I Like the Way You Still Say Please [2/2]
I Like the Way You Still Say Please
[dean forester/alec mcdowell, nc-17, 18K]
*notes at the end of fic
I Like the Way You Still Say Please
By keepaofthecheez. - [Part 1]
“Whoa, steady there, lightweight.” Alec’s laughter thrummed against his ear, and Dean’s bottom lip thrust out in a distinct pout.
“I woulda won,” he said, pulling away and leaning against the inside of his front door. “If I could’ve seen what was going on.”
Alec chuckled again, reaching up to brush the hair off Dean’s forehead. Dean caught his wrist, their gazes locked, and he swallowed a bit before shoving his fingers away.
“Don’t do that, okay?” He could hear the frustration in his tone, saw it answered in the slight lift of Alec’s brow. “I don’t…”
“Don’t what?” And goddamn, but Dean knew fucking well what that voice was for. He’d heard Alec putting it to good use on the bartender, the waitresses, and a group of college co-eds on break from the local university.
“You think you’re so slick, that I don’t see what’s going on.” He wagged a finger in Alec’s face, only a little surprised when Alec grabbed it and brought it up to his mouth. Dean held his breath, ignoring the trip in his pulse when Alec rubbed it along his lips, eyes dark and, oh god.
“Okay.” Alec moved closer, quick as a blur and Dean was pressed against the door, nowhere to run. “So, we gonna fuck then?”
Dean’s breath escaped him on what was most definitely not a groan, especially when Alec’s hand slipped down his chest, palming and squeezing and, god, what was it he was saying no to? “See, there’s this thing where I don’t fuck guys.”
“Well, lucky for us.” Alec flashed his teeth. “I do.”
There was no disguising the heat in Alec’s gaze, and Dean couldn’t fucking look away. Just stared back, feeling the alcohol working its way through his blood, making him lust-stupid and thoughtless.
One second he was watching the way the light caught and danced in Alec’s eyes--feeling incredibly romantic and melancholy--and the next. The next he was flat on his back with Alec up in his face, breath heavy and whiskey-flavored.
“Keep on lookin’ at me like that, puppy dog, and see what happens.” It was a promise, not a threat, given in filthy-low tones and rumbles. Dean’s cock twitched, and he reached up for Alec’s hips.
“God, get off.” His heart was beating too damn fast as he shoved Alec away, eyes challenging and hot when Alec barely budged in his lap. Fingers digging deep into Alec’s waist, Dean pulled him up higher, until Alec’s eyes went wide and Dean knew he was feeling the press of dick. It was just enough to throw Alec off, and Dean watched him go down to the floor with a satisfying thud. Leaned over and added in an easy slur, “An’ don’t call me that.”
Alec tucked his arms behind his head, stretched his legs out and grinned. “Your bark worse than your bite then, puppy?”
It was sort of a surprise when he felt Alec’s lip splitting beneath his knuckles, and Dean stared down at the sprawled-out figure on the floor with a dazed kind of wonder. Alec was gazing back up at him, eyes dark and blown, cheeks flushed.
“I guess not,” he purred, licking at his lip and the blood staining the corner of his mouth.
Dean went instantly blind, a curse on his tongue as he fell on Alec and took that plump, swollen--from his goddamn hand--lip between his teeth. Shoved his fingers under Alec’s shirt, warm flesh burning there, and Alec stretched under him and moaned like the pretty little whore Dean was starting to believe he was. Not that Dean had a problem with that.
“Yeah, that’s right…not such a good boy anymore, huh?” Alec laughed, a little slurred as Dean kept chewing on his lip. His hips rolled, fingers sinking deep into Dean’s hair and pulling him back by the nape of his neck. “Or are you plannin’ to show me just how sweet you can be?”
“Why don’t you shut up for five seconds and find out?” Dean shot back, eyes narrowed on the shine of Alec’s mouth. He tongued the tender flesh again, grinding down and ripping a throaty groan from them both. “Not fucking fair. You’re not…” Fucking fair.
“C’mon.” Alec’s voice went soft. Desperate. He reached down, found the press of Dean’s erection and squeezed until Dean’s eyes were near-on rolling in his head. “I dare you. Do it. Do it.”
Dean growled, rolled Alec onto his knees with rough hands. The bastard just looked over his shoulder, laughing eyes, pursed mouth Dean could just imagine slick-pretty and wrapped around his dick. God.
“Puppy looks ready to bite again,” Alec chuckled, rocking his hips back, taunting. Dean’s cock was in pain now, and his teeth snagged down on his lip so hard white spots started dancing across his vision.
He couldn’t look away from the small of Alec’s back, the flare of his ass, and god, he could be in there right now if he wanted to be. Fucking hard, and deep, turning Alec’s maddening sarcasm to slurred pleading and it’d be so hot. He knew it would be.
It wouldn’t have to mean anything. He could take this now and it wouldn’t mean a damn thing. No regrets, recriminations. It’d just be a fuck. Getting off.
He wouldn’t have to be nice about it.
“I don’t fuck around,” he finally said, hands shaking as he ran them down and across Alec’s back, shaping the muscle and choking on his words. “I don’t fuck around, and I don’t screw guys.”
Alec made a disbelieving sound in the back of his throat that trailed off, dead, when Dean jerked his pants down past his hips. His head dropped between his shoulders. “Yeah, yeah, okay.”
Oh god, he was too fucking perfect. Bronzed skin and hard lines, that goddamn barcode stark and tantalizing on the back of his neck…Dean leaned up and licked the length of it, feeling Alec tremble under him with a sense of satisfaction. “Like that?” he breathed, nibbling the edges of the mark.
“Stop…fuckin’ around.” But there was no irony in the words, just plain and simple arousal. “C’mon.”
“You ever shut up?” Dean sighed, leering a bit because, hell yeah, look who was back in control. His fingers flexed along Alec’s hips, pulling him back and against Dean’s own. That’s when it hit him, and the realization wasn’t pretty. “Oh, hell.”
“What. What?” Alec lifted his head from where it was resting on his forearm, eyes glazed and cheeks flushed. Dean could swear he was vibrating under him, purring just under his breath. “God, don’t tell me you want more foreplay or something.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Asshole, I don’t have…anything. Wet.” Heat worked up his neck and well, jeez, he’d never done this before. Alec didn’t have to stare at him like he was a fucking moron.
“Don’t care, don’t need it. Just get your dick in me.” Alec bit his lip and wiggled his hips and it should’ve looked ridiculous. Instead, it just made Dean fuck-hungry and desperate.
“Okay, fine, Jesus Christ. God--”
“Save the religious awakening for later, all right, and fuck. My. Ass.”
If Dean had expected sex to tame Alec’s smartass attitude, he was to be sadly disappointed. He bit back all of the snide remarks burning his own tongue, fingering Alec’s hips and contemplating the best plan of attack.
Okay. So, no lube. He needed something wet. He wasn’t much of a sadist, and he was completely new to gay sex, but no matter what Alec and his super-fucking-special genes claimed…Dean was pretty damn sure they’d both end up regretting a straight-up dry fuck.
Dean wasn’t one to brag, but he was six-and-a-half feet, for god’s sake.
“Yo, I’m not getting any looser down here.” Alec was close to whining now, and Dean smirked.
It was an idea, anyway.
He stuck two fingers in his mouth, free hand pressing Alec back down when he shifted and tried to turn around. Dean held his gaze, enjoying the play of freckles across the bridge of Alec’s nose. They seemed to stand out darker amongst the rosy flush, little pinpoints of arousal. Dean’s fingers slid free with a slick pop.
Alec frowned when he bent his head, lips pressing against the spots, tasting, but then he let out a grateful groan as Dean’s fingers slid down, flirting against his ass. Opening him up, and Alec licked his mouth and rumbled, “Yeah…now we’re talking.”
Dean pulled away, staring down in amazement. Watched the slick-slide of his index and middle fingers, felt the clamping heat threatening to crunch his bones. “Oh, god.” Lashes fluttering, he swayed back on his heels, teeth sinking into his lip. “That’s, um.”
“Mmm, Alec agreed, rolling back, fucking himself hard on Dean’s fingers. Dean shook himself a little, scissoring wider, thumbing at the stretched-tight skin and imagining fucking that rosy-pink hole open until his name was burned across Alec’s filthy lips.
Still working his fingers, he reached down and popped open the snap of his jeans. Chuffed a breath when pressure gave way to relief for a split second before his dick readjusted to the situation and began throbbing even more than before, flirting toward Alec’s ass like it was sniffing out a new place to bunk down for life. Dean choked out a curse at the thought. Reached into his back pocket, grabbed the tiny foil packet.
Alec glanced back again as he ripped the condom open, eyes traveling from Dean’s tight-lipped expression to his blood-flushed cock. Any other time, Dean might’ve smirked at the obvious admiration coloring that worldly gaze. As it was, he was too busy trying not to shoot off in his hand while putting the damn rubber on.
Collecting himself with a quick clearing of throat, Alec rolled his neck and sent Dean a look so absolutely immoral it had Dean’s fingers fumbling with the latex. “How romantic,” Alec cooed, mocking, provocative. “Gonna buy me a steak dinner when it’s over, too, baby?”
