I'm still kind of wishy washy about this entire story, It was supposed to clear my block but I'm having trouble setting the scene with this. At first I wanted it Chris and Sam since they're so similar but I'm starting to think that similarity might be boring so I'm sort of changing It to Chris and Dean for sure. Another thing that messed me up was time placement, I wanted it to be at the beginning and everything but it's starting at 1 and skipping ahead to 3.
Six months later
"Well this is a fine mess we've gotten ourselves into," Chris said monotonously as he swung precariously upside down from the cave ceiling. A muck demon was currently attached to his legs and sucking out his magic like a leech.
His brother was in a similar situation as the muck had trapped them both and would suck their magic dry, obviously it would take longer with Wyatt but Chris hoped the demon would speed things up so he wouldn't have to listen to his whining, "How the hell is it my fault this thing trapped us, all I wanted to do was find that mercury demon." He frowned though from Chris's viewpoint it looked as if his eyebrows were raised in surprised.
"I told you it was a dumb idea to go on a date with that chick but no 'Her eyes were calling to you,'" Chris rolled his eyes, classic Wyatt always chasing after some new 'Soul mate,'
"How was I supposed to know she'd steal my lucky athame...and some of my blood...which she'd then used to steal the book from us." The older witch's voice grew quieter with each word. Chris took that to mean that Wyatt was genuinely guilt.
And of course being a brother Chris capitalized on that.
Chris closed his eyes in exhaustion,his magic dangerously low, "Didn't we swear off screwing demons after the last time something like this happened, which may I remind you was your fault In the first place?"
Wyatt rolled his eyes, "Oh like a demon you were screwing never tried to steal the book of shadows on your watch!"
"That's because I don't screw demons," Chris deadpanned, "I usually stick to magical creatures," He gave a sly smirk, "Like Satyrs,"
"Or Oracles,"
Chris smacked his teeth in annoyance, "I told you I never touched him,"
"He saw that you were going to!"
Chris stayed silent at that one, he really didn't touch Wyatt's oracle...until after they broke up of course.
"Tell me again why I'm trying to save you,"
They heard a feminine voice from behind them and wanted to turn around except they happened to be stuck in place although the nasally sound of her voice was familiar enough, "Melinda!" Both boys cried out in happiness, "Hurry let's say the spell so we can get out of here and go home." Chris pleaded, the brunette girl stepped in front of them, every time Chris saw her she appeared the spitting image of their mother with just a few slight features of their father.
Melinda crossed her arms, "First I want this stupid argument to be over and done with so please tell Wyatt that you did, in fact, sleep with the oracle."
Wyatt gasped, "I knew it!" He yelled at Chris
"It was after you broke up so it doesn't count!" Chris said hastily, scandalized by that secret finally being told.
"Oh it so totally counts!"
Melinda rolled her eyes, "Bad decision Melinda," she rubbed her head staving off the oncoming headache, maybe she'd be better off passing this Charmed gig to her cousins.
"Drawing on the power of three, destroy this evil entity!" All three of them said together, the two boys could feel the much disappear and their magic returning, Chris then looked down as he realized that the ground was getting closer and closer until...
Chris jolted awake as a hand shot down on his desk, "Mr. Halliwell, Can you enlighten the class on the disorder that a person goes through when extreme levels of stress are present as events change around them?" His psychology professor asked him, Chris snorted inwardly at the professor's attempt to catch him off guard
"Adjustment disorder," Chis answered perfectly while rubbing the sleep from his eyes, if there was one thing he made of to master it was the art of sleeping in class.
His professor didn't seem that surprised, he knew Chris's night job didn't really allow the kid the sleep he needed but it was his job to keep him on his toes, "That is correct, now I want everyone to partner up for the group project,"
Chris felt an arm on his shoulder as he was headed out the door, "Hey dude, we should partner up for the project," Chris smiled at Johnny, one of the frat guys he had slept with a few weeks ago, who really wanted to go on a date with him but had the appeal of a documentary on the life cycle of a shrimp "Maybe we could meet up over a cup of coffee and discuss it?" The blond gave him a wink
"Um-," Chris wanted to let him down gently but luckily he was saved from looking like an asshole by his best friend
"Chris!"
