Title: Unrelated, 7/9
Art by: beelikej
Pairing: John/Mary, John/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Total Word Count: 3838
Warnings: Explicit slash
Disclaimer: If only John and Dean were mine... *sigh*

A/N: See all the great art, along with all my other stories on my LJ (john-n-dean dot livejournal dot com). Dean is not a Winchester in this story.

Chapter 7

Dean was still going over his conversation with Mary when he opened the door to his apartment. He knew in his gut that she was right. He'd known it all along. For years, he'd lied to himself about it because… because it was easier that way. Easier to deny himself what he wanted with every reason he could pile up between him and John. He couldn't deny it now though, not after Mary bluntly stating it the way she had. He wondered if John knew too… if John had been giving himself the same excuses, building the same wall between them.

John was up, staring at the television. But Dean could tell that he wasn't paying attention to what was on. He seemed lost in his thoughts, long legs stretched out in front of him as he slouched, thick fingers combing through curly dark brown hair. Dean was sure he'd never seen anyone look so sexy when they were all broody and slouchy. He closed the door and approached the couch, stopping just before he reached John.

"I went to see Mary."

John looked up at him in surprise. "Why'd you do that?"

Dean shrugged and looked away, suddenly feeling awkward. He'd been in warzones, commanded dangerous men. He could be smooth and charming with anyone else. Only John could reduce him to a complete spaz. "You two have a lot of years together. Kids, a life. I thought, I dunno, maybe I could help. Talk her into giving things another shot."

John snorted and went back to staring at the TV. "How'd that work out for ya?"

"I think…" Dean trailed off. His feelings were all jumbled up and confused and over it all was the weight of spending half his life in love with John. What was the right thing here? Letting John and Mary's marriage die? Trying to get them back together? What would John do if their situations were reversed? He swallowed hard and began again. "I think you could get her to take you back. If you really wanted to. Probably with a lot of groveling and wooing or some shit. If that's… if that's what you want."

"If that's what I want…" John rubbed his beard, then snorted and shook his head. "You got any idea how many shots we've given it?"

"What can one more hurt?"

"Yeah, 'cause beatin' your head against a brick wall doesn't hurt at all." John said wearily, his eyes on the television but Dean could tell he was seeing something different.

Dean knew he should just let this play out. He liked Mary, and the kids. Maybe even loved them. Not as much as he loved John, but still… he didn't think it was ever good for a home to be broken up and he definitely didn't want to see any of them hurt. But the man he'd wanted since he was a horny teenager was sitting right here in his living room, slouching on his couch like some sort of wet dream. When it came right down to it, could Dean really be that selfless?

"Fuck it," his finally hissed as he slid onto the older man's lap.

John blinked up at Dean. "What're you doin'?"

His answer was to take John's face in his hands and kiss him. After an instant of shocked stillness, the older man pushed him away and for one terrifying second he thought maybe his gut and Mary were both wrong. But then he saw the way John was looking at him. There was such naked hunger in the older man's eyes that he shivered. And fuck if he wasn't hard and aching already. Someone needed to be inside someone right the fuck now, and it didn't really matter to him who topped so much as it happened soon.

John pulled his head back down for another kiss, his strong fingers pressed against Dean's scalp. The second kiss was so much better than the first. They kissed like they were trying to devour each other, one of Dean's hands sliding back to grip the older man's hair. Their tongues fought for control, gaining and losing ground in each other's mouth, tangling around each other, teeth nipping and pulling at lips, greedily swallowing moans and grunts and pleas.

John pulled Dean's leather jacket off his shoulders and Dean lowered his arms to let him slid it off completely. After that, they tried to manhandle each other out of their clothes, fighting for every inch of bare skin, only breaking the kiss when they had to. Desire twisted almost painfully in Dean's gut, making him groan into John's mouth as they ground their erections together. The feel of John's strong calloused hands on his was driving him straight from needy to desperate. John's skin was warm and felt so damn good. He never thought he'd have this, had long since come to terms with that, and he was half afraid that he'd wake up to find that this was all a dream.

They ended up on the floor, fighting for dominance, each taking a turn holding the other down to kiss bare skin and explore with hands and tongues. Dean had no idea how he ended up on top with John on his stomach, one hand gripping John's arm behind his back in a hold and the fingers of the other covered with lube as he worked one inside the older man's tight hole.

"Always knew you were a tight ass, John," Dean snarked breathlessly as the older man's unused hole clenched around the tip of his finger.