Dean lifted his gaze from his dick, grabbed Alec by the waist, lined up and drove in. Oaths stained his lips, and he reeled a bit from the immediate rush of tighttootighttoohotohgod. Through the roar in his ears, he heard Alec’s desperate whimper, felt him squirming and shifting around his prick. Dean frowned, lips trembling at the corners. “Oh, god, is it. Should I--”
He shut up almost immediately, worries dissipating when Alec’s fingers spread out against the floor and he started rocking back, fucking himself on Dean’s cock. It was too fast, too hard, Dean knew they should be taking this slower…his dick felt rubbed raw already and they’d just, oh yeah, just started and--
“Do me like that, kid, yeah.” Alec was panting under him, humming and glowing with sweat-sheen. Dean’s fingers kept slipping, his vision whiteing in and out with every thrust while Alec kept talking, whispering, “Don’t hold back on me.”
Dean’s lids fell; through his lashes he saw black on gold and licked his lips, already leaning forward again. Alec shuddered and cried out when Dean sank his teeth into the barcode again, dragging out the curse like a prayer and he was newly baptized.
Dean had never fucked like this, dirty and wrong and god there would be bruises come morning. He’d taken women on their knees, and there’d been the time Rory’d let him go down on her in Miss Patty’s--skirt shoved up past her waist and oh, Dean, please on her pretty little bow-mouth. But even then, at his dirtiest he’d never…he hadn’t been able to let go.
Dean just didn’t fuck people, didn’t know how. He got too emotionally involved, it always became something more whenever he wasn’t looking. This time…he was going into this thing with both eyes wide open, and apparently with his dick up the ass of the hottest, most annoying son of a bitch he’d ever laid eyes on.
No way was he gonna fall into that trap again. Not with Alec. There’d be no moment when his common sense kicked in, said slow down, take it easy. He could ride hard, make it hurt…bite and claw and spank…
At just the thought of that, of his hand burning bright against Alec’s ass, Dean stifled a groan and came with a quick stutter of hips, still mouthing messily at the nape of Alec’s neck.
“Ah, god. Just like a fucking…Ordinary,” Alec tried to snark, but he was fisting himself, quick blur of motion. Dean caught the helpless edge underneath the words, even before tight heat and muscle clamped down around him, wrung him dry. “Quick on the dra…oh, hell.”
It wasn’t until he did a pancake, flat-out against Alec’s back, that Dean even realized he was laughing. Really, truly fucking laughing for the first time in longer than he’d bothered keeping track of. Alec was cursing him--get up you lazy bastard, can’t fucking breathe--and Dean’s legs and thighs burned--god, gonna be sore tomorrow--but he guessed he didn’t much care.
And he had Alec fucking McDowell to thank for that.
xxx
He woke up with his dick down Alec’s throat.
“Holy,” was Dean’s intelligent assessment of the situation, and he spread his legs apart, let Alec scoot in closer.
Thoughts of sleep, soreness, melted away with every flick of Alec’s tongue, and Dean reached down. Grabbed a handful of gold and tugged, until Alec lifted his chin and sleep-heavy, aroused eyes met his own.
Alec didn’t seem too embarrassed to be caught out molesting Dean in his sleep; a stubborn glint filled his gaze, and he opened his lips wide, let Dean watch the slick slide of cock to mouth. Dean groaned, and Alec pulled back, lapping around in wet circles.
The sheets caught up under Alec’s thighs, baring lengths of pretty, tanned, freckled flesh. Dean couldn’t hold back another appreciative murmur, now petting Alec’s head happily. “Is this, uh, some kind of feline DNA thing? Tongue baths?” he asked, only half-joking.
“This is an Alec is horny and must be satisfied kind of thing,” Alec spoke around his dick, and Dean might’ve laughed at the sight. If, you know, it hadn’t involved his dick in Alec’s hot, sucking mouth.
“Satisfied, my ass. I already screwed your brains out last night,” he said thoughtlessly, lifting his hips and fucking past Alec’s lips with slow, steady rolls. Alec’s fingers were stroking along his hips, breath warm when he pulled back and laughed against the swollen crest of Dean’s cock.
“That you did, Sparky.” Alec’s grin was just this side of filthy, and Dean swallowed a rebuttal. “Good to know you were paying attention.”
“Fuck you.” Which was, of course, exactly the wrong thing to say. Alec’s expression turned sly and delighted, and he sat back on his heels and stared down at Dean. Dean dropped his head back against the pillows several times in succession. “Why - why are you stopping?”
“Look at you.” Alec shifted, straddling Dean’s lower belly, and Dean perked up almost instantly. “Completely ruined for life, huh.” It wasn’t a question, and Dean frowned a bit, wondering at the vague sense of superiority flashing behind Alec’s eyes when he leaned in close, lips almost touching Dean’s. “No one who saw you like this would call you a nice boy.”
Dean couldn’t argue with that, not when Alec was licking the palm of his hand now and reaching back. Those ridiculously long lashes fluttered on a rough sigh as he took hold of Dean’s cock and rocked back, pressing in and-
“Oh, holy shit.”
Dean barely had time to grip the headboard, mouth wide open and eyes slitted while Alec rode hard. He came fast, there was no defense against it, and panted through a string of expletives that had Alec smirking through his own orgasm before he slid off and stretched like, well, like he was some kind of superhuman fucking machine.
“I hate you,” Dean groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes. He would never walk again, and he hadn’t even taken it up the ass. His legs felt like jelly, his cock flexed and jerked and, was he still coming? “Oh, god, I hate you so much.”
“Yeah, I just felt how much you hate me,” was Alec’s sarcastic reply. He slapped Dean on the thigh, a sharp sting that had Dean’s hips lurching. “Get up, already. Got places to go.”
“Go to hell.”
Alec’s laugh was anything but. “Yeah, basically.”
Dean peeked out at that, saw the quick play of emotion across Alec’s features that the other man hid as soon as he caught Dean looking. Shoving up on his elbows and manfully swallowing another grunt of complete and utter exhaustion, Dean asked, “What’s up?”
Alec turned away, muscles shifting across his back as he tugged his shirt on over his head. “We’ve wasted enough time here,” he said, and Dean detected a note of frustration in his voice. “Now that you finally believe me, we gotta blaze. I’m working on a time-table here, kid.”
That burned, more than Dean wanted to admit. His tone went hard, blunt. “I just had my dick up your ass.” When Alec turned on him with a cautiously interested look, Dean squared his shoulders and refused the urge to pluck at the bedsheets. “So don’t fucking call me kid.”
Alec blinked, and then shook his head on a low laugh. “Yeah, sure thing, stud. Now get dressed.”
Dean gritted his teeth, but it was obvious that something had happened. Alec was on edge and whatever earlier intimacy had existed between them--god help him--had disappeared. Dean would let it go for now, but he damn well expected answers to the questions piling up in his mind.
“Fine,” he said coolly, coming to his feet and ignoring the burn of over-used muscles, shouldering past Alec. “Gimme a minute to wash the stink off.”
He slammed the door in Alec’s bemused face, and dropped down on the toilet with his head in his hands. “Jesus, man, what are you doing?”
Of course he had to go and fall for the obnoxious fucker. It was the way these things always worked, after all.
xxx
“Seattle,” Dean echoed later, brows disappearing beneath the ballcap pulled down low over his eyes. “You wanna drive cross-country in two days? Are you out of your mind? I have a business to run, responsibilities--”
“Let’s discuss it on the road.” Alec grabbed him by the arm, propelling him toward the Jeep idling just outside of Dean’s apartment.
Dean jerked away, affront and exasperation warring across his features as Alec turned to send him a pained look . “Dude. I can’t just run off to fucking Seattle with you! No.”
“Have you been listening to anything I’ve said?” Alec moved closer, eyes flashing, and Dean’s breath caught on a whisper of fear. There was nothing quite like seeing Alec well and truly pissed off, and it seemed Dean was going just that route.
Then again, he hardly gave a damn. “I’ve been listening, but you’re barely talking!”
“Okay, then. Listen up.” Alec folded his arms, and Dean was absolutely not staring at the way those golden muscles bunched and shifted beneath faded cotton. Alec’s voice became a slow drawl, each word chock full of insinuation. “We. Need. To go. To Seattle.”
“Swear to god, I’m two seconds away from fucking your shit up.”
“Oh, go ahead and try, Sasquatch. C’mon.” Alec raised his chin, cocky grin in place. “I’ll give you a freebie.”
“I…” Dean’s gaze caught helplessly on the curve of pink lips, and he raised a hand, rubbed the back of his neck and cussed. “I hate you.”
“You already said that. Now get in.” Alec patted him on the shoulder, was already moving toward the driver’s side--hey, that’s my truck!--when Dean heard a frighteningly familiar voice call his name.
Head whipping around, he came face-to-face with soft brown curls and bright blue eyes. “Rory.” Surprise tightened his voice, heightening it beyond typical tone and nuance, and he saw Alec glance up from the corner of his eye. Great. “You’re…here.”
Rory smiled, politely enough, although Dean could’ve cut the tension with a knife. It wasn’t like this was the first time they’d seen each other since, well, The End--and he couldn’t believe he was still capitalizing it in his head--but then he’d never faced her while still fresh from the fuck of his life, said fuck watching them both with unabashed interest.
“Just to visit the baby,” she said, pulling the strap of her purse higher up her shoulder. Dean blinked, then put two-and-two together and nodded.
“Right. Well, I’m sure Lane’ll be happy to see you,” he said graciously, fidgeting on both feet because, goddamn Alec wasn’t saying anything but he was more than making his presence known. Rory kept shooting glances in Alec’s direction, licking her lips nervously, and Dean plastered an easy smile across his features.
“Um, how are you?” Rory waved a helpless hand, and god, it couldn’t get any more awkward. “I hear your shop is taking right off.”
