Author's Note:
Sorry guys, adding this chapter because I wanted it ;)
Jar of Hearts World: Part 5
All around the city vermis holes lit up like Christmas lights, geysers of energy sprayed out into the sky and slowly diminished until all that was left were dark tunnels spread out beneath the streets. Castiel sighed and lowered his arms, a smile spreading across his lips, "And finished."
"Didn't you just blast the faces off any person looking into one of those holes?" Jet asked incredulously, his eyes wide as he looked to where they'd just emerged from.
"No, that spell only works on Void creatures," Cas muttered as he lifted his hand to create a new portal, "Let's get going-"
"I think we should stay for a bit." Sam dared to say and Castiel turned a confused glance at the young Winchester.
"We don't have time, Sam."
Sam raised his arms and turned slightly to show the slime all over his back, "I think we have time for a shower, Cas."
The priest blinked a few times and turned to look at the others in his party, Dean and Jet were both grinning ear to ear with the same luminescent ooze covering their bodies – Dean more than Jet. Castiel sighed and ran his hand down his face, "May we… stay with you for a little while longer?" He asked the other couple and the two were eager to reply.
"Absolutely," Dean was the first to speak and he motioned for them all to follow, "Let's get outta here before someone calls the cops."
The group made their way back to the house, Michael answering to his brother as to what had happened the entire way back. "I told you already," he placed a reassuring hand on Cas' shoulder and reached up to wipe the tears away with his other, "Don't cry, Cas, I'm fine."
"I just… you always answer." Castiel sighed and hugged Michael again; he didn't care that he'd also need a shower and a change of clothes, "I don't know what I'd do without you, Mike."
"I do," Michael whispered with a smile and ruffled Cas' hair affectionately, "You'd move on."
Cas scoffed softly but took the hint, "You're awful sometimes, you know that?"
"Only sometimes."
"Don't be so modest Michael," Their Dean joined in, hanging an arm around the older Novak's shoulders and weighing him down, "You're awful most of the time, take some pride in it."
Jet smirked as the three joked around and glanced over at his friends, "Is it weird to see this kind of thing for you guys too?"
"What kind of thing?" Dean raised an eyebrow at him, still picking bits of worm guts off his coat.
"I dunno, the happy ending kind of thing."
Cas nodded a little, "Like having a house and visiting brothers and all that?"
"Basically."
The other three looked at one another then back to where Michael was slowly trying to walk with both his brother and brother in-law hanging off of him. "Yeah." "Kinda." "Just a bit." They answered in unison and Jet snorted back a laugh at the similar expressions they all wore.
Sam was the first one to claim the shower and all he wanted to do was drag Jet with him. The older male played with the idea of refusing but in the end he didn't, they walked up the stairs together hand-in-hand. It was warm, a kind feeling shared between them as they took those steps. Words could have been said but they didn't feel the need to speak just yet. Sam closed the door behind him and looked at Jet who had no hesitation within him, just a smile on his face and that familiarly mischievous look in his eyes.
They stood apart for a few seconds, Sam didn't dare move as Jet's eyes scanned him over, he felt like prey just watching the predator before being devoured. It was exhilarating and Sam hadn't ever felt such a rush just by standing across a bathroom from someone else. Then, ever so carefully, he started to unbutton his over-shirt. He'd only managed to undo one before Jet was on him, hands raked through Sam's hair and another mouth capturing his. They breathed in time with the other, a sharp inhalation and a shuddered release as their lips parted and tongues danced together.
Sam continued to undress himself until Jet's hands stopped him, a rough sort of comfort held him there and Sam waited. He let his partner do the job for him and leaned his head back, eyes closed, body relaxed against the willing touch. "Jet," he gasped lightly and reached into his lover's hair, feeling out the shape of his skull, down his neck and along the muscle of his shoulders. "I love you." He breathed between kisses and felt the little hitch in Jet's motion.
