Sure Got a Dirty Mouth Chapter 57: Afternoon Delight

[justinedelarge]

Title: Sure Got a Dirty Mouth Chapter 57: Afternoon Delight
Author: justinedelarge
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Warning: Wincest
Word Count: 2300
Disclaimer: I don't own what I don't own. But I do own what I do own, such as my original characters.
Summary: Reggie finally closes in. Bobby learns something that frightens him. Sam and Dean have a relaxing afternoon.

Dean left Sam sleeping, tucked underneath the blankets, and busied himself in the kitchen. He put together a basic salad, because Sam loved salad, and set the jar of bacon bits on the table so he could douse his salad with them. Sam hated jarred bacon bits, and he knew from past experience if he put them in the big bowl of salad, Sam would grimace and painstakingly pick off every single brown chunk.

He opened a nice bottle of Cabernet, and when it was just about time to sear the filet mignons and broil the lobster tail, he woke up Sam. Sam stretched, smacking his mouth in that way he did when he was sleepy, and got dressed again, just in his sweats, t-shirt and flannel, and warm socks. He sat at the table and sipped his wine, half-asleep, sex-sated and stunned, watching Dean move with grace and efficiency around the kitchen.

Dean dressed the salad, heaped it into two big bowls, and set them on the table. He shook bacon bits over his. Sam wrinkled his nose. Then Dean plated the lobster and steak, arranging the wedges of lemon on the plate and sprinkling the filet with the special smoked sea salt Sam had picked out.

Dean set Sam’s plate in front of him. Sam grabbed his hand. He didn’t say anything, just looked up at Dean, an expression of amazement on his face, and squeezed his fingers gently. Dean nearly blushed.

Sam took a bite of steak. “Oh my god,” he said with his mouth full. Dean sat down opposite him, and forked up a bite of steak.  He nodded his head in appreciation of his own skill.

Sam squeezed lemon over the lobster tail and took a bite of that. He said nothing, just chewed.

“Well?” Dean asked with a barely perceptible hint of nervousness in his voice.

“You do everything well.” Sam’s mouth glistened with butter. “Like, it’s not even fair. You just…you said you didn’t know how to cook lobster. We’ve never even HAD lobster before. Or filet mignon. And then here you go.”

“I did it right?”

“I think so. What do you think?”

Dean took a bite. His eyelids fluttered and he made a happy sound. “Lobster? Is awesome.”

They took their time, eating slowly, savoring every bite. Sam urged Dean to take a bite of filet mignon and then a sip of wine right after because it made the steak taste better, and the steak made the wine taste better. Dean agreed that it did.

Plates scraped clean, wine bottle empty, Dean leaned back and rubbed his distended belly. “I could get used to this.”

Sam glanced down quickly.

“What?”

“I’d like that. You being used to this. Fancy food like this.” His smile was a little sad. They both knew they wouldn’t be able to keep each other in lobster and filet mignon forever.

Sam insisted on bringing Dean a bowl of ice cream, even though he protested he was too full. But he ate the whole thing anyway, Sam beaming at him practically the whole time.

Sam did the dishes, not letting Dean help because he’d done all the cooking. Then, sated in every way possible, they crawled into bed and twined themselves around each other. Sam fell asleep almost immediately.

When Dean was certain Sam was asleep, he extricated himself and went into the living room to call Bobby.

“Hey, kiddo. You two ok?”

Dean exhaled, rubbing his jaw. “Can’t talk much. I don’t want to wake Sam. But this afternoon, Sam had some sort of… I don’t even know. His head starting hurting real bad and he said he saw…” Dean swallowed hard. “A room full of demons. But they weren’t trying to hurt him. They were, kind of, worshipping him.”

“Charming,” Bobby said dryly.

“And they were chanting at him. Regem puerum.”

“Ah.” Bobby’s voice was steady and even. “Did they.”

“Bobby… should I be freaking out?”

“Well, I have to say, that is a little weird.”

Dean laughed nervously.

“But weird’s kind of what we do. On the scale of happy as a clam to freaking the fuck out, that’s nothing. Ok? Sam’s been through a whole lot. I’m sure he’s scared to death, even though I’d bet you a hundred bucks he’s pretending like he’s not even thinking about this whole Azazel thing.”

Dean closed his eyes. It was true. Sam didn’t talk about the whole Sam Winchester is not to be touched thing, or what it might mean.

“Sounds to me like he had a stress migraine, with a little hallucination in there just for fun. So don’t freak out. Just keep him well fed and rested. But I’ll look into it for you.”

“Ok.” Dean exhaled hard, relief flooding him. “Thanks, Bobby.”

“So…you’re sure that’s what they were saying? Regem puerum?” Bobby sounded perfectly calm.

“Yeah. That’s what Sam said. Boy King in Latin.”

“Alright. Just want to make sure I got that right when I research it.” Bobby’s tone of voice was light, inconsequential. “OK, it’s late. You get some sleep. Oh, you should know. Your dad’s gone to track down a solid lead on this whole thing with Sam.”