“Yeah. Yeah, it’s great. Uh, how’s Logan?”
Alec snorted, and Dean shot him a warning look. Rory’s gaze flicked back and forth between them, and then she let out a little laugh.
“Am I interrupting something?” She raised her brows at the bags waiting by the Jeep’s tires. “Mom said you had family visiting…” She trailed off, obviously waiting for Dean to fill in the blanks.
Before Dean could reply, Alec leaned across the hood of the truck and drawled, “This is adorable and all, but dude, I wanna be in Akron by sundown. Can we hurry it up already?”
“Rory,” Dean said from between his teeth, “this is Alec. My not-as-of-yet-housebroken cousin from, um. Up north.”
Rory blinked. “I thought all of your cousins were girls?”
“She’s right.” Alec heaved a sigh and came the rest of the way around, resting a hand on Dean’s shoulder and squeezing. Dean had a really bad feeling about this, which was only heightened when Alec pressed in close, began playing with the ends of his hair and cooing. “C’mon, sweetheart. The truth was bound to come out eventually. You can’t deny what we have.”
“Get off me, jackass.” Dean slapped at his hands, ignoring Alec’s laughter and Rory’s openmouthed expression. Heat crawled up his neck and he slanted a twisted smile at Rory before shoving Alec back a full step and jerking open the car door. “We gotta go. It was nice seeing you, Rory. Take care, okay?”
“Bye,” Rory said, nonplussed, but Dean barely heard her anymore. He was glaring at Alec and grinding his teeth into dust.
“Get in the motherfucking car,” he hissed after Rory had turned and walked away, and Alec lifted both hands in the universal Who me? I’m innocent way of gestures, slipped into the passenger seat and smirked.
“Change your mind?”
Dean flipped on the radio, slouched low in his seat and refused to think about the boner stretching his jeans just from a stupid goddamn brush of Alec’s hand. “You’re totally defective, you know that, right?”
“Yeah, well, take it up with the people who engineered me.”
Alec wasn’t smiling anymore, just staring out the window with a hard look that drained away any lingering anger Dean was harboring.
“Fuck,” he stated succinctly. Started the Jeep, and pulled out onto the road.
xxx
They made it to Ohio, and Dean paid for a night at a Super 8 just off the highway while Alec scavenged the adjoining mini-mart for enough junk food to feed a small army.
The next day and a half was spent driving through Illinois, Idaho, and they didn’t bother stopping again until the west coast gleamed in the distance and Dean felt like he’d been run over by an eighteen-wheeler.
To his credit, even Alec seemed tired, and they dropped facefirst into bed at the first motel they encountered after the Welcome to Washington sign bid them hello.
Things had been strained, at best, since Stars Hollow, and Dean wasn’t quite sure what to do about it. Wasn’t quite sure what had happened, truth be told. He didn’t ask questions when Alec bought a double room, didn’t let it bother him when the most eye contact he received was because he’d come out of the shower bare-ass naked on a wild hair of determination.
And this was just plain stupid.
Dean said as much, ignoring Alec’s sour glare as the other man stared out of the window at the driving rain. “What, missing home already?” Alec snarked, and something finally clicked.
“What’s your problem, anyway?” Dean’s gaze followed Alec’s restless pacing thoughtfully, hope starting to build up inside him. He decided to push, just a little bit. See what happened. “You take it like a bitch, but you don’t usually act like one.”
Alec went still by the window, and Dean licked his lips and prepared for confrontation. When it came, Alec’s voice was plenty antagonistic, but the fight just wasn’t there. “Bet you wish I did, huh? That I was some goddamn pretty little thing you could wrap around your finger, show off to the world, right, Dean?”
“What?” Dean’s mouth fell open on a short, disbelieving chuckle. “First of all, you’re plenty pretty, so don’t sell yourself short.” When Alec growled a warning deep in his throat, Dean resisted the urge to laugh out loud. “Seriously, man, what’s this about? You’ve been weird since--”
Alec’s gaze flicked to his, shadowed and hard to read, and Dean’s words trailed off on a sputter of breath. Oh. Alec just kept staring at him, and Dean filled the awkward silence with a cough. “Well, um, is this about…?”
“You could do better,” Alec--thankfully--interrupted him, pursing his lips and dropping onto the bed. “She’s too damn skinny anyway.”
“Too skinny,” Dean parroted, because really, who could believe this? Alec sounded jealous of Rory Gilmore, and Dean was close to doing cartwheels across the shabby motel carpeting. “Well, sure, maybe she is a bit. But god, those eyes…”
Alec sprawled out, folding a pillow under his head and making a face. “Oh, please. Homegirl needs a sandwich.”
“Dude, why do you even care?” Dean finally laughed, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “Rory’s so far in the past she might as well be--”
“Hey, who said I cared? I don’t give a damn, I just think--”
“--barely ever see her, anyway--” Realization washed over Dean like warm, Pacific waves. Turned his smile bright and pleased. “Huh. You’re totally into me.”
“Yeah, like that’s such an accomplishment." Alec snickered and stretched out on the bed, scratching at his belly and staring back at Dean from under those ridiculous girl-lashes. He wet his lips with his tongue, and Dean's fingers started to itch. "You’re hot, got a nice ass, and I’m a guy. If I told you half the shit I've been into...”
Which, true. But still.
Dean moved closer, frustration already beginning to edge the satisfaction of finally--finally--getting some sort of advantage over Alec. It sharpened his voice, deepened it to something challenging that didn't belong anywhere outside the four walls of the bedroom they were holed up in. "No way, man. I bet you have a notebook or...or something you draw hearts and I love Dean all over with a pink glitter pen. Fucking admit it.”
Alec blinked, expression going comically still, and it was all Dean could do to tuck his tongue inside his cheek and keep from grinning. “Okay," Alec drawled out around a strained laugh, sitting up on his elbows, and Dean's gaze was caught by the thin band of flesh taunting him from above Alec's belt. "I think you seriously need to reconsider the whole who’s psychotic thing here.”
Eyes narrowing, Dean took another step. Enough of this shit. “You’re hot for me.”
Alec just shook his head, amusement clearly written across his features when Dean tackled him flat to the mattress. “God, you are a territorial little puppy dog, huh?”
Flashes of Rory, Jess, standing idly by, raced through his mind, and Dean was just so seriously fucking done.
“C'mon." He didn't even recognize his own voice anymore, the rough edges, the way his tongue tripped over the words and slurred them all together. He had Alec's shirt between his fingers, and the rip of fabric, the widening of Alec's green-gold eyes on a low moan, had him bearing his teeth in a distinctly feral grin. "Oooh, the big bad Transgenic gonna bend over for the Ordinary again?”
“F-Fuck,” Alec started, panting heavy and harsh, “you. Keep it up and I’ll kick your ass.”
“Empty threat.” Dean nuzzled the side of his neck, opening his mouth and tasting. “You like my ass too much.”
Alec’s hips jerked when Dean found a spot just under his ear, and Dean grinned and licked. “I wouldn’t know.” Alec managed valiantly to keep his voice even, but there was a distinct tremor Dean couldn’t help but exploit. “Having never had your ass.”
At that, Dean froze. Pulled back enough to see wide-blown pupils, the sex-flush across Alec’s cheeks. He was all but straddling Alec already, groin thick and heavy, and he ground his hips down. Savored the cheap moan that escaped Alec’s throat. “You want to?” he asked, nervous excitement shaking in his voice. “You wanna fuck my ass, Alec?”
“Oh, god.”
“Would that get you to admit it, you stubborn jerk?” Dean lowered his head again, sucking a bruise to the surface of Alec’s skin. He shoved his fingers up under the hem of Alec’s shirt, shivering a little along with Alec when he was met with silky-smooth flesh. Dragging his nails along Alec’s belly, he moved up to his ear, voice thrumming. “Would it?”
“Trying to seduce me won’t work,” Alec returned as if unaffected, but Dean barely recognized the deep, gritty tenor. “I’m trained for this shit.”
“Fuck your training,” Dean growled, sitting up and jerking his shirt over his head. He grabbed Alec’s hand, pressed it up against the swelling in his pants and narrowed his eyes. “This isn’t some goddamn conditioned response.”
“How do you know?” But Alec was stroking him of his own free will now, thumbing at Dean’s zipper, and Dean closed his eyes and rocked forward into his hands. “How do you know I don’t have you right where I want you?”
“Because you’re still dressed,” Dean muttered, eyes popping open in time to see the surprised smirk on Alec’s face. “Come on, man. Don’t make me ask Rory.”
Alec’s eyes went wide, and then he was laughing loud and bright. “That’s a scary fucking thought, and I was practically grown in a lab, man.”
“Your time’s running out.” Dean feigned disinterest, let Alec tug his pants down his hips. Tried not to react when Alec’s fist closed tight around him, but couldn’t bite back a groan, the urge to fuck up and into. “God, Alec, come on.”
“Yeah, I got you.” Alec sat up, dropping a kiss on Dean’s shoulder, hand still pumping vigorously. “Just…lay back…no, not like that. Yeah, there you go. That’s real pretty, wish I had a camera.”
Dean twisted his neck and scowled up at him, prostrate on the bed with his ass in the air. “I swear to god, you better be worth the price of admission.”
“Just remember my name, bitch.” Teeth flashing, Alec jerked down his own pants and took hold of Dean’s hips. Dean closed his eyes tight, restless and nervous, and he jerked a bit at the sound of a bottle cap popping open. Forced himself to breathe as Alec slicked himself up, then reached down to stretch Dean wide.
