Chapter 34 - And another plunge into the gutter! Okay, so it won't be hermaphrodite smut this time, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. It's about time Sam saw a little action, don't you think?
Dean's favorite show was Chuck? Really? Sam glanced back and forth between his big brother and the television screen before it hit him. Frank looked an awful lot like the actor who played Chuck. Well, Frank probably had a good fifty pounds on the actor, but the resemblances were staggering. One of these days he was going to ask about that.
"What about her?" Frank pointed out the blond on the show.
"Awesomely hot," Dean replied.
"What are you two doing?" Sam asked.
Dean grinned past Frank at him. "I'm teaching Frankie how to be bi."
Steve walked through the front door about then. "Lost cause," he said flippantly as he tossed his keys on the table by the entryway. "I tried teaching him how to be straight back in middle school. Never took."
Dean chuckled as Frank shrugged. "Can I help it if I live in a town full of good looking guys?"
Steve rolled his eyes as he headed for his bedroom. "What's for dinner? I'm starved."
Dinner. Dinner! "Oh, crap!" Sam muttered as he shot to his feet. "I almost forgot!"
"What, Sam?" Dean peered up at him. "What's wrong?"
"I, uh, made dinner plans," he explained hurriedly. "I better go."
"Sam?" Dean's voice had the reminder tone. "Don't forget."
Now what did he forget? Sam waited for his brother to elaborate.
"Pipes?" The look on Dean's face begged him to remember.
Sam felt some heat in his cheeks. "Yeah, no problem," he said hurriedly. "But I better go now. Later, guys!"
Sam grabbed the keys to the Impala in his rush to leave, forgetting to ask Dean about it.
"Better get a room!" Dean shouted after him. "Don't you dare do anything in my car!"
Sam paused at the front door to shoot Dean a nasty look before leaving. Well, at least he had permission to use the car. It was implied. Sam pulled out his cell as he raced for the garage. By the time he was backing down the driveway past Steve's car, he could hear the ringing of the other phone.
"I'm not off shift yet," Serene said by way of greeting. "Can you call back in half an hour?"
"Nope," Sam replied with a silly grin spreading over his face. "I need to know what you'd like to eat tonight."
"Tonight? But why... You're here?!" She sounded excited. How awesome was that?
"Yep, I'm here," Sam confirmed, "and you promised me a date. Just the two of us, alone, with food. So, what do you want to eat? I need to order it."
"Well, uh," Serene stammered. "I don't know. I mean, I didn't know you were back. I'm not going to have time to get ready."
Sam headed for the street where nearly every sit-down restaurant was in this town, locally called Restaurant Row.
"If you don't pick, I'll have to pick for you," he threatened, knowing how she hated giving up control.
"Can't we just decide when you pick me up?" Serene asked. "After I change, I'll have a better idea."
"Nope," Sam stated flatly, enjoying messing with her mind immensely. "You don't need to change, no one is going to see you. Just us, remember?"
"Uh, well..." Serene sounded pretty flustered. Sam took pride in that. How many people could get her flustered? He would be willing to bet he could count them up on one hand, and have fingers left over. "You won't mind that I'll be dressed for work?"
Actually, if things went down the way Sam hoped, she wouldn't stay dressed at all. "Nope. Not at all. So? Decide yet?" He needed to make a turn soon.
"Uh, spaghetti?" She said hesitantly.
"Okay," Sam replied agreeably as he made the turn into her favorite restaurant. "I'll see you in half an hour?"
"Yeah, great." Serene hung up.
Well, she was probably busy with customers. No problem. She never got upset when she called him and Sam had to either put her on hold or call her back because he was in the middle of 'something.' Fair was fair. They both had jobs to do.
It only took a few minutes to place their to-go order, which would be ready in about fifteen minutes. That gave him just enough time for part two of his plan. Sam drove a few more streets over to the nicer of the two motels in town. He rented a room for the night, paying cash of course, and using an alias. Serene would kill him if word got around town that Sam Winchester got a room for the night. Fortunately he had never met the guy working in the motel office, so they were still incognito. Dean's car might give him away later, but people might think Dean and Frank were trying to get kicked out again. Yeah, he'd better park it way in back.
From the trunk, Sam took out a large brown paper bag. He carried it to the room he had rented. Fortunately, like most motel rooms across the country, it had a table designed to accommodate at least two people. From his bag, Sam pulled out a red and white checked tablecloth. He spread it over the table. Next he set out two candles, unlit. Some silk flowers in a silver-ish bowl was his centerpiece. He hoped Serene didn't think it was too cheesy. If he had to admit where he got the idea, he was probably toast. Well, the most romantic movie he had ever sat all the way through was Lady and the Tramp. Was that a crime?
