Fic: Lending A Hand - Angel/SPN, NC-17, Lindsey/Cas/Dean, Crossover, PWP
I have fic! The longest thing I have written in 2 ½ years! And most of it is porn. No, really, 18 pages long and 11 of those pages are sex. So, while not the longest piece of porn I have written in my life, very nearly so.
wolfrider89, it took a year and five days, but it’s DONE! Last year I was going to write you a birthday fic (1,500 words of some Dean/Cas I can’t even remember now) but then you started talking to me about Lindsey’s evil hand. And we spent an hour going, “Remember when the evil hand…” and by the time it was over, I knew I had to write you a story about Lindsey’s evil hand. I didn’t intend for this fic to have any sex in it, I swear! I don’t know how this happened, but I think you’ll enjoy the finished product.
Beta’d: By the never-endingly amazing vikingprincess. Seriously, you guys, like seriously.
Dedication: To wolfrider89! Lindsey may blame it all on his evil hand, but I blame it all on you! Which just makes me really happy you're my friend. Happy birthday, baby!
Summary: Like most things in his life these days, Lindsey blamed this whole thing on that damn evil hand. - Angel/Supernatural with Lindsey/Cas/Dean, Dean/Cas & hints at Angel/Wesley, Crossover, PWP, Rated NC-17 with the Warnings of uh, first time, virgin, threesome, oral, handjob, fingering, frottage & evil hands. 6,702 words.
Title: Lending A Hand
Author: The Artful Dodger / dodger_sister
Fandom: Angel/Supernatural
Category: Crossover, PWP
Characters/Pairing: Lindsey/Cas/Dean, Dean/Cas & hints at Angel/Wesley
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Uh, first time, virgin, threesome, oral, handjob, fingering, frottage & evil hands.
Spoilers: If you want to watch “Angel” and don’t know what I mean when I say ‘evil hand’, don’t read this.
Summary: Like most things in his life these days, Lindsey blamed this whole thing on that damn evil hand.
Word Count: 6,702 words.
Date Written: Sept. 2011 & Sept. 2012
Disclaimer: Neither "Angel" nor "Supernatural" belong to me. This perverse fic, however, does. Written not for profit, but purely for fun.
Feedback: Bring it. dodger_sister / TheArtofDodger@comcast.net
Beta’d: By the never-endingly amazing vikingprincess. Seriously, you guys, like seriously.
Author's Notes: In 2011, I had this idea for a story for wolfrider89's birthday that I can longer remember what it was. Because the night I meant to start it, she made a reference to Lindsey's evil hand and then we started going, "Do you remember when the evil hand did this..." and "Do you remember when the evil hand did that..." and before I knew it, I was writing Castiel curing Lindsey's evil hand. And then somehow I was writing Castiel curing Lindsey's evil hand and Lindsey thanking him with a threesome with Dean. As one does. This turn of events meant the fic was late. And then, sadly, I got really sick and didn't get it finished and couldn't recapture the porn flow I was in and so it sat on my computer, neglected, for a year. Until just before her birthday in 2012, when I picked it back up and was determined to finish it. I wrote half of this fic in one year and half in the other. This is one of the longest things I have finished in a long while and is definitely in the top three of porniest things I have ever written.
Author’s Notes #2: Set during season 4 of Angel and season 4 of Supernatural, which I know do not occur at the same time, but you know…/handwave timeline/.
Dedication: To wolfrider89! Lindsey may blame it all on his evil hand, but I blame it all on you! Which just makes me really happy you're my friend. Happy birthday, baby!
The first two times his damned evil hand slapped some random chick in a bar straight on the ass, Lindsey got a disgusted scowl from the woman in question.
The third time, he got a sharp slap to the face.
The fourth time, she had a boyfriend, who seemed to think he could take Lindsey - which was ridiculous since Wolfram & Hart had given him pretty extensive hand-to-hand combat lessons, as well as sword training.
Not that Lindsey had a sword on him in the bar.
The fifth time ended with the woman’s tongue down his throat.
Time #11 brought an extra twist, with the woman on her knees in the back alley behind the bar.
#17 was the first time the evil hand went for a man’s ass. The man was none too happy.
The 27th time, the woman had a boyfriend and he had six friends and Lindsey didn’t stand a chance.
He stopped counting after that.
If he had been counting, he would have realized that it was time #173 of grabbing some random ass in a craphole bar filled with smoke and the sounds of the jukebox playing bad 80s hair metal that finally saved his ass.
***
The man was leaning over the bar ordering another whiskey when Lindsey’s hand reached out and grabbed. It wasn’t even a slap this time, but a full-on squeeze. In the brief second he had to think about it, Lindsey assessed it was a pretty nice piece of meat he had latched onto there.
Then the man had him spun around, surprisingly quick and strong, and pinned up against the bar.
Even in this situation, Lindsey could appreciate the man was fucking hot. Long eyelashes, full lips and a body that looked like it could take whatever Lindsey threw at it.
He was going to enjoy this fight.
“Sorry,” he blurted first because it had kind of become instinct at this point. “My hand has a mind of its own.”
The man looked him up and down, then shook his head. “Dammit, this is not what I planned on doing with my night.”
Lindsey grinned. It was always encouraging when they spoke before they took a swing. “Yeah? What did you plan on doing with your night?” he asked with his best leer.
The man shrugged. “Drinking ‘till I passed the fuck out, probably.”
The man released his hold and took a step back, let his eyes trail up and down Lindsey one last time and then turned, walked away.
Lindsey straightened his clothes and was just about to turn to the bar again, when the man glanced back over his shoulder.
“You coming or what?”
***
The man took him back to a shitty little motel - only when they entered the room, Lindsey realized the man was living there. Two full-sized beds, both looked slept in and a few duffels were open on the table, clothes spilling out everywhere, a laptop propped up on one of the chairs.
“You got a roommate?” Lindsey asked. No need to get blindsided.
“Brother. He’s out,” the man answered, gestured towards the bed farthest from the window.
Lindsey took a seat on the end, started unbuttoning his shirt, while the man got them each a beer from the mini-fridge. Lindsey let his shirt fall from his shoulders, leaving him in his wife-beater.
The man stood in front of him, smirked. “So, let’s see it then.”
Lindsey wasn’t sure where this guy got off being so cocky but fuck, if he wanted a show, Lindsey would damn well give him one. He put his hands on his belt buckle, started to unfasten it when the man reached out, stilled his movements by covering his hands over Lindsey’s.
The guy was hot, it was totally natural that Lindsey shivered from the touch.
“Not that, genius,” he said, crouching down so all Lindsey really had to do was spread his legs. “I meant your hand.”
“Wait…what?” Lindsey asked and jerked away from the touch. What was this guy playing at?
“Dude, come on, I’ve been around the occult long enough to know an Evil Hand when I see one.”
Lindsey started, pulled himself back onto the bed, eyes wide. “Who the hell are you?”
“Dean Winchester, Hunter,” and the man grinned, gestured at the bits and pieces of Lindsey’s tattoos that he could see peaking out from under the tank-top. “You’ve had a few run-ins, I see.”
Dean Winchester. Father, John Winchester. Brother, Sam Winchester. Mother, Mary Campbell, died in a house fire. Hunters.
Lindsey had seen their family’s file pass across his desk at Wolfram & Hart more times than he cared to count. They’d never had to interfere but damn did trouble follow those boys everywhere. He wondered if he still worked at the firm, what the file would be saying about Dean these days.
“Dude, look,” Dean said and Lindsey recognized the placating tone to his voice for what it was - an attempt to get Lindsey not to bolt. “I’ve got someone who can help, if you want it. No strings.”
“No strings?” Lindsey asked incredulously. “No such thing, pretty-boy.”
Dean just shrugged. “It’s kind of my job - hunting evil. That hand,” he said and pointed right at it, “is evil.’
“Who do you have that can help?” Though he wasn’t sure he was sticking around, even if he liked the answer.
The man, Dean, looked up at the ceiling and grinned. “Hey, Cas? You got a sec?”
Lindsey looked up at the ceiling too. He knew Dean wasn’t talking to anyone in the room above them - Lindsey could hear the room above them otherwise occupied by what was probably a hooker and her john.
Dean just kept going. “It’ll literally only take a minute, man. Please? I’ll owe you.”
Then suddenly there was a man in the room with them, nothing preceding his entrance but a fluttering noise. The man was standing not four feet away, wearing a trenchcoat and a wrinkled suit and staring straight at Dean.
“You pledged yourself to me, Dean,” this new intruder said in a gravely voice. “You will always owe me.”
Dean just grinned. “So how are you with evil hands?”
***
Angels.
Lindsey had met a few in his time. There was one liked to strut around the office at Wolfram & Hart like he owned the place, which he most assuredly did not. The Partners had an uneasy truce with the heavenly beings, at best.
That angel had been in a much older vessel and he had been snarky and calculating, which meant he fit right in at the boardroom, but he certainly wouldn’t be helping a guy like Lindsey out with no motives except for being asked.
