Author's note: Smut is coming.
Here with me
Chapter 5: From now on
They kissed again, mouths open and physical reactions led by pent-up desire.
'You know', Bobby spoke between a kiss and other, while Crowley joyfully messed with his hair, 'If you decide to stay with me, what I really hope you do, you can take me to places, too'.
Crowley parted a bit from him, 'You would like it?'
'Sure!', Bobby found those bright eyes and swollen lips in front of him very engaging, 'You're an ancient being, compared to me. I'm in for any crazy trip with you'.
'Even if my memories of the places may not be the happiest ones?', Crowley hesitated, 'You must guess my lives were not exactly paradise material'.
'That's one good thing about New Heaven', Bobby raised a proud brow, 'Now that things are running smooth, the souls with more, let's say, emotional intelligence can pick any bad settings and create new memories out of them', he grinned, 'We can live as many whole new lives as we want, here, including new versions of our real ones'.
'Great work you've doing here', Crowley praised sincerely, enjoying the enthusiasm on Bobby's eyes, 'I could take you to the Scotland I knew as a human and have a good time even there…'
Bobby leaned to speak in Crowley's ear, 'We could have sex on a meadow while you wore just a kilt, if we wished so', he nipped at the lobe, 'You could even use your human original body, if we get curious enough to see how it would work', he licked the lobe, 'As I said, I'm in for any crazy trip you suggest, as long as it is the two of us having fun'.
Crowley's eyes rolled in pleasure, 'Where did that come from, Singer…?'
'I had a lot of time to fantasize before you came along', he smiled naughtily, hands caressing the other man's sides in the delicate way he knew provoked shivers, 'Are you game?'
'For sex in a meadow?', Crowley reached for Bobby's sides under the shirt, 'I couldn't be more in'.
'I mean sex anywhere', Bobby nuzzled the shorter man's hair with his nose, 'Every place we fancy', he attacked the neck, now, 'As many times as we want', his lips sucked the side of the neck, 'For as long as we wish'.
'You mean…', Crowley said, tilting his head to the side to give Bobby more access, 'We can control how much we last, too?'
'This is Heaven, baby', his breathing sent shivers through Crowley's body, 'A good mind can do whatever it pleases', he kissed his cheek, 'And we are both great minds'.
Their lips met and no rational thought was possible.
Bobby pulled Crowley by the tie forcefully.
It reminded both men of the many times when they lost themselves in kisses that led to expensive ties and cheap vests being thrown away with the same urgency, and they melted into each other as if their souls were joining.
(Well, once both were nothing but souls, now, it was exactly what was happening.)
The kiss went from open mouths with lots of tongue to caressing lips and, when they parted, they just had eyes for each other.
Crowley could barely believe the happy grin on Bobby's face.
And he certainly could barely believe the tenderness in those blue eyes.
Maybe I really deserve it.
Suddenly, the lighting changed and they looked around.
They were in Singer's bedroom in the old house in Sioux Falls.
(Of course, the huge bed stayed.)
Confused by the new surroundings, the ex-demon grabbed Bobby's shirt in surprise.
'Sorry to change things so quickly', the ex-hunter got concerned, 'I'm more out of control than I realized. We can go slower, if you wish'.
'Oh, no, darling', he renewed the hold on the shirt, this time not to feel safer, but to get the other man closer, 'I've had enough of waiting', he rubbed against Bobby, 'Don't want you thinking I didn't miss you, too'.
'I know you did', Bobby took Crowley's face in his hands, 'But promise you'll tell me if something bothers you. We're here to make the other happy, and it will just be harder if you don't open yourself to me'.
'You want me conversational enough to make promises but keep speaking of things that are hard and that I should open myself to you?'
'Fergus…'
'Love it when you growl'.
'Fergus…'
'Makes me all tingly'.
'Fergus…'
'Oh, all right', he rolled his eyes, 'I promise', he pecked Bobby's lips, 'I'll make my best to be as through as possible with you'.
'It sounded sexual'.
'Not really able to get my mind off of it now, love'.
Their mouths met again and, between kisses, Bobby managed to speak, 'Finally…'
'What?'
'You're opening up', Bobby tumbled Crowley on the bed and crawled over him until they were face to face, 'Thank you'.
They resumed kissing, and there were explosions and goosebumps and fireworks.
Exactly like when they met the point of no return in their trysts and, even if conversation was great and felt intimate, they needed to be physically closer.
(And the King of Hell loved when the hunter took the lead and showed what he wanted.)
'I know you still have a lot to ask and you deserve every explanation I can give you', Robert's husky voice sounded close to Crowley's ear, 'But I've been waiting for you…'
'How could you know the angels would bring me here?'
