Sure Got a Dirty Mouth Chapter 50: Feel Like Making Love

[justinedelarge]

Title: Sure Got a Dirty Mouth Chapter 50: Feel Like Making Love
Author: justinedelarge
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Warning: Wincest
Word Count: 2900
Disclaimer: I don't own what I don't own.But I do own what I do own, such as my original characters.
Summary: Sam and Dean have a Christmas Eve unlike any other. Schmoop ensues.

Dean pulled the car around the side of the motel, where the license plate wouldn’t be easily visible. Sam took the pie boxes from the back seat. Dean came around to his side of the car and put his arm through Sam’s. They walked slowly, arm in arm, despite the cold night air, bodies pressed up against each other.

Inside the motel’s front office, they rang the buzzer at the front, in the pattern Danny had told them. Within a few minutes, he emerged. “Hallway’s clear. Come on through.” The passed through the hall, through the iron bead curtain, and into the common area.

Sam set the boxes down on a table by the door. Juliane approached and stuck a steaming mug into each of their hands. Dean blew on his, and took a sip gingerly. “Cider!” His eyes were huge over the lip of the mug. “With a cinnamon stick!”

“Come on, sit by the fire.” Juliane brought them to the couch by the crackling fire. “Cold out there.”

On the mantle hung a row of red stockings with white fake fur cuffs. “I put them up on Christmas Eve,” Juliana said. “Everyone gets one.”

Dean ducked his head, and Sam looked uncomfortable. “We didn’t… I mean, we kind of forgot it was Christmas…”

Juliane rolled her eyes. “You don’t put stuff in the stockings. You get stuff in the stockings.”

Dean snorted. “Jolly fat man in a red suit? He’d have to be a supernatural creature to hit up everyone in one night, and he’d never get through the wards.”

Juliane looked at Sam like she understood what he had to put up with. Dean wrapped his lips around the cinnamon stick and sucked cider through it with a wet raspy sound.

“Did you have a nice dinner?” Juliana took a seat in a padded recliner across from them.

Sam sat up straight. “Oh, I forgot.” He crossed to the table by the door and came back with the top box. “It’s a pie. For tomorrow.”

Danny emerged from the kitchen and took the box from Sam, peeking inside. “Pecan? That’s great. Thanks.”

“So, are you two going to join us?”

Dean opened his mouth to say no, but stopped when he saw the expression on Sam’s face. Remembering what Sam had said, about the Christmas he’d hoped they would have gotten to have this year. With a bunch of people eating too much and making too much noise. He composed his thoughts quickly. “We’d like to.” Sam’s face lit up, followed immediately by a frown of concern. Dean continued. “But we don’t know who else is here, and…”

“You don’t want to be recognized.”

Dean didn’t say anything.

“You’re on the run from your dad.” Dean froze, but then realized she was looking at Sam, not both of them.

“Remember my promise. I tell nothing. No matter who’s asking. Your secrets are just that—yours.”

Sam took a deep breath and blew it out. “I took off, yeah. Just for a while. Until I get my head together. And he wasn’t too happy about that… And he’s a hunter. Maybe someone staying here knows him. Knows to be looking for me.”

“He doesn’t know where you are?”

“No. And we want to keep it that way. He’s…” Dean paused, choosing his next words carefully.

“A son-of-a-bitch.” Sam stared at the fire.

Juliane said, “Other than you, there are five hunters in the sanctuary. Four of them are German and they just got to the US. The fifth chose full privacy, like you, and won’t be joining us. Chances are, no one who’ll be here tomorrow will know you. But I’ll leave it up to you.”

Sam looked at Dean. “We’ll think about it.”

“If you don’t come for Christmas dinner, come by Christmas morning, just the two of you? For your stockings.”

“You really don’t have to—“

“This makes me happy. Don’t you want me to be happy?” Juliana’s eyes were lively with amusement.