He checked his watch again. Five minutes until the food was ready and ten for Serene. He could pick up the food on the way and set it out after they arrived. That would give him a little over five minutes to put part one of Dean's advice in play. Shit. Could he really 'clean the pipes' in only five minutes or so?
Ah, hell. It was worth a shot. Sam rummaged in his bag, feeling like a total moron. If Dean was messing with him, the instant that baby was born Sam would strangle his brother. He found the flavored lube. He paused with it in his hand. It was Jess' favorite flavor. Sam had grabbed it automatically in the store. Shit. The last thing he wanted to think about tonight was Jess. Instantly he was no longer in the mood.
Sam tried to shake the morose thoughts from his head. This was a new start, a new beginning. Serene was nothing like her. They were apples and oranges, comparisons were impossible. Sam filled his thoughts with images of Serene, the haughty way she carried herself, how she didn't take any grief from anyone, how protective she was of her friends and her town. He smiled when he remembered the way she ran off that bitch who tried to embarrass Dean at the bar on his anniversary. Sam dropped the lube in a waste basket on his way to the bathroom. He could definitely manage without. As he stood over the toilet and unzipped his pants, releasing his hard cock, more images of Serene flooded his mind. As his hand started pumping, he thought of her voice, how sweet and sexy it could be on the phone. He loved the way her hair escaped in thin wisps when she pulled her hair back. He wondered how good she would feel under him, or more likely, on top of him. Sam gasped as the orgasm tore through him with that thought. He opened his eyes to pump his release into the toilet.
Shit. As Sam reached for the toilet paper, he checked his watch. That took all of two minutes. Shaking his head, he was glad for Dean's advice. It had been a long time. If he'd only lasted maybe two minutes, it would have been downright embarrassing. Now he'd last at least five. Snorting with laughter over his own joke, Sam flushed the toilet and zipped his pants back up. He washed his hands before heading back out the door.
With their food safely in the back seat, Sam leaned against the car waiting in the diner parking lot for Serene. She looked harried as she rushed towards him. "Are you sure I don't have time to change?" she demanded.
Sam smiled broadly at her. "Nope." He liked having the upper hand for a change. Usually she was the one barking orders. She stood uncertainly before him, like she could not make up her mind whether or not she wanted to hug him. Sam made the decision for her, leaning over to wrap his arms around her and pressing her chest against his. He stood up straight, lifting her with him. Grinning at her surprised expression, Sam held her tight and walked her over to the passenger side of the car. "Consider yourself abducted for the evening," he said.
Serene rolled her eyes at him as he set her gently back on her feet. "Think you're pretty cute, don't you?"
Sam's grin broadened. "Well, this chick Peaches keeps telling me I am."
Serene barked out a laugh as she slipped into the passenger seat. After Sam got in on the driver's side and started the car, Serene joined in his game. "So should I be worried? About Peaches?"
"Yep," he replied playfully, "she's a real sweetie." He winked at her. "Good looking, too."
Serene slid across the seat to sit right next to him. "So where are we going?" she asked. "Because I can't think of any place where I won't stand out in this stupid outfit." She waved a hand over her waitress uniform.
Sam chuckled at her. "What's wrong with it? I think it's kind of sexy."
"Yeah, well, you're a pervert," Serene snapped at him. "Who the hell would find this sexy?"
Sam grinned again. "Maybe it's not the outfit I'm worried about." He pulled in at the motel. "Come on, we're here."
Serene stepped out of the car with a suspicious look on her face. "Here? We're eating at the motel?"
"It's the nice one!" Sam said defensively as he grabbed their food from the back seat. He walked around to where she was glaring at the boring white building. Pressing a hand against her cheek, he whispered, "Hey, trust me?"
She closed her eyes as she leaned into his palm. Well, hell, if that wasn't just about the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. When she opened her eyes, Serene held his hand and allowed him to led her to the room.
"Well, now I know why you weren't worried about what I wore," she said as he opened the door. "But why were you in such an all-fired hurry?"
Sam pushed the door open to reveal the table he had set up. As he set out their food and lit the candles, he explained. "Well, for one thing, I haven't seen you in almost a week. For another, I didn't want you getting a better offer."
He turned around from lighting the candles to nearly fall over her, Serene was standing so close. "I don't think I could," she stated. "But I would have felt better wearing something at least a little more appealing than this."
Sam shrugged as he put away his lighter. "You can eat naked. Doesn't bother me."
Her laughter filled the room. What a sweet sound. "Asshole," she said as she slid into the opposite chair. She rested her chin on her hands. "So? Are we eating here or what?"
