Title: What if I need you when I can't see you?
Author: Songstone
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Characters: Sam Winchester/Jimmy Novak. Mentions of Dean and Castiel.
Warnings: Rough sex, dirty talk, slightly AU-ish.
Word Count: 14,060
Summary: Jimmy Novak strikes a deal with Castiel. If he gets to take the wheel long enough to enjoy sex again, then he'll give Castiel permission to use his body to lie with Dean. However, it is Jimmy's choice in bed partners that surprises everyone.
Authors Note: Cut up into three parts because of the length. Written for fun, this started off as PWP based off of a role play my sister and I started. However, I quickly realized that this story had plans of it's own and wanted to make something of itself...it became a monster. A lovely, horny, very detailed, monster. Title taken from a verse in Meg & Dia's 'Nineteen Stars'.
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Supernatural' or any of its characters.
"Oh, God." Sam moaned. "Mm, you feel so good. It feels so amazing being inside of you. Fuck, Jimmy you're so tight." His hands were everywhere. He pinched at Jimmy's nipples, rolled the pebbled stubs between his fingers, dragging out moan after moan from Jimmy, who writhed beneath him. As Sam's hips quickened a bit more and he watched Jimmy arch away from the bed a little, clenching at the sheets in a desperate hold, Sam reached between them once again and wrapped his hand around Jimmy's dick. He was pleased to discover that Jimmy was hard again, hot and heavy in Sam's palm, and Sam began to jerk him off in time with the push and pull of his hips. Jimmy cried out, muffling the sound with a hand that he slapped over his lips; he bit down on his knuckles, eyes screwing shut, and moaned around the obstruction. Sam licked his lips at the sight. "Yeah, you like that, huh? Don't try to hide, Jimmy. You can't hide how much you like me fucking your ass. You like it so much that you're hard again. You've already come twice, but that's not enough, is it? You want more, right? Fuck yeah, baby. You want it all. Take it all."
"Nng…!" Jimmy tossed his head from side to side for a moment, and then his back was lifting away from the bed again. This time his hips followed, and it threw Sam off-rhythm.
"What-"
"Like this. Don't stop, just do it like this." Jimmy instructed. He eased himself off of Sam's cock, wincing as Sam left him completely, and then without waiting for Sam to question him, Jimmy rolled his body over and fell face-first down into the pillow. His ass stayed in the air though, his knees digging deep into the mattress, and he reached one hand down to spread himself wider for Sam to see. "Like this, Sam. Fuck me like this. Come on, get back inside of me. I can't take not having you inside for too long." Jimmy wiggled his ass to make his point and Sam took the invitation.
Pushing himself up into a kneeling position, Sam steadied his slightly swaying frame by resting one hand on the small of Jimmy's back and the other on the wall in front of them. He spread his knees to match Jimmy's, found purchase in his pose, and then aligned himself with Jimmy's entrance once more. He guided himself with one hand, removing it from the wall to do so, and slipped back inside of Jimmy's body with a considerably less amount of resistance than before. Jimmy gave a full body shudder and a moan. Sam gripped his hip tight as he started to pump in and out of him again, once more starting off slow. "Oh, yeah…" Sam groaned. His head rolled on his shoulders a bit when he let it fall back under the weight of hazy pleasure that coursed through his veins.
"Sam…" Jimmy weakly called for his attention. Sam squeezed his hip to let him know that he was listening. "Sam…don't go easy for my sake." He said. His voice was quivering slightly, and he wrapped his arms around the pillow beneath his head, hugging it against himself in a desperate choke hold. "Don't hold back. You can do so much more than this with me…" He rocked his hips back to meet Sam's forward thrust and both of them groaned as one at the sudden new angle and depth that Sam could reach. "It isn't going to hurt me, not really. I've been torn apart, burned, stabbed, shot, and put back together so many times that if you were to hurt me here, of all places, it wouldn't be up there on the list of Most Painful Experiences of my life." He turned his head just so, and over Jimmy's shoulder Sam could see the smile playing at his lips. "I'm not made of glass, and I won't break. I still have an Angel inside of me, and Cas isn't going to let me fall apart, least of all under your touch. So come on, Sam." Jimmy shut his eyes, eyebrows knitting together as he rolled his hips back again, meeting Sam dead-on, hard. "Nng-come on."