“Yeah? That’s great news, Bobby.”

“Yep. Ok. Call me in a day or two, wouldja?”

“You got it.”

Dean went back to bed feeling like a heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

~

Bobby hung up the phone. His face was ashen. He went to a drawer and pulled out a heavy leather-bound book. He flipped through it until he reached the page he’d been searching for. It showed an ancient woodcut of a human boy, an army of demons bowing before him, a demon placing a crown upon his head. The caption was Coronatio Regis Puerum, or Coronation of the Boy King.

“No,” Bobby whispered. “It can’t be.”

~

Reggie took a drink of coffee, hot and black, white lines of the highway passing by his window in a hypnotic rhythm. The closer to Amarillo he got, the more adrenaline flooded his system. The thrill of the hunt, no matter what he was hunting, was addictive. When he passed the highway marker for Amarillo, he smacked the steering wheel with a whoop. Elation filled him, sharpened his senses. He felt a sharp pang of hunger, and realized he hadn’t eaten enough that morning, choking down a dry minimart Danish, so eager had he been to find the boys.

His plan was to systematically try every motel in Amarillo within a mile of the freeway, then expand the radius until he found the one that contained the secret sanctuary. He saw the sign indicating Gas Food Lodging Next Exit, and moved into the far right lane to be ready to exit. Suddenly, he smelled the distinctive scent of freshly baked bread. He sniffed the air, looking around him. There was nothing, nothing that could possibly have generated that smell. The scent didn’t even seem to be entering through his nostrils. But it was there, and seemed to be getting stronger.

He passed the exit and kept driving. The scent grew stronger, warmer, tugging at him, evoking strong emotions within him. It was the scent of home, of love. Of welcome.

Reggie followed the tugging at his chest, the imagined scent, and took the next exit. When he saw the faded sign that read Jaeger Motel, he laughed out loud. “Jaeger. That’s cute.” He was no language buff, but he knew enough German to recognize the word for hunter.

He pulled over the thick white speed bump, glancing down at it curiously. He parked and walked back, bending down and scraping a thin layer off the hard surface with his knife. He wet the tip of his finger, pressed it to the clean surface he’d revealed, and brought it to his mouth. At the sharp, salty taste, he grinned. “Gotcha.”

Reggie approached the motel office. He rang the bell, and a man with dirty blond hair emerged from the office behind the counter. He smiled at the sight of Reggie.

“I’d like a room, please. Second floor, if you’ve got it.” Reggie knew the actual sanctuary couldn’t be the rooms for travelers and truckers needing an actual bed and a hot shower, but he wanted to scope out the situation first. He’d heard that at the Sanctuary, privacy was sacrosanct, so he didn’t even bother asking the man in front of him if he’d seen two young men matching Sam and Dean’s description, or asking him to deliver a message that someone was here to see them. So his plan was to watch the parking lot and catch Sam and Dean heading out of the motel.

Danny quickly looked Reggie up and down. He had the look of a hunter. “Just a regular room then?”

Reggie played dumb. “Unless you got one with a Jacuzzi.”

Danny got Reggie set up with a room and handed him the key. “How long do you plan to be staying?”

“I’m gonna play that by ear.” Reggie put a fresh toothpick between his teeth, and with a wink to Danny, walked out to find his room. Inside, he put his bag on the floor and sat down on the bed with a deep sigh.

They were here. He knew it. He could feel it. They were here.

He just needed to catch them at the right time.

He took a quick shower to wash the road grime from him, then put on his cleanest clothes, pulled up a chair next to the window, and watched the parking lot with the infinite patience of a true hunter.

~

Sam and Dean spent the day like two boys on Christmas vacation, when the weather was too bad to play outside. They ate cereal and watched TV. They drank hot chocolate. Sam brought them snacks, made them lunch, fed Dean candy.  And they watched more TV. They napped on the carpeted floor, kissed each other lazily when they awoke, Dean flipping around to face away from Sam. They tugged each other’s sweats down and engaged in a blissful, drawn-out sixty-nine, laying on their sides, nursing on each other’s cocks as though suckling gently and licking and looking at each other’s cocks, memorizing every vein, was the purpose of it, not chasing an orgasm. Without either of them saying a word, they established that this was not about coming. It was about giving each other deep, sustained pleasure. Whenever one of them got close to orgasm, thigh muscles twitching, breath coming faster, the other would pull his mouth off, lay featherlight kisses on his brother’s belly, and wait for the urge to subside. Then he would take his brother’s cock into his mouth again, lick it slowly, draw his lips across it, give tiny little kitten licks on the head, and suckle it. Drawing it out as long as they possibly could.

After an hour, they began taking it up a notch, deliberately trying to get the other to break first and beg to be allowed to come. It went back and forth, Sam sucking soft and deep on Dean’s cock, just the way Dean liked, bringing him to the edge and backing off, over and over, waiting for Dean to crack. Instead, Dean worked his mouth on Sam’s cock, taking him hard and fast, moaning, the vibrations adding to the sensation, just the way Sam liked, bringing Sam right to the edge then clamping down with his hand on the base of Sam’s cock, pulling off with a laugh, green eyes fixed on Sam, waiting for him to break.

