There was a stack of books on the desk still to go through for the hunt Rufus was on and he didn't even go to bed last night. Although, there was a short, completely blank period of time in the dark hours of the morning so maybe he did get a little shut eye.
Bobby had just decided that his current book was useless for the information he was after and was about to grab the next one when his sort of boyfriend (they fucked sometimes and had drinks together and helped each other with problems and cuddled on the couch on rainy days…alright, fuck it, they were partners) popped into existence in front of his desk. Bobby looked up briefly before he grabbed the next book on the pile and promptly began reading.
"Hello love, fancy a drink?" Crowley, 'King of Hell,' asked in his thick British accent as he conjured up his own glass of scotch, he knew his partner was always up for a drink.
Bobby picked up his mug and shook it slightly to indicate that he already had one then turned the page of the book he was looking at.
Crowley frowned, "Robert, did you go to bed last night?" he noticed how dishevelled Bobby looked and he appeared grumpier than was his usual demeanour.
"What does it look like to you?" Bobby threw back the last of whatever poison was in his mug and pushed it toward Crowley, "Fill 'er up then. Not like there was anyone to go to bed with anyway and Rufus needs this information," he discarded that book too.
"You know just because I'm a demon doesn't mean manners are lost on me. I was busy in hell. What are you working on?" brown liquor appeared in Bobby's mug. Crowley came around the desk to look in the next book that was being opened, "Ah, I have just the book," there was a snap of fingers and a giant, dusty, old book bound in leather and iron was sitting on the desk in front of them.
Bobby coughed as he waved the unsettled dust away from his face. He wiped the cover clean with the back of his hand, which he then wiped on his shirt, "Where the bloody hell did you have this stored?" he was already flicking through the pages.
Crowley smirked, he knew Robert would be fascinated by it, "It's from my personal collection, took me years to track down. I even had to take out a few nasties to get it too."
Bobby found the section he needed and picked up the phone, immediately he called Rufus to relay the information he was after. Rufus told Bobby he owed him one, to which Bobby replied that Rufus owed him ten.
The human sat back in his chair and sighed, he lifted his grungy cap to run a hand through his hair. Crowley stood close behind him, his hands found their way to Robert's shoulders and began to massage them. Bobby relaxed a little, "Tell me 'bout your night."
"Typical hell business really, funnily enough most of the torture seemed to be directed at me," he paused a moment then pulled the chair out from the desk with Bobby still in it.
"What are ya doin'?" Bobby questioned back on alert.
"Relax, Robert. We both need a little R and R," the demon got down on his knees in his elegant Armani suit and unzipped Bobby's jeans before pulling them down to his mid-thigh, easily manoeuvring the human.
Bobby had to admit that sex with Crowley never lacked excitement or a mind blowing ending.
The interested length in Bobby's underwear had barely made it into open air before one of the many phones rang.
"Don't answer it," Crowley told him with two teasing strokes.
"I have to," the human grumbled and picked it up, "This had better be life or death," he threatened before he even knew who was on the other end of the line. It had been a damn long night and he was about to get laid for the first time in a few weeks, so it had better be important.
"Uh, not quite," Dean's voice replied on the other end of the line, "everything okay, Bobby?"
"Long n-night," Bobby replied as Crowley licked up his length and took the tip in his mouth, "what can I do for you, Dean?"
There was no longer a mouth on Bobby's growing erection, "Oh is that Squirrel? Say hi for me," Crowley said smugly.
Bobby growled, "Shut it," and pushed his face back into his groin where Crowley immediately got back to work.
"Was that? What the hell is Crowley doing there?" Dean asked with a hint of disgust.
"He-" Bobby cleared his throat as Crowley sunk his mouth down to the base of his erection, "was lending me a, umm, book to help out Rufus."
Crowley pulled off, "You still haven't told them, have you darling?"
"I said shut it."
"Told us what Bobby? Don't tell me you sold your soul back to him again!" Dean exclaimed through the phone.
"I wasn't born yesterday Dean, I ain't that stupid," Bobby told him defensively, "he just means that we are uh, um, drinking buddies," he hoped Dean bought it, he didn't want to admit to another person that maybe he enjoyed Crowley's company a bit more than he should.
Crowley had to open his big mouth though, "Is that what the kids are calling it these days?" he punctuated the sentence by taking Robert back into his mouth.
The old hunter choked a little as he tried to cover the speaker with his hand but it was too late, "I will stick you in a devil's trap if you don't bloody stop."
"Kinky," was the demon's cheeky reply.
"I can't believe what I'm hearing…and I cannot believe I'm asking this; Bobby, are you fucking the King of Hell?" Dean sounded horrified, like a kid who just found out Santa isn't real.
"Look, you and Sam have your angels, well, I have Crowley and you're just-just going to have to find a way to deal with that," Bobby told Dean straight up, despite the fact he was trying to hold back a moan while Crowley did sinful things with his tongue.
Dean was quiet for a few moments and Bobby thought he had hung up until a small voice said, "Good for you, Bobby."
"Thanks son. Now, why are you callin'?" he coughed again to hide a gasp; Crowley was really going to town down there.
"Right, I'm going to send you some photos. What do you know about portals to other universes?" Dean asked as if they hadn't just been talking about something completely different.
"Well that's a new one, can't say I've encountered anything like that before. What do you know so far?" Bobby looked down at Crowley who had stopped his ministrations and was also listening, the human couldn't blame him; it was an interesting topic.
Dean took a breath and then recounted everything from the beginning, "We got wind of a potential werewolf case in Beacon Hills. Sam and Gabriel took the hospital, Cas and I took the scene. When we got there we found seven light sources that turned out to be portals to other universes and an odd group of people standing around talking about where they were from, etcetera. We approached them and they offered to help us with the werewolf as we now have a theory that it possibly came through one of the portals. There is also the potential that others have also come through that we don't know about. It's unclear how long they will be open and we need to get these people back before they close. I knew it was a long shot but I didn't know who else to ask."
"I can make some calls, but I think you've got a new discovery on your hands there. I'll check a few of my books too. Do you know what caused them to open? Surely these things don't just happen by themselves," Bobby responded, only half his mind actually processed what Dean had said, the other half was mesmerised by Crowley's red, saliva slicked lips, his cock twitched and Crowley licked his lips before pursuing Robert's length again. It was becoming a bit of a tease all this stopping and starting.
"No, no one there seemed to know either, I tell you Bobby, the whole thing is just crazy. If I wasn't living it, I wouldn't believe it," Dean carried on not noticing (or not wanting to notice) that Bobby was a bit distracted.
"Well, I'll do my best to find out what I can and I'll give you a call if I find anything o-o-out." He slapped the desk with his palm. Crowley looked up with a mouth full and winked at him.
"Thanks Bobby, are you-?" Dean started.
Bobby cut him off, "No worries, talk later," he hit 'end call' and threw the phone down, "Christ that's good!" he moaned.
Crowley eased off, "Portals to other universes, how interesting."
"Bedroom first, portals later," Bobby told him with a tone that articulated to the demon that he had had enough teasing.
A sly smile stretched across Crowley's face, "I have a better idea."