Disclaimer: I own nothing. My thanks as always to Kripke and Crimson1 for the loan of their toys.
A/N: This little plot bunny appeared in Chapter 31 of Incubus – go back, you can find it!
A/N2: If you really want to enjoy this, you need to go to Youtube and search for Big and Rich's "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy". Have it cued up in another window and ready to go. It will be obvious when you should hit play….
Oh - ya - there be slash ahead...
They'd spent the day driving around from stable to stable in the area. They had been able to pretty well confirm that the vengeful spirit haunting the fairgrounds was either a cowboy or a rodeo clown.
Dean smirked at the memory of Sam's reaction to learning that the spirit might be a clown. He'd thought for a moment that Sam would actually bolt for the stable door. All of Dean's teasing had resulted in a sulky Sam saying he was turning in early. Dean snorted at the memory.
Dean was currently stretched out on the bed watching tv, nursing a beer. Sasha was having a shower, and took so long that Dean nodded off. He woke with a start when the tv suddenly shut off. Dean groped around himself for the remote which he was sure he had left right beside him. He was further startled when music suddenly flooded their room.
DUM-DE-DE-DUM, DE-DE-DUM-DE-DE-DUM, DE-DAA-DAAAAA
DUM-DE-DE-DUM, DE-DE-DUM-DE-DE-DUM, DE-DAA-DAA-DAA-DAA-DAAAA!
The door to the bathroom slowly swung open and Sasha was suddenly in the doorway with one hand sliding up the door jam.
Dean gaped and pushed himself up so he was leaning against the headboard.
Sasha was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt. That wasn't what had Dean speechless. He was also wearing his leather jacket. Still not was causing Dean to forget to breathe. Sasha was also wearing black leather chaps – with fringe!- black cowboy boots, a black cowboy hat, and black leather gloves.
A smile slowly grew on Sasha's face. He took one step into the room hooking his thumbs into the waistband of the chaps.
"I seem to remember a request for more leather," Sasha said and rolled his hips to the music.
Well, I walk into the room
Passing out hundred dollar bills
And it kills and it thrills like the horns on my Silverado grill
And I buy the bar a double round of crown
And everybody's getting down
An' this town ain't never gonna be the same.
It was Dean's turn to grin and burst out laughing. He felt heat start pooling in his gut. He was mesmerized by the way the fringe swung when Sasha did just that with his hips.
Sasha two stepped closer to the bed, turning so that Dean could reach out and just touch the fringe.
Sasha spun away from the bed. Both hands went up to the brim of the hat, and then one hand tilted it down over one half of Sasha's face. Sasha continued to move his hips provocatively to the music. Both hands went back to the brim of the hat pulling it straight down in front of his face. Sasha slowly lowered the hat to reveal his brilliant blue eyes, sparkling with mischief.
Swinging the hat over his head, Sasha whooped and threw the hat into the corner of the room. Dean grinned and whooped back.
Cause I saddle up my horse
And I ride into the city
I make a lot of noise
Cause the girls
They are so pretty
Riding up and down Broadway
On my old stud Leroy
And the girls say
Save a horse, ride a cowboy.
Everybody says
Save a horse, Ride a cowboy
Sasha dropped one shoulder out of his jacket, rotating the shoulder and dropping his head so that he looked up at Dean through his eye lashes.
"Should I take it off? Or do you like the leather on?" Sasha teased.
"Off. It's nice and all, but off might be better..." Dean reached for the beer that he'd left on the bedside table and took another long pull. It was suddenly very hot in there.
Sasha turned his back to Dean and let the jacket slide off of both arms. Swinging it over his head, he let it fly into the same corner as the hat. Sasha turned back to face Dean, still moving his hips to the music. One hand snaked under his t-shirt and caressing himself lifted the t-shirt enough to show Dean Sasha's tight abs. Because of the way Sasha's jeans always rode low on his hips, Dean could see his pelvic tattoo peeking over the waistband too. Dean swallowed. Sasha continued to lift the t-shirt and dance in a tight circle, showing off the tattoo on his back and finally pulling the t-shirt all the way off. Not to break the pattern the t-shirt lassoed around Sasha's head and went to join the hat and jacket.