“She’s stubborn. You two better say yes.” Danny came with a pot of warm cider and refilled everyone’s mugs.

“Thank you, Danny.” Juliane gave him a grateful look. Danny smiled at her, and when she looked back toward Sam and Dean, his expression changed. It was an expression Dean knew all too well. Looking at something you desperately want, but knowing you’ll never rate high enough to get it. It’s how he used to look at Sam when no one was watching.

Juliane got up. “I’ve got to start the green bean casserole for tomorrow.” Dean closed his eyes, and Sam poked him lightly in the ribs. “What?” she asked.

“That’s about the only vegetable he’ll eat.”

“That’s not true and you know it.” Dean put on his mildly offended look. “I eat zucchini.”

“Deep-fried.”

“Spinach.”

“Creamed.”

“Dude. I eat… I eat broccoli!”

“In beer cheese soup.”

“Does the beer and the cheese make it somehow not broccoli?”

“No but it kind of negates the purpose of eating it in the first place.” Sam took another drink of cider. “And before you say it, potatoes count as starches, not vegetables. And ketchup isn’t a vegetable either.”

Dean opened his mouth but nothing came out. Sam cackled, having won the exchange.

“You two are all kinds of cute together.” Juliane walked to the kitchen, calling over her shoulder, “Hang out as long as you want. Christmas Eve by the fire. It’s kinda romantic.”

Sam snuggled closer to Dean on the couch. “Check us out. Christmas Eve, and we’re being romantic.”

They sat in front of the fire, cold driven from their bones by its warmth, sipping cinnamon-scented cider, arms around each other. Sam leaned in and kissed Dean’s neck, nuzzling it with his soft lips.

“This is what it felt like.”

Sam tipped his head to the side in that way that said, “What?” without words.

“When I knew for sure. That you, you know. Felt that way about me too.” Dean looked down into the contents of his mug, then looked up at Sam, his eyes gleaming like jade in the firelight.

Sam remembered Dean talking about this. All the way back, what felt like a hundred years ago. When he’d just been rescued, and was in the room in the clinic, and Dean stayed with him. When he still didn’t know why he’d been taken. Or John’s part in it. When Dean put his hand on Sam’s chest so gently, touching the only place on his body that wasn’t broken or bruised. It’s always been you, Sam. I can’t even remember when I knew. You know, that we were more than. When I found out it was the same for you…

“It was like how Christmas was supposed to feel.”

Dean’s lips parted, and his eyes widened. “Yeah.”

Sam brushed his fingers through Dean’s short hair, trailed his fingertips down the back of his neck. “What are you going to do now that you have me and Christmas feels the way it’s supposed to?” His smile was pure love, accented with just a hint of mischief.

Dean set his mug down, and raised his hand to Sam’s face, rubbing his thumb along his jaw line in that way that never failed to make Sam melt. “I’m going to take you to our bedroom and make love to you,” he whispered.

Sam’s mouth moved but only air came out. He swallowed hard.

“Is that what you want, Sammy?” Thumb moving slowly, back and forth.

Sam blinked rapidly, trying to find his words. “Dean,” he said in a voice so low only one person in the room could hear him. “Please.”

Sam stood up, holding Dean’s hand. He squeezed it, then went into the kitchen. Dean took the opportunity to go to where Danny was reading the paper. “Hey, if you’re done with the comics, mind if I take it?”

Danny fished it out of the pile. “Go for it.” Dean quickly folded it up and tucked it inside his coat pocket. He glanced over at Sam, whose back was to them, saying goodnight to Juliane. Danny followed his glance, and his gaze caught on Juliane, hand at the nape of her neck tightening the clip that held her hair back.

“Does she know?” Dean’s expression was soft, understanding.

Danny froze, then closed his eyes for a moment. “That obvious?”

“I’m pretty tuned in to things like that.”

Danny rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand. “She has no idea.”

Dean frowned. “Why don’t you tell her? It’s obvious she likes you.”

