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ULTIMATE WARNING: So far most of my stories are turning out to be SLASH and MPREG. So they may contain mature, Male/Male Relationship and not so graphic sex scenes between two men. If you can't stand these or don't want to read them, please leave this story behind!
AU, OOC, SLASH! Sam/Harry oneshot and contains Crossdress!Harry.
Hey, guys!
So, the story is: I was pissed off and I put in Nickelback's Next Contestant on a loop. It helped my anger to simmer down and gave birth to this little something. Anyone who likes jealous guys will love this! :)
Enjoy!
Next Contestant
The bar was dark, smoky and loud. Metallica was blaring from the speakers, almost drowning out the noise of the patrons. Everyone was laughing, talking and generally moving. However, there was one table that was void of any activity.
This table had only one guest, a tall, young man. He was currently sulking, big hands cradling a beer bottle. Chestnut-brown locks fell into his face like curtains, but they only barely hid the dark red patch on the skin of his left cheek.
Sam Winchester lifted the cold bottle, but instead of drinking, he laid it gently against the flaming cheek, hissing softly as the different temperatures clashed. This time he did it… It's over… He'll never be let out of the dog house…
Why must he have such a bad temper? Why did he have to have a big mouth?
'"Why can't you talk to me?!"
"Why can't you be normal?!"'
The slap following his outburst was still stinging, even though he'd received it hours ago. Why can't he just tell him how he was feeling? Dean would laugh his ass off if he was here. The big-hearted girl of the Winchester family was more emotionally stunted than his 'ladies' man' big brother. And that big brother started to tell him to man up and finally admit his feelings…
Sam sighed as he lowered the bottle and took a big gulp of beer. He let the thrum of Metallica wash through him, cleaning out the mess inside him, but it only served for more to tumble down. He couldn't believe it was actually him to choose this song. Dean would be proud of him.
As the song reached its chorus, the door of the bar opened up. Sam put the bottle back onto the table and turned towards it…
…and his jaw landed on the floor.
The newcomer was a small petite figure, long, ebony-black curls falling down the thin shoulders and framing the slim torso. A skin-tight, blood-red dress shone in the bar's light, the skirt reaching the middle of the thighs, leaving the gazelle-like, lean legs bare. The feet were adorned with small red sandals, their heels so high and thin, even Sam's legs hurt from the sight.
The figure sauntered over to the jukebox and began browsing amongst the songs, the eyes of every – male, Sam thought scornfully, his grip on his bottle tightening slightly – patron pinned on the curved waist and tight ass. After a minute, the figure backed away, but one idiot at the next table jumped up, digging through his pockets before giving a coin to the person. Sam took a deep breath to calm down, but the exhale came out in a soft growl. He just knew that the thin lips had turned down slightly into the cute pout that could get anyone to do anything. When the delicate features turned towards the man, the same lips pulled up into a wide, bright smile, accepting the coin with a… a leer?! Sam's growl was a touch louder now.
The coin fell into the jukebox then Metallica cut off abruptly. Soon the sound of an electric guitar and a fast rhythm started up. Sam immediately recognized the song… although it wasn't his favorite for… personal reasons.
I judge by what she's wearing
Just how many heads I'm tearing
Off of assholes comin' onto her
Each night seems like it's getting worse
The figure turned around with a satisfied grin and a pair of emerald eyes landed on hazel-green across the room. The darker green lit up with the scorching flames of payback, as its owner sashayed away from the jukebox. Sam thought the figure will finally join him and end this madness, but reaching the table the sway of hips and the piercing gaze turned away and towards the bar. Sam watched as the figure walked up to the counter and slipped onto one of the barstools, legs to the side and crossing elegantly, one foot bobbing up and down to the rhythm of the song.
Sam glared at everyone who dared to rake their filthy gazes over his beauty. His shoulders rose and fell faster as one dick sidled up to the bar and leaned too close to the newcomer's ear to whisper something. The black locks moved as the figure nodded and Sam just knew the answer was given with a sultry grin on those luscious lips covered in deep red lipstick… Sam's favorite on them…
The man quickly ordered a drink from the bartender before returning to the object of his attention. Sam wanted to grab onto the leather jacket, wrap his hands around that fucker's neck and… Sam took a deep breath again, but an even louder growl escaped him. He jerkily lifted his bottle, trembling with anger. Everyone knows about his beauty! All the patrons know that under feminine curves hid a secret…
And everyone knows that Harry James Potter was Samuel Winchester's, Goddammit!