Well I don't give a dang about nothing
I'm singing and Bling- Blanging
While the girls are drinking
Long necks down!
And I wouldn't trade ol' Leroy
Or my Chevrolet for your Escalade
Or your freak parade
I'm the only John Wayne left in this town
Sasha's thumbs were hooked in the front of the chaps. He danced his way back to the bed and then jumped up, straddling Dean and continuing to move to the music. Sasha leaned down and plucked the beer from Dean's hand, took a drink and set it back on the table. Dean took the opportunity to run his hands up Sasha's legs and through the fringe. Sasha let his finger trace the line of his waistband, letting his finger slip inside his pants and caress the skin.
Suddenly, Sasha dropped to his knees, still straddling Dean and leaned forward to kiss him. As Dean leaned in to deepen the kiss, he slid his hands down Sasha's naked torso, sliding around to caress his butt and down his thighs, coming back up ruffling the fringe. When Dean's hands returned to Sasha's butt he pulled hard making the incubus break the kiss and straighten his torso. That brought Sasha's belly right to Dean's face and he trailed kisses, licking and nipping gently up to Sasha's nipples and back down to his waistband. This time it was Dean's turn to slide his finger into the incubus' waistband and trail around to the little dip at his spine, coming back to tease the button on Sasha's jeans.
"Not so fast, cowboy," Sasha laughed and kicking one leg over Dean dismounted from the bed and began to sway back in time with the music.
Dean made a little discontented noise in his throat.
"Did you want me to lose a little more of the leather?" Sasha teased.
Dean nodded.
And I saddle up my horse
And I ride into the city
I make a lot of noise
Cause the girls
They are so pretty
Riding up and down Broadway
On my old stud Leroy
And the girls say
Save a horse, ride a cowboy.
Everybody says
Save a horse, Ride a cowboy
Sasha danced back over to the bed. One leather clad hand reached out and caressed Dean's face, carding back through his short hair and then trailing back down to Dean's mouth. Dean knew immediately what Sasha was suggesting. Drawing the tip of one leather clad finger into his mouth, Dean gently grasped the end with his teeth and pulled until the entire glove slid off. As Dean worked off the glove, Sasha continued to dance. As soon as the one glove was off, Sasha caressed Dean's face with the other hand and they repeated the process.
Once again, Sasha danced away from the bed. He moved to the corner and retrieved the hat. Dean was mesmerized by the sway of his hips as Sasha turned and bent his knees, coming nearly to the floor and then straightening back up again. This time as he danced back towards the bed, Sasha toed off his boots without having to stop his movements to the music.
I'm a thourough-bred
That's what she said
In the back of my truck bed
As I was gettin' buzzed on suds
Out on some back country road.
We where flying high
Fine as whine, having ourselves a big and rich time
And I was going, just about as far as she'd let me go.
But her evaluation
Of my cowboy reputation
Had me begging for salvation
All night long
So I took her out giggin frogs
Introduced her to my old bird dog
And sang her every Willie Nelson song I could think of
Sasha jumped back up onto the bed. He bent over and placed the hat on Dean's head and then turned to face away from Dean, giving him an up close and personal view of Sasha's fine tight little ass. Dean licked his lips. Sasha twisted around to look over his shoulder and down at Dean.
"Think you could give me a hand?" Sasha pushed one leg back towards Dean suggestively.
"Oh. Do they have to come off?" Dean whined a little. He knew it came out that way and was pretty much already past the point where he cared. Dean pushed the cowboy hat to the back of his head, looking up at Sasha, doing his best to channel his inner puppy.
"They kind of prevent anything else from coming off..."