Danny put his newspaper down. “There’s a big difference between like and… well, besides, I’m too old for her. And she’s not ready for anything like that. After what she’s been through.”

Dean nodded. “Doesn’t like to be touched.” They both glanced over, and at that exact moment, Sam had his hand on her arm, giving her a gentle squeeze.

Danny flinched. “I guess that depends on who’s touching her.”

“Hey, man.” Dean sat down at the table, to put himself on equal footing. “Don’t even go there. They’ve both been through something similar. And pretty fucking horrific. It’s natural they’d… trust each other. And—“ Dean very nearly said Sam, but caught himself at the last minute. “Paul just has this way of putting people at ease. He’s like a big goofy therapy dog.” The beginnings of a smile on Danny’s lips was a good sign. Dean leaned in. “And don’t even worry. He’s mine. And I’m his.”

The way Sam beamed at Dean, making a gesture of his head toward the door, illustrated that point perfectly.

Danny’s shoulders relaxed. He made sure the hallway was clear and gestured it was safe to pass. “You guys have a nice night.”

Sam picked up the box of leftover slices of pie, and took Dean’s hand. “You too.”

And Sam led Dean back to their sanctuary within the sanctuary. Dean found a few dusty votive candles in a kitchen drawer, and set them alight on the end table next to the bed. He set a glass of cold water on the table, and a clean hand towel. Then he undressed Sam with incredible slowness, his fingertips grazing Sam’s skin as each article of clothing was slipped off. Eventually, Sam was naked, the lines of his body highlighted by the warm golden light of the candles.

“Lay down.”

Sam obeyed, moving back on the bed, shoulders on the pillow, head craned so he could watch Dean.

Dean stood at the foot of the bed and just as slowly as he had done for Sam, he removed his clothing. It wasn’t a tawdry strip tease. It was a revealing, an act of aching trust and love, peeling off the layers and baring himself to Sam. By the time the last article of clothing hit the floor, Sam was trembling.

“Come here.” He extended his arms to Dean. Dean crawled onto the bed, slowly, with a powerful grace. He moved over Sam, brought his mouth to Sam’s. The warmth of his body flowed over Sam’s skin, almost but not quite touching him. Only their lips touched.

They kissed like that for a long time, until Sam arched his back, lifted his hands and ran them along the sides of Dean’s ribcage and down his flanks. Dean shivered, and lowered himself. The feel of Dean’s skin, so soft, impossibly soft for such a strong man, lifted a moan from Sam’s lips. “Dean. I need you.”

“Yeah?” Dean ghosted his lips along Sam’s neck, mouth parted, the very tip of his tongue extended, touching Sam’s skin so softly. “What do you need?” His words weren’t desperate, mechanical porn dialogue meant to inject kink to camouflage the lack of actual intimacy. It was wanting to hear Sam’s desire for him given voice, said out loud, not kept in secret and shadow.

Now it was Sam’s turn to shiver. “I want you to make love to me.”

This was the first time either of them had used that phrase. That phrase that would have made them giggle six months ago. Suddenly it had weight and promise and truth.

Dean slicked himself up slowly, eyes locked on Sam’s. Sam closed his eyes then opened them again, like a cat blinking its message, “I trust you enough to close my eyes in your presence.” Dean brought his fingers between Sam’s legs, getting him wet enough to take him.

“Just… just you,” Sam breathed. “I’m ready.”

“You sure, Sammy?” Dean looked down at Sam, spread out beneath him.

“I want you inside me.”

Dean groaned, dropped his head, pressing his forehead to Sam’s. He moved his hips, just a little. Sam gasped.

“You ok?”

Sam smiled up at Dean. “You feel good.” He spread his legs a little wider. Dean pressed against Sam’s entrance a little harder. Sam’s body yielded to Dean like he was born to take him inside, like Dean was the other half of Sam’s body and it recognized him.

