss. His fingertips traced out the muscles of Tyler's chest, a deep groan erupting from his throat.

Tyler's eyes focused on the expression of pleasure that clouded Dean's face. Watching his reaction to just a simple tease was amazing. It drove him on, spurred him to want more reactions from Dean.

Dean let out a disappointed half-whimper as Tyler took his hand away from him, looking at the man through heavy lidded eyes. "Don't..."

"Patience." He grabbed the hem of Dean's shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside before his eyes locked with him. Tyler's fingers slid across the bare skin and sent a noticeable chill down Dean's spine, a sexy smile on his lips. "I won't leave you hanging."

Dean grabbed Tyler's shirt and pushed it up over his head, his calloused fingers gliding over his companion's chest. He could feel the heat that came from his skin; caught the ripple of the muscles beneath his fingers as he touched him and the heat that radiated from the supple flesh. He let his eyes follow his fingers as Tyler's breathing grew deeper, his tongue running across his lips.

No words were spoken as Dean reached up and tangled his fingers in the mop of black hair, attacking Tyler's mouth. Lust took hold as he pressed his body against the other man's; hands skimming warmed flesh as he traced a path down to the slender hips. His own hips ground absently against Tyler's as he raked his fingers through the black locks, moaning softly into the warm mouth.

Tyler took control as he backed Dean against the nearest bed, his hands feeling out every inch of exposed skin they could find. His tongue battled for dominance as he slid a long leg up between Dean's and, with one quick motion, knocked the shorter man off balance. His body followed his companions down, his extra weight pressing Dean firm against the bed. Long legs sheathed in black denim found a comfortable resting place tangled against Dean's as his hands caressed the ever warming skin with a skilled touch.

Dean arched against the body that held him against the bed, the black strands of Tyler's hair brushing softly against his cheeks. It had been a while since he had been at the mercy of another like this; his body casting his hard fought state of constant control aside over the promise of mind-blowing pleasure. He groaned as he pressed his hips upward, grinding hard against Tyler's hip.

Tyler broke the kiss, his chest rumbling as his hand slid down along Dean's belly. "Keep that up and this will be over before the fun even starts, Dean."

"I get impatient," Dean growled, feeling Tyler's hands work on his belt. "Especially in situations like this."

Tyler unfastened the belt, grinning as his fingers deftly unbuttoned Dean's restricting jeans. "I'll make it worth the wait."

Dean pushed his head against the bed as he heard the sound of his zipper lowering, taking a sharp breath as long fingers found their way beneath the fabric of his boxers. "Son of a bitch." His eyes rolled back in his head as Tyler's hand wrapped around his straining dick, the pressure making him moan.

"You know how sexy that sounds?" Tyler purred. His hand slowly moved along Dean's length as his lips moved to his neck. "Do it again, baby."

Dean's eyes fluttered open as Tyler nipped beneath his jaw, taking a ragged breath. He felt the strong fingers beneath the confines of his jeans and boxers give a gentle squeeze, pulling another moan from him.

"That's it." Tyler smiled against Dean's neck as the man beneath him arched into his touch. "Just like that."

"Please..." Dean's voice was thick as his eyes closed, his breathing heavy.

Tyler pushed himself up on the bed, his hand releasing Dean only to get a disappointed groan. "That's just the word I wanted to hear."

Dean raised his head as Tyler climbed from the bed, watching the man through heavy-lidded eyes. He watched the skilled hands pull off his shoes and socks, tugging his jeans down his legs. Dean raised his hips enough for Tyler to strip his jeans off with one firm tug before lying back on the bed with a groan. "You're gonna make me beg, aren't you?"

"All night, sweetheart." The smile on Tyler's face reflected in his voice as he stripped out of his own clothes, giving Dean a mischievous look. "All night."