The first finger was nothing. Dean nodded his head, gave Alec the go ahead to add another, and gritted his teeth at the sudden burn. “Oh, damn.” His fingers curled into the sheets, forehead pressed against his wrist.
“Easy,” Alec was saying, none of his usual attitude coloring his voice. “I got you. Gonna sting a bit.”
It went on long minutes, and Alec waited until Dean was humping back against his fingers, a deep itch settling down in his bones, and then Dean felt those fingers slip free. Bit down on his bicep, knowing what was coming next.
He’d be lying if he said it didn’t hurt like hell, but it was almost like a necessary burn when Alec hissed and pressed in. “Fuckfuckfuck,” on his breath, and Dean made a sound and buried his face against the pillow.
It was slow, easy, nothing at all like the two times before. There was a part of Dean that wanted to challenge that obvious handicap, get them back on equal footing. Then there was the part of him that was ever so fucking grateful.
When Alec leaned over, pressing a kiss to the middle of his back, he slid deep and Dean nearly came apart at the sensation. “Oh god, do that again.” He felt Alec grin against him, the graze of teeth, and then another flutter of hips.
“Like that?”
Dean sat up on his knees as best he could, reaching for his dick, and pumped with each steady stroke. Just as Alec was speeding up, his breath growing heavier and his curses filthier, the first shot splashed across Dean’s fingers and he cried out, a pillow-biting mess.
Alec fucked him for real then, riding out Dean’s orgasm and claiming his own. Dean held his dick in his hand and whimpered, spent and exhausted when Alec finally pulled away. He heard the slick sounds of rubber, saw the condom flash through the air as Alec tossed it away.
“Gah,” was all he could manage, legs hanging off the bed when Alec climbed back on. “I mean. Whoa.”
There was a beat of silence, and then Alec rested his hand on top of Dean’s head. “Yeah, that’s good enough.”
Dean hummed under his breath, eyes already falling closed as the air conditioner kicked on with a cool sigh. Alec’s fingers stayed tangled in his hair, seemingly happy to flirt and tease with the shaggy ends.
He was hovering on hazy reality when Alec broke the silence. “I have a clipboard.”
“What?” Dean mumbled, not really paying attention. Alec’s grip on his hair tightened, and he let out a soft hiss. “God, what?”
“That I’d write your name all over in pink glitter pen,” Alec cracked, seemingly amused with himself for coming back to the point. “It’s not a notebook, it’s a clipboard. And I used it for work, so suck it up, bitch.”
Dean fell asleep with a grin tugging at his lips.
xxx
Hours and several bags of Cheetos later, Dean sprawled out on the king, watching Alec watch late-night MTV. After the fourth consecutive rap video, he couldn’t help but ask. “Seriously, dude. What’s the appeal?”
Alec’s eyes followed the shaking of hips, ass, and he breathed, “Video bitches.”
Dean laughed at that one for a good twenty minutes. Then Alec finally got bored and came to over to suck Dean’s brains out through his dick. Which, hell, Dean wasn’t complaining. But he wasn’t stupid, either, and he couldn’t help but notice that here they were, and Alec still hadn’t said a damn thing about what they were even after.
He brought it up when they were both fucked-out and satisfied, sweat and come still drying on his skin. “We’re going to Manticore, aren’t we?”
Alec’s fingers stilled against his belly, then almost immediately went back to stroking lazy circles around his navel. “Yeah.”
Just that simple. Yeah.
Ignoring the protest of aching muscles, Dean sat up against the headboard, Alec’s hand dropping away. “Tell me what’s going on, Alec. Hell, I can’t figure out why you even need me to go with you. It’s not like I can leap tall buildings or burn shit up with my heat-vision.”
“I need you,” Alec murmured, dropping a kiss under Dean’s nipple. Dean gritted his teeth, cock twitching when Alec’s mouth moved higher, closing around the hard nub and sucking.
“C’mon, man.”
Alec groaned, fell back and slung an arm over his face. “Dean.”
“Alec.”
“Fine.” Alec peeked out and frowned. “Maybe…technically I didn’t exactly need you to come along.”
Dean had suspected as much. “Then what the hell am I doing here?”
“I just…” Alec shrugged. “I wanted to meet you. You’re this big huge mystery, and I just. I don’t do well with being told no. I figured I’d hunt you down, see what was what, and then head off to fulfill my manly destiny before going back. No one would ever have to know.”
Dean’s immediate protestations had died before Alec had finished speaking, and something soft lurched in his chest when Alec looked away and wouldn’t meet his gaze again. Color bloomed on his cheeks, and it was so not Alec that it somehow put them on equal footing.
Alec cleared his throat, scooted back and grabbed a pillow, voice gruffer than before. “Anyway, I met you. And then I wanted you. And so here you are.”
“Always get what you want?” He meant it to be joking, but Dean figured he was probably being more serious than he’d ever been in his life. Alec finally looked up, met his gaze head-on.
“No.” It was a challenge if Dean had ever heard one.
He waited a minute, let Alec sweat it out--he really wasn’t as nice as everyone thought--and then said, nonchalant as you please, “So, tell me what we’re after. Sex? Drugs? Rock and roll?”
Alec smiled, and Dean’s heart waved a white flag. “Just a cure.”
“A cure. Someone sick?”
Alec rolled over, chin in his hands. “It’s a long, complicated story with a thus-tragic ending. Which is what I’m here to change.”
“What we’re here to change, apparently, so lay it on me.”
Dean listened with a sense of fascination as Alec explained about Max, a fellow transgenic and Alec’s closest friend, and the virus Manticore had infected her with. It was all just a little too ridiculous to absorb, a little too far-fetched, and yet Dean saw the truth in Alec’s eyes.
At this point, that was enough.
“It’s my fault, anyway. So I have to set it right.” Alec’s voice went hard, and the soldier came to life right in front of Dean’s eyes. “After the first site was burned down, a lot of information was lost to us. We know now there’s a cure, but it just doesn’t exist anymore in my time.”
“Thus the Marty McFly routine.” Dean sighed. “God, I wish none of this made any sense. You really have no idea how much I wish that.”
Alec’s lips tilted. “I think I do. You’re not exactly a mystery, man.”
“Fuck off.” A beat, and then, “So when do we leave?”
“You’re not going with me. They can’t…there can’t be any trace of you in that place. Ever.” Dean thought about arguing, but could tell from the firm set of Alec’s jaw that there’d be no argument.
“So, what, I hang around here and jerk off until you get back? C’mon, Alec.”
“I need you to wait for me somewhere. I won’t have much time…I have to get in and out. There can’t be any complications.”
“Wait for you where?”
Alec glanced out the window, and Dean followed his gaze. Felt the first true lurch of fear in his chest. “Oh, no. Dude, fucking hell no.”
“Now don’t tell me you’re afraid of heights, puppy dog.” Alec’s teeth gleamed white, and Dean scowled.
xxx
The motherfucking Space Needle.
Dean shoved his hands inside his pockets, stood in the center of the observation deck and tried not to think about the fact that he was one-hundred and eighty-four feet off the ground. He’d spent hours watching people ooh and ahh, and had contemplated clueing them all in on the fact that this shit was just plain unnatural.
Then again, he was dating, fucking, whatever, a genetically enhanced superhuman so…he’d kept his mouth shut and suffered in silence.
The sun had gone down nearly a half-hour ago, legal visiting hours ending almost an hour before that, and Dean had followed Alec’s instructions: hiding when security came to do their final rounds, waiting for the all-clear sign that the place was in fact deserted.
He hadn’t bothered asking Alec how he’d manage getting up here after-hours, wasn’t really sure he wanted to know. But he was going near crazy wondering if everything had gone all right, if Alec had gotten what he’d needed and was already on his way back.
“Jesus Christ, you aren’t just whipped, you’re hogtied to the altar of Alec,” Dean muttered under his breath.
“Sounds interesting.” Dean spun around, saw Alec climbing up the side ladder and breathed out a sigh of relief. Alec landed on the floor with a soft thud, eyes lit up and glittering. “Tell me more.”
Dean ignored that. “You good to go?”
“Yeah.” And it was obvious then, the change in Alec’s entire demeanor. He’d lost whatever shadows had lurked under the surface since the moment Dean had met him, and was one-hundred percent proof…well, Dean wasn’t sure what. But it was Alec, and it was fucking awesome.
He tilted his head, glancing at Alec’s watch as it silently counted down the time Alec had left. “How long?”
Alec’s expression dimmed a little, and he shifted on his feet. “Ten minutes, maybe.”
Dean nodded. They were quiet a moment, and then he blew the hair from his eyes and shrugged. “Okay. Well, who needs 2007 anyway?”
“You do.” Alec’s gaze burned into his, something like remorse weighing down his words.
Dean couldn’t believe his ears, tilting his head to the side and staring at Alec’s profile against the Seattle night sky. “Wait, are you saying…” The words caught in his throat, went rough and parched. “You seriously expect me to just go back, to Stars Hollow, knowing everything that’s gonna happen?”
Alec turned, just enough so that Dean could see the play of different emotions fleeting across his handsome face. There was the familiar quirk of lips, but Dean knew better by now. Could see the regret buried down deep in those glimmering, tawny eyes. “I expect you to be smart. Survive.”