Chris gave a sigh of relief at seeing Sam, his eternal savior, "Sorry Johnny, Sam asked to be my partner the other day because he already knew about it. Thanks anyway though," Chris quickly walked towards Sam and hugged the way taller boy with a sigh, "Thanks for the save there man, it's a good thing he's kind of dumb or else he would've probably figured out you're not even in our class."
Sam pried Chris off of him and looked down at the shorter boy, "No problem, but I wouldn't have to rescue you if you just made better choices with your guys." Sam suggested with a flick to Chris's forehead
The witch replied by jabbing the taller boy in the ribs, albeit lightly, "Well I tried but you turned me down sweet cheeks," His smirk grew when he saw the tiniest bit of blush on Sam's cheeks. The man was really uptight sometimes but it was a joy teasing him
"I don't think Jess would be ecstatic about me leaving her for you."
"What? Jess loves me, besides who said she couldn't come?" Chris was glad that Sam could tell when he was joking for not many people could which made some really awkward moments.
After the spell took him to Stanford University he rightly started to freak out as he deduced that it would take more than the power of one to send him home, so he decided to explore a little and see if this universe had what it took to send him back.
This universe was so vastly different than his own while still being similar in detail, for one thing he noticed that the existence of the magical community was virtually nonexistent. He couldn't find a fairy, valkyrie, or an elf anywhere for example, he was able to find a unicorn, but it moved to another dimension a few moments later before he had a chance to follow it to where the real magic was.
Chris had come up with an idea of orbing 'Up There,' he knew that's where the Elder's were in his universe but he had never been there so he didn't want to guess the location in this universe. After freaking out for the first few weeks he decided that it would be best to just wait until his family came up with an idea on how to get him back. No potion he knew of could cross dimensions, and he would need the power of three as well as a spell.
He did however come up with a spell to create a new identity in this world, one with test scores and academics high enough to grant him a full ride to Stanford.
Now at least if it takes a few years to get back then he'll at least have a clinical psychology degree.
Even though he seemed carefree now he was constantly nagged with the feeling of impending doom, he could still sense his brother and sister alive but he could only speculate what Zankou was doing now. Wyatt would need help taking him down, Chris loved his brother but he wasn't the best when it came to demon hunting alone. He needed his little brother to get him out of sticky situations he'd inevitably find himself in.
"Where is Jess anyway?" Chris asked curiously, hoping to get the thoughts of death and destruction out his mind, especially the thought of losing his brother.
They turned down a corridor to the boys dormitory, "She's leaving her last class, then getting ready for tonight."
Chris nodded, now that he thought about it he should be getting ready as well.
Tonight was Sam's twenty second birthday and Jess was planning a party for it as well as celebrating that he'd be entering law school soon.
"Are you still going to try and make it?" Sam asked slyly, Chris worked nights and the odds of him getting off before then were slim as he was the most loved at his work.
Chris shrugged, he knew Sam really wanted him to come so he'd try, "I'll see if I can get off earlier and catch the tail end, if not I'll just give you your present in the morning." He said opening the door to their shared dorm
Sam took off his shirt and reached to grab something more comfortable, "I swear to God Chris if it's another sex toy-,"
Chris put his hands up in surrender, "In my defense I know for a fact the two of you used it,"
Major blush on Sam's point, "That's not the point, just make sure it's an actual present this time," He pointed a finger fake menacingly at his best friend
Chris put a hand over his heart, "I make absolutely no promises," In truth he was pretty sure Sam would enjoy his present.
The bass pumped hard enough to shake the ground. The lights moved around the club fast enough to leave anyone anonymous within the darkness and mist. Bodies slick with sweat and smelling of alcohol writhed against one another as the savagery in their souls was brought out by the music.
Chris had learned long ago not to get caught up in the trance of the bodies, the atmosphere wanting him to lose control, or else he could make a mistake mixing drinks for his guests.
Even though he was actually only nineteen the identity he had made in this world placed him around twenty one. That allowed him to get this job as a bartender at a popular club such as this and getting a higher than decent wage in tips.
Chris didn't like to brag but his looks and personality got him pretty large tips.