John made a noise that was somewhere between a snort and a groan. He was straining to push back against Dean's finger and that was just so damn hot to watch. Almost as hot as holding him still. John wanted him, wanted his cock. "You gonna fuck me or just talk me to death, boy?"

"Definitely gonna fuck you, baby. Gotta work you lose first. So damn tight." Dean leaned forward and kissed John behind his ear, then ran his tongue over the damp skin, tasting salt and John. They were both sweaty and breathing hard. Dean couldn't ever remember being this turned on, this desperate to bury his dick inside someone before. He finally let John's arm go as he began to roughly finger him open. The sounds John made when Dean worked his prostate made Dean shudder and he pressed himself against John's back, biting marks into his shoulders. Claiming him. He ran the fingers of his other hand over John's erection lightly, teasing. "Am I the only one? Tell me if I'm the only one that's ever touched you here."

"You're the only one," John rasped out. "Always topped. Fuck, Dean… sweetheart… please…"

Dean bit his lip and groaned, shivering at the idea of being the first to be inside that tight heat. John underneath him begging to be fucked wasn't helping matters. He ground his hard cock against the flexing muscles of John's thigh because he desperately needed friction. "Yeah, baby. Okay. 'S gonna hurt at first."

"I know."

Dean pulled his fingers free as John rose up on his hands and knees. "How do you want it, John? Want me to be gentle with you?"

John snorted. "Stop bein' such a damn smartass, kid."

When Dean retrieved a condom from the coffee table drawer where the lube had been, John snorted softly. In his haste, he tore the packet open wrong and potentially damaged the condom. He swore and grabbed the second one and opened it more carefully. If he fucked this one up, he'd have to go to his bedroom for more. He rolled it on and lined up with John's hole, pressing the spongy head against it, as he gripped John's hips and began slowly pushing his way inside. John hung his head and Dean felt his entire body tighten when the head finally breached his entrance.

"Son of a bitch," the older man rasped out.

Dean paused and ran his hands along the older man's his sides to sooth him. The grip on the head of his cock made him want to slam all the way in, but he wasn't going to hurt John like that. He desperately wanted this to be good for him. "I know it hurts. I swear I'll make it good if you just let me in. Just… just relax. Wanna make you feel good."

John took a couple deep breaths and Dean felt the grip of his muscles loosen up. "Keep goin'. I'm okay."

Dean began pushing in again, slowly sliding deeper inside the tight heat of John's body. He groaned as he bottomed out. "Wanted this for so long… wanted you for years, baby. Fuck… you're so tight."

John was still trembling underneath him, but he could still feel him slowly relaxing around him. "Move… please… just move."

Dean knew an order when he heard one. "Sir, yes sir," he muttered against John's shoulder as he pulled out and pushed back in, starting off with a slow, firm rhythm. He found John's prostate quickly, making the older man jump and cry out. He slowly sped up, his thrusts becoming harder and faster and shorter. Like he didn't want to leave John's body any more than he had to. John's trembling underneath him wasn't from pain.

"Yeah, baby boy… like that!"

Dean groaned at the endearment and reached around and began jerking John off roughly as he pounded into him. John was so fucking tight, he wasn't going to last nearly as long as he wanted to. Finally, John came, body going rigid even as the muscles surrounding Dean spasmed tightly and pulled the younger man into orgasm right along with him. They collapsed, lying in a sweaty, sticky heap.

"Damn… that was good," John finally rasped out, his voice rumbling through Dean from where they were joined back to chest.

Dean tried to laugh, but all he could muster was a sigh as he pulled out gently and flopped over onto his back next to John. "Yeah… awesome."

"I'm topping next time."

"Who says I bottom?"

John rolled over and pulled Dean into his arms. Usually, Dean was bigger than the men he fucked. He wasn't a small man by any means, tall and broad. But John was even taller and broader and made him feel small. Small and safe. Something about it made him want to cry and he closed his eyes against the tears stinging them. "Oh, you'll bottom for me sweetheart. Just like I'll bottom for you."

Dean couldn't argue because that was absolutely true. At least half his fantasies involved John bending him over and fucking him to within an inch of his life. "Yeah. Okay," he finally said as John pressed a kiss against his forehead.

SPN*SPN*SPN*SPN

Dean was awake when John came in, heard the other man come to the door and stand there for a few moments like he didn't know what he should do. Dean forced himself to be still, to let the choice to come in or not be John's. He should have waited in the beginning, let John come to him on his own if that's what was supposed to happen. But he'd been too eager, too desperate.

Finally John shifted and entered the room. He heard the rustle of clothing as the older man began undressing. He turned over to watch.

"What're you doin' awake?"