Dean scoffed, ready to say exactly how he felt about that. Alec came forward, leather and denim hugging his skin, and Dean was taken back to the very first time he’d seen that face staring back at him. Felt a prick of uncertainty when Alec reached out, cupping his hand against Dean’s shoulder and tugging him close.
“So, we’re gonna have to do this the hard way then,” Alec murmured, voice soft and pointed. His mouth worked into a grin that went a long way toward soothing the ragged edges of Dean’s nerves, and Dean snorted and shoved him back.
“The hell do I put up with you for?”
It was a rhetorical statement--they both knew why--but Alec answered anyway, cocky and self-assured as always. “Because I’m pretty.”
Still, Dean wasn’t going down that easy. He folded his arms and stared at Alec, impassive. “Lots of pretty people in the world. Some of them might not even be total freaking lunatics.”
He expected Alec to laugh it off, throw back something sarcastic, keep the game alive. He didn’t expect the flash of possession, his head pulled down, teeth tugging at his lip. He groaned low, found the curve of ass with his palms and squeezed.
“So whipped,” Alec said against his mouth, and now the laughter was readily heard. Dean would’ve scowled, but Alec was absent-mindedly fingering Dean’s collar and staring at him with an expression Dean had never seen the other man wear. “You know we can’t change things, Dean. We gotta just ride them out, see what happens.”
“So, then, what was this?” Dean asked, feeling stubborn and on the edge of something. It wasn’t…there wasn’t enough…there was still so much neither of them had said, and it was so damn girly of him to be postponing this moment just to hear some asinine…what? Declaration of love from a guy like Alec?
He closed his eyes, laughed a little. God, kill me now.
“Hey.” Alec’s voice went low and soft, as serious as Dean had ever heard it. When he opened his eyes again, Alec was still gripping his shirt and grinning. “So, there’s this place called the Crash.”
Dean blinked. “Huh?”
“I hang out there sometimes,” Alex continued easily, completely ignoring the bewildered look on Dean’s face. “Mostly because it annoys the fuck outta Max, but hell. They got good atmosphere, and a helluva happy hour. And pool. I like pool, and--”
“Christ, just spit it out, Alec.” Dean shook his head, amusement overshadowing his anxiety and goddamn if that wasn’t why he was crazy about the fucker. Could flip a mood on a dime.
Alec pulled a face. “I’m just saying, maybe you should meet me there sometime, is all.” He smacked his hand against Dean’s chest, hard. “Way to ruin the romantic mood, asswipe.”
“Meet you there…when?”
Alec’s teeth flashed, smile a bit lopsided. “Um, ten years…or so?”
And Dean wanted to laugh. He really, really did. Which just went to prove how far he’d fallen when he jumped on that offering like a starving man on a Christmas ham. “Yeah. Yeah, all right.”
“Promise me.”
“Yeah, I promise. I’ll be there.”
Alec’s smile faded, eyes burning hot. When he grabbed hold of Dean’s shirt again, it was to breathe against his mouth, “Be good, then. Don’t fuck around with any other boys, okay? ‘Less they gotta death wish.”
“I don’t fuck boys,” Dean deadpanned, enjoying the leer that played at Alec’s lips. He pulled back to swipe a finger along the freckles dotting Alec’s nose and dropped his voice to a husky whisper. “Besides, I’m not the one who can’t go a day without screaming my name.”
Alec pursed his lips, but didn’t deny it. “Yeah well, you got nothin’ to worry about.” Reaching into his jacket, he pulled out a pair of of sleek black sunglasses, and Dean cocked a brow.
“Sun hurting your eyes?” he asked sweetly, and Alec just smiled. Took a few steps back and watched Dean with an almost remorseful expression. Dean’s chest felt too tight, his throat clogged, and he could only stare at Alec’s fingers as they flipped the glasses around and around.
“You know I probably love you, right?”
Dean’s gaze snapped up, the pressure lifting. He opened his mouth and said--god, I love you, too, you stupid idiot-- “Dude. Who are you?”
“Unforgettable, bitch.” Alec slid the sunglasses on--gaze hidden, but smile gone full-force. There was a second where he seemed to shimmer, and then bright light filled the room with blinding heat. Dean caught sight of Alec tapping his sunglasses with pointed satisfaction, and shielded his own gaze from the overpowering illumination. It only lasted a second, maybe two, and then closed in on itself, taking Alec with it.
Dean fists clenched at his sides, breath stuttering out on a choked whisper. “Yeah. I know.”
xxx
Seattle, Washington
2021.
A goddamn grey hair.
Dean stirred his scotch with a finger and tossed it back, burning fire down his throat. He’d never been much of a drinker, but he’d refined his palate some over the years. He only went this route anymore when he was angry, nervous, needed a calming boost.
He figured closing in on forty served the purpose as well as any.
Neon blue criss-crossed against his forearms, honey-brown skin turned iridescent under the over-bright club lights. Loud, pulsing music in his ears, and he bit back a smile. Some things never change.
It was a comforting thought, really. And right now he needed all the familiarity he could handle.
After all, he was here to see about a boy. A thought that left him feeling a little dirty, a little naughty, except that the “boy” in question was miles above him on both counts.
Crash’s front door swung open, bringing with it the chill and rain of late-November Seattle air, and Dean didn’t have to glance over his shoulder to know. It was in the flush that crept up his neck, hairs standing on end, fingers flexing on glass.
Yeah, I promise. I’ll be there.
He ordered another drink, ignoring the curious interest of the pretty blonde bartender who tried to catch his eye. The buttery-soft leather of his coat suddenly felt stifling and too tight, and he shifted in his seat, contemplated ripping the damn thing off.
“Single-malt on the rocks.” Warm, rumbly, a little too dry. Right up against Dean’s ear, and he released a long-held breath--fourteen years, Alec, you asshole--and settled back into his skin.
“I’ll take care of that,” he said easily, dropping his own glass on the counter and turning half in his seat. The shadows played across Alec’s face, those same old mysteries creeping up and strangling Dean by the throat. The words were needless, but he said them anyway. “Buy you a drink?”
Feline-sharp eyes stroked him up and down, tongue touching the corners of a too-fuckable mouth that Dean damn well remembered. Home sweet home. “You look like a nice boy.” Alec licked his lips, hunger melting within green-gold and black. “What’re you doing in a place like this?”
Dean smirked, elbow propped against the bar as he mirrored Alec’s stance, pulling in closer until they were pressed chest to hip in the dim corner of the bar. He let out a soft laugh, lowered his voice. “Maybe you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
He dropped his gaze, biting down on his lip and knowing the effect it had. The years had tacked on, but Dean Forester was still the same babyfaced heartbreaker he’d always been, and instead of resenting it, he’d simply grown to appreciate the fine art. Especially when it left people, Alec, flushed and nearly vibrating with raw tension.
Alec’s grin was sharp, edged with a desperation that sent Dean’s blood pumping faster. “Well, why don’t you give me a try, puppy?” He leaned in before Dean could speak, nose nuzzled deep against Dean’s neck.
“Are you sniffing me?” Dean asked, affronted, amused, everything in between.
Alec’s teeth grazed across his jugular, a light brush that had chills rising up in a flush wave. “Just checking.” Voice deep and flirtatious, so damn Alec that a pang of nostalgia finally overcame the boiling lust deep in Dean’s belly. “Seeing how good you’ve really been. And you know I can tell.”
Dean snorted, but didn’t push him away. Just raised his glass, bringing it to his lips and smiling fleetingly at the bartender. Even when Alec began nibbling on the cords of his neck, sweet-soft little bites that went straight to his dick, he kept cool, collected, and simply said, “So, how long you been back?”
Alec’s fingers were creeping along his leg now, plucking at the denim stretched taut across Dean’s thigh. Voice muffled, distracted. “Mmm…a week? God, you taste good. Such a good little boy, huh? No playing with anyone else.”
Dean chose not to comment on the fact that technically, he was the older one now, so Alec could take that “little boy” shit and shove it. Mostly because he’d just figured it all out, and goddamn it, but he was gonna strangle the manipulative bastard until his neck popped.
“A week.”
Not noticing the shift in Dean’s voice, clearly too drugged by the promise of sex--oh, fucking yes--Alec didn’t speak. Just nodded, tonguing Dean’s collarbone and making ridiculously hot little purring sounds in the back of his throat.
“Fourteen years, Alec.” Dean’s voice went hard, frustrated, and Alec finally looked up. Dean’s lips flattened at the faux-guilt shining in his eyes, and he shook his head. “You’re a damn son of a bitch.”
“Aw, c’mon, sugar.” Sugar? Oh, for the love of… “You don’t mean that.” The asshole was still fucking purring, back to mouthing at Dean’s jaw, and hell. It may’ve only been a week for Alec, but for Dean it’d been fourteen goddamn years.
And Alec was gonna feel every last second of it, one burning inch at a time.
Something of his intentions must’ve shown in his eyes, because Alec’s darkened and he stepped back. Clearing his throat, he called somewhere over his shoulder, “Hey, Max, I’m…I’m gonna leave okay?”
Dean snorted, grinning. “No, you’re gonna come.”
“Filthy,” Alec murmured, tossing back his scotch and slamming the glass down. “He’s paying,” he said to the bartender, flipping his collar up and shooting Dean a look--come and get me then--before walking backward, disappearing into the crowd.
Same old Alec. But Dean finally knew what to do about that.
The End.
Author’s Notes: Heh. Where to even begin? This all started as kind of a joke--it still is, I guess--when I polled my flist and basically let them tell me which Jensen Ackles character I should pair up with CuteDean for deanfest_2007. Alec won by a pretty overwhelming majority, and thus began this crazy adventure.