Thankfully his shift was ending in a few hours and it was only seven. Sam celebration party had already started he knew so he had hoped to finish off at about ten and have on of the cage dancers fill in for him for the rest of the night. He was just about to take his break when he saw one last customer at the bar who looked to had just arrived. Chris cursed rather loudly, not like anyone could hear him over the music, rule was that every customer who sits at the bar had to be served at least once before be could take his break.
He noticed the guy looked like he'd rather not be there, as if he were out of place in the rather loud club were the bass practically shook the walls, the customer kept his head down as he waited for Chris, "What's your poison?" The witch asked with a friendly smile
The man flashed him a smirk, Chris finally seeing the mysterious guest. The witch had to admit that he was rather handsome, chiseled chin, perfect teeth, beautiful eyes, a wet dream in a leather jacket, "Jack, straight," he said gruffly
Chris chuckled while he pulled the bottle from underneath, "I really hope that's only for the drink or else a lot of guys are going to be sad tonight." Yes he was interested, but the man seemed to be straight, though it was his motto to shoot at every horse.
He gave a low chuckle as Chris poured his first drink, "I'm guessing you'd be one of them," Chris then got out more small glasses and poured multiple shots, in response the mystery man raised an eyebrow.
The witch wiped his bar casually, "You don't look the type to be satisfied with just one,"
The man took one then held it up to him, "You'd be right about that...in more ways than one," He looked directly at Chris as he downed his shot
"What's your name?" Maybe Chris had found a winner, it's not like the man had ever said no and it was clear that Chris was interested.
Althought it was curious when he detected the slightest tense of the man's shoulder's when he asked that question. If he hadn't been trained to detect small things about people then he surely would have missed it.
"Herbie Melville," He said with complete confidence that anyone else would have thought he was telling the truth.
Chris laughed lout, so lpud he was sure his other patrons heard him over the loud music.
'Herbie' frowned at him
Chris sobered up and put his head on his chin, "My mom used to tell me she knew what I would look like as an adult. When I asked her how she said all mothers knew that which is why they pick a name that fits. So no offense if I have a hard time believing your mom named you Herbie."
The dirty blond mystery man eyed Chris for a moment, as if he were checking for something, "Jesse,"
Chris turned that over in his head, "Jesse's close but not quite on the mark,"
"Jimmy Page,"
"You don't look old enough to be Led Zepplin's guitarist."
This time both eyebrows were raised in appreciation, "Dean," He enunciated before taking another of the offered shots
Chris could see that and it was more than likely correct as he was sure he woudn't be lied to for the fourth time, "Dean..." He rolled around, "It fits that's for sure, Dean..." He practically purred the name for the man and was delighted to find he quirked an eyebrow.
He failed to note that he hadn't received a last name.
Chris felt a poke at his shoulder and turned to see his co worker coming to relieve him so he could take his break. He turned back around to see that Dean was still at the bar, the man passed him one of his shots, "Why not have a drink, on me?"
Chris was starting to like Dean more and more, he took the offered shot and downed it in one go. Strangely though the alcohol didn't burn his throat enough as it should have, as if it was watered down which he knew for a fact he didn't do.
He passed off the feeling, when he put the shot down he saw that Dean was smiling at him, it was more like a rather large smirk but to Chris it was beautiful all the same, "Looks like you just became the luckiest guy in the world." He patted the seat next to him rather anxiously.
Chris raised an eyebrow in question but took the offered seat nonetheless.
They had talked for what seemed like hours but was in fact only half of one. Chris learned things about Dean such as he was only passing through California for some business. His business didn't allow him to stay in one place for too long so he couldn't really establish a relationship. Which Chris didn't want to in the first place, whether tomorrow or 20 years from now he was finding some way to return home and getting into a relationship would only complicate things.
Dean learned that Chris was close to graduating with a psychology degree and wanted to go into the business of social work like his aunt Paige. He planned on staying in California since family lived all the way on the other side of the country and going back home was too expensive. It was a rather basic lie on Chris's part since that was a normal college issue, being too far away from home to afford returning.
All that plus some heavily sexual innuendos made up their night.
"You ever been to Texas?" Dean asked
"No I haven't why?"
"Well they have this stupid quote, you know, 'Everything's bigger in Texas,' and I think applies better to Kansas."