'I prayed', that maddening nipping started again, 'Even those dicks had to accept, sooner or later, that I need you'.
'You know how to make a girl feel special, Robert'.
The room was filled with Crowley's moaning and Bobby's groans for a while, hands and lips and tongues pushing words aside for the moment.
'You know', the ex-demon chuckled, 'If I had my powers these clothes would be already out of the way'.
Bobby squinted at him, 'You're implying I don't use my powers properly?'
'I never said that'.
'Don't have to. I'm not a fool'.
Crowley's breathing halted – in a second, he was completely naked from the waist up.
'You're not fooling around', he commented.
'Not really, Your Highness'.
And now he was completely naked.
'I surrender', Crowley raised his hands, 'You're good'.
'The best you ever had?'
'Yeah, Singer. The best I ever had', Crowley smiled, 'Now just be a dearie and don't be overdressed, will you?'
'It's payback for all the times you came to visit ready for the gala'.
Crowley rubbed against the middle-covered jeans, 'I'm not ashamed of begging, Robert'.
'I know', he smiled, caressing the other's cheek with his knuckles, 'You can be a very good boy'.
Crowley was going to roll his eyes, but he let out a startled yelp when Bobby rolled them, sat down and pulled the ex-demon to his lap.
Crowley's legs wrapped around Bobby's waist, his hands exploring the shoulders and back of the large man under him.
They kissed with tongues massaging and the ex-demon seizing the opportunity to decide the depth and intimacy of the contact.
(And he wanted all the depth and all the intimacy he could have.)
Bobby's hands were caressing everywhere he could reach, giving special attention to Crowley's thighs and lower back, then pulling the man against him fiercely to use his arms like hooks and mold their bodies against each other.
It occurred to Crowley that Bobby was not hurrying things, permitting him to enjoy the closeness and choose the pace, and he liked that as much as he enjoyed domineering Robert.
Besides, the current position was perfect for something that Crowley used to do when he had sex on earth - put his own penis off-limits.
It seemed Bobby was putting him in control exactly to respect his sexual restriction, waiting for him to set the pace on what he wanted to do, and it provoked a surge of affection in the ex-demon's chest.
To test those waters and see if he had gotten the idea right, Crowley reached for the belt of Bobby's trousers and whispered, 'May I?'
'Let me make it easier for you'.
The jeans disappeared.
Crowley licked his lips at the vision of the bulge in Bobby's boxers.
They pecked lips and shared a knowing stare.
So, Crowley had read things right. Bobby was giving him space to do things his way.
There were some few but unforgettable times on Earth when their sex sessions got longer than what was usual for them, and those always started with the hunter permitting the demon to go down on him for as long as he wished.
(And the demon usually wished to be there for a long time.)
They shared a last kiss and Bobby laid on his back.
Crowley still stayed straddling Robert, his hands caressing the chest of the man under him, his eyes and fingertips exploring shapes and details.
He had missed that body so much.
He had drunk scotch and touched himself through his trousers to remember their late night encounters more than he should if he wanted to keep any sanity.
Who could ever imagine that this man, who he had longed for, would make all the efforts to bring him to his Heaven.
Their eyes met and the connection between them, made of desire and affection, extracted such happy grins from them that, in any other circumstances, they would be ashamed.
But not now.
Not here.
Crowley slid off Bobby's lap, opened his legs to kneel between them and caressed reverently the bulge, before pulling the shorts down and finally having the cock in his mouth.
He loved having Robert in his mouth. It gave him the sensation that he was a slave pleasuring his master but, at the same time, a slave so trusted he was permitted to have a very sensitive part of his master between his teeth.
The demon quickly found out the human would never attack or humiliate him when or because he was willing to serve; the human was confident the demon would not seize the opportunity to hurt him.
It used to work beautifully on Earth, and it was working beautifully in Heaven.
Crowley enjoyed every moment of it, worshipping that cock with all the eagerness years apart had created. He tasted it, felt the scent and the consistency of it against his tongue; kissed and put the whole balls on his mouth; relished in the moans he heard and in Robert's hands caressing his hair lovingly.
He mentally praised the angels. The simulation of physical bodies was more than perfect – it was beautifully enhanced.
(Who would say Crowley, former King of Hell, would be one day in Heaven, on his knees and directing part of his thoughts at angels, as if in praying?)
'Please', the caress in his hair turned into a light tug, 'Come here'.
'Are you sure, love?', Crowley asked, his mouth not quite leaving the penis, 'I could do it all day'.
'Me too', Bobby smiled, eyes dark with passion, 'But there's something else I must tell you'.