"I love you too," Jet shifted to look at him, they weren't any further apart and Sam was grateful for it. "Always."
They smiled again, eyes locked and unmoving for what felt like ages when suddenly a knock at the door made them both start. "I don't hear water running and you've been in there five minutes, hurry up!" Dean called through the door, "There are others who could use a cleanup too!"
Jet chuckled and kissed Sam again before pulling him in close, "Shut up, asshole."
"Seriously, I will kick this door in."
"Then do it, I don't think you'll enjoy the sight."
"Jet," Sam warned with a laugh and bit at his lover's earlobe, "He'd do it. Let's just get in the shower."
"Fine," Jet sighed and pulled away to remove his clothes without any ceremony or flare, and somehow that seemed more impressive to Sam than any flashy attempt to be sexy. "You're gonna regret stopping me though."
"Oh am I?" Sam chuckled and put his arms around his lover's shoulders again, this time he enjoyed the feeling of skin on his. It was a short moment of relearning Jet's muscles, the way their bodies moved against the other. Sam kissed Jet's cheek and trailed down his neck, a light gasp escaped him as Jet's hands slid down his sides and around to his back, fingers dipping into each crease and curving over the swell of his ass.
"Thought you wanted to start showering?" He teased, whispering in Sam's ear and sending a shiver down his spine.
"I do," Sam grabbed Jet's arm and dragged him in, they started the water and both jumped a little at the initial temperature.
"Fuck that's cold," Jet hissed with a laugh and held Sam a little tighter, "Jesus, a little warning next time."
"You saw me turn the tap." Sam almost giggled the words as Jet nibbled lightly on his neck, "You know you're impossible, right?"
"You like me that way." Jet grinned wildly and slid his hands down Sam's front, "C'mon, let's play a little." He smiled even wider at the sounds he'd earned for himself; Sam gasped lightly and leaned back with a moan as Jet's hands found their way lower. He wrapped his fingers around the sensitive skin of Sam's junk and fondled playfully before gripping his shaft.
Sam's hips jerked forward and he left himself at Jet's mercy, his skin felt like it burned with each smooth stroke of Jet's hand. His head fell back against his boyfriend's shoulder, body shuddering from the sensation building, it happened so rarely that it made every part of his body tingle. "Should… do this more often." He gasped and tilted his head to press his forehead against Jet's neck.
"Mm," Jet hummed in agreement and pushed his cheek against Sam's head affectionately, he explored the dips and curves of Sam's loins again. Fingers brushed against the smooth flesh of his thighs and then back to follow the hardening length of his cock. "I don't think I tell you how beautiful you are, how hot you make me."
"I think you do that all on your own." The words barely left his mouth before Jet spun him around; Sam's breath caught in his throat and he gasped at how cold the wall was. "Jet-oh!" he moaned his boyfriend's name like it was made of gold, dripping off his tongue with the sharp, meaningless words that fluttered out of him. Jet ground his hips up against Sam's, long legs wrapped around a slender but firm waist, it was that same strong hold Jet had that always made Sam's knees weak. The first time he remembered Jet surrendered to him, opened up and relented his control. Sam decided it was time to let himself go now, just let Jet lead him to see where he'd end up.
Jet's arms wrapped around him again, one hand found its way into his hair, the other slid down the curve of his spine and dipped under his ass. Sam groaned and opened his mouth to Jet's kisses, tongues touching and flicking over the other's in an attempt to taste him. The hot pressure of fingers pushing inside him hurt, it burned with the stretch and pull of his flesh but Sam didn't yield to it. He kept kissing his boyfriend, bit at Jet's bottom lip and dug his nails into the firm, shifting muscles to hold himself steady. Jet knew what he was doing, it only hurt for a little while, the pain lingered as they continued but Sam couldn't feel it past the pleasure.