"Jimmy-fuck." Sam swore once more and then tightened his hold on Jimmy's hip. It would have been enough of a grasp to leave bruises in the shape of Sam's fingers, but with Castiel still inside of him, dormant or not, Jimmy's skin didn't retain any signs of damage. It was an exhilarating thought; Sam didn't want his mind to linger on it for too long, but he wasn't able to help it in the long run. Jimmy couldn't be hurt-not terribly, at least. Sam could let go completely. He could let loose and not worry about hurting Jimmy because, hey, this bed-partner had a freaking Angel vacuum packed into him and wouldn't crumble if Sam was a little rough in his handling. As much as Sam tried not to think of all kinds of sexual ways to take advantage of Jimmy's Angelic possession, the thoughts came pouring into his head, unbidden. He hissed and bit his lower lip as Jimmy pushed back against him, prompting him to move faster. Or harder. Sam couldn't be sure, so he did both. Jimmy yelped and then whimpered in appreciation, so Sam had obviously given something that he'd wanted.
Sam wasn't sure if he wanted to listen to Jimmy. He didn't want to be rough, he just wanted to make Jimmy feel good. But, he found himself wondering, what if Jimmy was the one that wanted it rough; what if that's the kind of thing that got him off? He did seem pretty needy with the way that he was impaling himself back onto Sam's cock again and again when Sam's pace began to falter. The heat that wasn't already pooled in Sam's groin went to his face instead, and his blush had him seeing stars for a second, the sudden head-rush taking him by storm. Jimmy wanted Sam to go all out; the knowledge made Sam's skin prickle with exuberance. He wanted to just release all of the pent up sexual frustration on Jimmy. He wanted to have his way with him, have Jimmy completely under his control and influence. The power was a turn on, as was the knowledge that Jimmy Novak-good, faithful, Angelic vessel, Jimmy Novak-wanted his ass pounded raw by Sam Winchester. Someone pure enough to house an Angel inside of them wanted Sam of all people. He was giving everything up to Sam, and he could take as much as he wanted without any kind of repercussions. The surge of passion and want was blinding.
Sam felt dizzy with lust, but he steeled himself and held tightly to Jimmy's shaking frame for support. One hand gripped tight at Jimmy's hip, the other shot forward rapidly and the fingers of his right hand tangled in Jimmy's soft, dark locks of hair. Sam tightened his grip for a moment and felt some roots pull free under his grasp. Jimmy cried out sharply in surprise, and then his head snapped back into Sam's pull and his chest rumbled as he hummed appreciatively. Sam lost it then and there.
As Jimmy pushed himself up onto all fours with shaking arms, Sam blanked his mind to anything else besides what felt good. He moved at his own angle and set his own pace. From somewhere below him, in a fuzzy kind of way, Sam heard Jimmy moaning and crying out his name occasionally, but he didn't give the sounds a second thought. Instead he let the hungry tones shoot heat into his veins and used the adrenaline to move even faster, or push even deeper. He held tight to Jimmy's hip and hair with both hands, upper body slouching forward somewhat to find firmer footing. His chest was pressed against Jimmy's back, and Sam could feel the sharp prod from Jimmy's shoulder blades every time he drove forward.
It was just as Sam had been expecting; Jimmy wasn't being hurt in the slightest. The hair that Sam felt being ripped from Jimmy's scalp never fell to the mattress. Sam wasn't sure what happened to it, but it wasn't really leaving Jimmy at all. Sam could have sworn that he felt his grasp on Jimmy's hair become thicker every once and a while, but he couldn't be sure if it was just his imagination or not. And the way that he was digging his fingers and nails into Jimmy's hip should have already drawn blood. Instead, there were red marks for all of three seconds before they faded away and Sam could replace them with vigor. It was breathtaking. Sam had never seen anything quite like it, and Sam Winchester had come across a lot of different things in his short life.
And the metaphorical icing on the cake was the fact that Jimmy seemed to be as lost in his passion as Sam was.
"Sam, oh God!" Jimmy practically sobbed. His entire vocabulary had degenerated into swears and Sam's name.
"You like it? Hell yeah, you like it. You keep trying to pull me back inside of you every time I move back. You want me in you. You just can't go on very long without a hard dick in your ass, can you? Uh-huh, that's what I thought. Damn, Jimmy. I would have never guessed that you had this side to you." Sam laughed and the sound was raw and frenzied. Leaning his head forward, Sam was able to bite down hard on the shell of Jimmy's ear. He swirled his tongue over the fading mark to soothe the ache, and then whispered right into Jimmy's ear canal; "If Heaven could see you now…"
"Oh, fuck!" Jimmy's arms were shaking with the effort of holding himself up-Sam noticed and decided to allow Jimmy some relief. He stopped pulling at his hair and instead shoved down at the back of Jimmy's head, sending him face-down into the pillow. The hand on his hip made sure that Jimmy's lower half stayed upright. The muffled groan into the pillow showed just how much Jimmy appreciated the relief, and the new angle. His ass wiggled a little and Sam swore.