"Oh really, how so?"
"Well that's where I was born firstly."
Then things changed, finally to where Chris was trying to lead the entire night to go. Not that he didn't enjoy chatting with Dean but he'd rather use his mouth for other things tonight.
"My dad was also a fan of the old style of rock music," Being almost a hundred years old helped, "He showed that to me and my brother when were little so I chose AC/DC as my favorite from the classics."
Dean was swooning, he hadn't planned on taking anyone home tonight, just swung by for a quick drink and a peak at Sam but this kid was the full package. Witty, dowright gorgeous, amazing ass, and he had the best taste in music?
Dean would be crazy for not trying to sleep with him even if he was a guy, "What do you say about us catching a place tonight?" He had only experimented with guys when he couldn't find an available betty in town. Those really never went beyond a blowjob but he knew were tonight would lead.
Chris looked down at his phone seeing a text message from Jess.
The Party's almost over, tried saving you some cake :P
That's when he felt the guilt from almost ditching Sam, Chris wanted to, so desperately wanted to, no guy has ever been able to keep his attention quite like Dean has but Sam came first, "I'm going to have to decline," He felt a pang at the confusion on Dean's face, "You're great, truly Dean, and I want you to drive me up the wall, break the headboard and the dresser but it's my friend Sam's birthday today and I said I'd be there."
Dean tensed up at the mention of Sam's name, Chris took note of that for later. The taller male responded by leaning over, catching Chris's ear lobe between his teeth, and placing his hand on the small of his back, "If you skip it we can have our own party, baby," His voice was low and more gruff than before
Chris closed his eyes as that wet appendage circled his ear. This is exactly what he needed, what he craved, "Sorry Dean," He pulled away with a wink and grin just to make sure there were no hard feelings, he grabbed a napkin and a pen he kept in pocket and wrote his number down, "Call me whenever you're in town," he kissed the man on the cheek before walking away to the backroom to clock back in after his break.
When he came out of the back room he saw that Dean was gone. Just a very small part had hoped that the man would still be there.
He wasn't the type to wait by the phone for three days expecting a call, so if the man had been hurt by Chris turning him down for the night to make sure Sam got his present tonight.
The rest of his shift was spent reminiscent of those few moments and getting yelled at for checking his phone too often.
At most it was texts from Jess and Sam but nothing from Dean.
Once his shift was over he grabbed his jacket and headed out the door, his ears thanking him for leaving such loud noise. He lacked a car in this dimension but decided on orbing when an Impala (Model 67' no doubt, one of his dad's favorites) pulled up to the sidewalk beside him.
The window was let down and Chris smiled playfully when he saw Dean's smug face, "Need a ride?"
He wondered if he had been waiting for him this whole time, "What if I had a car?"
Dean shrugged, "If you did a bigger backseat would be amazing,"
Dean unlocked the doors so Chris could get inside, "If you get in my car I'm going to take that you probably don't want to go to that party."
The tanned boy laughed as he got into the passenger seat once the car was unlocked, "Someone's got a big ego, where you just going to leave me to walk?"
Dean shook his head and started his baby, "Too easy, and of course not, I'm not an asshole I just would've taken more turns than necessary,"
Chris never gave directions to Stanford, it's not like Dean didn't already know the way.
Chris never spoke on the fact that Dean drove past every possible turn at Stanford, Dean never turned at the next one because Chris never said anything at the last.
Neither said anything as Dean parked in the motel parking lot. Both got out, Dean placing a hand on Chris's back as he led the boy to his already paid for motel room. Dean unlocked the door and turned on the lights while Chris closed the door back.
The frenzy began as Dean pinned chris to the door and smashed their lips together drawing a moan from Chris. He could taste the Jack on Dean's tongue that was currently exploring every inch of his mouth. He reciprocated the action causing their tongues to mingle with one another as Dean brought his hands under Chris's shirt to finally touch what he had been waiting for all night.
Dean's hands felt like fire on Chris's stomach, those skilled fingers traced every single contour of his muscles before moving upwards to his nipples. They separated very briefly to take off Chris's shirt and when Dean let go of Chris's hands they found their place in his hair, pulling and massaging his scalp.
