A/N: Hi guys, so to make up for the scatty updates this is gonna be a pretty smutty chapter. Like almost (okay, is) MA smut between Sam and Crowley. However if hardcore gay smut isn't your cup of tea either skip towards the end cause there's an important thing happening, or don't read the fic. I mean seriously why read a smut fic if you don't like slash? Anyway I digress. Reviews pleassssse! :D
Despite Cas relieving Sam of his addiction, it was only a few days before the hunter contacted Crowley again.
*I nd 2 c u*
*Seriously Moose can you not text in English yet? When and where?*
*motel 6, glenley ne. am 5 mins away*
*I'll be there in 10 minutes, be naked.*
"I'll be back in a few hours Dean, I'm gonna go do some research. Call Cas over or something so you don't get bored and yes I'll bring pie." Sam hurried from the motel room before Dean could reply and walked the 10 blocks to the motel he had arranged to meet Crowley at. The bored looking clerk hid a smirk as the hunter booked a room only a few hours, but didn't ask questions just as she'd been trained. Once inside the dingy room he text Crowley the room number and stripped as quickly as possible, the anticipation of being inside his lover making him hard quickly. He lay on the bed and began stroking himself slowly, squeezing the head and base of his cock to stop himself coming so soon. A small drop of precome oozed from the tip of his cock and Sam, unable to resist the salty taste of himself, swept it up and sucked it from his finger. The bitter taste had the hunter groaning deep in his throat and his toes turned as he roughly pumped his cock faster. He gripped the sheets, and as he began thrusting his hips in time with his hand he realised he was past the point of no return. His moans got louder and his left hand left the sheets to run up and down his stomach and chest the same way Crowley would when the demon rode him. The gentle touch was a sensory overload and Sam came with a bark, covering his chest and stomach with his sticky release.
"Why did you start without me?" Crowley's voice was low and as Sam looked up gasping he could hear the shorter man's need for him. The demon stood before him naked, the body usually hidden in fine cut suits slowly getting more toned as his meetings with Sam increased. Sam motioned for his lover to come closer and Crowley crossed the room with grace to rival a dancers. Straddling the hunter he dipped his head to lazily lap at the streaks of semen across Sam's hot skin. In practiced movements they adjusted their positions, and knowing the demon would be ready for him Sam slid his still hard member all the way into Crowley. While when they started Sam would begin thrusting without caring if he hurt the smaller man, he waited for them both to adjust to the tight fit.
They began to move together, Sam thrusting up as Crowley rotated his hips. Their eyes met and part of Sam knew this was no longer just about sex, but he shooed that idea away. This could only ever be about the sex but his body did not want to comply. He flipped them over, pulling out of Crowley but before the demon could protest the taller man did something he had never done: he dragged his tongue along the underside of Crowley's hard cock. He had intended to go slow but as soon as his tongue touched the hot skin Sam lost control.
He lapped and sucked the purple head, groaning at the salty flavour of the precome dripping into his mouth. His tongue trailed up and down the hard length, and as his lover's hips arched he let his tongue drift lower, flicking over the puckered hole. Crowley struggled to stay in control, his eyes turning red as his fingers entwined in his lover's hair, but all too soon he felt a tightening deep in his stomach. The demon began to pull away, not wanting to freak the hunter out but Sam looked up at that moment. Red eyes met hazel and Sam nodded once, before opening his mouth to allow Crowley to thrust faster and deeper. The demon panted faster and faster before calling Sam's name as he began to come, the hot liquid filling Sam's mouth. The hunter swallowed quickly, getting a familiar buzz in his veins and quickly mounted Crowley. Their movements were no longer slow and instead Sam pounded in and out of Crowley with long deep strokes. Both men knew this was more for the hunter and the smaller man lifted his hips to meet the thrusts. That was all Sam needed and his rhythm became disjointed, before freezing to spill his load deep inside Crowley. They collapsed together, lips meeting as they held each other.
Their peace was shattered quickly however, as the sound of wings flapping filled the room. Sam bolted from the bed to find Cas standing at the door, his expression dark with fury.
"This is an abomination, Sam. It needs to end." Sam opened his mouth to reply but Crowley beat him to it.
"It's none of your business angel. We're both consenting adults, unless you mean the whole gay thing. Which I doubt considering how 'well' you know Dean." Crowley clicked his fingers and both he and Sam were dressed again. The demon walked to the angel and stared at him. "No Cas," he whispered, low enough that the hunter couldn't hear, "I won't hurt him." Cas walked over to the younger Winchester and tapped him on the forehead once more.
"This needs to end because it's destroying Sam from within. He quickly becomes addicted to the demonic aspect of this relationship and it fuels him as blood does. I worry for you which is why I say this to both of you: either this ends or I tell Dean. He sent me to follow you because he's worried about you, and now I must lie to him. I hate lying but i don't want him to know about this unless absolutely necessarty. This ends today." Cas leveled one last glare at Crowley before disappearing and the two men sat on the bed.
"I don't want this to end Crowley, but I can't let this get back to Dean." Sam whispered, his voice rough with emotion.
"I know, let's give it some time, just until Castiel calms down. I'll see you soon." Crowley leant over and kissed the hunter deeply, before leaving Sam alone with his thoughts.