His breath was heavy, his eyes couldn't pull his gaze from Jet's and they held that stare until Sam's snapped closed and he cried out again. Jet's fingers brushed his prostate with as much care as could be mustered in their position. He was on fire, his body ached and his mind ran wild with nothing but lust, love and complete trust. Sam didn't count the seconds, he wanted it to last forever, Jet held him so strongly against the wall, not once did he waver or shake and it only reminded Sam of the times before insanity happened. Before the void and the priest-hood, before incredible magic and strength filtered into their lives, Jet had been one of the strongest people he'd ever known.
"I love you," he gasped between kisses and felt the pull of a smile on Jet's face.
"I love you too." The words came out smooth and honest; Sam wanted to hold them forever, to feel Jet against his body as long as he possibly could.
Sam turned around at Jet's prompt and leaned forward, his body bent and rear stuck out for his boyfriend's leisure. He held his breath at the hot press of Jet's mouth against his anus; he hadn't quite expected the rimming but it wasn't unwelcome. They didn't have any lube with them and spit was the closest thing. More importantly it felt amazing, Sam barely caught a few of the moans and sighs that escaped him as he felt the wriggling tongue pushing around at him. Part of him thought using spit was undignified but then again, being dignified wasn't at all why he loved Jet.
Before he knew it he was against the wall again, this time it didn't feel nearly as cold but his skin felt even hotter than it had the last time so it wasn't much better. But Sam was too distracted to pay too much attention, he grit his teeth and lurched at the burning pressure of Jet's cock at his entrance. "Oh my god!" He gasped and scratched at Jet's back, "Jet! Ohhh." He could hear the soft moans in reply, the subtle compliments that he didn't quite catch, and the weight of Jet's breathing. It made him smile, to still hear the little grunts and whimpers mixed in with his despite their swapped positions.
"Fuck, Sam," Jet hissed and rested against him for a moment, their bodies kept warm by the other and the hot water that poured over them, they stayed relatively still for a few moments. It took some time to get used to it, Sam took a deep breath and relaxed, letting himself slide down Jet's dick until they'd lost all distance between them. They looked at one another, a smile shared between them and Sam felt like he was more important than anything else in the world.
"You have no idea what you do to me," he whispered and Jet laughed softly, his mouth barely opened to make the sound but it came across the same. He knew, because Sam did the same to him. They kissed again, the heat surrounding them flared between their lips and it felt all the more surreal as Jet's hips slowly shifted and pushed into him. Sam inhaled heavily through his nose, refusing to break the embrace, their lips stayed locked and moved together in a rhythm neither paid much attention to. It just worked.
Pressure built between them in their slow fuck, Sam hadn't realized the volume he'd reached or that the wall started to shake a little. He didn't notice how much harder he'd held onto Jet, or how deeply he may have scratched the skin. He lost himself in the moment, let himself fall into Jet's hands and just rode out his pleasure. His climax reached him in a snap, it shocked him and his body jolted as a sharp cry tore from his throat. He screamed, curses or Jet's name he wasn't sure, he wasn't even sure if there was a difference between the two options. Sam panted and grasped at Jet's arms as his boyfriend plowed him into the wall, when had it gotten that rough? He loved it.
Jet's breath hitched and he shuddered, his grip faltered only slightly as he whined quietly into Sam's shoulder, "Holy shit…"
"Right?" Sam huffed and ran his fingers into Jet's hair, they were soaked but he was pretty sure some of that had to have been sweat.
They looked at each other and smiled again, it felt like the same smile, Sam thought. He balled his hand up in Jet's hair and pulled his head up for another kiss. He loved the whimper it earned him, he loved the strength in Jet's arms and torso as he held him up, he loved Jet.
Finally Jet let him down and Sam felt his legs shake, he'd been so tense for so long, how much time had passed?
"I think Dean's gonna be pissed we're still in here." He laughed and Jet snorted at him in response.
"Just a bit."
Author's Note2:
Destiel smut next chapter.
Sorry for the late update guys!
Also shoutout to the Winchester1313 guest; kudos for reading this is such a short amount of time hahaha