Dean made sure that Chris felt him everywhere, a hand on his torso, one on his back side, and he attacked Chris's neck so hard he'd be confused for a vampire.
Chris groaned in pleasure at Dean's obvious skill, he moved his hand downwards towards his pants and felt the sizable evidence of Dean's excitement, "This is definitely going to cause some damage," he smirked
"Do you think you can handle it?" Dean joked, Chris's response was to unzip the older man's pants and expose his dick to the open air. Dean so very nearly groaned when his partner stroked the underside, "Let's move this to the bed," Instead of parting he grabbed Chris by his thighs and hoisted him upwards.
Chris wrapped his arms around Dean so he wouldn't fall and laughed when he was placed on the bed roughly. The man was over him now kissing a trail down his stomach, taking care to lick and suck on each nipple before moving down to his navel.
Which just so happened to be his most sensitive area.
"F-fuck, Dean,"
Dean smirked, "That's why we're here,"
"Well I can't do that if you keep your clothes on," Chris pointed out and Dean noticed that while he was in the process of taking off Chris's pants that he was still clothed apart from his dick being out. Even his leather jacket was still on
Chris leaned up and brought their lips together again as he took off Dean's jacket and shirt. The both of them kicked off their shoes and Dean took off their socks. The witch's hands roamed over Dean's chest feeling each muscle contraction and his heart beat. Loud and strong which perfectly suited him in Chris's opinion. His hands found their way to his lover's cock as Dean pulled his pants down with a yank. He then slowly but surely pulled down the brunet's briefs exposing Chris's cock.
Dean drunk in the sight of a naked, sweaty, panting Chris bathed in moonlight.
"Beautiful," He thought out loud by accident
Chris chuckled, "Well you're not so bad yourself," the boy took that opportunity to turn the tables and became the one on top. He could still see Dean's cock poking out of the fly, never once growing flaccid, it's girth and length were rare in Chris's life but it was his mission to be able to handle it, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he couldn't. He moved downwards and unbuckled Dean's pants, he heard the man's intake of air at what he knew was coming.
Though Chris couldn't deny his inner trickster, he loved to play around and instead of giving Dean what he wanted he gave a tentative lick of the head causing Dean to finally voice his pleasure. Though it seemed that Dean still enjoyed it so Chris dragged his tongue on the underside of Dean's cock, from the bottom to the top. He saw it jump when he reached the head and smiled before kissing it.
"Freaking tease, man," Dean liked to think that, when it came to sex, he was a pro, he was the tease, the reason they always cried in pleasure and now he'd be damned if those tables have turned.
"Well I don't want you finishing too early tonight," Chris said slyly, his own voice getting deeper as he gave it a peck
Dean scoffed not daring to look down for he sure the sight of Chris at his cock would be too much, "Trust me you don't have to worry about that." This would be the only area in his life he'd be glad to finish last
"If you say so," Chris dove down engulfing as much of Dean's organ as he could fit.
Dean's eyes almost bugged out of his head at the sudden feeling of warmth and the noises Chris made, "Holy-," he cut himself off by placing a hand over his mouth, refusing to moan
Chris knew that it would take a lot more than deepthroating to make Dean moan. A hand fell to Dean's also sizable sack and massaged them making the cock in his mouth grow harder. Chris created a steady pace as he went down to the snug hairs and sucked on his venture back up. He kept this steady pace of sucking and deepthroating as well as taking care of Dean's balls all while keeping his vision locked on Dean's facial expression.
Dean was trying not to buck in Chris's mouth but it was so very difficult. His cock wanted to feel more of that wonderful warm wetness and experience more of Chris's tongue. His brain was going into sensory overload but he knew that Chris was testing him.
Chris grabbed Dean's hand and placed it on the back of his head letting him know it was alright. Dean looked at him before pushing up, slowly, as Chris went down. Together they established this rhythm until Dean pulled Chris off of him.
"What's the matter?" He asked in confusion
Dean held him by the chin and gave him a chaste kiss, "There's only one place I want to be shooting tonight,"
They changed positions once more and Dean retrieved lube from the nightstand. They looked at each other a moment, "So how do we-?" Chris confused at Dean's confused look
Chris snatched the lube from Dean's hands with a playful look, almost laughing out loud if not for the mood, "Make sure to take notes for similar experiences in the future." He poured a decent amount on his fingers and rubbed it around, enjoying the fact it was heated. He reached down and stuck one finger inside himself, his mouth parting slightly, before he stuck in another.