The head of Dean’s cock slipped inside. He paused, gasping at how hot Sam was (he always ran warm on the outside but inside mother of all that’s holy), how his flesh stretched to accommodate him, a silky strength that surrounded him, pulled him in deeper. “Oh god. Sammy…”

Sam arched his back, pushing down on Dean, taking him in deeper. “Dean.”

Dean curled his back and drove himself inside Sam, so slowly that Sam was shuddering by the time Dean entered him completely.

He just stayed there, for a long time, holding most of his weight off Sam, looking into his eyes. Then he brought one hand to Sam’s face and stroked it. “So beautiful.”

Sam made a sound much like a sob.

“So beautiful,” Dean repeated. He rocked himself inside Sam, sweet and slow, making sure Sam felt every inch of him, stroking his hair, kissing his neck, whispering praise and devotion. Sam didn’t even know what to do with himself, so keen was the pleasure sparking off every nerve, the love pulsing through him in time with his heartbeat. He just shivered and made soft sounds that made Dean bite his lip, trying to hold out, to prolong this as long as he could, just to keep hearing Sam make those sounds.

Sam’s sounds gradually built from breathy moans to louder cries, as the pleasure built, amping up inside him. Sam’s skin gleamed, sweat-salty, his body opening to Dean in every possible way. He took hold of Dean’s back, ran his nails lightly down the twin cords of muscle on either side of his spine. “Dean.” His voice was more urgent.

“Sam. Sammy…” Dean moved quicker now, hands on the back of Sam’s head, his chest and belly pressed tight against Sam’s, moving in deep circles, every motion stroking his stomach against Sam’s cock.

Sam cried out. He reached for the bottle, slicked his hand up, and brought it to his cock.  He spread his thighs wide, giving Dean access to go deeper, faster, stroking himself, watching Dean watching him. “Dean. Oh god. Dean.” Sam’s cheeks were flushed red, hair gone wild and disheveled, muscles of his thighs taut, stomach fluttering, stroking himself faster now.

When the first wave of the orgasm hit, it came from somewhere deep inside Dean. So deep he didn’t register it was happening until it had lifted him up, the sharp glorious center of it sparking and firing and as good as it had ever been with Sam… and it just kept going. Sam cried out again, louder, pure white droplets soaring out of him in a great arc, pattering on his chest and stomach. And Dean’s orgasm just kept going. Sam came hard, writhing and making the most incredible sounds. And Dean’s orgasm just kept going. It was almost frightening. But he was with Sam. So it was ok. He just surrendered to it, let it have him as long as it was going to. And after the last drop of fluid pulsed out of Sam, Dean’s orgasm still kept going.

“Jesus Christ,” Sam whispered, holding Dean as he shook and cried out again and again. Finally, mercifully, it peaked and ebbed. Sam held Dean as the aftershocks rattled his body. Sam shifted beneath him and Dean erupted in another fit of shivers. “Oh god. Oh god.” Sam remained perfectly still and held Dean close.

At last, Dean was able to move without triggering new spasms of pleasure bordering on pain. He pulled free of Sam, and collapsed on his side. Sam fumbled for the towel, and cleaned Dean off first before taking care of himself. He brought the glass of water to Dean’s lips, helped him drink, before taking a sip himself. He tucked Dean in beneath the sheets, blew out the candles, and curled up with him. “I love you. So much.”

Dean murmured, “I love you back.” He nestled closer. “Always have.”

And as Sam drifted off to sleep, the scent of extinguished candle wick in the air, it felt for all the world like something dark inside him loosened and lifted, burned up by the light warming him from within, became black smoke that rose into the air and vanished.

Chapter 51: Christmastime Is Here

Comments

[kinkajou.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm... yes, I am all good now, all icky demon stuff forgotten :D And also - big goofy therapy dog :D LOL :D :D You really can't corrupt those, so Sam is all safe :D

[killtheflesh.livejournal.com]

very very hot. :DDDDD

[sandycub.livejournal.com]

This was just beautiful! And perfect! What it must be like to have someone love you like that - your imagery and words just blew me away. Made it all feel so real and yet so surreal at the same time. Your Sam and Dean are mindblowing!