'Uhm?', was all Crowley managed, his mind foggy.
'Just come here'.
He gave a last suck in the cock just to see Robert squirm, and let himself be guided by the hand that took his.
He was rolled to be on his back, legs open, so Bobby could settle between them and leave his weight on Crowley's body.
He took his mouth for a new deep kiss.
And then he stopped to face the man under him, 'Fergus?'
'Uhm?', the glazed-eyed former demon made the effort to speak after such a passional attack and with that big man pressing against him.
'I need you to pay attention'.
'Hard to', the hands were roaming on the muscled back, 'Missed my beefy hunter'.
'Missed my sassy demon, too, but there's something important I got to say'.
'I thought you wanted to fuck me', he raised his legs to circle the hunter's waist.
'It's about it'.
'Does it work any different, here?', he moved his hips enticingly.
'Exactly', Bobby groaned.
'Listening', he put his hands on the ex-hunter's ass to pull their middles even more together.
'We don't need lube, for starters'.
'Really?', the nails went up on the skin of Bobby's back.
'Uhum', he growled.
'Good. Anything else?'
'It's my Heaven, so you don't get to finish by yourself'.
That made Crowley freeze, 'What?'
'You know what I mean', Bobby's face was serious, 'It won't work, here'.
The raised legs rested on the bed again, the eager hands settled on Bobby's naked chest, and Crowley almost whined, 'Why?'
Bobby chuckled affectionately, 'I guess it was your zone of comfort, but now we are souls, and souls have this very deep emotional attachment', he caressed Crowley's hair, 'I want to feel you coming. Damn, I want to see you coming. I need your pleasure as much as I need mine', their eyes locked, 'Always wanted it, but when you kept disappearing on me after I was done, I assumed it was off-limits and respected your choice'.
Crowley gulped down, 'Don't know if I-'
'I'm sure you can', Bobby interrupted him with a kiss, 'No matter how much time it takes to overcome whatever it is, I'll be here for you'.
'Dear, Robert', Crowley scolded, 'Don't make me emotional'.
'I need to', Bobby smiled at the frowny ex-demon, 'Positive emotions are fuel. I'm betting all my chips on that to witness a shameless and Heaven-shattering orgasm of yours'.
Crowley was incredulous.
He could feel a blush creeping up his cheeks.
'You speak as if I were some prude who is ashamed of sex'.
'We can pretend that is why you never came in front of me', Bobby smirked, relaxing against the other's body, 'Or you could just tell me the real reason'.
Crowley groaned.
No, it was not because he was a prude. Both knew it could not be.
'When did you realize?', Crowley asked.
'That you were not coming?', at the nod, Bobby answered, 'I found it strange when you disappeared on me after our first time. I thought you were busy or just didn't care that much for the afterwards, being a demon and all', he pursed his lips in thought, 'But it kept happening, and not just you went away, but I never saw you touching yourself. I barely saw your cock, in fact', he raised his brows, 'I remember one time when I took off every piece of cloth but your silk boxers, and you kept it in place in the front while I took you from behind… It was sexy, so I decided it was a kink and let it go'.
Crowley stayed quiet, pondering on the hunter's point of view about his actions.
'But I started thinking about it: if the kink was not be satisfied, or even not touching yourself, why go away so quick? You could stay and tease and play denial, if that was what you liked', Bobby made a face, 'I made my research, and didn't find anything on demons who couldn't complete the sexual act. Not a curse, not a disease, not some karma brought from the previous lives. Didn't even found some relevantuse for demon's semen, in case you were worried about that', he tilted his head, 'And I guessed there were not problems with the meatsuit, once you could cure yourself from almost everything'.
'You spent time researching that?'
'I had time to spare and our sex life was of my great interest', he tilted his head, 'Besides, it could be some matter with you. What kind of partner was I if I didn't worry about stuff you could be going through?'
Crowley lifted a hand to caress the man's beard, 'You're a gentleman'.
'You deserved my care'.
Crowley clenched his jaw, not used yet to that kind of statement, 'All right. I'll explain it'.
Bobby nodded and waited.
'It's simple, in fact', the former demon had a new calmness on him, now that he had decided to reveal the truth, 'I was afraid'.
'Of me?'
'No. Not of you. I was afraid of myself. And of the universe, in a certain measure'.
Bobby frowned in confusion.
'When we kissed for the deal and you used tongue, I felt something… unexpected. Something I had never felt before. I couldn't forget it. I kept thinking of it. Every time we met I felt it again, even if we didn't touch', Crowley breathed deeply, 'I convinced myself I was worried about the influence you had over me and that I had to found out what it was. I even wondered if you could be involved with witchery. I started visiting to keep an eye on you, but it just made me wish to be closer and spend more time with you, not bothering anymore in uncovering any plans you could be plotting'.