"One thing first," he told her. "Give me your cell." With a frown, she handed it over. Sam turned it off before setting it on top of the dresser. Then he took out his cell and powered it down too. It went right next to hers. "Every time we go out, we run into someone you know and spend half the night talking to them. Tonight is just us." Her beaming smile made all of his efforts worth it.
It was one of the most pleasant meals Sam had had in a very long time. They talked about everything and nothing at all. Before he knew it, two hours had gone by.
"Is that the time?" Serene demanded as she looked at her watch. "I should go home and get to bed. I have to work tomorrow."
"What shift?" Sam asked, hoping it was not the early one.
"Lunch." She planted her elbow on the table and rested her chin in her palm. God, that was sexy. "Why?"
Sam smiled at her again. "You don't need to go to bed early to work the lunch shift. Why not stay here for a while?"
Serene glanced around the room. "I don't know, Sam. I mean, this has been really great. I'm really enjoying myself, but..." she swallowed hard as her eyes darted down to the table. Her other hand traced the checked pattern.
"But what?" Sam asked gently. He took the hand fingering the tablecloth in his. "What's wrong?"
Her cheeks reddened and she did not look up. "It's been a while," she whispered.
The last piece of the puzzle snapped into place. Now he understood why she was always insisting on going to public places, rarely allowing them time alone even for a walk in the park.
"Almost a year for me," Sam informed her as he stroked her hand. "But it's fine, Serene. Honest. If you don't want to do anything, that's perfectly fine." Her head lifted a little, revealing just how beet-red her face was. He tried to give her a reassuring smile.
"Can we just hug, maybe? Or make-out?" Now she laughed at him.
"Because I could really go for a steamy make-out session," he added with a broader grin.
Serene rolled her eyes at him. "You make us sound like a couple of teenagers."
"So?" he demanded. "What's wrong with that?" Sam stood and hauled her to her feet. He led her over to the bed where she stood stiffly, her hand fidgeting. Sam sat and pulled her down to sit next to him. He leaned in and she did not pull away. He captured her lips in a gentle kiss, not wanting to frighten her. Soon she was kissing him back, her lips and hands demanding more. Sam was happy to oblige.
Just when she was starting to get carried away, much to Sam's delight, Serene pulled away. "I-I can't. It's been too long," she panted. Her eyes filled with tears. "You'll hate me."
"No, no," he whispered, running passionate kisses along her jaw, "never. It's okay. It's okay." She didn't pull away. After a few moments, Serene tilted her head so he could continue kissing down her neck. Sam paused as a new idea struck him. Maybe he was approaching this wrong. He needed to use more of Dean's 'screaming his name' advice.
"What's wrong?" she asked and he didn't like the fearful note in her voice.
"Nothing," he assured her quickly. "I just had an idea." Sam moved off the bed to kneel in front of her on the floor. He ran a hand along her neck down inside her shirt, stopping just short of her breasts. "Can I please you?" he asked softly. "All you'll have to do is lie there." Sam grinned at her. "And maybe moan a little when you like something."
The skin between her eyebrows crinkled as she studied him. "Really?" Her breath hitched as she stared at him. "You'd do that?"
For an answer, Sam followed the path his hand just went with his mouth. This time, instead of stopping, he mouthed down into her bra. His hands swiftly reached around to unzip her uniform in the back, pulling it off as he brought them back around. Her bra was plain off-white and slightly discolored from excessive use. Serene worked for a living. He pulled one of the straps off her shoulder to reveal her perky, fleshy mound. Sam sucked along it gently until her nipple was in his mouth. Then he sucked harder, his actions accompanied by soft moans from Serene.
"Oh..." she breathed as he ran his tongue around her sensitive aureole. "Oh, baby."
Sam froze. Images of Jess flashed painfully through his mind, stealing his breath, until the final one of her burning on the ceiling had tears streaking down his face.
"Sam!" Serene's hands caressed his cheeks gently and fluttering kisses landed along his jaw. "Sam?"
He took a deep breath, attempting to regain some control. "I'm sorry," he whispered, surprised to find that he needed to force his eyes to look at her. "I'm so sorry."
"What is it?" she demanded. "What happened?" She wiped the tears from his cheeks. He had never really cried for Jess, not really. Now the tears flowed like Niagra Falls. It was beyond embarrassing.
Serene pulled him to sit next to her. He could speak yet, it all felt too raw. She wrapped her arms around him and gently coaxed him down to the bed. He was still crying against her bare chest, his body pressed tight to hers. All he could do was mumble "sorry...so sorry." Serene held him tight and stroked his hair until he calmed.