"Missed you. Besides, you promised to fuck me when you got back."

John snorted out a laugh. "I suppose I did."

He crawled into the bed and kissed the younger man. Dean melted against him before pulling away. "Are you sure, John? Are you sure you want to be here?"

"Where else would I want to be?"

"With Mary."

"And have the two of us go back to beatin' our heads against that brick wall?" John sighed and fell back against the bed. "I'm not gonna say it didn't break my heart to have it end. Or that it doesn't still hurt. Those would be lies. I loved Mary. But… it was hard, loving her. And I spent too much time wantin' to be somewhere else towards the end. Wasn't fair to her."

"Where else did you wanna be?" Dean asked, echoing John's previous question, a small smile on his lips. He just wanted to hear him say the words.

"Right here. With you."

Dean grinned and started to straddle him. John pushed him on his back with the weight of his body, strong hands gripping his wrists.

"Uh-uh. It's my turn now." His hot breath and deep, rumbling voice sent shivers down Dean's spine. "So much I wanna do to you. But we got time, don't we baby?"

He pressed Dean's hands against the headboard until Dean got the message and gripped it, then slid one hand down his arm, along his side and underneath the sheet bunched around his waist to take his half-hard cock in a loose, barely-there grip.

"My ass still aches, sweetheart. Fuckin' felt you all day. Couldn't stop thinkin' about you. So fuckin' sexy. Wanna taste you before I fuck you. Been a long time since I sucked cock, but damn if the thought of yours don't make my mouth water."

Dean made a brief, embarrassing noise that was somewhere between a groan and a whimper. John smirked down at him and he wanted to be pissed off, but he couldn't. Especially when John leaned forward and kissed him till he was breathless, then began slowly kissing and licking his way down Dean's body, stopping to tease a nipple until it was hard and red. He continued his slow torture, pulling even more embarrassing noises out of him, scrapping his teeth against ribs and swirling his tongue in his belly button.

Dean was aware that he was helplessly bucking his hips in a vain effort to fuck John's hand, but he couldn't seem to make himself stop. He was used to being in control, but John… the man knew what he was doing and he was taking him apart. The worst part about it wasn't that Dean couldn't stop it – he was sure he could – it was that he didn't want to. John released his cock and gripped his hips, holding him down as the older man settled between his legs. He looked down to see a slow, sexy smile and dark eyes that sent a shiver down his back. Dean closed his eyes and dropped his head with a groan. The sight of John's mouth that close to his cock was melting his fucking brain.

"Don't do that, sweetheart," John said softly. "Look at me."

The hot breath on his cock made it jump and he gasped. "If I look, I'm gonna shoot my load."

"That's fine. You ain't the one's gotta be hard for this. 'Sides, I know how to get you goin' again. Com' on sweetheart. Wanna see you."

Dean opened his eyes just in time to see John run his tongue along the underside of his cock, and then swirl it around the head. He gave the tip an open mouthed kiss, using his tongue to tease the slit, never taking his eyes off Dean. The younger man was transfixed. He'd dreamed about sucking John's cock, about fucking John, about John fucking him… jerked off to those daydreams a thousand times since the first day he laid eyes on the older man. But, somehow, he never thought of John sucking his cock. Faced with the reality of it now, he had to admit that it was a serious lapse in judgment. All coherent thought evaporated when John sucked the head of his cock into his mouth and teased at the underside with teeth and tongue while rolling his balls in his hand. Dean came so quickly and suddenly that he didn't even have time to warn John.

Damn. That was embarrassing. "You sure you haven't done that in a while?"

"Pretty sure. My ex didn't have one." John stretched out next to him and kissed him. Dean moaned against the other man's lips at the taste of himself. "How often you bottom?"

"Not often. It's been awhile."

"Which means your ass is about as tight as mine." John kissed him softly before sliding his hand under Dean's ass and rolling him on his side so they were facing each other. He pulled the younger man's thigh over his hip and teased at Dean's asshole.

"Lube and rubbers?" John murmured against his lips.

"In the table on your side."

John turned and stretched over to grab the tube and a little foil package. Then he was back, kissing and touching him everywhere. Dean's breath caught in his throat as a slick finger slowly pressed its way inside his hole. It was intense, laying face to face on their sides like this, Dean's leg over John's thigh. He ran his fingers through the other man's hair as they kissed and shared breath. He loved John's thick, curly hair and his warm amber eyes. Dean took deep breaths and willed himself to open to the thick finger invading him.