It was mostly for show but Chris inwardly smirked when it got the response he desired.
A bug eyed Dean with a dancing member.
Dean took off his pants, the both of them now fully nude, and he basked in the sight of Chris. The boy had his eyes closed, his mouth parted slightly and every so often he licked his lips, as he fingered himself in preparation for Dean to be inside him.
Dean felt he could burst just at the sight of it all.
When he felt Chris was finished he removed the fingers and gently pushed the boy down on the pillows. He lubed up his dick before slowly entering Chris inch by inch. He watched in amazement as with every inch Chris's mouth would open up little by little and his grip on Dean's arms would tighten.
In Dean's honest opinion this was better than any woman he had ever been with for sure. The warmth of Chris's hole, the tightness, he could feel spasming around his cock.
Once he was fully sheathed he halted, though he really wanted to pound Chris into the bed, he wanted his boy to feel comfortable, "Are you alright?"
Chris was panting for sure but the pleasure of being stretched far outweighed the pain, "Why'd you stop?" He asked
"I thought you might-,"
"Dean, I'm not some fragile girl," He looked up at Dean who saw the fire in his eyes, " ."
Dean could only happily acquiesce, he started slow pace to give them both time to adjust, his built steadily rose until he was pounding into Chris. He grabbed the boys legs and placed them on his shoulders before grabbing his hips.
Chris let out a sudden gasp and his back lifted up off the bed. Dean smirked as he had found the spot he had heard about numerous times.
Chris was in heaven as that feeling of being completely filled and empty was constant as Dean would pull all the way out before slamming back inside. He put a hand in his mouth to keep from making too loud a noise but Dean had slapped it away.
"The more sounds you make the harder I'll go," Chris felt a hand on his cock and saw that Dean was taking care of his problem as well.
"D-Dean I can't last long," Chris stammered he could feel that blunt head ramming that special spot inside him that had him seeing cupids.
"Ditto," Dean replied eloquently, he leaned down and shoved his tongue in Chris's mouth, the added stimulation bringing Chris to an orgasm that rock his entire body. His wail of pleasure was drowned out in Dean's mouth.
Chris's hole tightened around his cock and he could feel that wonderful feeling he couldn't get enough of. He rammed his cock to the hilt before filling Chris to the brim with his seed.
Dean moaned loud enough to wake the neighbors. Chris smirked in between pants of his accomplished mission.
Dean pulled out, the evidence of their endeavors wanting to follow, and landed beside Chris on the bed. Both men were panting, their chests rising and falling rapidly.
Dean suddenly gave a shout of excitement, Chris looked over to see he was peering at the clock on the nightstand, "A whole hour and a half, man I am good." He sat back on the pillow with his hands behind his head filled with so much pride Chris couldn't help but break out in stomach splitting laughter.
"You are so full of it,"
Dean moved on top of Chris and kissed him, "I'd shut up if I were you unless you want to be full of it again,"
Chris hummed while grabbing Dean's steadily rejuvenating cock, "I'm still talking."
Dean licked his lips
He was starting to like Chris by the minute.
Chris was stirred awake by the sudden brightness that assaulted his eyelids, he grimaced at the sun shining through the motel curtains. First thing he noticed when his eyes opened was he was in bed with someone extremely attractive, next thing he noticed was that they were both naked and their legs were tangled together.
He smirked as memories of last night came back. He turned around to look at the other occupant making sure not to cause him to wake up too soon. Dean truly was handsome man but he was downright adorable while he was sleeping. His face seemed at peace, relaxed but he drooled ever so slightly, whetherthat was a constant thing or because of their activities last night...well Chris hoped he'd get another chance to figure that out.
It had been a long time since he stayed the night with anyone usually they were a magical creature of some sorts so he could just orb out, but Dean insisted he spend the night since he didn't want Chris walking at these crazy hours of the night and he had drunk too much and was way too tired to drive.