Not like this angel. Nothing like this angel.
Currently Cas, as Dean kept calling him, or Castiel as he told Lindsey when he had offered the angel his hand - his hand that Cas had just stared at like it was a foreign entity - was crouched down in front of Lindsey, tracing a pattern on the palm of his hand over and over. It sent a warmth through Lindsey that made something in him stir, but Lindsey couldn’t fathom what it was, just that his fingers tingled, then his arm, then down to the base of his spine. Cas muttered something under his breath, kept tracing on Lindsey’s palm and suddenly a sharp pain rushed through him with an intensity he had never felt before.
He tried to scream, but it was soundless and his mouth opened and shut a few times of its own accord. He reached up, his free hand coming to grab at the back of Cas’ neck, thread his fingers through the short hairs there, grip hard and tight as something uncoiled inside him and released.
He couldn’t see anything except the blue eyes staring unblinkingly at him and he thought Castiel was saying something, but all Lindsey could hear was the rush of noise in his ear, like the thunder of a dying storm.
And then, just as quickly as it had started, it all stopped.
Lindsey held his breath a moment to see if the world had stopped as well.
Cas’ hand, the one not still gripping Lindsey’s own, came up and stroked at his cheek, soft and unsure.
“Are you all right?” he asked, voice raw with strain, like he had been screaming out the sound Lindsey had been unable to make.
“I…yeah, I think so,” Lindsey answered, suddenly at a loss.
He had never been good with thank yous.
Least of all when he didn’t feel he deserved the help in the first place.
“How do you feel?” Cas asked and Lindsey honestly had to stop and think about it.
He felt odd, but not bad and his hand felt warm, wrapped in Cas’ own. The angel was staring up at him with an intensity that had Lindsey unnerved and captivated all at once and he thought maybe this angel was more than a little different from the one he used to know, what felt like all those years ago at Wolfram & Hart.
“I feel…lighter,” Lindsey said and that was the best he could do right now and he felt suddenly vulnerable and at a loss for words.
“It shouldn’t give you any more problems,” Castiel told him, voice still used and torn.
Lindsey wanted to say thank you but something in his chest felt tight and hot and he couldn’t find the words. Castiel was starting to stand now and Lindsey felt a panic at the thought that he was pulling his hand away and he knew he needed to say something, do something. On instinct, he flexed the hand still on Cas’ neck and pulled the angel towards him, pressed their lips together, almost chaste. Cas didn’t move, didn’t open his mouth or reciprocate in anyway, other than the shudder that ran through his whole body.
When Lindsey pulled back, the angel’s eyes were blown wide and he was tentatively running his tongue along his own lips, tasting where Lindsey had just been.
Lindsey swallowed, looked down at his feet. “Thank you,” he whispered, finding his words at last, and then Cas was grabbing him with both hands, gripping his shoulders and hauling him to his feet with an inhuman strength.
Lindsey would be lying if he said it wasn’t a turn-on.
Cas crushed their lips together again, hard and urgent. Lindsey wasted no time, pressing back against him, prodding at the angel’s lips with his tongue. He pushed his way past and inside, stroking over Cas’ tongue and teeth until he responded in kind, tangling them together and pulling Lindsey into a spiral of wet and warmth.
“So…I guess I’ll just…yeah,” Dean said from somewhere near the door and Lindsey knew he was making to leave them.
Cas jerked away from him, breathed out hard and said, “No.” It was a command and Dean stopped moving immediately, looked at Castiel with questioning eyes.
They stared at each other for a second, a moment, before Cas said, soft and uncertain, “Please?”
Dean licked his lips, like an afterthought and took one single step towards them. “Cas?” he asked, his voice cracked and nearly broken, like he was waiting to be struck down by something bigger than them all.
The angel in front of him shuddered almost violently, before breathing out the softest sound that Lindsey had ever heard.
“Stay.”
***
Dean was behind Cas, had stripped him of the trench, tie and suit jacket, and had his hands splayed across Cas’s belly, up under his dress shirt. Dean’s face was buried in the crook of Castiel’s neck, mouth moving over the skin there, marking the angel.
Lindsey had pulled off his own tank and was working the buttons loose on Cas’ shirt, undoing them slowly, loving the way the angel responded with a shudder every time skin brushed skin. Cas was alternating between arching into Dean’s mouth and pushing into Lindsey’s touch, head thrown back, eyes fluttering half-closed, hands enclosed over Dean’s own.
Dean pulled away long enough to get his own shirts off and Cas whimpered at the loss, even as he pressed into where Lindsey was raking his fingernails down the angel’s chest.
“Dean!” Cas cried, as Lindsey thumbed at the angel’s nipple.
“Ssshhh,” Dean said and moved back in, pressed himself flush against Cas’ back. “I’ve got you, Cas. I’ve got you.”
Lindsey pushed the shirt completely off Castiel, let it fall to the floor and Dean spun him around, pulled Cas towards him by the waistband of his pants.
“Dean,” Cas whispered, hands coming up to lay flat across the man’s chest.
Lindsey expected them to latch right onto each other, but instead they stopped with their foreheads pressed together, breathing into one another.
Castiel was shaking.
“Cas,” Dean whispered back. “Cas, Cas, Cas…” and the angel reached up, splayed one palm across the burn mark of a single hand that was imprinted on Dean’s shoulder and that was all it took - Dean was surging forward, smashing their lips together, ungraceful and hungry, like quenching a thirst at the end of a drought.
Like they were climbing inside each other.
Like they were seeing the dawn of something that had been coming for a very long time.
If Lindsey were a better man, he would have gathered his things and left them alone, left them to whatever this was he was witnessing.
But he was hard, straining against the material of his pants and frankly, Lindsey had never been that good of a man to begin with.
So instead, he stripped down to his boxers and settled back on the bed, enjoyed the show.
Dean undid Cas’ slacks, reached one hand down inside and stroked over the angel’s hard length. Cas was whimpering, delicious little noises, like he had never been touched before. When Lindsey caught Dean’s eye, he raised an eyebrow and Dean mouthed the word Lindsey guessed he had known from the start.
“Virgin.”
“Fuck,” Lindsey breathed out, “That is so fucking hot, man.”
Cas jerked, made a startled noise, like he had forgotten Lindsey was even there. The angel leaned forward, nuzzled into Dean’s shoulder and the other man took the opportunity to push Cas’ pants down completely, underwear and all.
It was a damn fine sight from where Lindsey was sitting.
Dean wrapped his hand around Castiel’s cock again and the angel bucked hard, made a keening noise deep in his chest.
“Sssshhh,” Dean said and let go, bent down to help Cas finish undressing and then pushed him back towards the bed.
As soon as Cas hit the mattress, Lindsey was on him, rolling them both so they were on their sides facing each other. He pushed his lips almost frantically against Cas’ own, pushed his hips against him as well. Cas’ hands were sort of flailing at his sides and Lindsey grabbed one, threaded it through his own hair and then took the other, placing it on his hip. Cas gripped hard, pulled Lindsey flush against him and started an erratic motion of pushing their hips together that wasn’t much classier than two teenage boys getting each other off.
Lindsey kind of liked that though, letting Castiel lead it, letting him feel it out for himself.
He kept driving his tongue into Cas’ mouth and stroking his hand down Cas’ back and enjoying the thrusts that occasionally lined Cas’ wet leaking cock up with Lindsey’s own, which he was not ashamed to say was soaking through his boxers like it hadn’t since high school.
Lindsey was so engrossed in getting Castiel to make those little whimpering noises into his mouth, that he didn’t notice Dean had joined them until the other man was pushing Lindsey onto his back and grinning down at him.
“My turn.”
***
Dean had gotten both their boxers off, so all three of them were ass-naked and was straddling Lindsey’s hips, holding him down with a hand on each shoulder and taking full advantage of Lindsey’s lips, his tongue, his neck, that spot right behind his earlobe.
Lindsey alternated between arching into every nip of teeth and stroke of tongue, and half-heartedly attempting to push Dean off him. Every time Lindsey would push up, throw his weight into it, Dean would growl low and dark and push right back.
It got Lindsey to hard pretty damn fast.
He had brief images of what that would look like - him and Dean throwing each other across the room, slamming into each other, fighting it out until one of them had the other pinned and begging. Sometimes it really was too bad Lindsey didn’t do repeat performances - that was a show he’d like to see.
When Lindsey caught sight of Castiel, laid out on the bed next to them, gripping the sheets tight like just the sight of them was enough to drive him to orgasm, Lindsey pushed back on Dean a little harder.
“Neglecting your boy,” he said and Dean bit deep into Lindsey’s shoulder, leaving a mark they both knew would be there for days, before he pulled off. The other man was panting, hair plastered to his head with sweat and Lindsey didn’t have to look down to know Dean was hard as a fucking rock, his belly sticky with pre-cum.
Dean looked at Cas, reached out one hand to stroke down the angel’s cheek. “What do you want, sweetheart?” he asked and how the hell had the man’s voice gotten so deep, so abused?