The man was more than Dean could have asked for in a hookup. Broad shoulders, muscular, long limbed and sexy as hell. His black hair was just long enough to fall in strands around his brown eyes and Dean couldn't wait to run his fingers through it once more. Dean's green eyes followed the cut of his hip as the black jeans were shed, focusing on the nicely tented blue briefs left behind. If the large hands were any indication, Tyler was huge.

Tyler took his time as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs, easing them down little by little. He glanced back at Dean, seeing the man's eyes focus on this little strip tease. He eased the waistband lower as he caught a movement from the bed, stopping the show. "Problem?"

Dean pushed himself off the mattress, his boxers tenting invitingly. His breath was heavy as he moved to the end of the bed, moving in and placing a fierce kiss on Tyler's lips. His blood felt thick in his veins as he broke the kiss, his hands sliding over the well muscled chest. He couldn't watch any more of this tease. He needed more than just a show.

Tyler's lips pulled into a smile as he ran his fingers through Dean's hair, resting a hand on the back of his head. "Take them off for me, baby."

Dean didn't have to hear the words again, falling to his knees in front of the man. He licked his lips and inched clos1er, pressing them to the straining material before him. The heat against his lips made his eyes flutter shut as he tentatively nipped at the hidden member beneath. A deep intake of breath brought Tyler's musky scent into his nose as he rested his head against Tyler's hip, his fingers grasping at the elastic of the briefs. His tongue darted out absently as he slowly pulled at the cotton, his teeth raking across his bottom lip.

The fabric slid down across the man's hips as Dean pressed his lips against the bone, hearing the small sigh his companion let out. Dean's lips curled into a smile at the sound as he continued to tug at the cotton. His attack on the fabric came to a halt as he felt Tyler's fingers in his hair, sighing contently. He rubbed his cheek against the man's hip before he slipped his hands beneath the elastic and eased it past the engorged member. The briefs fell to the floor around Tyler's feet as Dean eased back enough to let him kick them to the side.

Tyler moved his hips slightly, his hand at the back of Dean's head. Seeing a man like that on his knees, eyes lusty and focused on one thing, had to be the hottest sight he had ever seen. He knew what Dean wanted by the way his tongue darted across his full lips and he wasn't about to hold anything back from his companion for the night.

His free hand moved down to wrap around the base of his dick as his fingers tightened in Dean's hair, his voice a low purr. "Suck it."

Dean swallowed as Tyler guided the large cock to his lips, his tongue coming out to graze the head before his lips wrapped around it. He let his tongue swirl around the tip, taking more into his mouth as his hands moved to the slender hips. His cheeks hollowed as he began to suck the heated flesh with a soft moan, his head moving slowly along the length as Tyler's fingers tangled in his hair.

Tyler watched as his cock disappeared into the warm mouth, his head falling back as Dean set the rhythm. A groan of pure pleasure shook his chest as he felt the warm mouth taking him completely to the base before pulling back to the tip; soft sucking sounds filling the small room. His head dropped to his chest and his eyes opened when he felt Dean's mouth leave his dick, his fingers taking a tighter hold of Dean's hair with a disappointed groan.

Dean panted as he wrapped his hands around the throbbing cock, stroking it as his tongue lapped at the already weeping tip greedily. He paused long enough to run his tongue along the entire length of Tyler's arousal, following the vein underneath back to the tip before he sucked at the head once more. The man tasted amazing against his tongue; salt and musk mixed with pure sex that he just wanted to savor for as long as he could. He was soon taking the entire length again, his head moving a little faster this time, his throat relaxing until his nose was buried in the thick thatch of hair at the root before pulling back to the tip.

Tyler couldn't keep his eyes from rolling back in his head as he let out a deep moan, grabbing the back of Dean's head with both hands. His jaw set as his hips began thrusting into the willing mouth with a growl.

Dean moaned against the cock in his mouth, holding on to the thrusting hips as Tyler held his head still. His hands caressed the muscular thighs as he increased his suction, one moving to cup the heavy sac that hung between the clearly straining legs. He heard Tyler's breath hitch and felt him tense as he grew closer to the edge, rolling the man's balls deftly with his hand once more.