Dean sighed but still enjoyed the feeling of unzipping the chap leg. Sasha shifted and presented the other leg, which Dean obliging released from its leather encasing. Sasha moved the buckle of the chaps above the waistband of his jeans turning to face Dean again. Swaying his hips, Sasha bent his knees and let himself sink towards the bed and then slowly rose back up again. Dean slid his hands up the outside of Sasha's thighs, enjoying the feel of Sasha's hips moving underneath his hands.
And we made love
And I saddle up my horse
And I ride into the city
I make a lot of noise
Cause the girls
They are so pretty
Riding up and down Broadway
On my old stud Leroy
And the girls say
Save a horse, ride a cowboy.
Everybody says
Save a horse, Ride a cowboy
Dean slid his hands from Sasha's hips to the front of his jeans, gently caressing the bulge he felt there and moving to undo the button and slowly undo the zipper. Slipping his hands into the waistband and letting his fingers tease back along Sasha's skin to his hips, Dean worked the incubus' jeans and boxers down releasing his erection.
"Hey there Leroy – I think you're kinda happy to see me," Dean said smirking.
Dean caressed the shaft and let his thumb ghost over the slit. Sasha moaned and shivered but moved his hips back removing the temptation from Dean. Dean let his hands wander back down the incubus' legs to hold the jeans so Sasha could step out of them. As soon as he was free, Dean dropped the jeans to the side of the bed.
Once again, Sasha turned and looked over his shoulder at Dean.
"Want to do me back up?"
"There's no question I want to do you," Dean fairly growled.
He leaned forward and carefully fitting the zipper together at the top of one leg, Dean carefully put his finger under the head and traced it down Sasha's leg so as not to pinch the incubus' skin in the zipper. Dean repeated the process with the other leg. Dean reached up to caress both of Sasha's bare cheeks.
Sasha turned once more to face Dean, continuing to sway his hips to the music, he reached up with both hands and ran them through his crimson mane.
What? What?
Save A Horse Ride A Cowboy
Everybody says
Save a Horse Ride a cowboy.
There was a pause as the music looped back to the beginning.
Sasha grinned down at Dean. "Having fun yet?"
"Oh, HELL yeah!"
"Was that a yee haw?" Sasha giggled.
Dean grabbed the back of his knees forcing Sasha to essentially collapse on him.
"I think that I suddenly have way too many clothes on," Dean growled even as he pulled the incubus to him and kissed him hungrily. Sasha answered his passion and sank his tongue as far into Dean's mouth as he could. Both their tongues and moans intertwined. Even as he kissed Dean, gently moving their lips together, Sasha reached down and undid the button on Dean's jeans, sliding the zipper down and releasing Dean's answering erection.
Sasha broke the kiss, sliding his hands down and under Dean's t-shirt pushing it up his torso and off over his head as he muttered, "So not enough skin."
Dean let the t-shirt fall to the floor beside the bed to join Sasha's jeans. He ghosted his hands back to Sasha's torso and was rewarded with a shiver of pleasure from the incubus. Sasha swiftly swept Dean's jeans and boxers down and off adding them to the pile of clothes on the floor. Dean was still propped up against the headboard and pulled Sasha's hips closer to him by grabbing the waist of the chaps so that he could trail his tongue and ghost kisses across the incubus' chest and up to his collarbone, licking and nipping. Sasha purred in pure pleasure. It also meant that Dean could trail his hands down to play with the fringe on the chaps.
With Sasha essentially sitting in his lap, Dean was able to run both hands up the incubus' back and fist them in his hair, pulling him back into a deep and passionate kiss. Sasha brought one hand up to stroke Dean's cheek and let the other hand fall to caress Dean's cock.
Sasha broke the kiss and moved to lick and suck on Dean's collarbone. Gently easing himself lower, Sasha teased at Dean's nipples on the way by. Dean shivered and stroked one hand through Sasha's hair, letting the other trail on his back as the incubus worked his way down Dean's body.