Cas opened his mouth like he had an answer and then closed it again and Lindsey wondered if there were too many options in his head or not enough.
“I want to suck him,” Lindsey offered and he couldn’t be sure which one of them groaned, but then Dean was scrambling off him and Cas was reaching out, tugging one of Lindsey’s hands in an attempt to pull the man closer.
Lindsey decided there had been enough foreplay and went straight to settling himself between Cas’ legs.
He placed his hands on Castiel’s knees, trying to push the angel’s legs apart, but Cas was arching up into nothing and his legs were clenching shut and Lindsey couldn’t budge him.
“Distract him or something, would ya’?” he asked Dean and waited until the other man had settled next to them, turning Cas’ head so they were facing one another and then started placing soft kisses all over Castiel’s face.
“Just relax for him, Cas. Open up, baby. I’ve got you.”
While Dean moved his lips in a trail along Castiel’s face, Lindsey mouthed his own way up the inside of Castiel’s inner thigh.
There really was nothing like the thrill of hearing an angel whimper your name.
***
Dean and Cas were making out like the homecoming dance had just ended, wet sounds echoing around the motel room. Added to it was the noise of Lindsey sucking eagerly on the head of Castiel’s cock, lips moving up and down in slow swipes, barely getting any of the length into his mouth. The first touch of his tongue had Castiel screaming in a way that made Lindsey expect a knock on the door, even in this shithole where everyone minded their own business.
So Lindsey went slow, let Dean taste Castiel’s mouth and run his hands, his fingers all over Cas’ body, while Lindsey slowly took him in, inch by inch.
But there was that problem where Lindsey was not a patient man.
“Dean,” he said and waited a beat for the man to meet his eyes. “Hold his hips.”
Dean pressed his arm across Castiel’s waist, went to work mouthing over the angel’s nipple. Cas was muttering, “Dean, Dean, Dean,” in broken little gasps and petting awkwardly at any part of the man’s body he could reach; the top of Dean’s head, down the back of his neck, his forearm, his ribcage.
Lindsey took his tongue, licked across the very tip of Castiel’s cock, let it just touch his slit, waited while the angel tried to lift his hips and was thwarted by the way Dean was pressing against him.
Then Lindsey opened his mouth and went down in one fluid motion.
In hindsight, not his best idea.
In an instant, Dean was thrown backwards, Cas’ hips pushing up, his whole length shoved unceremoniously so far down Lindsey’s throat that his voice would be wrecked for a week.
“Dean!” It was a near inhuman noise and Lindsey was a little put-out that he was the one choking on it and Cas was screaming out Dean’s name.
He pulled off and Cas reached out blindly for him, grabbed Lindsey and latched onto his right wrist, yanked until the man was laying face first against Cas’ groin.
“Fuck,” Dean muttered from the other side of the bed. “Dude, he’s still an angel.”
“Yeah, I got that,” Lindsey said into Castiel’s skin and pushed himself back up.
“Sorry, sorry,” Cas whispered and he was looking at the far wall and Lindsey took a mental step back to realize the damn angel was blushing.
“It’s alright,” Lindsey said slowly. “My fault. Gotta warn a guy.”
Dean slid back over, twined his fingers with Castiel until the angel looked at his friend.
“Want you to do something for me,” Dean said, low and dark, looking at the angel through his eyelashes with a predatory gaze Lindsey was maybe a little jealous wasn’t directed at him.
“Anything,” Cas breathed out and the devotion was hanging so heavy in the air, a knot in Lindsey’s heart twisted.
He’d heard something like that before, a long time ago, in what felt like another life. But it hadn’t been directed at him. Never at him.
“Want you to jerk me,” Dean said. “Want you to wrap your fingers around me and make me feel good, Cas.”
If Castiel has been embarrassed and put out of the moment a second ago, Dean had done a pretty damn good job of bringing him back into it.
Now if Lindsey could just learn to go slow.
***
Lindsey had watched, entranced, while Cas reached out a tentative hand and wrapped his slender fingers around Dean’s length. Dean’s eyelids had fluttered shut, almost of their own accord and there was something that flitted across his face, quick and almost unseen and Lindsey couldn’t pinpoint what it was.
Then Castiel was moving his hand, grip loose, and Dean was both pushing up into it and pulling away at the same time.
“Hey, hey,” Lindsey said, soft and almost soothing. “Hang on, Cas. Here,” and he spit on his hand and gently pushed Castiel’s own away from Dean before taking him in hand and coating Dean’s cock with spit and his own slick.
“Better?” Lindsey asked and Dean nodded, reached for him. Lindsey leaned up, pressed his mouth against Dean and moved with him in slow sure movements, no tongue or teeth, just lips and wet and the low hum of Dean’s contentment.
Lindsey pulled back and Castiel was watching them, intense and almost dark. Lindsey knew lust when he saw it but he had never imagined it would look so good on the angel. Almost as if Cas was waiting to devour them both and at this point, Lindsey thought he might just let him.
“Go ahead, Castiel,” he said and noticed the way Cas jerked at the sound of his name. “Take care of your boy.”
Castiel spit on his hand, though it was probably unnecessary at this point, and went back to gripping Dean’s hard cock, full and fucking gorgeous, jutting out between his legs. They both watched Dean’s face and Lindsey encouraged Castiel as he went,.
“There, see he liked that. Do that again,” he said when Dean pushed his hips up into a particular motion. “Just like that,” when Dean’s eyes fell shut and he moaned out, long and low and straight through to Lindsey’s dick. “Little tighter,” when he caught Dean trying to pump into the hand around him.
“Fuck, fuck, Cas,” Dean muttered as the angel finally hit the right rhythm, threw himself into it. Dean opened his eyes and when he saw Cas, dark and raw, staring straight at him with something akin to possession, Dean clawed at the bed-sheets in sheer desperation.
“Holy fuck, fuck, fuck,” Dean breathed out.
And Castiel actually smirked.
It was honestly the best sight Lindsey had seen in a very long time.
***
He gave them a moment - not too long because he wanted Dean to last through this - and then he settled back between Cas’ legs, slowly opened them, spread him out. Castiel leaned back a little and Lindsey pushed another pillow behind the angel’s head so he could still see Dean’s face, watch the way his hand moved over the skin of him.
“Castiel,” he said and waited until the angel had met his eyes. “I am going to take my tongue and lick it up your cock now.”
Castiel just nodded and swallowed hard. Dean took Cas’ hand and removed it from where it was still loosely fisting him.
“Just don’t want you to break anything,” he said when Cas raised a questioning eyebrow at him.
This time when Lindsey touched his tongue against Cas’ hard length, the angel threw his head back onto the pillows and moaned out a sound so deep and guttural, it would have shredded anyone else’s voice for days.
Lindsey involuntarily pushed his own cock against the bed beneath himself at the sound of it.
“Now I am going to put you in my mouth,” he told the angel and Castiel nodded but didn’t meet his eyes or pick his head up.
He went slow, little bit at a time, but other than deep ragged breaths, Cas made no sound and held still, so Lindsey kept going.
Kept going until he was bottomed out, opening his throat, taking everything Cas had to give him.
“Holy shit, that’s hot,” Dean said above his head.
“I can…I can…I can jerk you more, Dean,” Castiel told him but somehow Lindsey doubted Castiel could do much of anything right now.
He held him for as long as he could and then moved up and off, took in a deep breath and the smell of Cas hit him so hard, Lindsey pressed against the mattress again, throwing self-respect to the wind and outright dry-humping against it - once, twice, three times - before Dean’s hand came up to rest on the small of his back.
“Let me,” he said, mouth against the shell of Lindsey’s ear. “Give you a little hand,” and Lindsey could hear the tease in it.
“Yeah, yeah,” he answered and then, “Cas, I’m going down again.”
Castiel didn’t respond, just put a hand on the top of Lindsey’s head, tangled his fingers in the hair there.
Lindsey opened his throat again, lowered himself until he was face-down in Castiel’s crotch, sweat and skin and slick against him. Dean reached under Lindsey. From this angle Dean couldn’t quite get a grip on him the way Lindsey would have liked, but at this point he was so desperate for touch that anything was good with him.
At first it was just one lone finger, rubbing along the back of Lindsey’s dick, but it was enough to make him moan, a short abrupt noise that muffled against the cock in his mouth.
Castiel must have liked the vibration of it because he gripped harder at Lindsey’s hair and whispered, “Yes, yes, Lindsey,” and then a little louder, more sure of himself, “More of that, please,” the last word so obviously needy and begging that Lindsey was pressing back down onto the mattress with it. Only Dean’s hand was still there and he got trapped, fingers curling around Lindsey’s balls and holy shit, it was good and perfect and just what Lindsey needed.
“Like that?” Dean asked, breath in his ear and Lindsey realized the other man was up on his knees now, free hand trailing down Lindsey’s back. “Can I touch you?” Dean asked and Lindsey was confused for a moment as to what Dean meant. Then his hand went lower, palm pressing across his ass, across his hole, and Lindsey was pushing up into it and then pushing back down into the hand trapped under him.