"FUCK!" Tyler threw his head back, holding Dean's head in place as he came hard into his mouth.

Dean continued his suction as the aftershocks rocked his partner's body, milking him for all he was worth. After the last tremor had passed he pulled his mouth away with a wet pop, looking up at the man as he traced his lips with the tip of his tongue. Lust was still in Dean's green eyes as they looked up at him, his breathing heavy as he knelt on the floor. The boxers he wore were still tented, a dark stain marking the weeping head of his neglected member.

Though his legs were shaky Tyler stayed on his feet, looking at the man who had just given him what had to be the best blowjob of his life. He quickly pulled the man to his feet, claiming the full lips in a searing kiss. He could taste himself on Dean's mouth as he ran his hands down the sweat-slicked and well-muscled chest, his thumbs hooking the waistband of the only stitch of cloth Dean wore.

The cloth slid down with a little coaxing, Tyler helping it past Dean's swollen cock as he moved them toward the bed.

"Please." Dean groaned into the inviting lips, grabbing at the broad shoulders as he was lead to the bed. His breathing was heavy as he watched the taller man sit down, feeling the gentle tug on his hand. "I need..."

"Shhh." Tyler smiled as he pulled the pleading man into his lap, his strong hands gliding over Dean's back. He silenced him with another kiss, nipping at the swollen lips almost tenderly as his fingers danced across the heated skin. "I'll take care of you."

The moan that escaped Dean as his companion kissed the base of his neck was pleading.

Tyler's hands moved down to Dean's ass giving it a squeeze as he attacked the man's collar bone. The closeness of him, the heat coming from his skin, the way he responded to his touch; the man was a living breathing turn on. It wouldn't be long until he was ready for more from the lithe body straddling his lap. He shifted beneath Dean's weight and pulled the man closer to his chest, feeling him claw at his back.

Dean was painfully hard as his head fell back and a near whimper erupted from his chest as the large hands on his back pulled him closer to the body beneath him. In the back of his mind he was glad Sam couldn't see him like this; helplessly pleading for release in the arms of a stranger. This wasn't the Dean that Sam was used to seeing.

Their skin felt as if it were on fire as Tyler moved to lay Dean down on the bed, settling between Dean's legs as his lips placed a trail of heated kisses against the supple skin of his chest. The man beneath him writhed as his lips moved lower toward the weeping cock that lay pressed between their bodies. Every touch of Tyler's lips against Dean's stomach made the smaller man's breath hitch and his hips buck, pressing up against Tyler's body each time.

"Please..." Dean pressed his head against the mattress, his hands grasping at the blankets beneath him. "Please."

"I'll get you there, baby," Tyler purred against Dean's stomach. He let his tongue dart out and tease the skin of his navel, hearing a whimper from the man beneath him. "Be patient."

The hot breath against his navel made Dean's eyes roll back in his head as he lay there beneath the weight of his companion's body. "Bastard."

Tyler grinned as he dragged his lips lower, finally stopping above Dean's cock. "Impatient prick."

Dean inhaled sharply as Tyler's breath danced across his cock, digging his nails into the blankets. He swallowed dryly as he felt the soft kisses inching ever closer to the aching member, unable to hold the shake in his breath back. He wanted release, needed it, and Tyler was doing everything but to him.

Dean was heavy in his nose as Tyler's lips brushed the swollen head, the tip of his tongue catching the drops of pre-cum gathering against the man's stomach.

"Stop teasing and fuck me already," Dean growled.

"In time." Tyler chuckled softly, his hand wrapping around the base of Dean's cock gently. "Just relax and let me play."

His motions were deliberate as he took the aching member into his mouth, his tongue rolling around the tip slowly. He lowered his head, letting his lips caress the hardened flesh before he let it fall from his lips. Dean's salty taste stayed heavy on his tongue as he lowered his head and licked a path from the base back up to the tip before he descended on the pulsing flesh once more. He hummed and let his mouth sink down to the base before he pulled back.