When his breathing returned to an even, regular rate, Sam wondered how the hell he could explain. "Sam?" Serene asked in a very soft voice. "Feeling better?"
He tightened his arms around her as he nodded.
Serene held him tighter. "Can you tell me what happened? I mean, I've heard of guys crying during sex, but I don't think that's what they meant."
He chuckled against her chest, one warm breast under his chin as her heart beat steadily under his ear. "I'm sorry. I never thought... I thought I was over her."
Serene wriggled down until he had to look her in the face. "Over who?" she asked. A thin smile appeared. "I'd like to know."
Sam sighed as he brushed a sexy wisp of hair out of her face. "Jess. She used to call me baby. I guess when you said it..." He swallowed past the huge lump in his throat. "I guess I'm not as over her as I thought." He rolled up on one elbow to look down at her. "I'm sorry. I really wanted this to be a special evening. For us."
Serene gave him a small but sincere smile. "I'd like to hear about my competition. Tell me about her. Where is she?"
"Dead," he whispered as one finger traced along Serene's cheek. "She was soft and sweet and loved to study and party." He smiled at her. "But I'll bet she never would have had the guts to run someone out of town." Sam planted a lingering kiss near her ear. "Or refuse to sell my dad her world famous pie." He made his way down her face toward the jaw. "Definitely didn't have your sense of humor." He headed down her neck, kissing and suckling the skin along the way. Finally he was back at the point where he had been interrupted. He moved to the other breast this time, determined to make them both forget his horrible, embarrassing lapse.
"Oooohhh..." Serene moaned under him, her fingers winding in his hair. "Oooohhh, b-ssssssssaaaaaammm..." He grinned with a mouthful of her breast, pausing to rub the sensitive nipple with his tongue. Her head dropped back, eyes closed, and she moaned with pleasure. "Sssssaaammmm-mmmmmmyyy."
Sam paused, but only for a moment. At least his horrible childhood nickname didn't bring back memories of his dead girlfriend. Serene deserved a lot more than this for putting up with his emotional crap. Sam released her breast to work quickly down to her waist. He pulled the uniform down and off her legs. Underneath she only wore pantyhose. With a grin at her, Sam pulled them off so Serene was completely naked on the bed.
He crawled back up to her face to capture her mouth in a lingering, passionate kiss. "So," Serene said when they broke apart, "you love my sense of humor?"
Sam shook his head. "Nope. I love pretty much everything about you."
He ignored the way her eyes widened and the shocked look on her face. "And now I'm going to try to make you forget your own name." He grinned wickedly at her before making his way back down her body with suckling kisses and stroking fingers.
Finally he reached his goal. First he stroked his fingers through her curly black pubic hair. Her hips rose to meet his hand and Sam grinned. This was going pretty well. Now if Dean was serious, Serene was in for a really good time. Sam used his thumbs to press apart the outer, hairy walls, revealing soft wet pinkness. Still holding her open to his greedy gaze, Sam used one finger to slip into her wetness and rub it all around her clit. Serene moaned and spread her legs open wider.
"Don't...have...to," she panted at him.
For an answer, Sam laid down between her legs and placed his mouth directly over the highly sensitive nub. He took it into this mouth, sucking gentler than he had her breasts. Using his tongue, he swept around it several times until he again heard "Saaaaaammmmmy." Satisfied that they were finally on the right track, Sam imagined what a good blow job felt like. He sucked hard and then soft on her clit trying to simulate an intense head-bob. It seemed to be working, if her moans were to be believed, not to mention the legs now wrapped around his neck.
While his mouth was still working her clit, Sam slipped two fingers deep inside her wet heat. Jesus, her juices were dripping out on to the comforter. She had to be close. He finger-fucked her harder as he swirled his tongue again. Serene gasped and lifted her hips to meet his hand. A little faster and harder and her whole body writhed on the bed, hips thrusting against his mouth and hand. With a primal cry, her muscles pulsed around his fingers and fresh juices dribbled down to his wrist. Sam lifted his mouth from her to gaze at her face. She was looking at him and breathing hard, those sexy wisps of hair plastered to her forehead and cheeks with sweat.
"Be right back," he whispered. Sam rushed to the bathroom to rinse out his mouth and wash her juices from his chin.
When he came back, Serene had a pissy look on her face. "What was that all about?" she demanded. He enjoyed the fact she sounded breathless.
"Just wanted to rinse out my mouth," he explained as he pressed his lips against hers. "So I can do this." As his kissed her, and explored her mouth with his tongue, he felt her hands tugging at his shirt. Sam stopped to pull the shirt off over his head, tossing it off to the side. Serene smiled at him and pulled him back down to her.