"Damn, that feels good." Sam droned. He brought his free hand down and lined it up with Jimmy's ass before he let go a well-aimed, open-palmed slap. The red mark of his hand on Jimmy's right ass-cheek was visible for only a few seconds, but Sam drank up the sight for as long as he could. The slight ripple of skin over Jimmy's ass as Sam spanked him again made Sam's entire body prickle with gooseflesh. The little yelps and sobs that Jimmy made to accompany the sharp sound of skin-on-skin made the whole sight and experience even better.
Sam came not too long after he stopped spanking Jimmy, driving himself deep inside and tensing up. He shuddered all over, felt his eyes rolling back slightly, and then let go of a pleased, drawn-out sigh. All tension left his body in waves, pulsing out of him as the last flickers of his orgasm faded from his senses. It was the lightest that Sam had felt in a long while. He was willing to simply crumple under the sheer bliss and relaxation that suddenly gripped him, but stopped himself from doing so when he recalled that he needed to bring Jimmy over as well. He had neglected him long enough. Relinquishing his white-knuckled hold on the man's hip, Sam brought his hand up to his lips and started to lick over his palm and fingers. He dribbled some saliva into his cupped hand, and then reached around Jimmy's waist and fumbled for a second before he wrapped his fingers around the pulsing, leaking, dick that he found. Jimmy tensed, shoulders drawn up, and then moaned out a sob.
"You're so hot, Jimmy. You're amazing." Sam whispered, leaning down to speak close to Jimmy's ear. He moved his hips in a steady in-and-out motion to help move Jimmy's orgasm along. His lips played over sweaty skin and he swirled his tongue just behind the other man's earlobe. Sam took the time to lick away the gooseflesh that broke out over Jimmy's shoulders at the notion. Sam worked his hand faster than his hips, the slick feel his saliva making the sliding motion a lot smoother and heated for Jimmy, he was sure. "Come on, Jimmy, come on. Come for me, baby. Come for me. Yeah…"
"Nng…!" Jimmy tucked his head down to his chest, his back muscles rippling as he shook with the sheer force of his impending orgasm. He shoved himself back onto Sam, one arm swinging behind himself as he grasped at Sam's forearm to keep him still. Keeping Sam buried up to the hilt, fingers pressing into the skin of Sam's arm in a quivering death-grip, Jimmy came for the third and final time in the past hour, and he came hard. "Sam…" Jimmy hiccoughed when the worst (read: best) was over. His body shook as Sam continued to pump in and out of him, no longer fully erect but simply assuring that Jimmy properly rode out his orgasm.
Sam became concerned only when Jimmy suddenly went completely lax beneath him, realizing that he might have slipped away into the recesses of his mind. The sudden panic that rang in his ears almost made Sam dizzy, but he tried his best to be gentle about removing himself from Jimmy's body, whether it was still Jimmy underneath him or not.
"Jimmy? Are you…are you still you?" Sam inquired, covering one of Jimmy's shoulders with one massive hand (thankfully, his clean one).
"Mm." Came the stunted reply. Much too human to be Castiel.
"Oh." Sam let out a sigh. "Good." He grinned, then moved back slowly in order to strip the condom away from his steadily relaxing dick. He tied it off and tossed it into the waste basket besides the bed. He wiped his hand on the side of the bed next, cleaning it up from saliva and come-more saliva than anything, since it seemed that Jimmy had spent more than he could afford with the last two orgasms that had worked him. Sam placed a gentle hand on the small of Jimmy's back, beginning to rub small circles into the dampened skin. "Are you okay?" He called softly. Jimmy's sides were expanding with every deep gasp for air he made and he was shaking subtly under Sam's touch. It was like a pleasant buzz of honey bees inside of their hive, Sam thought, and he smiled, finding the thought to be amusing as well as endearing.
"Mm." Jimmy grunted again. He shifted a little, to turn his head the opposite way than it already was in order to face Sam, who slid down to lie besides him. "Perfect." Jimmy hummed. "It was just…perfect." He sighed, contentment written all over his face. Smiling, Jimmy slid his blue orbs shut to the world around him and moved his body just enough to be curled into Sam's side.