He got off the bed and headed towards the bathroom since he was sticky in a lot of places. His body felt sore in all the right places and wonderful as soon as he stepped in the shower. He let the warm water cascade over his body relieving him of this soreness he felt.
The bath soaps washed away the dirt, grime, and sweat of last night wonderfully, 'After sex shower, literally the best feeling in the world.'
He was in the middle of washing his hair when he felt another presence enter the shower.
"No use wasting water, so we should obviously share," Dean entered the shower right behind Chris, the witch laughed as he could see the tool he had made friends with last night was already half way ready to go, "No sex,"
"Please Chris, get your mind out of the gutter," He grabbed the soap and started on the boys back, running his hands lower and lower loving how good he looked wet and lathered. He noticed that Chris had many bruises mostly made by him but he also took note that there was small scars on his back, in those few moments he had forgotten his own strength and grabbed a bruise he had made too hard.
"Are you hurt?"
"Sore but other than that I'm fine," he was glad Dean wasn't the type to say I'm sorry for everything, especially when there was nothing to be sorry for.
Dean also saw what brought him to so many climaxes in one night and couldn't resist slapping it.
"Oi what did I say?" Chris said annoyed but it lacked any bite.
Dean brought them together, Chris's backside to his front, "What can I say, it's a temptation."
Chris slapped his arm hard enough to hurt, "Then fight it," he turned around and kissed Dean while he lathered up Dean's hair. He could only guess how much his head might hurt from how hard Chris had pulled on it numerous times throughout the night.
Dean remembered that Chris had someplace to be last night and where it was, then a wave of guilt washed over him because if it was his Sam then he had just made his best friend miss his birthday, "Will your friend be angry that you didn't show up?" Knowing his Sammy he likely wouldn't as he didn't really care much for his birthday anyway but he still felt bad
Chris remembered as well but shook his head, Sam had told them numerous times to not throw the party but it was mostly Jess's idea, '"I doubt it, even if he is the slightest angry I'll doubt he'll be able to stay angry once he sees what I got for him."
Dean was about to ask him what it was when his personal cell phone rang from his pants in the room. He sighed and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel he headed into the room to answer what was more than likely his father.
Chris finished up and grabbed a spare to dry himself off. He saw Dean look at his phone confused and worried so he coughed to grab the older male's attention, "Problem?"
Dean tried to plaster on a smiling face but Chris saw right through it, "Nothing, don't worry about it,"
"Dean, you can tell me, I know that look and it usually involves family." He had given that look so many times due to demon issue so he practically knew it by heart
Dean replaced his smile with dejection, "I want to stay, really, morning sex is the best sex but my dad needs me, client of ours popped up."
Chris nodded, understanding that Dean's work was important to him even though he didn't much care for it, "Give me a ride back to Campus?"
Dean nodded then that dejection was swiftly replaced by the same shit eating grin as last night, "Only if you give me one,"
Chris smirked as he walked out the motel door, "Maybe," He tossed over his shoulder, Dean hastily put his pants on in response. They dressed and actually headed out towards Stanford this time. Dean dropped him off away from the dorms because the last thing he needed was Sam seeing the Impala and knowing he was in town.
Chris sat in the car a good minute before opening the door. An arm shot out and grabbed his causing him to chuckle.
"Last night was mind blowing," Dean admitted, he was still reeling from it, this wasn'this first time with a guy, though it was his first time going all the way with one, he had to admit out of all his experiences Chris beat all.
Chris nodded mirthfully "I agree, which is why there should be more. You still have my number right?"
Dean pulled out the napkin Chris had given him last night.
Chris was able to step out of the car now and walked over to Dean's side, "Look, Dean, I know that you're not one for monogamy, and as much as I'd like to be your one and only I'm in no place for one either."
"So..."
"So I should be getting a call whenever you're in town," he leaned in and gave Dean a peck on the cheek, "Please try to make sure you're in town."
The hunter smirked then gave him a wink, "I'll make sure to swing by as much as possible," He started up his car, "Bye Chris," Then drove away down the road
"Goodbye Dean," Chris waved before heading to his dorm probably to a way too forgiving roomate with a pissed off girlfriend.
Being kicked out of your own universe was starting to get a lot better.