He pulled off Castiel, tongue trailing across his tip as he went. “Fuck, yes, Dean,” he said then and the sound of his own voice, used and torn, shocked him. He watched Dean put a finger in his mouth, suck it wet before running it down his back.
Lindsey actually felt his hole spasm in anticipation. A low keening noise sounded then and Lindsey suddenly realized it was himself, begging Dean to do it, to touch him there.
“Sssshhh,” Dean whispered and trailed the finger along his crack, pressed it gently against his tight hole. “Cas, why don’t you give him something to do?” Dean suggested and Castiel complied, pushing Lindsey back towards his cock with slight but firm pressure.
Lindsey opened for it, took him in, mouth moving up and down in a sure motion, but still unable to stop the moans from spilling out of it. Dean pushed against him, the very tip of his finger breeching Lindsey, pushing its way inside. Castiel was making sobbing noises above him and Lindsey was rocking back and forth between Dean’s hand and his finger and then Dean was forcing the finger farther in, crooking just so and rubbing across Lindsey’s most sensitive spot. Lindsey screamed, muffled but roaring to his own ears and then the soft sound of Dean’s voice broke through, firm and commanding, saying, “I want you to come now, Cas.”
Just as quick, the angel was flooding Lindsey’s mouth, coming in one long spurt and making a noise akin to a banshee, though not as high-pitched as the last banshee Lindsey had encountered.
“DeanDeanDean,” and it was like a chant, like it was the only word the angel knew right then and Dean was slowly removing his finger from Lindsey, despite the protests he received and then removing his hand from under him as well.
“Castiel, look at me,” Dean said and Lindsey pulled up to wipe at his own mouth in time to see them kissing, hard and hot on Dean’s part, though Castiel looked like he barely had the energy to lift his head. “So good for me,” Dean said against the angel’s mouth and then he was turning back to Lindsey with a wicked gleam in his eyes and Lindsey ached with it.
“You’re up,” he said and leaned forward to lick the corners of Lindsey’s mouth clean and then he was tugging Lindsey up the bed and Lindsey went willingly.
***
Dean had seemed to think he was going to be in charge of this, pushing Lindsey onto his back and settling between his legs. He started rocking against him and there was so much slick between them that they slid against one another without any friction.
It felt good. It felt really good.
But Lindsey wasn’t one to give up his control so easily and even though a part of him wanted to really fight Dean for it, wanted to put all his pent up everything into getting Dean Winchester to submit, he was well aware of the sated and blissed out angel on the bed next to them.
So instead he waited until Dean was preoccupied, licking over the bite mark he had left on Lindsey earlier, before he made his move. He wrapped his legs around Dean’s waist, let the other man press flush against him with a groan, teeth sinking into Lindsey’s soft flesh again, before he pushed with his upper half, locked his legs around Dean and rolled them.
Flipped them right over, so Lindsey was on top and Dean was looking up at him with a stunned expression and a little smirk playing at the edges of his mouth.
“Cheater,” Dean said but he didn’t sound all that upset about it, to be honest.
Dean lifted his arms to push back at Lindsey, regain the control, but Lindsey just snagged both Dean’s wrists in his hand and pulled the other man’s arms up over his head.
“I could get out of this flimsy grip, you know,” Dean said, almost conversationally.
“And I could just jerk off all over your boy there and leave you to deal with yourself, but neither of us really wants that, do we?”
Dean arched his hips to try to get some pressure but Lindsey kept his own at a distance, waited for Dean to answer him with a shake of his head.
“Good boy. Now you lay still, Dean, alright?”
Lindsey slowly removed his hand from Dean’s own and watched to make sure he left his arms there, up above his head, hands clenching and unclenching with his restraint. When he was satisfied Dean was going to behave, Lindsey lowered himself against the other man, lined their cocks up so they were rubbing over one another, and braced himself on his forearms. He pushed against Dean and the first touch had his body tightening up with little sparks running underneath his skin. Dean was so hard and firm and hot beneath him and it was absolutely the best thing Lindsey had felt in a long time.
He picked up the pace then, using his arms and hips to rock himself against Dean in hard quick thrusts, the sound of their skin against each other filling the room. It was rough and ungraceful and perfect, the feel of Dean beneath him, the sound of the other man struggling for breath and whining into Lindsey’s ear with every thrust.
“Now, Dean,” Lindsey said, something thrilling through him, a long forgotten love for handing out orders. “I want you to come for me. Can you do that, Dean?”
“Nuh,” Dean said, but his eyes slammed shut and then Lindsey was pressing down against him one last time and Dean was making a choked off noise and his whole body pulled tight beneath Lindsey, back arching up even as his head snapped backwards and Lindsey could feel the release on his skin, clinging to him along with the sweat and his own slick there.
Lindsey pressed his mouth against the underside of Dean’s jaw, mouthed there, let the evening stubble scrape across his lips. Then he was rocking again, harder and faster and almost violent in a way he would never with someone who wasn’t this man - Dean Winchester, hunter. Dean kept up a low whine and Lindsey knew he was sensitive now and every push must be sending aftershocks through his whole body and it only made Lindsey pick up his speed, race towards his own finish.
Then he felt a hand at the small of his back and a graveled voice asked, “Can I touch you?” and Lindsey could only grunt in response.
“Do it, Cas,” Dean said, voice shaky and drained. “He wants it.”
Castiel’s finger trailed down his back and circled around Lindsey’s hole before suddenly tapping him there - once, twice - and Lindsey’s whole body shook with the force of it and he was coming then, long and just as rough as his thrusting had been and he was collapsing on top of Dean before he was even finished, whole body still seizing up even as he fell forward.
There was a long moment of silence and all Lindsey could hear was the rush in his ears that gave way to the deep breaths of his companions and his own shallow gasps for air. Castiel took his hand back and settled next to them and Lindsey swore when he looked over, the damn angel was smiling at them, pleased and sated and looking utterly debauched.
It was not a bad look on him.
***
Dean went to the bathroom, cleaned himself up before coming out with two washcloths. He tossed one at Lindsey’s head with a grin before settling on the side of the bed and cleaning Castiel up with soft touches.
“I can do that myself,” Cas told him in reproach.
“Would you just let someone else take care of you for a change?” Dean said but it was laced with affection and Castiel let out an exasperated sigh before settling back and letting Dean continue cleaning him up.
Dean climbed back into bed after that and he and Lindsey settled with the angel between them, Dean tucking his arm around Castiel and letting Cas rest his head on Dean’s chest.
Lindsey’s eyelids were drooping and he fought off sleep for a few moments. Normally he would never consider falling asleep in bed with a stranger, let alone two strangers and in fact, he rarely stuck around after anyways. But he had read Dean’s file enough to know that the man only got violent when he was threatened.
Or when his family was threatened.
To tell the truth, Lindsey was probably safer in bed with a Winchester and an angel than he had been since the day he was born, even before Holland Manners had come into his life. And the bed was reasonably comfortable and the night’s activities - the whole evil hand ritual included - had taken its toll on him.
So Lindsey let himself relax, eyes falling closed.
He could hear his bedmates arguing next to him.
“But I don’t sleep,” Castiel was saying with irritation.
“Then just close your eyes and enjoy the moment,” Dean told him in a huff and then quieter, less sure, “Just don’t go yet.”
The last thing Lindsey heard before he drifted off was Castiel’s reply.
“I will stay for a little while then.”
***
They were both still sleeping when Lindsey got up to shower. Or at least, Dean was sleeping and Cas was doing whatever angels do when their eyes are closed.
The shower was hot and Lindsey felt a near weight roll off him as he stood there, letting the steam surround him. He came back out and was mostly dressed, doing up the buttons of his shirt, when he noticed Dean’s eyes were open.
Castiel was still tucked up against him and the sheet was slung low across their waists and they both looked pretty content for two guys who lived the kind of lives they did.
“I’d say you don’t have to take off,” Dean told him, “But I know my own kind when I see it. I’m kind of surprised you stuck around this long.”
“Yeah, well, places to go now,” Lindsey said and sat down on the other bed, the one that Dean had said his brother was using - Sam, Lindsey’s brain supplied - and started putting on his boots, pulling the laces tight.
“Where are you off to?’ Dean asked and Castiel stirred against him, one hand coming up to rest over Dean’s heart before the angel settled back down again.
“L.A., I think,” Lindsey told him, surprising even himself with the answer. “I have some unfinished business there.”
“You don’t seem like an L.A. kind of guy.”
Lindsey shrugged and stood. “Well, I seemed to work wonders with the hunter and his angel,” he told Dean and leaned over the bed, pressed his lips against Dean’s own for the briefest of seconds before pulling back. “I thought I’d go see about helping out a watcher and his vampire.”
He didn’t miss the intrigued look on Dean’s face as he leaned over again, pressing a kiss to the top of Castiel’s head before heading towards the motel door.
“A what and his what now?” Dean asked and when Lindsey looked back over at him, he had pushed himself up on one elbow and was staring straight at Lindsey. “Who are you?” he asked.
