Fic: Strange Infatuation - Dean/Dean - NC-17
Title: Strange Infatuation
Characters/Pairing: Dean/Dean ('cause dude, it had to be done.)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 743 words
Summary: Gapfiller for 5x04. Future!Dean and 2009!Dean get it on. You know they did.
Notes: Thanks to littleone87 for encouraging me to write this and for telling me it doesn't suck (and for just being awesome ♥). Also, a big thank you to dramaqueen469 for the very speedy beta. All remaining mistakes are mine. Title is taken from Placebo's Without You I'm Nothing.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for my dirty, dirty mind.
Strange Infatuation
"What the hell was that?" Dean's future self shoved him inside the room, and Dean hit the wall. He went after Dean, jaw clenched.
"The hell was that?" Dean just asked defiantly, repeating his older self's words.
And then they were up in each other's space and somehow everything changed.
Dean didn't understand it. Didn't understand why he was hard when it was himself who was shoving him up against the wall, clearly poised to start a fight.
He didn't understand why he couldn't look away from his own face; why his heartbeat sped up and the rush of adrenaline faded and made way for something else, something much more intense.
Sure, his ego had always been a few sizes too big and he'd always been aware of the fact that he was attractive - but it had never been like this.
His future self gripped Dean's wrists then, pinning them against the wall, and Dean only struggled for a second before going limp. Their eyes locked and Dean could see the sudden hesitation in his opponent's eyes, could read every emotion that was ghosting over his face.
He knew each of his expressions; knew them because they were his own. It was like looking in a mirror.
His future self's face showed him anger, then confusion, uncertainty, before it finally settled on want. Dean knew that spark in his eyes only too well and it made something sharp and hot spread through him.
They both knew it was inevitable.
A second later their mouths crashed together in a bruising kiss and the older Dean stepped forward, roughly bumping his erection into Dean's.
It should've been weird and it should've freaked Dean out - after all, he was making out with himself - but all Dean could think about, all he could feel was how perfectly they fit together.
In a way it made sense, but at the same time it didn't, not at all. Dean knew that it didn't matter though; he knew himself, knew that they weren't going to stop now.
The other Dean sucked on Dean's tongue and bit into his lower lip as he reached down to open his jeans in one swift motion. Dean moaned at the rough pressure of those hands against his fly and let himself be turned around, his hands coming up to support himself against the wall.
He knew without having to look what his future self was doing behind him; heard the lube being opened, knew it would be there, always in the left pocket of his jeans.
Dean shoved his own pants down around his knees; braced himself against the wall again, waiting, knowing.
A moment later he felt slick fingers against his opening, two pushing in roughly, then a third, too fast. A sharp burst of pain, just right, just how he wanted it, needed it.
He pushed back against the fingers, grunting as he felt them retreat. A second passed, then the head of a cock against his hole, replacing the fingers - his own, Dean thought, feeling like his sanity was slipping away with every inch it pressed deeper inside him.
The older Dean didn't give him time to adjust, just grabbed his hips hard and set a punishing, perfect rhythm that had Dean on the edge so quickly he was dizzy with it.
Then a hand sneaked around, wrapping around his cock - sure and firm and oh so familiar - and his muscles were clenching hard, everything narrowing down to the hand around his cock and one last push of his other self's cock inside him, hitting his prostate just right.
Dean felt the cock inside him pulse, felt hot wetness spread inside him as he was coming all over the wall in front of him in sharp spasms that seemed to go on forever, every contraction of his muscles in perfect synch with those of his counterpart.
Afterwards, it should have been awkward. It wasn't, not really.
Well - it was for a moment, when Dean pulled up his pants and turned around to look at his older self. Dean opened his mouth to say something but then closed it again as he realized - that guy over there was basically him. Which meant there was really no need to talk about this.
The look the other Dean gave him as he was buttoning up his jeans confirmed that.