Hands strong from carrying trays filled with food and wiping down tables reached into his pants. Sam gasped when she grabbed his hard cock. "Want something?" he whispered.
Serene grinned and gripped harder.
Sam smiled back. "So you're not afraid of me anymore?"
She shrugged as she tugged at the clasp of his jeans. "Well, I already made you cry. Guess I can't do any worse, huh?" Her lips were hot against his neck. "But I can make it up to you."
Oh, Sam liked the sound of that. "Hang on." He started to roll away, but Serene rolled with him. She sat on his stomach and glared down at him. "And where do you think you're going, Sam Winchester?"
"No where," he protested. "I have some condoms in that bag." Sam waved at his paper sack on the other side of the bed.
"Forget it," she growled as she shifted further down. "You're clean, right? You said it's been about a year."
Sam nodded, brow creasing.
"More like four or five years for me," Serene told him. Jesus! No wonder she was so nervous! "And I'm on the pill." She leaned down to work her tongue slowly along his jaw. "I don't like the feel of rubber. I can get that at home."
Sam chuckled at her. "You know, if you ever want to bring it along, we could probably find some use for it."
Serene shifted down on his legs. She yanked open his jeans and managed to push them partially over his hips, enough to allow his cock to spring free. Her hot hand ran down his length before she shifted back over him, running her wet heat over his cock. Sam groaned as he grasped her hips.
"Why are you on the pill?" he asked, trying to concentrate on anything which would prevent him from spilling right now. "You said it's been five years."
Those cute pink highlights appeared in Serene's cheeks again. "I got a new prescription after I found out you moved in with Frank and Dean."
Sam beamed up at her. "No kidding?" The pink deepened to the sexiest shade of light red. Sam shifted underneath her, hands guiding her hips firmly. He grunted as he felt his dick slip inside. God, she was freaking tight! He tried some deeper thrusts, but he couldn't quite get all the way in. Serene gave him a strange look.
"Something's wrong, isn't it?" she demanded. "What is it?"
He took one of her hands and wound it around the base of his penis. With his other hand he encouraged her to lift off and then go down on him again. Her jaw dropped open and her head dipped down between them to look. She went up and down on him again.
"Good god," she breathed when she lifted her head. "That's like two more inches!" Serene took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes. "Okay, honey," she said as a determined look came over her face, "hang on."
Sam had no idea what she meant by that, but he tightened his grip on her hips. Serene lifted up and plunged down, hard. She gasped but Sam did not feel he was any deeper. When she did it again, Serene straightened her whole body so her full weight came down on Sam. They both gasped as he pressed hard inside her. Sam felt her body open and stretch around him as the delicious heat and warmth completely enveloped him. Sam tightened his fingers on her hips, not wanting her to move yet. The slightest movement and they would have to take a break for a while. He was breathing heavy when she leaned over to kiss him again. Sam lost himself in the passionate kiss, not noticing right away when Serene started pumping up and down on him.
He thrust up into her and ran his hands over her back and tight ass. She started slow, each time he was fully inside her causing this amazing gasping sound to come from her. When she became more used to the feeling, Serene pumped harder on him. She alternated between sitting up while she thrust down and leaning over to dominate his mouth. God, this was better than anything Sam had imagined.
When her thrusts and breaths became erratic and Sam felt her pulsing around him, Sam turned them over, which was a chore considering his legs were still hobbled together by his jeans around his thighs. He was nearly there. He thrust into Serene's tight, wet, pulsing heat and nearly lost his mind. Responding only to purely primal urges, Sam plunged into her again and again until the sensations and feelings were overwhelming. Her nails scratched down his back, sending him over the edge. He pumped his release into her.
He pulled his limp cock out of her and stretched out next to her on the bed. Sam finished peeling his pants off before scooting closer, wanting to feel her beside him. He pulled her closer so her head rested on his shoulder and her panting breath was hot and moist on his sweaty skin. It took a few minutes for them to catch their breath.
Light fingertips trailed over his sweaty chest. "Amazing," she whispered. "I had no idea."
Sam grinned at the top of her head. "Then your ex must have really sucked."
Serene chuckled against his chest. "Or didn't suck enough."
"Yeah?" Sam lifted her chin so he could kiss her again. "Liked that, did you?"
"Mmmm," she groaned into his mouth. "Please," Serene said they parted, "tell me we have the room for the night."
Sam laughed at her as he caressed her face. "They don't rent by the hour in towns like this." He breathed in the scents from her hair. "And checkout isn't until eleven."
She wrapped one leg over his. "Good," Serene said in a sleepy voice. "Night, Sammy."
Sam kissed the top of her head. "Night, sweetie."