Loverboy Pt 1
Title: Loverboy Pt. 1
Warning: May include Canadian spellings.
Disclaimer: I am not in anyway affiliated with the show, the network, or the boys. Please don't sue. I have nothing. These stories are purely fictional. Any similarities to real situations or people are coincidental, and in no way autobiographical - although I really wish they were.
Beta Thanks: Don't have a beta yet - but I am looking.
Author's Notes: Inspired by the FanFic100 Challenge, Number 10 - Years.
Dean at 15
Dean leans back against the brick wall, waiting.
He hears soft voices coming from around the corner.
He turns his head to listen. Her.
He touches the tip of his tongue to his top lip and holds it there for a moment, conjuring up the taste of her mouth. Sweet.
He purses his lips together.
The footsteps and voices are getting louder, closer.
He presses himself flat against the wall, waiting. Stalking.
His heart is racing, breaths getting shallower.
Waiting, waiting. Attack.
He steps out, right into her path.
She bumps into him, stumbles.
“Dean?!”
Her surprise is followed by a flash of recognition; then replaced with a smile.
He slips his hands around her waist, his mouth finding hers. He gently steps forward, pushing them both towards the wall.
“Dean!” she giggles. “You scared me.”
She looks towards her friends, who have stopped to watch.
They giggle in response. I wish a boy would kiss me like that…
“I don’t want to scare you,” he murmurs, leaning in for another kiss.
His hands move from her waist, one sliding up her back, the other down her hip. His thigh is between her legs. He raises his knee slightly until he feels her heat. His breath is hot on her neck. She moans, tilts her head back. He nuzzles her neck with his nose and places tender kisses where her shoulder and neck meet. She is melting under his mouth.
“Laura!”
She opens her eyes, searching for the source of the voice.
“We have to go.”
Laura sighs, bites her lip. Jealousmuch? She glares at her detractor and gives Dean a quick kiss, “I have this study group thing….”
He is looking right into her eyes, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. His eyes twinkle. He steps back, releasing her. “Well,” he says, his hands dropping to his sides. “I guess I should let you go then.” He smirks.
There are more giggles from behind him.
He runs a hand through his thick hair. He hasn’t broken eye contact yet.
Laura straightens up, steps away from the wall. “Later?”
He raises his eyebrows. “Later.”
He watches as she walks away with her friends.
He leans back against the brick wall, listening.
“Omigod,” says one of the girls’ voices. He can’t make out the rest of the words.
“….sooo hot!” More murmurs. He smiles to himself.
“… so much trouble….” All the voices are speaking at once.
“I know!” Laura’s voice rises against the rest.
Dean grins.