Sam shivers when he steps outside, the cool night air a shock after the heat of the club, the moon calling him to take nownownow. Sam can feel their eyes on him as they walk through the parking lot like a caress, tilting his head he sends Eliot a slow smile as Dean digs the keys out of his pocket. Looking up when they stop Sam gives a low whistle at the 67 Chevy Impala, fingers itching to touch as that feeling of I should know this washes over him again. Deans soft laugh makes him jump and he shoots him a sheepish smile that quickly turns into a laugh when Eliot gives Dean a smug grin and drags Sam to the backseat.
Dean grumbles as he walks around the car and gets in. Glancing in the mirror as he starts the car he watches Eliot pull Sam into his lap, snickering when Hot Blooded blares from the speakers.
Well, Im hot blooded, check it and see
I got a fever of a hundred and three
Come on baby, do you do more than dance?
Im hot blooded, Im hot blooded
Dean risks another glance in the mirror, groaning as he watches them kiss. Cursing under his breath he checks the road. Good thing there aren't any cars around He thinks wryly as his eyes shift back to the mirror.
Sam cant hold back a moan as Eliot floods his senses again. Eliot drags his head back by the hair making him gasp, arching his back Sam moans and grinds down into Eliot's lap.
You dont have to read my mind, to know what I have in mind
Honey you oughta know
Now you move so fine, let me lay it on the line
I wanna know what youre doin after the show
Now its up to you, we can make a secret rendezvous
Just me and you, Ill show you lovin like you never knew
With a frustrated growl Eliot rips Sams shirt up the front, sliding a hand over all that muscle, back into his hair as he sucks a nipple into his mouth. Letting out a low laugh when Sam moans and grinds his ass down harder. Giving Sams nipple a light nip he leans back, hands sliding down to grip Sams ass as he thrusts up to meet him. Looking up he meets Deans eyes in the mirror, his heart racing at the heat in his eyes.
Thats why, Im hot blooded, check it and see
I got a fever of a hundred and three
Come on baby, do you do more than dance?
Im hot blooded, hot blooded
Groaning deep in his throat Dean presses the heel of his hand into his crotch, torn between rubbing to get off and squeezing to keep himself in check. Almost there, almost there, just a couple more minutes, Jesus fuck don't come in your pants. Dean doesn't miss the shocked need in Eliots eyes when they meet in the mirror, cant bring himself to turn away from it. Sam jolts them out of the it when he suddenly curses and jerks away. Both wondering if they had annoyed Sam into backing out.
"Move over" Sam demands, voice husky with need as he moves back as much as he can in the cramped space, giving a hum of approval when Eliot raises an eyebrow at the order but moves anyway. Gotta have more. Cant wait. moremorenow. Biting his lip Sam barely stops himself from ripping Eliots jeans open, tugging them open quickly he drags them down, barely waiting to get them past his knees before leaning in and licking a stripe up his cock. He licks and teases the long length as he pulls off a shoe and pant leg, pulling Eliot sideways he meets his wide eyes with a grin before swallowing him whole. Loving the moan it earns him, laughing around the fullness when he hears Eliots head thud against the window. Bobbing his head he takes him deep again and again. God he tastes so good Moaning Sam reaches down and undoes his pants, nearly sobbing around Eliots cock at finally finally having the friction he needed. Pre-come easing the way, his hand pumps in time with his mouth.
Hot blooded, every night
Hot blooded, youre looking so tight
Hot blooded, now youre driving me wild
Hot blooded, Im so hot for you, child
Hot blooded, Im a little bit high
Hot blooded, youre a little bit shy
Hot blooded, youre making me sing
Hot blooded, for your sweet sweet thing
Dean shifts in his seat, tempted to stop the car right there and join them. If he didn't spot the sign for the motel right then he might have. He watches Sam hand jack his cock, his other hand moving to Eliots hip urging him to thrust up into his mouth. Damn he's big all over Biting his lip Dean cant decide what he want to watch more, Sams mouth swallowing Eliots cock again and again or Eliots face as he enjoys it.
Whimpering when Eliot hesitates, Sam pulls off, hand replacing his mouth as he looks up at him. "Please, Eliot. Wanna feel you." Sam begs, needing to give up that bit of control. Sucking the tip back into his mouth he pleads with his eyes for Eliot to do what he knows they both want. His eyes flutter shut when Eliot slides a hand into his long hair and slowly drags his mouth down, moaning when he holds him there. Flicking his tongue Sam hums around him before swallowing, tempted to resist the tug on his hair pulling him back up.
Eliot stops him half way up the length of his cock and waits for Sam to meet his eyes, taking in the sight of Sam Their Sam with his mouth wrapped tight around his dick, eyes dark with lust, waiting for him to make a move. Smiling darkly when Sam stills his hand, waits until Sam breaks with a small whimper, eyes pleading with him to just move before finally rolling his hips up. Thrusting shallowly, less than half his cock sliding between his lips, Eliot teases Sam until his eyes start pleading again, Sams hand barely ghosting along his dick, broken whimpers spilling around his cock. His grip tightening in Sams hair his only warning, Eliots sets a quick pace, fucking his cock deep again and again.
Sam cant stop the steady stream of moans and whimpers from pouring out, the feel of Eliot fucking his mouth even better then he'd expected. The pleasure of giving him full control something he could quickly become addicted to. Jacking his hand to the rough pace Eliot was setting Sam could feel himself getting closer and closer. His rhythm becoming erratic, hand pumping harder as he fucked into his fist.
"Sam, don't you dare come. That belongs to me" Dean growls out from the front, startling Sam.
Whining around Eliots hard length, Sam slides his hand to the base of his cock and grips it tight.
Eliots falling apart above him, pumping impossibly deeper down his throat, arching back against the door, curses and moans spilling from his lips. Sam hums sending him over the edge, moaning greedily as he swallows every drop of Eliots release softly licking and sucking him clean before letting him slip free. Sitting up he meets Deans eyes in the mirror as he eases his still hard and aching cock back into his pants.
Runnin with the devil
Runnin with the devil
Sam watches Dean shut the car off and wonders if that might be true as he follows both men into the motel room.
TBC?
Songs: Foreigner-Hot Blooded and Van Halen- Runnin' With The Devil