Just as many people had a say-so in the pairing of this fic, many others had a helping hand in making it what it is today. The list is too long to name right now, but you all know who you are, and I love you for it. For supporting this obsession of mine with graphics, an open mind, and not laughing your asses off at The Girl Who Would Never Write a Crossover. For that I am immensely grateful. *g*
Super special thanks go out to miss_begonia for stepping up to beta this albatross and assuring me it was something enjoyable-Sonia, thank you thank you thank you! ♥
[dean forester/alec mcdowell, nc-17, 18K]
*notes at the end of fic
I Like the Way You Still Say Please
By keepaofthecheez. - [Part 1]
“Whoa, steady there, lightweight.” Alec’s laughter thrummed against his ear, and Dean’s bottom lip thrust out in a distinct pout.
“I woulda won,” he said, pulling away and leaning against the inside of his front door. “If I could’ve seen what was going on.”
Alec chuckled again, reaching up to brush the hair off Dean’s forehead. Dean caught his wrist, their gazes locked, and he swallowed a bit before shoving his fingers away.
“Don’t do that, okay?” He could hear the frustration in his tone, saw it answered in the slight lift of Alec’s brow. “I don’t…”
“Don’t what?” And goddamn, but Dean knew fucking well what that voice was for. He’d heard Alec putting it to good use on the bartender, the waitresses, and a group of college co-eds on break from the local university.
“You think you’re so slick, that I don’t see what’s going on.” He wagged a finger in Alec’s face, only a little surprised when Alec grabbed it and brought it up to his mouth. Dean held his breath, ignoring the trip in his pulse when Alec rubbed it along his lips, eyes dark and, oh god.
“Okay.” Alec moved closer, quick as a blur and Dean was pressed against the door, nowhere to run. “So, we gonna fuck then?”
Dean’s breath escaped him on what was most definitely not a groan, especially when Alec’s hand slipped down his chest, palming and squeezing and, god, what was it he was saying no to? “See, there’s this thing where I don’t fuck guys.”
“Well, lucky for us.” Alec flashed his teeth. “I do.”
There was no disguising the heat in Alec’s gaze, and Dean couldn’t fucking look away. Just stared back, feeling the alcohol working its way through his blood, making him lust-stupid and thoughtless.
One second he was watching the way the light caught and danced in Alec’s eyes--feeling incredibly romantic and melancholy--and the next. The next he was flat on his back with Alec up in his face, breath heavy and whiskey-flavored.
“Keep on lookin’ at me like that, puppy dog, and see what happens.” It was a promise, not a threat, given in filthy-low tones and rumbles. Dean’s cock twitched, and he reached up for Alec’s hips.
“God, get off.” His heart was beating too damn fast as he shoved Alec away, eyes challenging and hot when Alec barely budged in his lap. Fingers digging deep into Alec’s waist, Dean pulled him up higher, until Alec’s eyes went wide and Dean knew he was feeling the press of dick. It was just enough to throw Alec off, and Dean watched him go down to the floor with a satisfying thud. Leaned over and added in an easy slur, “An’ don’t call me that.”
Alec tucked his arms behind his head, stretched his legs out and grinned. “Your bark worse than your bite then, puppy?”
It was sort of a surprise when he felt Alec’s lip splitting beneath his knuckles, and Dean stared down at the sprawled-out figure on the floor with a dazed kind of wonder. Alec was gazing back up at him, eyes dark and blown, cheeks flushed.
“I guess not,” he purred, licking at his lip and the blood staining the corner of his mouth.
Dean went instantly blind, a curse on his tongue as he fell on Alec and took that plump, swollen--from his goddamn hand--lip between his teeth. Shoved his fingers under Alec’s shirt, warm flesh burning there, and Alec stretched under him and moaned like the pretty little whore Dean was starting to believe he was. Not that Dean had a problem with that.
“Yeah, that’s right…not such a good boy anymore, huh?” Alec laughed, a little slurred as Dean kept chewing on his lip. His hips rolled, fingers sinking deep into Dean’s hair and pulling him back by the nape of his neck. “Or are you plannin’ to show me just how sweet you can be?”
“Why don’t you shut up for five seconds and find out?” Dean shot back, eyes narrowed on the shine of Alec’s mouth. He tongued the tender flesh again, grinding down and ripping a throaty groan from them both. “Not fucking fair. You’re not…” Fucking fair.
“C’mon.” Alec’s voice went soft. Desperate. He reached down, found the press of Dean’s erection and squeezed until Dean’s eyes were near-on rolling in his head. “I dare you. Do it. Do it.”
Dean growled, rolled Alec onto his knees with rough hands. The bastard just looked over his shoulder, laughing eyes, pursed mouth Dean could just imagine slick-pretty and wrapped around his dick. God.
“Puppy looks ready to bite again,” Alec chuckled, rocking his hips back, taunting. Dean’s cock was in pain now, and his teeth snagged down on his lip so hard white spots started dancing across his vision.
He couldn’t look away from the small of Alec’s back, the flare of his ass, and god, he could be in there right now if he wanted to be. Fucking hard, and deep, turning Alec’s maddening sarcasm to slurred pleading and it’d be so hot. He knew it would be.
It wouldn’t have to mean anything. He could take this now and it wouldn’t mean a damn thing. No regrets, recriminations. It’d just be a fuck. Getting off.
He wouldn’t have to be nice about it.
“I don’t fuck around,” he finally said, hands shaking as he ran them down and across Alec’s back, shaping the muscle and choking on his words. “I don’t fuck around, and I don’t screw guys.”
Alec made a disbelieving sound in the back of his throat that trailed off, dead, when Dean jerked his pants down past his hips. His head dropped between his shoulders. “Yeah, yeah, okay.”
Oh god, he was too fucking perfect. Bronzed skin and hard lines, that goddamn barcode stark and tantalizing on the back of his neck…Dean leaned up and licked the length of it, feeling Alec tremble under him with a sense of satisfaction. “Like that?” he breathed, nibbling the edges of the mark.
“Stop…fuckin’ around.” But there was no irony in the words, just plain and simple arousal. “C’mon.”
“You ever shut up?” Dean sighed, leering a bit because, hell yeah, look who was back in control. His fingers flexed along Alec’s hips, pulling him back and against Dean’s own. That’s when it hit him, and the realization wasn’t pretty. “Oh, hell.”
“What. What?” Alec lifted his head from where it was resting on his forearm, eyes glazed and cheeks flushed. Dean could swear he was vibrating under him, purring just under his breath. “God, don’t tell me you want more foreplay or something.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Asshole, I don’t have…anything. Wet.” Heat worked up his neck and well, jeez, he’d never done this before. Alec didn’t have to stare at him like he was a fucking moron.
“Don’t care, don’t need it. Just get your dick in me.” Alec bit his lip and wiggled his hips and it should’ve looked ridiculous. Instead, it just made Dean fuck-hungry and desperate.
“Okay, fine, Jesus Christ. God--”
“Save the religious awakening for later, all right, and fuck. My. Ass.”
If Dean had expected sex to tame Alec’s smartass attitude, he was to be sadly disappointed. He bit back all of the snide remarks burning his own tongue, fingering Alec’s hips and contemplating the best plan of attack.
Okay. So, no lube. He needed something wet. He wasn’t much of a sadist, and he was completely new to gay sex, but no matter what Alec and his super-fucking-special genes claimed…Dean was pretty damn sure they’d both end up regretting a straight-up dry fuck.
Dean wasn’t one to brag, but he was six-and-a-half feet, for god’s sake.
“Yo, I’m not getting any looser down here.” Alec was close to whining now, and Dean smirked.
It was an idea, anyway.
He stuck two fingers in his mouth, free hand pressing Alec back down when he shifted and tried to turn around. Dean held his gaze, enjoying the play of freckles across the bridge of Alec’s nose. They seemed to stand out darker amongst the rosy flush, little pinpoints of arousal. Dean’s fingers slid free with a slick pop.
Alec frowned when he bent his head, lips pressing against the spots, tasting, but then he let out a grateful groan as Dean’s fingers slid down, flirting against his ass. Opening him up, and Alec licked his mouth and rumbled, “Yeah…now we’re talking.”
Dean pulled away, staring down in amazement. Watched the slick-slide of his index and middle fingers, felt the clamping heat threatening to crunch his bones. “Oh, god.” Lashes fluttering, he swayed back on his heels, teeth sinking into his lip. “That’s, um.”
“Mmm, Alec agreed, rolling back, fucking himself hard on Dean’s fingers. Dean shook himself a little, scissoring wider, thumbing at the stretched-tight skin and imagining fucking that rosy-pink hole open until his name was burned across Alec’s filthy lips.
Still working his fingers, he reached down and popped open the snap of his jeans. Chuffed a breath when pressure gave way to relief for a split second before his dick readjusted to the situation and began throbbing even more than before, flirting toward Alec’s ass like it was sniffing out a new place to bunk down for life. Dean choked out a curse at the thought. Reached into his back pocket, grabbed the tiny foil packet.
Alec glanced back again as he ripped the condom open, eyes traveling from Dean’s tight-lipped expression to his blood-flushed cock. Any other time, Dean might’ve smirked at the obvious admiration coloring that worldly gaze. As it was, he was too busy trying not to shoot off in his hand while putting the damn rubber on.