'Damned suspicious, you'.
'What can I say? Hunter, demon. You get it, love'.
They shared a knowing look.
'Soon it was obvious there was no magic going on but your charming self – erase that smirk – and I kept on coming to see you because… well, it felt good and I was curious about those… feelings'.
'And then we got closer and closer through conversation, we found excuses to meet halfway for a mocking kiss and neither of us wanted to let go'.
'Exactly', Crowley huffed, 'And since that first playful kiss all I wanted was to be on my knees for you'.
'That was how our first time went on, in fact'.
'I was kind of in a panic when you came and I realized what I was doing', Crowley admitted, 'Do you know what it meant to a demon who had been fighting for so long to be on the top of the food chain, suddenly find out he enjoys sucking a hunter's cock and was satisfied just at watching his pleasure?'
'I can sympathize', Bobby said, 'It must be like if a hunter suddenly found out he was very interested in some powerful and more than occasionally evil demon boss, and that he may even care deeply for the bastard'.
Crowley smirked, 'Touché'.
Bobby caressed the other man's jaw absentmindedly, 'But what difference it made if you came in front of me? We were already doing some nasty stuff'.
'Yes, and I was more lost in it every time'.
'Lost?'
'It felt like I was surrendering to you, Robert. I lost all rational thought when you kissed me, I craved for your hands on me. You never asked anything in return for the sex, and I often wondered if I would be able to refuse anything, if you ever asked', he sighed, 'I was hesitant in the very beginning, but then our liaison went on and I realized you would not take advantage of me, and I felt the luckiest being to be involved with someone who had integrity in the same level I had – keeping deals and not plotting on my back. It just made me fall more and more for you'.
'So…', Bobby caressed the black hair soothingly, '…the orgasm was like the final frontier? The last ounce of yourself you were not giving?'
'Kind of', Crowley now positively blushed, 'I was already risking too much by being with you, but even if I was vulnerable and kind of out of my mind, I was conscious and aware all the time. I could stop what we were doing, if something unusual happened. I could watch the surroundings and protect both of us, if anything came', his eyes shone in mischief, 'And when you were satisfied, I could hide in some dark corner and pleasure myself thinking of what you had just done to me and the things I had made you feel. No need to finish anything in your presence'.
'And you think that was a good thing?', Bobby reproached softly, 'I was there, fucking you the best I could to get both of us off, and you were holding back because you had to make sure I was not changing my mind about you and no one was going to invade the room and attack us?', he shook his head, 'That was not fair to you'.
'I never expected fairness, pet'.
Bobby adjusted between Crowley's legs again, 'Should have put you in a demon's trap and made you tell me this a long time ago'.
'Maybe it was for the better that you didn't go that far', Crowley raised his legs to cross them behind the ex-hunter again, 'We'll never know if it didn't preserve us from some severe hurt when life made us part'.
'Yeah. Maybe you're right', Bobby agreed, his hand caressing Crowley's chest, 'But the PTSD sex is over', the hand went down to the stomach, 'I was my own paranoid self about building relationships, too, and we're here to leave those things definitively behind'.
'Agreed, love', he pulled Bobby against him, not permitting yet that the teasing hand reached his cock, and pecked his lips, 'Would you feel better or worse if I told you I may have masturbated on you once or twice after you fell asleep?'
Bobby made a face, 'You creepy assrat!'
Crowley laughed, seeing there was no real annoyance on the other man's reaction and relieved everything was, in fact, forgiven.
'It's more than time to start new routines', Bobby spoke so close to Crowley's neck that he shivered and moved his hips in anticipation, 'May I come in?'
'What are you, now? Some angel who needs a formal invitation?'
'Yourself said I'm a gentleman', Bobby's hands caressed Crowley's thighs.
'That you are'.
'Besides…', the ex-hunter straightened his back, put his hands under Crowley's legs to lift him a bit more and pressed on, '… angels are not the kind of dicks we like'.
The ex-demon laughed at such a thing being said in Heaven, and relaxed at the smile in the other's face, 'You're a wonder, Robert'.
'And you haven't seen the best part of it'.
The man spoke while rubbing his cock against Crowley's entrance – a familiar move, once the demon refused to be fingered, preferring to go 'straight to business' as quick as possible – and the expectation was taking both of them.
'I can't imagine what may be better than what you've showed me, but I trust you with all I have', Crowley grinned, 'You're welcome, love'.
And with that, Bobby slipped in.