Dean couldn't help the involuntary buck as Sasha's tongue circled the head of his cock and teased over the end. Sasha used one hand to softly stroke the shaft, moving downward to cup and massage Dean's balls as he took his entire length into his mouth. Dean moaned and pushed his hips at Sasha. While he was still licking and teasing Dean's cock, Sasha gently inserted first one, then two, and finally three fingers to prepare him.
"So are you ready to save that horse yet?" Sasha's half lidded blue eyes mirrored the invitation of his words.
"Yee haw," Dean laughed and pulled the incubus up into a kiss, just barely letting their tongues touch before pulling back slightly half sitting up, letting both hands trail down the incubus' body. One hand traced the pelvic tattoo and ghosted under the waist band of the chaps. Dean's eyes remained fixed on Sasha's face. He knew what Sasha wanted and he wanted to give it to him. He'd enjoyed it the last time, but it was still new territory. So he drew the strength he needed from the brilliant blue eyes staring into his, from the desire to see them light up in happiness and contentment.
Dean gently pushed Sasha down onto the bed and moved to straddle him. Sasha raised an eyebrow but his grin widened.
"I love it when you get all take charge on me," he purred.
"Well, cowboy, who's doing the riding here, anyway?" Dean's grin answered the incubus'.
Sasha sensed Dean's conflict: he gently opened the circuit to Dean. Dean was getting better at recognizing it and sighed and moaned as soon as he felt it, knowing that he'd be able to enjoy this and make it that much better for Sasha too.
Dean lowered himself slowly onto Sasha's cock. Sasha's moan answered Dean's, but he managed to stay still, allowing Dean the time to take him in slowly. Dean gasped and arched his back as he took Sasha's cock deeply into himself, then began a slow and rhythmic motion one hand resting forward on Sasha's chest and the other trailing behind and playing with the fringe on the chaps.
The rhythm picked up as the song looped back to the beginning yet again. Dean reached up to the cowboy hat and lassoing it over his head, whooped and threw it into the corner. Sasha's laughter joined with Dean's.
"Ride 'em cowboy!" Sasha purred.
Dean bent over the incubus, slowing his thrusts to almost nothing. Pressing his lips against Sasha's soft ones and gently flicking his tongue into Sasha's mouth, Dean closed his eyes and gave himself up to the sensation of feeling Sasha's response of pleasure echoing with his own.
It was Sasha's insistent thrust that broke the moment and elicited both a gasp and a moan from deep within Dean. Even with the circuit wrapping them together in its tender cocoon, it didn't take long for both of them to reach a climax, satisfyingly almost at the same time.
Dean collapsed in a satisfied and exhausted heap beside Sasha, nuzzling the incubus' neck gently. Sasha purred contentedly. Dean's hands absently toyed with the fringe on the chaps.
"Can we keep these?" Dean asked hopefully.
"Think you can find some room in the trunk for them?"
"So not a problem." Dean was quiet for a moment and then started to chuckle.
"What?"
"I think I really like the rodeo," Dean smirked and Sasha laughed outright.
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Two days later they were packing up after successfully salting and burning the ghost of a bull rider. Sam was first to put his duffle in the trunk.
"What's this?" he asked spying a new black leather addition to the trunk and pulling out the chaps.
As soon as the chaps uncurled to reveal themselves, there was a dawning look of horror on Sam's face.
"DUM-DE-DE-DUM, DE-DE-DUM-DE-DE-DUM, DE-DAA-DAAAAA," Sasha sang, grinning from ear to ear.
When Sam's face turned beet red, Dean completely lost it and doubled over laughing.
"Oh God," Sam moaned, "Do you have to keep your sex toys in the trunk? Could you at least store them with the weapons?"
Dean and Sasha only laughed harder, and when Sam really thought about what he had just said, he couldn't help but join in too.
A/N3: So? There are things about this chapter that I like and things I'm not so fussed on, but as always, I'd love to hear what you think.