"So," Dean finally said. "You wanna tell me why you wasted that guy out there?"
Characters/Pairing: Dean/Dean ('cause dude, it had to be done.)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 743 words
Summary: Gapfiller for 5x04. Future!Dean and 2009!Dean get it on. You know they did.
Notes: Thanks to littleone87 for encouraging me to write this and for telling me it doesn't suck (and for just being awesome ♥). Also, a big thank you to dramaqueen469 for the very speedy beta. All remaining mistakes are mine. Title is taken from Placebo's Without You I'm Nothing.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for my dirty, dirty mind.
Strange Infatuation
"What the hell was that?" Dean's future self shoved him inside the room, and Dean hit the wall. He went after Dean, jaw clenched.
"The hell was that?" Dean just asked defiantly, repeating his older self's words.
And then they were up in each other's space and somehow everything changed.
Dean didn't understand it. Didn't understand why he was hard when it was himself who was shoving him up against the wall, clearly poised to start a fight.
He didn't understand why he couldn't look away from his own face; why his heartbeat sped up and the rush of adrenaline faded and made way for something else, something much more intense.
Sure, his ego had always been a few sizes too big and he'd always been aware of the fact that he was attractive - but it had never been like this.
His future self gripped Dean's wrists then, pinning them against the wall, and Dean only struggled for a second before going limp. Their eyes locked and Dean could see the sudden hesitation in his opponent's eyes, could read every emotion that was ghosting over his face.
He knew each of his expressions; knew them because they were his own. It was like looking in a mirror.
His future self's face showed him anger, then confusion, uncertainty, before it finally settled on want. Dean knew that spark in his eyes only too well and it made something sharp and hot spread through him.
They both knew it was inevitable.
A second later their mouths crashed together in a bruising kiss and the older Dean stepped forward, roughly bumping his erection into Dean's.
It should've been weird and it should've freaked Dean out - after all, he was making out with himself - but all Dean could think about, all he could feel was how perfectly they fit together.
In a way it made sense, but at the same time it didn't, not at all. Dean knew that it didn't matter though; he knew himself, knew that they weren't going to stop now.
The other Dean sucked on Dean's tongue and bit into his lower lip as he reached down to open his jeans in one swift motion. Dean moaned at the rough pressure of those hands against his fly and let himself be turned around, his hands coming up to support himself against the wall.
He knew without having to look what his future self was doing behind him; heard the lube being opened, knew it would be there, always in the left pocket of his jeans.
Dean shoved his own pants down around his knees; braced himself against the wall again, waiting, knowing.
A moment later he felt slick fingers against his opening, two pushing in roughly, then a third, too fast. A sharp burst of pain, just right, just how he wanted it, needed it.
He pushed back against the fingers, grunting as he felt them retreat. A second passed, then the head of a cock against his hole, replacing the fingers - his own, Dean thought, feeling like his sanity was slipping away with every inch it pressed deeper inside him.
The older Dean didn't give him time to adjust, just grabbed his hips hard and set a punishing, perfect rhythm that had Dean on the edge so quickly he was dizzy with it.
Then a hand sneaked around, wrapping around his cock - sure and firm and oh so familiar - and his muscles were clenching hard, everything narrowing down to the hand around his cock and one last push of his other self's cock inside him, hitting his prostate just right.
Dean felt the cock inside him pulse, felt hot wetness spread inside him as he was coming all over the wall in front of him in sharp spasms that seemed to go on forever, every contraction of his muscles in perfect synch with those of his counterpart.
Afterwards, it should have been awkward. It wasn't, not really.
Well - it was for a moment, when Dean pulled up his pants and turned around to look at his older self. Dean opened his mouth to say something but then closed it again as he realized - that guy over there was basically him. Which meant there was really no need to talk about this.
The look the other Dean gave him as he was buttoning up his jeans confirmed that.
"So," Dean finally said. "You wanna tell me why you wasted that guy out there?"