"Yeah." Sam agreed. He felt the burn of his muscles, then, his body letting him know that while it could handle chasing down werewolves and grappling with shape shifters, it was totally not used to the workout that was sex. His hips and thighs especially burned from the force he had been using in his thrusts, but it was a pleasant ache. His chest rumbled as he shifted to lie down on his back to allow Jimmy to rest his head against his bicep and curl against his side. "Yeah. It was perfect…"
As much as Sam was all for cuddling and dozing, he couldn't stop his thoughts from traveling down a much colder path that the warm one Jimmy seemed to be on. After all, Jimmy was very capable of peacefully falling asleep and never waking up again-for a while, at least. Castiel could easily swoop in now that his end of the deal is up and take full control over Jimmy again. Sam frowned at the thought, arm tightening around the smaller man. He wasn't one for one night stands, preferring to have a lasting relationship than anything else. But of course, he reminded himself, there was absolutely no way a relationship with Jimmy would work-hell, that wasn't even why Jimmy was there. He hardly ever emerged from within himself, and his body was Castiel's home away from home, being driven from coast to coast and beyond. There was also the fact that Castiel and Dean were becoming a lot closer now. That narrowed down the chances of Jimmy's reappearance later on down the line to next to nothing. It was a depressing thought, Sam decided. Not only would Jimmy be sleeping the time away, he would be missing out on life in general. Especially his daughter's. Jimmy made a point to call or visit Claire when he was awake, but it still wasn't nearly enough. She was growing up, and Jimmy was missing it all.
"Jimmy?"
"Hm?"
Sam bit his lip and took a moment before he ventured to ask; "Will you still be here in the morning?"
There was a pause, and suddenly Jimmy shifted against Sam and was looking up into his eyes with his own bright, blue, orbs. He looked confused. He looked sad.
"I don't know." Jimmy finally confessed.
Sam felt his stomach drop. After spending two weeks with Jimmy, he decided that it was going to feel weird to not have him around. He would be glad for Castiel's presence, as he always was, but he would feel exceptionally lonely without Jimmy. Jimmy had come to be a very constant, normal, voice within Sam's and Dean's odd lifestyle: he had been there after the hunts that the brothers had taken on, eager to help patch them up or to pour them drinks and order take-out. Jimmy had been there to talk about how ridiculous gas prices were nowadays, to attempt to call shotgun before hopping into the Impala and to fall asleep curled up in the backseat when Dean insisted the front seat was a strict Winchester-only zone. Sam had grown used to Jimmy's presence, his sense of humor, the way he looked at and watched Sam once and a while when he was sure that Sam wasn't looking back. Sam was definitely going to miss Jimmy when Castiel took the wheel again; just by thinking about it he was already missing the warmth that Jimmy's body provided as it curled neatly against him.
"Sam." Called Jimmy. "Don't look so stressed out." He forced himself to smile; the strain was obvious around his eyes. He placed a warm palm against Sam's cheek and thumbed under his left eye. "I'll still be around. Maybe not at the forefront, but I'll be all right. And if Cas ever needs to take off to Heaven again, I'll make sure he drops me off with you for a quick visit." When Sam failed to respond positively and only frowned a little bit more, Jimmy's own tense grin came crumbling down. He tried eliciting a response again, but with a different tactic this time. "Sam, I can't thank you enough for this. I've missed real human interaction. I can't tell you how good it felt to be around you and your brother for these past two weeks. Thanks to your willingness to cooperate, I was even able to get two weeks worth of phone calls out to Claire." His eyes shone a bit, and Jimmy looked legitimately happy for a moment. "I really mean it, Sam. You have all of my gratitude; you made me feel like I was human again and not just a meat suit."
Sam swallowed down the lump that threatened to rise in his throat. He studied Jimmy's face for a moment and wasn't able to deny that how content with the world he appeared. It must be awesome to feel like that. Sam smiled slightly in response to Jimmy's questioning gaze and nodded a little. He shut his eyes to avoid admiring how content and just how fucking gorgeous Jimmy looked right at that moment. The image would be burned into his memory bank forever, but over-exposure only made Sam's heart long for a world where those bright eyes greeted him everyday when he slunk back into the motel after a hunt.
"You're welcome." Sam breathed. He leaned forward blindly, placing a kiss somewhere he believed was Jimmy's forehead, and then rested against him. "You're very welcome, Jimmy. I enjoyed our time together more than you realize. I just hope…I hope that when you come around again, you'll be able to hang around for longer than two weeks."
When Jimmy answered, he answered ambiguously. But Sam could have sworn he felt more than he heard Jimmy hoping for the very same thing.
"We'll see Sam. For now, don't let go. Just sleep."