Dean's eyes moved to watch the man delivering the sweet torture, his breath hitching as he reached for the head of black hair. The man was even gorgeous giving head. Everything from the way his lips curved around the rock hard dick in his mouth to the black locks that fell around the handsome face was beautiful. The man was amazing.

Tyler shifted and took his mouth away from the throbbing flesh with a wet pop. His hands caressed the sweat slick skin as his lips kissed their way down the muscular thigh, his voice a purr.

"You taste amazing." He pulled himself up to kiss Dean's full lips. "But I want more than just a taste of you, Dean."

Dean sighed as Tyler's lips moved to his earlobe, shivering at the warm breath against his skin. "Damn I hope so."

Tyler's lips moved to capture Dean's in a searing kiss, pulling his body close. His hands slid along Dean's back to the cleft of his ass, a long finger slipping between the cheeks as his tongue battled against his companion's. The slender digit grazed the sensitive skin as it slid further, finding the tight entrance. It didn't take much to push past the tight ring of muscle.

"Ugh!" Dean squirmed at the intrusion, groaning as his hands clawed at Tyler's back. As much as he wanted to feel the man who pinned him to the bed buried inside him, he hadn't quite been ready for that.

"Relax, baby." Tyler's voice was a low seductive whisper in Dean's ear, his lips catching the soft earlobe. "I'll make you feel much better."

Dean's eyes rolled back in his head as the finger slid in further, grazing his prostate briefly. He seemed to dissolve into a wordless mass in the man's arms with that one touch; breathing hitched and eyes glassy with pleasure. His fingers dug at the sweat-sheened skin of the other man's back, his lips finding their way to Tyler's neck.

The intruding finger moved inside him for a moment before a second joined it, stretching him open little by little. They moved slowly at first, thrusting gently and scissoring him open as Tyler's weight pinned him to the mattress. His body instinctively pushed back into the working fingers, panting heavily.

The feel of Dean around his fingers, the anticipation of feeling that tight heat around his dick, was too much for Tyler to hold back anymore. His own chest rose and fell as if he were running a marathon as he maneuvered himself between Dean's legs, kneeling on the twisted blankets. His fingers slipped from the writhing body and he moved to steady himself as he took a deep breath. Lust-filled eyes took in every inch of Dean laying prone against the blankets as one hand moved to his once more hardened member, his hand gathering the liquid gathered at the tip as he slicked himself up. He grabbed Dean's legs and wrapped them around his waist before he positioned himself at the tight entrance, his hips slowly pushing him into the waiting body.

Dean's back arched as he felt the tip of his companion's cock push past the ring of muscle, his eyes shutting as his feet hooked behind Tyler's back. For a brief moment his features clouded as inch by inch the thick member disappeared into his body; flesh wrapped steal slipping into him at a pace that brought both agony and pleasure. His legs tense around the larger man's waist, his heels digging into the firm ass as his body was filled so completely. With pupils pleasure blown he watched the look of bliss that held firm to the handsome features as the man sunk himself in to the root.

"So...tight." The words were little more than a growl as Tyler bowed his head, giving himself time to adjust to the pressure around him. "So good."

Dean's hands reached for the muscular arms as he took a deep breath, groaning loudly. His eyes focused on the concentration masked face above him, shifting slightly to get the other man's attention.

Tyler's hips began to move slowly at first; long slow strokes that made the tight heat around him ripple each time. His hips canted back until just the head remained in place before he pushed himself back in to the hilt. The rumble in his chest was pure pleasure as he looked down, his eyes meeting Dean's. His hands moved to the slender hips as his pace increased, the motel room filling with a litany of moans and pleasure-filled groans.