Collecting himself with a quick clearing of throat, Alec rolled his neck and sent Dean a look so absolutely immoral it had Dean’s fingers fumbling with the latex. “How romantic,” Alec cooed, mocking, provocative. “Gonna buy me a steak dinner when it’s over, too, baby?”
Dean lifted his gaze from his dick, grabbed Alec by the waist, lined up and drove in. Oaths stained his lips, and he reeled a bit from the immediate rush of tighttootighttoohotohgod. Through the roar in his ears, he heard Alec’s desperate whimper, felt him squirming and shifting around his prick. Dean frowned, lips trembling at the corners. “Oh, god, is it. Should I--”
He shut up almost immediately, worries dissipating when Alec’s fingers spread out against the floor and he started rocking back, fucking himself on Dean’s cock. It was too fast, too hard, Dean knew they should be taking this slower…his dick felt rubbed raw already and they’d just, oh yeah, just started and--
“Do me like that, kid, yeah.” Alec was panting under him, humming and glowing with sweat-sheen. Dean’s fingers kept slipping, his vision whiteing in and out with every thrust while Alec kept talking, whispering, “Don’t hold back on me.”
Dean’s lids fell; through his lashes he saw black on gold and licked his lips, already leaning forward again. Alec shuddered and cried out when Dean sank his teeth into the barcode again, dragging out the curse like a prayer and he was newly baptized.
Dean had never fucked like this, dirty and wrong and god there would be bruises come morning. He’d taken women on their knees, and there’d been the time Rory’d let him go down on her in Miss Patty’s--skirt shoved up past her waist and oh, Dean, please on her pretty little bow-mouth. But even then, at his dirtiest he’d never…he hadn’t been able to let go.
Dean just didn’t fuck people, didn’t know how. He got too emotionally involved, it always became something more whenever he wasn’t looking. This time…he was going into this thing with both eyes wide open, and apparently with his dick up the ass of the hottest, most annoying son of a bitch he’d ever laid eyes on.
No way was he gonna fall into that trap again. Not with Alec. There’d be no moment when his common sense kicked in, said slow down, take it easy. He could ride hard, make it hurt…bite and claw and spank…
At just the thought of that, of his hand burning bright against Alec’s ass, Dean stifled a groan and came with a quick stutter of hips, still mouthing messily at the nape of Alec’s neck.
“Ah, god. Just like a fucking…Ordinary,” Alec tried to snark, but he was fisting himself, quick blur of motion. Dean caught the helpless edge underneath the words, even before tight heat and muscle clamped down around him, wrung him dry. “Quick on the dra…oh, hell.”
It wasn’t until he did a pancake, flat-out against Alec’s back, that Dean even realized he was laughing. Really, truly fucking laughing for the first time in longer than he’d bothered keeping track of. Alec was cursing him--get up you lazy bastard, can’t fucking breathe--and Dean’s legs and thighs burned--god, gonna be sore tomorrow--but he guessed he didn’t much care.
And he had Alec fucking McDowell to thank for that.
xxx
He woke up with his dick down Alec’s throat.
“Holy,” was Dean’s intelligent assessment of the situation, and he spread his legs apart, let Alec scoot in closer.
Thoughts of sleep, soreness, melted away with every flick of Alec’s tongue, and Dean reached down. Grabbed a handful of gold and tugged, until Alec lifted his chin and sleep-heavy, aroused eyes met his own.
Alec didn’t seem too embarrassed to be caught out molesting Dean in his sleep; a stubborn glint filled his gaze, and he opened his lips wide, let Dean watch the slick slide of cock to mouth. Dean groaned, and Alec pulled back, lapping around in wet circles.
The sheets caught up under Alec’s thighs, baring lengths of pretty, tanned, freckled flesh. Dean couldn’t hold back another appreciative murmur, now petting Alec’s head happily. “Is this, uh, some kind of feline DNA thing? Tongue baths?” he asked, only half-joking.
“This is an Alec is horny and must be satisfied kind of thing,” Alec spoke around his dick, and Dean might’ve laughed at the sight. If, you know, it hadn’t involved his dick in Alec’s hot, sucking mouth.
“Satisfied, my ass. I already screwed your brains out last night,” he said thoughtlessly, lifting his hips and fucking past Alec’s lips with slow, steady rolls. Alec’s fingers were stroking along his hips, breath warm when he pulled back and laughed against the swollen crest of Dean’s cock.
“That you did, Sparky.” Alec’s grin was just this side of filthy, and Dean swallowed a rebuttal. “Good to know you were paying attention.”
“Fuck you.” Which was, of course, exactly the wrong thing to say. Alec’s expression turned sly and delighted, and he sat back on his heels and stared down at Dean. Dean dropped his head back against the pillows several times in succession. “Why - why are you stopping?”
“Look at you.” Alec shifted, straddling Dean’s lower belly, and Dean perked up almost instantly. “Completely ruined for life, huh.” It wasn’t a question, and Dean frowned a bit, wondering at the vague sense of superiority flashing behind Alec’s eyes when he leaned in close, lips almost touching Dean’s. “No one who saw you like this would call you a nice boy.”
Dean couldn’t argue with that, not when Alec was licking the palm of his hand now and reaching back. Those ridiculously long lashes fluttered on a rough sigh as he took hold of Dean’s cock and rocked back, pressing in and-
“Oh, holy shit.”
Dean barely had time to grip the headboard, mouth wide open and eyes slitted while Alec rode hard. He came fast, there was no defense against it, and panted through a string of expletives that had Alec smirking through his own orgasm before he slid off and stretched like, well, like he was some kind of superhuman fucking machine.
“I hate you,” Dean groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes. He would never walk again, and he hadn’t even taken it up the ass. His legs felt like jelly, his cock flexed and jerked and, was he still coming? “Oh, god, I hate you so much.”
“Yeah, I just felt how much you hate me,” was Alec’s sarcastic reply. He slapped Dean on the thigh, a sharp sting that had Dean’s hips lurching. “Get up, already. Got places to go.”
“Go to hell.”
Alec’s laugh was anything but. “Yeah, basically.”
Dean peeked out at that, saw the quick play of emotion across Alec’s features that the other man hid as soon as he caught Dean looking. Shoving up on his elbows and manfully swallowing another grunt of complete and utter exhaustion, Dean asked, “What’s up?”
Alec turned away, muscles shifting across his back as he tugged his shirt on over his head. “We’ve wasted enough time here,” he said, and Dean detected a note of frustration in his voice. “Now that you finally believe me, we gotta blaze. I’m working on a time-table here, kid.”
That burned, more than Dean wanted to admit. His tone went hard, blunt. “I just had my dick up your ass.” When Alec turned on him with a cautiously interested look, Dean squared his shoulders and refused the urge to pluck at the bedsheets. “So don’t fucking call me kid.”
Alec blinked, and then shook his head on a low laugh. “Yeah, sure thing, stud. Now get dressed.”
Dean gritted his teeth, but it was obvious that something had happened. Alec was on edge and whatever earlier intimacy had existed between them--god help him--had disappeared. Dean would let it go for now, but he damn well expected answers to the questions piling up in his mind.
“Fine,” he said coolly, coming to his feet and ignoring the burn of over-used muscles, shouldering past Alec. “Gimme a minute to wash the stink off.”
He slammed the door in Alec’s bemused face, and dropped down on the toilet with his head in his hands. “Jesus, man, what are you doing?”
Of course he had to go and fall for the obnoxious fucker. It was the way these things always worked, after all.
xxx
“Seattle,” Dean echoed later, brows disappearing beneath the ballcap pulled down low over his eyes. “You wanna drive cross-country in two days? Are you out of your mind? I have a business to run, responsibilities--”
“Let’s discuss it on the road.” Alec grabbed him by the arm, propelling him toward the Jeep idling just outside of Dean’s apartment.
Dean jerked away, affront and exasperation warring across his features as Alec turned to send him a pained look . “Dude. I can’t just run off to fucking Seattle with you! No.”
“Have you been listening to anything I’ve said?” Alec moved closer, eyes flashing, and Dean’s breath caught on a whisper of fear. There was nothing quite like seeing Alec well and truly pissed off, and it seemed Dean was going just that route.
Then again, he hardly gave a damn. “I’ve been listening, but you’re barely talking!”
“Okay, then. Listen up.” Alec folded his arms, and Dean was absolutely not staring at the way those golden muscles bunched and shifted beneath faded cotton. Alec’s voice became a slow drawl, each word chock full of insinuation. “We. Need. To go. To Seattle.”
“Swear to god, I’m two seconds away from fucking your shit up.”
“Oh, go ahead and try, Sasquatch. C’mon.” Alec raised his chin, cocky grin in place. “I’ll give you a freebie.”
“I…” Dean’s gaze caught helplessly on the curve of pink lips, and he raised a hand, rubbed the back of his neck and cussed. “I hate you.”
“You already said that. Now get in.” Alec patted him on the shoulder, was already moving toward the driver’s side--hey, that’s my truck!--when Dean heard a frighteningly familiar voice call his name.
Head whipping around, he came face-to-face with soft brown curls and bright blue eyes. “Rory.” Surprise tightened his voice, heightening it beyond typical tone and nuance, and he saw Alec glance up from the corner of his eye. Great. “You’re…here.”
Rory smiled, politely enough, although Dean could’ve cut the tension with a knife. It wasn’t like this was the first time they’d seen each other since, well, The End--and he couldn’t believe he was still capitalizing it in his head--but then he’d never faced her while still fresh from the fuck of his life, said fuck watching them both with unabashed interest.