"John, baby… fuck…"

"Gettin' there, sweetheart. Wanted to fuck you for so long… used to imagine what it would be like to be inside you. Have you spread out for me, slowly split you open on my cock. You got any idea how fuckin' gorgeous you are?"

Dean groaned as John added a second finger, the low dirty rumble of the older man's voice doing as much to undo him as his fingers. There had been a few men who treated him like a girl when they'd fucked him and he always hated it. But this was different. This was something he'd never experienced before. It was making him feel broken open and vulnerable. It was scaring the shit out of him. Not enough to make him push John away. Not enough to ever make him do that. He gasped against John's neck as the older man scissored his fingers, stretching his tight entrance. He was fully hard again and throbbing, their cocks brushing gently against each other. When he tried to increase the friction, John wouldn't let him, holding him still. He whimpered in frustration.

"Please, just fuck me… need you, baby," Dean whispered, his lips tracing along John's pulse point.

John kissed the side of his face as he twisted his fingers and withdrew them. Dean felt the head of John's cock pressing against him until it finally breached his entrance and John slowly entered him. Dean clung to him, his face pressed against the crook of the older man's neck. He breathed in John's scent, felt surrounded by the man.

John controlled the pace with an iron grip on his hips that he knew was going to leave bruises, fucking him slow and deep. Dean's fingers dug into broad shoulders as he rolled his hips. The idea of wearing John's bruises, the way John was wearing his made him moan.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck…" Dean muttered.

"Feel so damn good. Your ass, sweetheart…"

Dean groaned, feeling a second orgasm building. John pulled him into a kiss. Dean wasn't sure how long they lay there fucking and kissing. It was like they were in some sort of alternate reality where time moved differently. Part of him was going crazy with the need to cum, but part of him never wanted this to end, never wanted John to stop fucking him. He wanted John to stay in him forever. Finally John pulled away and looked at him.

"Gonna cum on my dick, baby?"

Dean couldn't force words out of his mouth. He bit his lip and nodded.

"Yeah? Com' on. You're so damn tight. Wanna see how hard you squeeze me."

Dean's orgasm made almost every muscle in his body spasm. John's steady rhythm faltered and he groaned out a curse shortly afterwards. Dean buried his face against John's neck again, his muscles actually aching from how hard he came, as John pulled out of him gently. He felt the older man moving as he assumed he tossed the condom in the trash next to the bed before he pulled Dean tighter against him.

They lay there for several minutes in silence, clinging to each other. Finally, John spoke, his voice soft and hoarse. "Sweetheart?"

Dean snorted against John's sweat damp shoulder. "You're the only one who's ever called me that."

"You want me to stop?"

He didn't speak or move for a long moment, John silent and patient beneath him. Finally he pulled away enough to look at John's face in the dim light coming from a nearby street lamp. "No… I don't."

"Good," John said with a slight smile, running the backs of the fingers of one hand down the side of Dean's face. "'Cause I wasn't gonna stop anyway."

Dean snorted out a laugh and dropped his head on the older man's shoulder.

SPN*SPN*SPN*SPN

"You knew, didn't you?"

John looked up from the computer analysis report he was looking at to see Dean leaning in the doorway of his office. It was after hours and he would really much rather be upstairs fucking the kid's brains out. He wanted to stretch him out on their bed and take him apart. Instead he was here burning the midnight oil, being responsible.

He raised an eyebrow at the cryptic remark. "Knew what?"

"That I wanted you since the first time that I saw you."

John shrugged. "Does it matter?"

"Nah, I guess not. Just wonderin' how fuckin' pathetic I was."

John chuckled and had to stop himself when Dean blushed. "Baby boy… I wanted you just as much, for just as long. Had to do a lot of creative denial to convince myself I had no chance just to keep my hands to myself."

"Yeah," he asked, sounding a little breathless.

"Yeah. I was so good at it I think I finally convinced myself that it was true. But I still needed to be near you," he said softly as he pushed himself from the edge of his desk and closed the distance between them. He put a hand on Dean's waist and tugged until they were flush against each other. The boy's eyes fluttered and he groaned when their dicks pressed together. John huffed out a breath. Dean was so responsive… so sensual.

"I suppose this means you wanna fuck me now," Dean said, trying hard to sound put upon.

"I wanna bury myself inside you and never come out," John growled against his lips.

Dean shivered against him and slid his hand up his chest slowly and curled it around the back of his neck. "Yeah. I'd like that."

The kiss started out slow and sweet and quickly turned desperate. John pulled away. "Yeah. Let's close up and go upstairs. You can explain to me why they have to ruin perfectly good cars with computer systems tomorrow."