Dean arched against the bed, fisting at the blankets. His legs tightened around Tyler's waist as he felt the head of the hardened shaft brush against his prostate, his eyes closing tight. Every time Tyler thrust against that spot, it felt like a lightning coursed through his veins. His mind was a jumble of pleasured thoughts as he clawed at the strong arms holding him, his breathing ragged. He barely recognized his own voice as he choked out what words his mind could grab hold to. "Harder."

Tyler thrust harder as he let a hand run over the heaving chest, his rhythm steady. "You feel so good, Dean."

Dean's voice caught in his throat as he gripped at Tyler's arms, his body moving in time with the powerful thrusts. He felt so close to the edge, his skin glittering with sweat as his jaw fell open. His moans, steady with each thrust of the other man's hips, turned to keening whimpers as he was brought closer and closer to release.

"So close." Tyler leaned forward, covering Dean's body with his own. His lips crushed against Deans as his arms wrapped around him, pulling the man up into his lap with one quick motion. "So damn close."

Dean felt like a rag doll in the other man's arms, his body betraying every order his subconscious fed it. His cock strained between their bodies, throbbing as the tip wept against his stomach. Each hard thrust pulled another moan from his chest as his head lulled back, his lips parting as he finally found the strength to claw at the rippling muscles beneath him.

"Come for me." Tyler's voice was little more than a growl as his lips attacked the exposed neck, his hands pulling Dean's hips down into each hard thrust. "Let me hear you."

Dean's jaw trembled as his eyes closed, his nails digging at the sweat glistening skin. "Sss...ah..." His senses were on overload as he felt Tyler's lips against his earlobe, his voice low and smoky in his ear.

"Say my name, baby."

Dean's body tensed as he came hard between their bodies, his nails digging into the firm shoulder. "SAMMY!"

The body beneath him bucked hard into Dean's, a satisfied cry erupting from the broad chest as he coated the walls that gripped so tightly around him. The movement of his hips was sporadic as his head fell forward against Dean's shoulder, panting heavily.

Dean's hands moved to the mess of black hair, his fingers combing through the damp strands as his lips brushed against the flushed cheekbone. He nuzzled the warm neck, taking in a scent he knew all too well. Sex mixed with musk and always his Sam.

Familiar brown eyes flitted open as "Tyler" eased them both down to the bed, pulling from his lover's body with a groan before lying beside him. His breathing was still fast as he laid his head on the bed's pillow, feeling Dean move closer. The man practically purred when he felt the fingers comb through his hair once more, smiling at the feeling.

"I take back the vanilla comment, Sammy," Dean murmured.

A soft laugh rocked Sam's chest as he looked toward his brother, a blissfully contented smile in his eyes. "Figured you would." He sighed and rolled to his side, arms wrapping lazily around Dean. "Don't do it again."

Dean's lips pulled into a smile as he settled back on the bed, Sam finding his usual place against his chest. "How long is this color supposed to stay in your hair?"

Sam's head lifted slightly, looking quizzically at his sibling. "It washes out in 7 shampoos. Why?"

"Just wondering, baby." Dean shook his head and gave Sam one of his trademark grins, his fingers softly trailing along Sam's arm. "Just wondering."

Comments

[ladyrhyanne.livejournal.com]

Mmm yum. Porn and plot and role playing. I shall love you forever for this. ;)

[sd-singer.livejournal.com]

you still love me bestest right, monkey?? *puppy eyes*

[sapphyre-myst.livejournal.com]

you forget i can read your comments, woman!

[sd-singer.livejournal.com]

i forget nuthin'!!!

[ladyrhyanne.livejournal.com]

Always!

Now where's the response to my email???

[sd-singer.livejournal.com]

YAY!!

Its slow goin' doll. But I'll get there.

[sapphyre-myst.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. If you hug me just don't squeeze me too tight, I still need to breath.

[ladyrhyanne.livejournal.com]

I would never squeeze too tight...never!

[sd-singer.livejournal.com]

don't believe her, Sapphy! I know this woman and she is EVIL!!