Lindsey just grinned. “Lindsey McDonald, Attorney At Law,” and then he was letting himself out into the night, the door clicking shut behind him.
The End
wolfrider89, it took a year and five days, but it’s DONE! Last year I was going to write you a birthday fic (1,500 words of some Dean/Cas I can’t even remember now) but then you started talking to me about Lindsey’s evil hand. And we spent an hour going, “Remember when the evil hand…” and by the time it was over, I knew I had to write you a story about Lindsey’s evil hand. I didn’t intend for this fic to have any sex in it, I swear! I don’t know how this happened, but I think you’ll enjoy the finished product.
Beta’d: By the never-endingly amazing vikingprincess. Seriously, you guys, like seriously.
Dedication: To wolfrider89! Lindsey may blame it all on his evil hand, but I blame it all on you! Which just makes me really happy you're my friend. Happy birthday, baby!
Summary: Like most things in his life these days, Lindsey blamed this whole thing on that damn evil hand. - Angel/Supernatural with Lindsey/Cas/Dean, Dean/Cas & hints at Angel/Wesley, Crossover, PWP, Rated NC-17 with the Warnings of uh, first time, virgin, threesome, oral, handjob, fingering, frottage & evil hands. 6,702 words.
Title: Lending A Hand
Author: The Artful Dodger / dodger_sister
Fandom: Angel/Supernatural
Category: Crossover, PWP
Characters/Pairing: Lindsey/Cas/Dean, Dean/Cas & hints at Angel/Wesley
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Uh, first time, virgin, threesome, oral, handjob, fingering, frottage & evil hands.
Spoilers: If you want to watch “Angel” and don’t know what I mean when I say ‘evil hand’, don’t read this.
Summary: Like most things in his life these days, Lindsey blamed this whole thing on that damn evil hand.
Word Count: 6,702 words.
Date Written: Sept. 2011 & Sept. 2012
Disclaimer: Neither "Angel" nor "Supernatural" belong to me. This perverse fic, however, does. Written not for profit, but purely for fun.
Feedback: Bring it. dodger_sister / TheArtofDodger@comcast.net
Beta’d: By the never-endingly amazing vikingprincess. Seriously, you guys, like seriously.
Author's Notes: In 2011, I had this idea for a story for wolfrider89's birthday that I can longer remember what it was. Because the night I meant to start it, she made a reference to Lindsey's evil hand and then we started going, "Do you remember when the evil hand did this..." and "Do you remember when the evil hand did that..." and before I knew it, I was writing Castiel curing Lindsey's evil hand. And then somehow I was writing Castiel curing Lindsey's evil hand and Lindsey thanking him with a threesome with Dean. As one does. This turn of events meant the fic was late. And then, sadly, I got really sick and didn't get it finished and couldn't recapture the porn flow I was in and so it sat on my computer, neglected, for a year. Until just before her birthday in 2012, when I picked it back up and was determined to finish it. I wrote half of this fic in one year and half in the other. This is one of the longest things I have finished in a long while and is definitely in the top three of porniest things I have ever written.
Author’s Notes #2: Set during season 4 of Angel and season 4 of Supernatural, which I know do not occur at the same time, but you know…/handwave timeline/.
Dedication: To wolfrider89! Lindsey may blame it all on his evil hand, but I blame it all on you! Which just makes me really happy you're my friend. Happy birthday, baby!
The first two times his damned evil hand slapped some random chick in a bar straight on the ass, Lindsey got a disgusted scowl from the woman in question.
The third time, he got a sharp slap to the face.
The fourth time, she had a boyfriend, who seemed to think he could take Lindsey - which was ridiculous since Wolfram & Hart had given him pretty extensive hand-to-hand combat lessons, as well as sword training.
Not that Lindsey had a sword on him in the bar.
The fifth time ended with the woman’s tongue down his throat.
Time #11 brought an extra twist, with the woman on her knees in the back alley behind the bar.
#17 was the first time the evil hand went for a man’s ass. The man was none too happy.
The 27th time, the woman had a boyfriend and he had six friends and Lindsey didn’t stand a chance.
He stopped counting after that.
If he had been counting, he would have realized that it was time #173 of grabbing some random ass in a craphole bar filled with smoke and the sounds of the jukebox playing bad 80s hair metal that finally saved his ass.
***
The man was leaning over the bar ordering another whiskey when Lindsey’s hand reached out and grabbed. It wasn’t even a slap this time, but a full-on squeeze. In the brief second he had to think about it, Lindsey assessed it was a pretty nice piece of meat he had latched onto there.
Then the man had him spun around, surprisingly quick and strong, and pinned up against the bar.
Even in this situation, Lindsey could appreciate the man was fucking hot. Long eyelashes, full lips and a body that looked like it could take whatever Lindsey threw at it.
He was going to enjoy this fight.
“Sorry,” he blurted first because it had kind of become instinct at this point. “My hand has a mind of its own.”
The man looked him up and down, then shook his head. “Dammit, this is not what I planned on doing with my night.”
Lindsey grinned. It was always encouraging when they spoke before they took a swing. “Yeah? What did you plan on doing with your night?” he asked with his best leer.
The man shrugged. “Drinking ‘till I passed the fuck out, probably.”
The man released his hold and took a step back, let his eyes trail up and down Lindsey one last time and then turned, walked away.
Lindsey straightened his clothes and was just about to turn to the bar again, when the man glanced back over his shoulder.
“You coming or what?”
***
The man took him back to a shitty little motel - only when they entered the room, Lindsey realized the man was living there. Two full-sized beds, both looked slept in and a few duffels were open on the table, clothes spilling out everywhere, a laptop propped up on one of the chairs.
“You got a roommate?” Lindsey asked. No need to get blindsided.
“Brother. He’s out,” the man answered, gestured towards the bed farthest from the window.
Lindsey took a seat on the end, started unbuttoning his shirt, while the man got them each a beer from the mini-fridge. Lindsey let his shirt fall from his shoulders, leaving him in his wife-beater.
The man stood in front of him, smirked. “So, let’s see it then.”
Lindsey wasn’t sure where this guy got off being so cocky but fuck, if he wanted a show, Lindsey would damn well give him one. He put his hands on his belt buckle, started to unfasten it when the man reached out, stilled his movements by covering his hands over Lindsey’s.
The guy was hot, it was totally natural that Lindsey shivered from the touch.
“Not that, genius,” he said, crouching down so all Lindsey really had to do was spread his legs. “I meant your hand.”
“Wait…what?” Lindsey asked and jerked away from the touch. What was this guy playing at?
“Dude, come on, I’ve been around the occult long enough to know an Evil Hand when I see one.”
Lindsey started, pulled himself back onto the bed, eyes wide. “Who the hell are you?”
“Dean Winchester, Hunter,” and the man grinned, gestured at the bits and pieces of Lindsey’s tattoos that he could see peaking out from under the tank-top. “You’ve had a few run-ins, I see.”
Dean Winchester. Father, John Winchester. Brother, Sam Winchester. Mother, Mary Campbell, died in a house fire. Hunters.
Lindsey had seen their family’s file pass across his desk at Wolfram & Hart more times than he cared to count. They’d never had to interfere but damn did trouble follow those boys everywhere. He wondered if he still worked at the firm, what the file would be saying about Dean these days.
“Dude, look,” Dean said and Lindsey recognized the placating tone to his voice for what it was - an attempt to get Lindsey not to bolt. “I’ve got someone who can help, if you want it. No strings.”
“No strings?” Lindsey asked incredulously. “No such thing, pretty-boy.”
Dean just shrugged. “It’s kind of my job - hunting evil. That hand,” he said and pointed right at it, “is evil.’
“Who do you have that can help?” Though he wasn’t sure he was sticking around, even if he liked the answer.
The man, Dean, looked up at the ceiling and grinned. “Hey, Cas? You got a sec?”
Lindsey looked up at the ceiling too. He knew Dean wasn’t talking to anyone in the room above them - Lindsey could hear the room above them otherwise occupied by what was probably a hooker and her john.
Dean just kept going. “It’ll literally only take a minute, man. Please? I’ll owe you.”
Then suddenly there was a man in the room with them, nothing preceding his entrance but a fluttering noise. The man was standing not four feet away, wearing a trenchcoat and a wrinkled suit and staring straight at Dean.
“You pledged yourself to me, Dean,” this new intruder said in a gravely voice. “You will always owe me.”
Dean just grinned. “So how are you with evil hands?”
***
Angels.
Lindsey had met a few in his time. There was one liked to strut around the office at Wolfram & Hart like he owned the place, which he most assuredly did not. The Partners had an uneasy truce with the heavenly beings, at best.
That angel had been in a much older vessel and he had been snarky and calculating, which meant he fit right in at the boardroom, but he certainly wouldn’t be helping a guy like Lindsey out with no motives except for being asked.
Not like this angel. Nothing like this angel.