Sam calmed down slightly when the argument resulting in his still flaming cheek returned to his memories.
'"I just want you to stop treating me like a baby! I'm an adult now, I don't need protection!"
"You didn't see that asshole eyeing you up! He wanted to fuck you and leave you!"
"I'm allowed to have some fun! Unlike you, I don't want to die a bloody virgin!"
"So, you would've whored yourself out for a quickie, is that it?!"
"Well, since a certain sodding arsehole is too fucking stupid to open his eyes, I'll have to take the next best thing!"
"I'm not gonna let you do that!"
"Who the hell do you think you are?!"
"…"
"Why can't you talk to me?!"
"Why can't you be normal?!"
SMACK!'
Sam shook his head to clear it from the guilt and took a sip…
And promptly spat it across the table.
That fucker was trailing the back of a finger on Harry's silky thigh, up and down, up and down… And Harry was batting his eyelashes, flirting back! Then the finger slid forward, bringing the palm into the game…
Is that
Your hand
On my
Girlfriend
Is that
Your hand?!
I wish you'd do it again
(I'll watch you leave here limping)
I wish you'd do it again
(I'll watch you leave here limping)
There goes the next contestant…
Sam's eyes bugged out, pinned onto the hand on Harry's leg inching up towards the boy's crotch. He couldn't tear his gaze away as his hold tightened even more on the bottle. He was oblivious of the crack appearing on the brown glass. Red fog began penetrating his vision as Fucker there leaned in again…
Harry laughed out loud at what Fucker said and when Fucker pulled back… Sam's heart skipped a beat: a small finger caressed Fucker's cheek!
The bottle started shaking in Sam's grip as the men around the bar practically salivated over the sight, hungry gazes only for Harry …
But Sam…
I'm hating what she's wearing
Everybody here keeps staring
Can't wait till they get what they deserve
This time somebody's getting' hurt…
The shattering of glass was instantly followed by the scrape of a chair's leg. The next table – thankfully, empty – fell sideways as the giant body rushed by it, shoving it aside roughly. Two large hands grabbed the back of the leather jacket, spun Fucker around then a giant fist slammed into his jaw, sending him onto the ground. Sam would've jumped onto him, beating the leaving shit out of him until nothing was left but a bloody pulp…
"What the bloody hell are you doing?!"
However, Harry's panicked voice and two small hands grabbing him stopped the danger.
"You touch him again and you're dead!" Sam bellowed to Fucker's back, straining against the hold, but Harry showed inexplicable strength, because he managed to hold the enraged giant back.
"Who do you think-" Harry started, but he was cut off when Sam yanked him forward, picked him up with an arm around his waist and pulled him into a hard, forceful, passionate kiss, a hand gripping the ebony-black locks. Harry wrapped one arm around the massive shoulders while his free hand buried itself in Sam's locks. Under closed eyelids, emerald irises rolled in irritation. 'Finally' he thought as Sam plunged his tongue into his mouth, licking the imaginary taste of 'everyone else' out of his mouth. Harry moaned as the rock hard muscles in the man's body trembled against him, leaving the boy hot and lustful.
Sam yanked his lips away with a growl.
"You're mine, you hear me?" he snarled through gritting teeth. Harry smirked.
"What took you so long?"
With that, Sam put Harry's feet onto the ground and led the boy out of the bar, one arm staying in its place, hazel eyes glaring at everyone who dared to look at HIS beauty.
A hand gripped the edge of the counter as its owner stood up. Jade-green eyes looked towards the leaving couple, a smirk on his full lips. One calloused finger wiped the blood from his chin, wincing from the pain in his jaw. As he made his way towards the door, raking a hand through his spiky blonde hair and adjusting his leather jacket with a yank on the lapels, Dean Winchester swore to get his little brother back for that punch.
And to tell him a hearty 'I told you so'.
The End
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