Neither one did.

Finally Dean came up with a solution. “Fuck. Sammy. I’ll let you come if you let me come.”

Sam  groaned. “Deal.”

They went at each other feverishly with mouths, tongues and hands, Sam kicking off first, flooding Dean’s mouth, coming so much Dean had trouble swallowing it all. Sam moaned out his orgasm on Dean’s cock, working it with his hands when he had to pull his mouth off so he could gasp and cry out. Dean was just a few moments behind. He came on Sam’s face, spurting wet and messy all over Sam’s lips, cheeks and neck, groans softening to whimpers.

In carnal matters, Dean was a gentleman. He repositioned himself to lie face to face with Sam, and kissed and licked his Sammy clean. Sammy was also a perfect gentleman, and willingly (eagerly) licked the taste of himself out of Dean’s mouth.

After the post-coital haze had lifted, Sammy stirred. “I want to go to that place tonight.”

“Mmm?” Dean murmured. “Which place?”

“That club.”

“What was it…Moosie’s?”

“Sassy’s.” Sam traced little patterns on Dean’s chest.

“Sure. We can do that.”

“Maybe it’ll have a dark corner or something.” Sam continued tracing little patterns with his fingertip.

Dean peered at Sam’s face.

“What you said. About what you wanted to do with me.” Another little circle. “Suck me off while people watched. Or was me sucking you off?” Sam glanced up at Dean as though he was asking the time, not asking about fulfilling only the hottest fantasy Dean Winchester had ever entertained.

“Uh. Either. Either is good.”

“Ok.”

“Sam. You really… you’re gonna let me…”

Sam smiled. “Dean. You still don’t get it?” Dean stared, waiting for Sam to explain it. “I’ll do anything you want.”

Dean pulled Sam closer, a shiver running through his body. “I don’t deserve you,” he whispered.

“Like hell you don’t.” Sam poked his finger into Dean’s chest. “So shut up and just…be happy. Wouldja?”

Dean couldn’t help but laugh. “Whatever you say, Sammy.”

Comments

[kinkajou.livejournal.com]

I absolutely loved this! Can't wait for the club part :) Erm... will Reggie now have to follow them to the club and accidentally see the whole thing? :D (I guess not, but my extremely perverted brain would want so see that too :)) and I want in on those gourmet meals cooked by Dean too, they sound delicious! And 69 (that was even more delicious)
When (if?) Bobby tells his boyking-info to John, he won't pull the "we might have to kill him if he seems dangerous" crap he did on the show, will he? Not now that he's started to try being a better father!

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

Reggie is too much of a gentleman to watch the whole thing. And John? I'm definitely taking his character in different directions in the show, because that's one of the best things about fanfiction--you can fix it when the show's writers fuck things up.

[deansdirtybb.livejournal.com]

Great update! I think I'm glad Reggie has tracked down the boys, but still a bit nervous. Def worried about Bobby's lead on Sam's vision. And I just knew you would give us that scene in the club, cuz you are the bestest ever :)

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

Writing the club scene now. :)

[thestarkat.livejournal.com]

Hooray! Always thrilled to see a new chapter. You left me tingling in anticipation for the club scene. And Moosies? Lawl. :D

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

Thanks for getting the joke. Moosie's.

[sandycub.livejournal.com]

Perfect day! Dean making that special meal for Sammy like he wanted and of course it turned out great!! Loved them lazing about and just being together! So glad that Dean is keeping in touch with Bobby and that he let him know about Sam's vision! Loved how Bobby kept calm the whole time and yet was freaking out on the inside. So excited that Reggie has found them, just hope they get to have their time together at the club first!!

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

I've just finished writing the club scene. Yes. It's... well, you'll see.

I'm so glad you liked this chapter!

[masja-17.livejournal.com]

Really, really loved this!! Now I'm anticipating the club scene (and I think Reggie should see enough so that he knows what they're doing! ;))

<3

[dimeliora.livejournal.com]

Dean, honey, by now you gotta know Bobby sounding placid and calm is an indicator of serious trouble.

Also? I love this definition of gentlemanly.

This definition of gentlemanly

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

:)

Me too.

[imaginecoolname.livejournal.com]

Oh God, now the Boy King arch is really starting to kick off, isn't it? With Bobby now knowing what's going on. Poor guy, freaking out on the inside while not wanting to worry Dean. I love that man. :)

I'm also glad that Reggie's here, it'll sure come in handy for what I suspect you've got planned for the club scene. Which I just KNEW you'd give us and I'm very excited! *runs off to read next chapter*

[deezy-y.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah the club is probably a pretty bad idea. I hope I'm wrong.
Glad that Reggie's found them.

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

Yeah, the club. Interesting scene. :)