Currently Cas, as Dean kept calling him, or Castiel as he told Lindsey when he had offered the angel his hand - his hand that Cas had just stared at like it was a foreign entity - was crouched down in front of Lindsey, tracing a pattern on the palm of his hand over and over. It sent a warmth through Lindsey that made something in him stir, but Lindsey couldn’t fathom what it was, just that his fingers tingled, then his arm, then down to the base of his spine. Cas muttered something under his breath, kept tracing on Lindsey’s palm and suddenly a sharp pain rushed through him with an intensity he had never felt before.
He tried to scream, but it was soundless and his mouth opened and shut a few times of its own accord. He reached up, his free hand coming to grab at the back of Cas’ neck, thread his fingers through the short hairs there, grip hard and tight as something uncoiled inside him and released.
He couldn’t see anything except the blue eyes staring unblinkingly at him and he thought Castiel was saying something, but all Lindsey could hear was the rush of noise in his ear, like the thunder of a dying storm.
And then, just as quickly as it had started, it all stopped.
Lindsey held his breath a moment to see if the world had stopped as well.
Cas’ hand, the one not still gripping Lindsey’s own, came up and stroked at his cheek, soft and unsure.
“Are you all right?” he asked, voice raw with strain, like he had been screaming out the sound Lindsey had been unable to make.
“I…yeah, I think so,” Lindsey answered, suddenly at a loss.
He had never been good with thank yous.
Least of all when he didn’t feel he deserved the help in the first place.
“How do you feel?” Cas asked and Lindsey honestly had to stop and think about it.
He felt odd, but not bad and his hand felt warm, wrapped in Cas’ own. The angel was staring up at him with an intensity that had Lindsey unnerved and captivated all at once and he thought maybe this angel was more than a little different from the one he used to know, what felt like all those years ago at Wolfram & Hart.
“I feel…lighter,” Lindsey said and that was the best he could do right now and he felt suddenly vulnerable and at a loss for words.
“It shouldn’t give you any more problems,” Castiel told him, voice still used and torn.
Lindsey wanted to say thank you but something in his chest felt tight and hot and he couldn’t find the words. Castiel was starting to stand now and Lindsey felt a panic at the thought that he was pulling his hand away and he knew he needed to say something, do something. On instinct, he flexed the hand still on Cas’ neck and pulled the angel towards him, pressed their lips together, almost chaste. Cas didn’t move, didn’t open his mouth or reciprocate in anyway, other than the shudder that ran through his whole body.
When Lindsey pulled back, the angel’s eyes were blown wide and he was tentatively running his tongue along his own lips, tasting where Lindsey had just been.
Lindsey swallowed, looked down at his feet. “Thank you,” he whispered, finding his words at last, and then Cas was grabbing him with both hands, gripping his shoulders and hauling him to his feet with an inhuman strength.
Lindsey would be lying if he said it wasn’t a turn-on.
Cas crushed their lips together again, hard and urgent. Lindsey wasted no time, pressing back against him, prodding at the angel’s lips with his tongue. He pushed his way past and inside, stroking over Cas’ tongue and teeth until he responded in kind, tangling them together and pulling Lindsey into a spiral of wet and warmth.
“So…I guess I’ll just…yeah,” Dean said from somewhere near the door and Lindsey knew he was making to leave them.
Cas jerked away from him, breathed out hard and said, “No.” It was a command and Dean stopped moving immediately, looked at Castiel with questioning eyes.
They stared at each other for a second, a moment, before Cas said, soft and uncertain, “Please?”
Dean licked his lips, like an afterthought and took one single step towards them. “Cas?” he asked, his voice cracked and nearly broken, like he was waiting to be struck down by something bigger than them all.
The angel in front of him shuddered almost violently, before breathing out the softest sound that Lindsey had ever heard.
“Stay.”
***
Dean was behind Cas, had stripped him of the trench, tie and suit jacket, and had his hands splayed across Cas’s belly, up under his dress shirt. Dean’s face was buried in the crook of Castiel’s neck, mouth moving over the skin there, marking the angel.
Lindsey had pulled off his own tank and was working the buttons loose on Cas’ shirt, undoing them slowly, loving the way the angel responded with a shudder every time skin brushed skin. Cas was alternating between arching into Dean’s mouth and pushing into Lindsey’s touch, head thrown back, eyes fluttering half-closed, hands enclosed over Dean’s own.
Dean pulled away long enough to get his own shirts off and Cas whimpered at the loss, even as he pressed into where Lindsey was raking his fingernails down the angel’s chest.
“Dean!” Cas cried, as Lindsey thumbed at the angel’s nipple.
“Ssshhh,” Dean said and moved back in, pressed himself flush against Cas’ back. “I’ve got you, Cas. I’ve got you.”
Lindsey pushed the shirt completely off Castiel, let it fall to the floor and Dean spun him around, pulled Cas towards him by the waistband of his pants.
“Dean,” Cas whispered, hands coming up to lay flat across the man’s chest.
Lindsey expected them to latch right onto each other, but instead they stopped with their foreheads pressed together, breathing into one another.
Castiel was shaking.
“Cas,” Dean whispered back. “Cas, Cas, Cas…” and the angel reached up, splayed one palm across the burn mark of a single hand that was imprinted on Dean’s shoulder and that was all it took - Dean was surging forward, smashing their lips together, ungraceful and hungry, like quenching a thirst at the end of a drought.
Like they were climbing inside each other.
Like they were seeing the dawn of something that had been coming for a very long time.
If Lindsey were a better man, he would have gathered his things and left them alone, left them to whatever this was he was witnessing.
But he was hard, straining against the material of his pants and frankly, Lindsey had never been that good of a man to begin with.
So instead, he stripped down to his boxers and settled back on the bed, enjoyed the show.
Dean undid Cas’ slacks, reached one hand down inside and stroked over the angel’s hard length. Cas was whimpering, delicious little noises, like he had never been touched before. When Lindsey caught Dean’s eye, he raised an eyebrow and Dean mouthed the word Lindsey guessed he had known from the start.
“Virgin.”
“Fuck,” Lindsey breathed out, “That is so fucking hot, man.”
Cas jerked, made a startled noise, like he had forgotten Lindsey was even there. The angel leaned forward, nuzzled into Dean’s shoulder and the other man took the opportunity to push Cas’ pants down completely, underwear and all.
It was a damn fine sight from where Lindsey was sitting.
Dean wrapped his hand around Castiel’s cock again and the angel bucked hard, made a keening noise deep in his chest.
“Sssshhh,” Dean said and let go, bent down to help Cas finish undressing and then pushed him back towards the bed.
As soon as Cas hit the mattress, Lindsey was on him, rolling them both so they were on their sides facing each other. He pushed his lips almost frantically against Cas’ own, pushed his hips against him as well. Cas’ hands were sort of flailing at his sides and Lindsey grabbed one, threaded it through his own hair and then took the other, placing it on his hip. Cas gripped hard, pulled Lindsey flush against him and started an erratic motion of pushing their hips together that wasn’t much classier than two teenage boys getting each other off.
Lindsey kind of liked that though, letting Castiel lead it, letting him feel it out for himself.
He kept driving his tongue into Cas’ mouth and stroking his hand down Cas’ back and enjoying the thrusts that occasionally lined Cas’ wet leaking cock up with Lindsey’s own, which he was not ashamed to say was soaking through his boxers like it hadn’t since high school.
Lindsey was so engrossed in getting Castiel to make those little whimpering noises into his mouth, that he didn’t notice Dean had joined them until the other man was pushing Lindsey onto his back and grinning down at him.
“My turn.”
***
Dean had gotten both their boxers off, so all three of them were ass-naked and was straddling Lindsey’s hips, holding him down with a hand on each shoulder and taking full advantage of Lindsey’s lips, his tongue, his neck, that spot right behind his earlobe.
Lindsey alternated between arching into every nip of teeth and stroke of tongue, and half-heartedly attempting to push Dean off him. Every time Lindsey would push up, throw his weight into it, Dean would growl low and dark and push right back.
It got Lindsey to hard pretty damn fast.
He had brief images of what that would look like - him and Dean throwing each other across the room, slamming into each other, fighting it out until one of them had the other pinned and begging. Sometimes it really was too bad Lindsey didn’t do repeat performances - that was a show he’d like to see.
When Lindsey caught sight of Castiel, laid out on the bed next to them, gripping the sheets tight like just the sight of them was enough to drive him to orgasm, Lindsey pushed back on Dean a little harder.
“Neglecting your boy,” he said and Dean bit deep into Lindsey’s shoulder, leaving a mark they both knew would be there for days, before he pulled off. The other man was panting, hair plastered to his head with sweat and Lindsey didn’t have to look down to know Dean was hard as a fucking rock, his belly sticky with pre-cum.
Dean looked at Cas, reached out one hand to stroke down the angel’s cheek. “What do you want, sweetheart?” he asked and how the hell had the man’s voice gotten so deep, so abused?
Cas opened his mouth like he had an answer and then closed it again and Lindsey wondered if there were too many options in his head or not enough.
