Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Angel. That's Erik Kripke or Joss Whedon.
Fandoms: Angel/Supernatural
Prompt word: Pretending
Pairing: Dean/Connor
Not Pretending
Connor knew that his Father and father's friends wondered where he disappeared to every month- he would leave roughly around the same time of the month but would leave randomly throughout the day. Angel and the others had tried to figure out what was going on but Connor was too careful to let them follow him to his destination.
The destination was a run down motel which always had a Chevy Impala parked outside on days where Connor showed up. Connor would always know where to go- following his nose to the scent of gunpowder, leather, and a slight hint of blood which seemed to hang around his lover due to his lifestyle- Connor had the same scent of blood. Underneath that though was a smell that was strictly Dean Winchester.
Connor knocked twice on the door- short and quick- before the door opened and Dean reached out and pulled Connor inside the dingy motel room. Lips fastened over Connor's and Connor gave a moan as strong arms wrapped around his thinner form. He was slightly shorter than Dean but his body was less bulky and deceptively fragile looking.
Dean's strong hands wrapped around Connor's hips, his thumbs stroking over the hip bone in a tantalising manner, Connor gave a gasp and drove one hand into Dean's short hair and tugged quick and hard, pulling Dean's swollen lips from his own.
"Tease," Connor hissed, his blue eyes sparking up at his lover.
"Not teasing if I follow through," Dean whispered back with a wide smirk. He grabbed Connor once again in a kiss and moved them towards the bed, they fell onto the questionable sheets with a bounce and Dean quickly moved to unbutton Connor's jeans and shove his hand inside to the rapidly hardening cock.
"Gonna jerk you off- your tense," Dean growled in Connor's ear and all Connor could do was grip onto Dean as the sure hand moved rapidly over the hardened flesh.
With a gasp Connor threw his head back and Dean leaned forward and pressed his lips to Connor's, swallowing the scream which would have erupted along with his seed. Dean pulled back with a grin and down at the flushed Connor and brought his now sticky hand to his face and licked away the evidence of Connor's pleasure.
Dean moved and pulled down Connor's now wet jeans and stopped when he saw the bandage which covered Connor calf. He threw the jeans on the floor and rested his hand on Connor's knee and looked at Connor, a question in his green eyes.
"Demon clawed me," Connor answered matter-of-factly. While Dean now knew about his own hunting habits he didn't know about Connor's unusual existence or his abilities. He had yet to see Connor hurt- he the marks he did see looked weeks old.
"You okay though?" Dean asked his voice odd. Connor looked at him through narrowed eyes.
"Don't pretend you care," Connor whispered. He had often wondered whether Dean came back because he was a good fuck or whether the other had actually had some feelings for him. Connor didn't think it was the latter- he was too messed up for anyone to care about him properly. Angel only cared out of obligation of being a parent, his father's friends only cared because Angel did, the Reilly family only cared because of the memories placed in their heads, and Holtz only cared about revenge.
"I'm not pretending," Dean replied and brushed a gentle hand over Connor's bandaged leg before moving up the bed and lying next to Connor propped up to lean over him.
Dean moved his fingertips down Connor's cheek tenderly and stared deeply at Connor. He leaned down and brushed his lips over Connor's and moved to entwine his hand with Connor's before bringing it to rest of Connor's chest.
"I don't come back just because you're good in bed," Dean murmured against Connor's lips, "I'm not pretending."
Dean leaned down and pressed his lips fully to Connor's and for a moment Connor felt a tear slip from his closed eyes as Dean held him close and caressed Connor's lips with his own.
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