A/N: Well, here I am again for another fic. 2nd time should be better, eh? I hope so. Anyway… please read and review because I'm not sure if I'm going to finish this one. I'm not really sure where to go with it, but this chapter came about in my head rather quickly. I have a general direction, but who knows. Let me know what you think. As before, this is rated M for a reason… This first chapter should explain the rating well….
Here we go…
Chapter 1
"Oh fuck…" were the only coherent words that tumbled out of Dean Winchester's mouth. He had his back pressed against the closed bathroom stall door at his favorite bar, The Roadhouse. The most beautiful man he'd ever laid eyes on was on his knees in front of him, currently giving him the most amazing blowjob of his life. Dean couldn't think of anything. The man in front of him had the most sinful mouth in the world. Hot, wet, and my God what he could do with his tongue! Then a thought crept in… name. What was this gorgeous creature's name? "Oh shit! Fuck!" An name… any name. He had to know this man's name. Dean felt his orgasm welling up inside of him, he was sooo close. He start to pull back from that beautiful mouth because he didn't want the man (whatever his name was), to have to swallow. But the man pushed him hard to the wall as Dean shouted, "Oh fuck! I'm gonna come!" He felt the man smile around his cock. Dean's orgasm exploded into the man's mouth and Dean held on to his messy back hair for dear life, as he trembled and shook through the waves of pleasure washing over him. The man peered up at him through his eyelashes and Dean gasped. He had noticed, before their illicit trip to the bathroom, the man's dark blue eyes, but DAMN,! They were almost glowing now. The man disengaged from Dean's cock with a wet pop, smiled and said, "You okay there, soldier?" and laughed. Dean's voice was gone. He could only nod as he tried to catch his breath. the man just kept that smirk on his face and brushed past Dean and out the bathroom door.
Dean watched him leave in disbelief. Blue eyes didn't want him to reciprocate? He wasn't an asshole. He gave as good as he got. Huh… well, that was unexpected, Dean thought.
Dean walked out of the bathroom after he had collected himself and searched the bar with his eyes. No sign of his beautiful creature anywhere. And he didn't even get his name. He remembered telling the man his name when they had started their conversation at the bar. Had blue eyes even said his name? Dean's brain was too cloudy to remember. Alcohol and a great blow job would do that to you. He shook his head. "Unbelievable."
He looked around again, saw his brother Sam chatting up a pretty blonde girl on the other side of the room, and made his way to them. "Hey Sammy! Think I'm gonna head home. M'tired. Need to get up tomorrow to go to work. Want me to walk home, or…." He didn't finish his question. He didn't want to presume that Sam was trying to get into this chick's pants. He and Sam were, flexible, with their partners. Men, women, whoever looked good and was interested. No need to assume which way Sam was heading tonight. "Yeah, a walk would do you some good, Dean." A small smile crept onto Sam's face as he said it. "I'll see you in the morning, little brother," Dean said as he waved, and strolled out of The Roadhouse door, heading the six blocks to the apartment that the brothers shared. At least he'd be alone tonight. He could get some much needed sleep before heading in to the salvage yard for work tomorrow. His boss, Bobby Singer, a man that Dean and Sam had known since they were toddlers, would kill him if he came to work too tired or hung over. He was a great boss, but a little grumpy sometimes.
Dean stood in the bathroom staring at his reflection in the mirror. These one night stands and bathroom blow jobs had to stop. He was 27 years old, it was time to grow up. Besides, what kind of example was he showing his brother? Oh well. He'd make changes to his life… tomorrow. Tonight he had to sleep.
He pulled his clothing off and crawled into his queen sized bed in only his boxers. His bones were tired. His eyes slid shut and he felt sleep start to overtake him. As it did, though, bright blue eyes, black messy hair and a sexy smirk flashed in his mind. his eyes flew open, as he gasped and sat straight up in bed. Shit. What's his name, the beautiful creature from the bar. Damn. If that man wasn't the sexiest man Dean had ever seen, then he didn't know what sexy was. His body had reacted to those eyes and that smirk before he knew it. His cock was wide awake and aching in his boxers. Dean rubbed his hand down his growing erection and closed his eyes. He could see Blue Eyes looking up at him, felt that sinful mouth on him. God, that mouth. He was close after only a few strokes. Just the memory of that glorious mouth around him was enough, it was insane. Too much. It had him shouting as he came hard into his hand. Shit. He needed to find out who that guy was… soon.