“I want to suck him,” Lindsey offered and he couldn’t be sure which one of them groaned, but then Dean was scrambling off him and Cas was reaching out, tugging one of Lindsey’s hands in an attempt to pull the man closer.
Lindsey decided there had been enough foreplay and went straight to settling himself between Cas’ legs.
He placed his hands on Castiel’s knees, trying to push the angel’s legs apart, but Cas was arching up into nothing and his legs were clenching shut and Lindsey couldn’t budge him.
“Distract him or something, would ya’?” he asked Dean and waited until the other man had settled next to them, turning Cas’ head so they were facing one another and then started placing soft kisses all over Castiel’s face.
“Just relax for him, Cas. Open up, baby. I’ve got you.”
While Dean moved his lips in a trail along Castiel’s face, Lindsey mouthed his own way up the inside of Castiel’s inner thigh.
There really was nothing like the thrill of hearing an angel whimper your name.
***
Dean and Cas were making out like the homecoming dance had just ended, wet sounds echoing around the motel room. Added to it was the noise of Lindsey sucking eagerly on the head of Castiel’s cock, lips moving up and down in slow swipes, barely getting any of the length into his mouth. The first touch of his tongue had Castiel screaming in a way that made Lindsey expect a knock on the door, even in this shithole where everyone minded their own business.
So Lindsey went slow, let Dean taste Castiel’s mouth and run his hands, his fingers all over Cas’ body, while Lindsey slowly took him in, inch by inch.
But there was that problem where Lindsey was not a patient man.
“Dean,” he said and waited a beat for the man to meet his eyes. “Hold his hips.”
Dean pressed his arm across Castiel’s waist, went to work mouthing over the angel’s nipple. Cas was muttering, “Dean, Dean, Dean,” in broken little gasps and petting awkwardly at any part of the man’s body he could reach; the top of Dean’s head, down the back of his neck, his forearm, his ribcage.
Lindsey took his tongue, licked across the very tip of Castiel’s cock, let it just touch his slit, waited while the angel tried to lift his hips and was thwarted by the way Dean was pressing against him.
Then Lindsey opened his mouth and went down in one fluid motion.
In hindsight, not his best idea.
In an instant, Dean was thrown backwards, Cas’ hips pushing up, his whole length shoved unceremoniously so far down Lindsey’s throat that his voice would be wrecked for a week.
“Dean!” It was a near inhuman noise and Lindsey was a little put-out that he was the one choking on it and Cas was screaming out Dean’s name.
He pulled off and Cas reached out blindly for him, grabbed Lindsey and latched onto his right wrist, yanked until the man was laying face first against Cas’ groin.
“Fuck,” Dean muttered from the other side of the bed. “Dude, he’s still an angel.”
“Yeah, I got that,” Lindsey said into Castiel’s skin and pushed himself back up.
“Sorry, sorry,” Cas whispered and he was looking at the far wall and Lindsey took a mental step back to realize the damn angel was blushing.
“It’s alright,” Lindsey said slowly. “My fault. Gotta warn a guy.”
Dean slid back over, twined his fingers with Castiel until the angel looked at his friend.
“Want you to do something for me,” Dean said, low and dark, looking at the angel through his eyelashes with a predatory gaze Lindsey was maybe a little jealous wasn’t directed at him.
“Anything,” Cas breathed out and the devotion was hanging so heavy in the air, a knot in Lindsey’s heart twisted.
He’d heard something like that before, a long time ago, in what felt like another life. But it hadn’t been directed at him. Never at him.
“Want you to jerk me,” Dean said. “Want you to wrap your fingers around me and make me feel good, Cas.”
If Castiel has been embarrassed and put out of the moment a second ago, Dean had done a pretty damn good job of bringing him back into it.
Now if Lindsey could just learn to go slow.
***
Lindsey had watched, entranced, while Cas reached out a tentative hand and wrapped his slender fingers around Dean’s length. Dean’s eyelids had fluttered shut, almost of their own accord and there was something that flitted across his face, quick and almost unseen and Lindsey couldn’t pinpoint what it was.
Then Castiel was moving his hand, grip loose, and Dean was both pushing up into it and pulling away at the same time.
“Hey, hey,” Lindsey said, soft and almost soothing. “Hang on, Cas. Here,” and he spit on his hand and gently pushed Castiel’s own away from Dean before taking him in hand and coating Dean’s cock with spit and his own slick.
“Better?” Lindsey asked and Dean nodded, reached for him. Lindsey leaned up, pressed his mouth against Dean and moved with him in slow sure movements, no tongue or teeth, just lips and wet and the low hum of Dean’s contentment.
Lindsey pulled back and Castiel was watching them, intense and almost dark. Lindsey knew lust when he saw it but he had never imagined it would look so good on the angel. Almost as if Cas was waiting to devour them both and at this point, Lindsey thought he might just let him.
“Go ahead, Castiel,” he said and noticed the way Cas jerked at the sound of his name. “Take care of your boy.”
Castiel spit on his hand, though it was probably unnecessary at this point, and went back to gripping Dean’s hard cock, full and fucking gorgeous, jutting out between his legs. They both watched Dean’s face and Lindsey encouraged Castiel as he went,.
“There, see he liked that. Do that again,” he said when Dean pushed his hips up into a particular motion. “Just like that,” when Dean’s eyes fell shut and he moaned out, long and low and straight through to Lindsey’s dick. “Little tighter,” when he caught Dean trying to pump into the hand around him.
“Fuck, fuck, Cas,” Dean muttered as the angel finally hit the right rhythm, threw himself into it. Dean opened his eyes and when he saw Cas, dark and raw, staring straight at him with something akin to possession, Dean clawed at the bed-sheets in sheer desperation.
“Holy fuck, fuck, fuck,” Dean breathed out.
And Castiel actually smirked.
It was honestly the best sight Lindsey had seen in a very long time.
***
He gave them a moment - not too long because he wanted Dean to last through this - and then he settled back between Cas’ legs, slowly opened them, spread him out. Castiel leaned back a little and Lindsey pushed another pillow behind the angel’s head so he could still see Dean’s face, watch the way his hand moved over the skin of him.
“Castiel,” he said and waited until the angel had met his eyes. “I am going to take my tongue and lick it up your cock now.”
Castiel just nodded and swallowed hard. Dean took Cas’ hand and removed it from where it was still loosely fisting him.
“Just don’t want you to break anything,” he said when Cas raised a questioning eyebrow at him.
This time when Lindsey touched his tongue against Cas’ hard length, the angel threw his head back onto the pillows and moaned out a sound so deep and guttural, it would have shredded anyone else’s voice for days.
Lindsey involuntarily pushed his own cock against the bed beneath himself at the sound of it.
“Now I am going to put you in my mouth,” he told the angel and Castiel nodded but didn’t meet his eyes or pick his head up.
He went slow, little bit at a time, but other than deep ragged breaths, Cas made no sound and held still, so Lindsey kept going.
Kept going until he was bottomed out, opening his throat, taking everything Cas had to give him.
“Holy shit, that’s hot,” Dean said above his head.
“I can…I can…I can jerk you more, Dean,” Castiel told him but somehow Lindsey doubted Castiel could do much of anything right now.
He held him for as long as he could and then moved up and off, took in a deep breath and the smell of Cas hit him so hard, Lindsey pressed against the mattress again, throwing self-respect to the wind and outright dry-humping against it - once, twice, three times - before Dean’s hand came up to rest on the small of his back.
“Let me,” he said, mouth against the shell of Lindsey’s ear. “Give you a little hand,” and Lindsey could hear the tease in it.
“Yeah, yeah,” he answered and then, “Cas, I’m going down again.”
Castiel didn’t respond, just put a hand on the top of Lindsey’s head, tangled his fingers in the hair there.
Lindsey opened his throat again, lowered himself until he was face-down in Castiel’s crotch, sweat and skin and slick against him. Dean reached under Lindsey. From this angle Dean couldn’t quite get a grip on him the way Lindsey would have liked, but at this point he was so desperate for touch that anything was good with him.
At first it was just one lone finger, rubbing along the back of Lindsey’s dick, but it was enough to make him moan, a short abrupt noise that muffled against the cock in his mouth.
Castiel must have liked the vibration of it because he gripped harder at Lindsey’s hair and whispered, “Yes, yes, Lindsey,” and then a little louder, more sure of himself, “More of that, please,” the last word so obviously needy and begging that Lindsey was pressing back down onto the mattress with it. Only Dean’s hand was still there and he got trapped, fingers curling around Lindsey’s balls and holy shit, it was good and perfect and just what Lindsey needed.
“Like that?” Dean asked, breath in his ear and Lindsey realized the other man was up on his knees now, free hand trailing down Lindsey’s back. “Can I touch you?” Dean asked and Lindsey was confused for a moment as to what Dean meant. Then his hand went lower, palm pressing across his ass, across his hole, and Lindsey was pushing up into it and then pushing back down into the hand trapped under him.
He pulled off Castiel, tongue trailing across his tip as he went. “Fuck, yes, Dean,” he said then and the sound of his own voice, used and torn, shocked him. He watched Dean put a finger in his mouth, suck it wet before running it down his back.