I really liked the scene with Dean talking to Danny about Sam and Julianne as they observe them in the kitchen. The goofy therapy dog - spot on! Admitting/confiding that Sam had also been through something horrific, confirming that Sam is his. All just perfect. Maybe Danny can finally admit to Julienne how he feels - with what she has been trhough she is older than her years so I don't think he would be too old for her!

So glad you gave us such awesomeness to clear away the aftertaste of the last chapter...

[masja-17.livejournal.com]

Thank you for getting rid of the bad taste from the last chapter! This was awesome, loved how you made Juliane be so sweet and show Danny that Sam could touch her. Would love to see that she thinks Danny is okay.
Loved the sweet hot sex!

<3

[thestarkat.livejournal.com]

Beautiful, sexy, and loving. And an excellent palate cleanser after the demon ick.

"Sam’s body yielded to Dean like he was born to take him inside, like Dean was the other half of Sam’s body and it recognized him"
So perfect.

Thanks for continuing to give us this story. <3

[imaginecoolname.livejournal.com]

So beautiful. Your words are always so moving and touch me deeply. This brilliantly showed the contrast I mentioned before to what went down in the previous chapter, and the intense love between Sam and Dean really drove that point home.

I especially loved the last sentence, how it felt for all the world like something dark inside him loosened and lifted, burned up by the light warming him from within, became black smoke that rose into the air and vanished as the most wonderful opposite of the black demon smoke rising from people.

Thank you so much for this chapter, it was absolutely breathtakingly beautiful. :)

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much. I really love it when readers highlight a phrase that really stood out to them. Makes for a happy writer. :)

[rianadrarrylove.livejournal.com]

I loved how Dean and Sam were two halves of a whole- how perfect them being together is despite what Azazel thinks... I bet that's gonna fuck him over in the future.

The Winchesters helping out Juliane and Danny was super sweet too- it was great to see Dean connecting on an emotional level with someone other than Sam since that doesn't happen often!

I love this story soooo much!!!

[dont-hate-me01.livejournal.com]

So sweet against the last chapter's darkness!! :-)

[dimeliora.livejournal.com]

I am so very glad you put both of these chapters up together like this. It underlines your argument, and it's a breath of fresh air to see this after the darkness of the last bit.

You write intimacy in a way few other authors are capable of. It's always impressive.

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I couldn't in good conscience leave you guys on that one chapter for any length of time.

[2blueshoes.livejournal.com]

Sam as the big goofy therapy dog? Love it. And the sex! So perfect. Azazel doesn't have a hope ( I hope ) of corrupting them.

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

Do you really think I'd let Azazel win? :)

[sammichgirl]

“It was like how Christmas was supposed to feel.”

“I trust you enough to close my eyes in your presence.”

So, this thing happened where I might have really kind of had to catch my breath because both of those lines recall things in my own life that were moments I'd never forget and felt exactly that.

Their love story is epic, and you do it more than justice.

[alexisjane.livejournal.com]

Well, I think you just ruined sex for me...if it can't be that good then I just don't want it!
I love how you can make it so sweet and beautiful but without any sicklyness or, I don't know...it didn't even feel schmoopy, it just felt right! There's something subtle about it...I don't have the words...but I guess that why you get paid the big bucks ; )
I'd be interested to know which is harder to write, this or the previous chapter? x

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

Yes, all those dollars I make off my Wincest. (Sigh, if only!)

The previous chapter was much harder to write than this. This just flowed.

And thank you for saying it was sweet and beautiful but not cloyingly sweet. I try to make their soft, gentle, emotional moments honest, and true to the characters, if they had experienced these things. I want everything to be earned. Thank you for that.