Lindsey actually felt his hole spasm in anticipation. A low keening noise sounded then and Lindsey suddenly realized it was himself, begging Dean to do it, to touch him there.
“Sssshhh,” Dean whispered and trailed the finger along his crack, pressed it gently against his tight hole. “Cas, why don’t you give him something to do?” Dean suggested and Castiel complied, pushing Lindsey back towards his cock with slight but firm pressure.
Lindsey opened for it, took him in, mouth moving up and down in a sure motion, but still unable to stop the moans from spilling out of it. Dean pushed against him, the very tip of his finger breeching Lindsey, pushing its way inside. Castiel was making sobbing noises above him and Lindsey was rocking back and forth between Dean’s hand and his finger and then Dean was forcing the finger farther in, crooking just so and rubbing across Lindsey’s most sensitive spot. Lindsey screamed, muffled but roaring to his own ears and then the soft sound of Dean’s voice broke through, firm and commanding, saying, “I want you to come now, Cas.”
Just as quick, the angel was flooding Lindsey’s mouth, coming in one long spurt and making a noise akin to a banshee, though not as high-pitched as the last banshee Lindsey had encountered.
“DeanDeanDean,” and it was like a chant, like it was the only word the angel knew right then and Dean was slowly removing his finger from Lindsey, despite the protests he received and then removing his hand from under him as well.
“Castiel, look at me,” Dean said and Lindsey pulled up to wipe at his own mouth in time to see them kissing, hard and hot on Dean’s part, though Castiel looked like he barely had the energy to lift his head. “So good for me,” Dean said against the angel’s mouth and then he was turning back to Lindsey with a wicked gleam in his eyes and Lindsey ached with it.
“You’re up,” he said and leaned forward to lick the corners of Lindsey’s mouth clean and then he was tugging Lindsey up the bed and Lindsey went willingly.
***
Dean had seemed to think he was going to be in charge of this, pushing Lindsey onto his back and settling between his legs. He started rocking against him and there was so much slick between them that they slid against one another without any friction.
It felt good. It felt really good.
But Lindsey wasn’t one to give up his control so easily and even though a part of him wanted to really fight Dean for it, wanted to put all his pent up everything into getting Dean Winchester to submit, he was well aware of the sated and blissed out angel on the bed next to them.
So instead he waited until Dean was preoccupied, licking over the bite mark he had left on Lindsey earlier, before he made his move. He wrapped his legs around Dean’s waist, let the other man press flush against him with a groan, teeth sinking into Lindsey’s soft flesh again, before he pushed with his upper half, locked his legs around Dean and rolled them.
Flipped them right over, so Lindsey was on top and Dean was looking up at him with a stunned expression and a little smirk playing at the edges of his mouth.
“Cheater,” Dean said but he didn’t sound all that upset about it, to be honest.
Dean lifted his arms to push back at Lindsey, regain the control, but Lindsey just snagged both Dean’s wrists in his hand and pulled the other man’s arms up over his head.
“I could get out of this flimsy grip, you know,” Dean said, almost conversationally.
“And I could just jerk off all over your boy there and leave you to deal with yourself, but neither of us really wants that, do we?”
Dean arched his hips to try to get some pressure but Lindsey kept his own at a distance, waited for Dean to answer him with a shake of his head.
“Good boy. Now you lay still, Dean, alright?”
Lindsey slowly removed his hand from Dean’s own and watched to make sure he left his arms there, up above his head, hands clenching and unclenching with his restraint. When he was satisfied Dean was going to behave, Lindsey lowered himself against the other man, lined their cocks up so they were rubbing over one another, and braced himself on his forearms. He pushed against Dean and the first touch had his body tightening up with little sparks running underneath his skin. Dean was so hard and firm and hot beneath him and it was absolutely the best thing Lindsey had felt in a long time.
He picked up the pace then, using his arms and hips to rock himself against Dean in hard quick thrusts, the sound of their skin against each other filling the room. It was rough and ungraceful and perfect, the feel of Dean beneath him, the sound of the other man struggling for breath and whining into Lindsey’s ear with every thrust.
“Now, Dean,” Lindsey said, something thrilling through him, a long forgotten love for handing out orders. “I want you to come for me. Can you do that, Dean?”
“Nuh,” Dean said, but his eyes slammed shut and then Lindsey was pressing down against him one last time and Dean was making a choked off noise and his whole body pulled tight beneath Lindsey, back arching up even as his head snapped backwards and Lindsey could feel the release on his skin, clinging to him along with the sweat and his own slick there.
Lindsey pressed his mouth against the underside of Dean’s jaw, mouthed there, let the evening stubble scrape across his lips. Then he was rocking again, harder and faster and almost violent in a way he would never with someone who wasn’t this man - Dean Winchester, hunter. Dean kept up a low whine and Lindsey knew he was sensitive now and every push must be sending aftershocks through his whole body and it only made Lindsey pick up his speed, race towards his own finish.
Then he felt a hand at the small of his back and a graveled voice asked, “Can I touch you?” and Lindsey could only grunt in response.
“Do it, Cas,” Dean said, voice shaky and drained. “He wants it.”
Castiel’s finger trailed down his back and circled around Lindsey’s hole before suddenly tapping him there - once, twice - and Lindsey’s whole body shook with the force of it and he was coming then, long and just as rough as his thrusting had been and he was collapsing on top of Dean before he was even finished, whole body still seizing up even as he fell forward.
There was a long moment of silence and all Lindsey could hear was the rush in his ears that gave way to the deep breaths of his companions and his own shallow gasps for air. Castiel took his hand back and settled next to them and Lindsey swore when he looked over, the damn angel was smiling at them, pleased and sated and looking utterly debauched.
It was not a bad look on him.
***
Dean went to the bathroom, cleaned himself up before coming out with two washcloths. He tossed one at Lindsey’s head with a grin before settling on the side of the bed and cleaning Castiel up with soft touches.
“I can do that myself,” Cas told him in reproach.
“Would you just let someone else take care of you for a change?” Dean said but it was laced with affection and Castiel let out an exasperated sigh before settling back and letting Dean continue cleaning him up.
Dean climbed back into bed after that and he and Lindsey settled with the angel between them, Dean tucking his arm around Castiel and letting Cas rest his head on Dean’s chest.
Lindsey’s eyelids were drooping and he fought off sleep for a few moments. Normally he would never consider falling asleep in bed with a stranger, let alone two strangers and in fact, he rarely stuck around after anyways. But he had read Dean’s file enough to know that the man only got violent when he was threatened.
Or when his family was threatened.
To tell the truth, Lindsey was probably safer in bed with a Winchester and an angel than he had been since the day he was born, even before Holland Manners had come into his life. And the bed was reasonably comfortable and the night’s activities - the whole evil hand ritual included - had taken its toll on him.
So Lindsey let himself relax, eyes falling closed.
He could hear his bedmates arguing next to him.
“But I don’t sleep,” Castiel was saying with irritation.
“Then just close your eyes and enjoy the moment,” Dean told him in a huff and then quieter, less sure, “Just don’t go yet.”
The last thing Lindsey heard before he drifted off was Castiel’s reply.
“I will stay for a little while then.”
***
They were both still sleeping when Lindsey got up to shower. Or at least, Dean was sleeping and Cas was doing whatever angels do when their eyes are closed.
The shower was hot and Lindsey felt a near weight roll off him as he stood there, letting the steam surround him. He came back out and was mostly dressed, doing up the buttons of his shirt, when he noticed Dean’s eyes were open.
Castiel was still tucked up against him and the sheet was slung low across their waists and they both looked pretty content for two guys who lived the kind of lives they did.
“I’d say you don’t have to take off,” Dean told him, “But I know my own kind when I see it. I’m kind of surprised you stuck around this long.”
“Yeah, well, places to go now,” Lindsey said and sat down on the other bed, the one that Dean had said his brother was using - Sam, Lindsey’s brain supplied - and started putting on his boots, pulling the laces tight.
“Where are you off to?’ Dean asked and Castiel stirred against him, one hand coming up to rest over Dean’s heart before the angel settled back down again.
“L.A., I think,” Lindsey told him, surprising even himself with the answer. “I have some unfinished business there.”
“You don’t seem like an L.A. kind of guy.”
Lindsey shrugged and stood. “Well, I seemed to work wonders with the hunter and his angel,” he told Dean and leaned over the bed, pressed his lips against Dean’s own for the briefest of seconds before pulling back. “I thought I’d go see about helping out a watcher and his vampire.”
He didn’t miss the intrigued look on Dean’s face as he leaned over again, pressing a kiss to the top of Castiel’s head before heading towards the motel door.
“A what and his what now?” Dean asked and when Lindsey looked back over at him, he had pushed himself up on one elbow and was staring straight at Lindsey. “Who are you?” he asked.
Lindsey just grinned. “Lindsey McDonald, Attorney At Law,” and then he was letting himself out into the night, the door clicking shut behind him.
The End