“Just to visit the baby,” she said, pulling the strap of her purse higher up her shoulder. Dean blinked, then put two-and-two together and nodded.
“Right. Well, I’m sure Lane’ll be happy to see you,” he said graciously, fidgeting on both feet because, goddamn Alec wasn’t saying anything but he was more than making his presence known. Rory kept shooting glances in Alec’s direction, licking her lips nervously, and Dean plastered an easy smile across his features.
“Um, how are you?” Rory waved a helpless hand, and god, it couldn’t get any more awkward. “I hear your shop is taking right off.”
“Yeah. Yeah, it’s great. Uh, how’s Logan?”
Alec snorted, and Dean shot him a warning look. Rory’s gaze flicked back and forth between them, and then she let out a little laugh.
“Am I interrupting something?” She raised her brows at the bags waiting by the Jeep’s tires. “Mom said you had family visiting…” She trailed off, obviously waiting for Dean to fill in the blanks.
Before Dean could reply, Alec leaned across the hood of the truck and drawled, “This is adorable and all, but dude, I wanna be in Akron by sundown. Can we hurry it up already?”
“Rory,” Dean said from between his teeth, “this is Alec. My not-as-of-yet-housebroken cousin from, um. Up north.”
Rory blinked. “I thought all of your cousins were girls?”
“She’s right.” Alec heaved a sigh and came the rest of the way around, resting a hand on Dean’s shoulder and squeezing. Dean had a really bad feeling about this, which was only heightened when Alec pressed in close, began playing with the ends of his hair and cooing. “C’mon, sweetheart. The truth was bound to come out eventually. You can’t deny what we have.”
“Get off me, jackass.” Dean slapped at his hands, ignoring Alec’s laughter and Rory’s openmouthed expression. Heat crawled up his neck and he slanted a twisted smile at Rory before shoving Alec back a full step and jerking open the car door. “We gotta go. It was nice seeing you, Rory. Take care, okay?”
“Bye,” Rory said, nonplussed, but Dean barely heard her anymore. He was glaring at Alec and grinding his teeth into dust.
“Get in the motherfucking car,” he hissed after Rory had turned and walked away, and Alec lifted both hands in the universal Who me? I’m innocent way of gestures, slipped into the passenger seat and smirked.
“Change your mind?”
Dean flipped on the radio, slouched low in his seat and refused to think about the boner stretching his jeans just from a stupid goddamn brush of Alec’s hand. “You’re totally defective, you know that, right?”
“Yeah, well, take it up with the people who engineered me.”
Alec wasn’t smiling anymore, just staring out the window with a hard look that drained away any lingering anger Dean was harboring.
“Fuck,” he stated succinctly. Started the Jeep, and pulled out onto the road.
xxx
They made it to Ohio, and Dean paid for a night at a Super 8 just off the highway while Alec scavenged the adjoining mini-mart for enough junk food to feed a small army.
The next day and a half was spent driving through Illinois, Idaho, and they didn’t bother stopping again until the west coast gleamed in the distance and Dean felt like he’d been run over by an eighteen-wheeler.
To his credit, even Alec seemed tired, and they dropped facefirst into bed at the first motel they encountered after the Welcome to Washington sign bid them hello.
Things had been strained, at best, since Stars Hollow, and Dean wasn’t quite sure what to do about it. Wasn’t quite sure what had happened, truth be told. He didn’t ask questions when Alec bought a double room, didn’t let it bother him when the most eye contact he received was because he’d come out of the shower bare-ass naked on a wild hair of determination.
And this was just plain stupid.
Dean said as much, ignoring Alec’s sour glare as the other man stared out of the window at the driving rain. “What, missing home already?” Alec snarked, and something finally clicked.
“What’s your problem, anyway?” Dean’s gaze followed Alec’s restless pacing thoughtfully, hope starting to build up inside him. He decided to push, just a little bit. See what happened. “You take it like a bitch, but you don’t usually act like one.”
Alec went still by the window, and Dean licked his lips and prepared for confrontation. When it came, Alec’s voice was plenty antagonistic, but the fight just wasn’t there. “Bet you wish I did, huh? That I was some goddamn pretty little thing you could wrap around your finger, show off to the world, right, Dean?”
“What?” Dean’s mouth fell open on a short, disbelieving chuckle. “First of all, you’re plenty pretty, so don’t sell yourself short.” When Alec growled a warning deep in his throat, Dean resisted the urge to laugh out loud. “Seriously, man, what’s this about? You’ve been weird since--”
Alec’s gaze flicked to his, shadowed and hard to read, and Dean’s words trailed off on a sputter of breath. Oh. Alec just kept staring at him, and Dean filled the awkward silence with a cough. “Well, um, is this about…?”
“You could do better,” Alec--thankfully--interrupted him, pursing his lips and dropping onto the bed. “She’s too damn skinny anyway.”
“Too skinny,” Dean parroted, because really, who could believe this? Alec sounded jealous of Rory Gilmore, and Dean was close to doing cartwheels across the shabby motel carpeting. “Well, sure, maybe she is a bit. But god, those eyes…”
Alec sprawled out, folding a pillow under his head and making a face. “Oh, please. Homegirl needs a sandwich.”
“Dude, why do you even care?” Dean finally laughed, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “Rory’s so far in the past she might as well be--”
“Hey, who said I cared? I don’t give a damn, I just think--”
“--barely ever see her, anyway--” Realization washed over Dean like warm, Pacific waves. Turned his smile bright and pleased. “Huh. You’re totally into me.”
“Yeah, like that’s such an accomplishment." Alec snickered and stretched out on the bed, scratching at his belly and staring back at Dean from under those ridiculous girl-lashes. He wet his lips with his tongue, and Dean's fingers started to itch. "You’re hot, got a nice ass, and I’m a guy. If I told you half the shit I've been into...”
Which, true. But still.
Dean moved closer, frustration already beginning to edge the satisfaction of finally--finally--getting some sort of advantage over Alec. It sharpened his voice, deepened it to something challenging that didn't belong anywhere outside the four walls of the bedroom they were holed up in. "No way, man. I bet you have a notebook or...or something you draw hearts and I love Dean all over with a pink glitter pen. Fucking admit it.”
Alec blinked, expression going comically still, and it was all Dean could do to tuck his tongue inside his cheek and keep from grinning. “Okay," Alec drawled out around a strained laugh, sitting up on his elbows, and Dean's gaze was caught by the thin band of flesh taunting him from above Alec's belt. "I think you seriously need to reconsider the whole who’s psychotic thing here.”
Eyes narrowing, Dean took another step. Enough of this shit. “You’re hot for me.”
Alec just shook his head, amusement clearly written across his features when Dean tackled him flat to the mattress. “God, you are a territorial little puppy dog, huh?”
Flashes of Rory, Jess, standing idly by, raced through his mind, and Dean was just so seriously fucking done.
“C'mon." He didn't even recognize his own voice anymore, the rough edges, the way his tongue tripped over the words and slurred them all together. He had Alec's shirt between his fingers, and the rip of fabric, the widening of Alec's green-gold eyes on a low moan, had him bearing his teeth in a distinctly feral grin. "Oooh, the big bad Transgenic gonna bend over for the Ordinary again?”
“F-Fuck,” Alec started, panting heavy and harsh, “you. Keep it up and I’ll kick your ass.”
“Empty threat.” Dean nuzzled the side of his neck, opening his mouth and tasting. “You like my ass too much.”
Alec’s hips jerked when Dean found a spot just under his ear, and Dean grinned and licked. “I wouldn’t know.” Alec managed valiantly to keep his voice even, but there was a distinct tremor Dean couldn’t help but exploit. “Having never had your ass.”
At that, Dean froze. Pulled back enough to see wide-blown pupils, the sex-flush across Alec’s cheeks. He was all but straddling Alec already, groin thick and heavy, and he ground his hips down. Savored the cheap moan that escaped Alec’s throat. “You want to?” he asked, nervous excitement shaking in his voice. “You wanna fuck my ass, Alec?”
“Oh, god.”
“Would that get you to admit it, you stubborn jerk?” Dean lowered his head again, sucking a bruise to the surface of Alec’s skin. He shoved his fingers up under the hem of Alec’s shirt, shivering a little along with Alec when he was met with silky-smooth flesh. Dragging his nails along Alec’s belly, he moved up to his ear, voice thrumming. “Would it?”
“Trying to seduce me won’t work,” Alec returned as if unaffected, but Dean barely recognized the deep, gritty tenor. “I’m trained for this shit.”
“Fuck your training,” Dean growled, sitting up and jerking his shirt over his head. He grabbed Alec’s hand, pressed it up against the swelling in his pants and narrowed his eyes. “This isn’t some goddamn conditioned response.”
“How do you know?” But Alec was stroking him of his own free will now, thumbing at Dean’s zipper, and Dean closed his eyes and rocked forward into his hands. “How do you know I don’t have you right where I want you?”
“Because you’re still dressed,” Dean muttered, eyes popping open in time to see the surprised smirk on Alec’s face. “Come on, man. Don’t make me ask Rory.”
Alec’s eyes went wide, and then he was laughing loud and bright. “That’s a scary fucking thought, and I was practically grown in a lab, man.”
“Your time’s running out.” Dean feigned disinterest, let Alec tug his pants down his hips. Tried not to react when Alec’s fist closed tight around him, but couldn’t bite back a groan, the urge to fuck up and into. “God, Alec, come on.”
“Yeah, I got you.” Alec sat up, dropping a kiss on Dean’s shoulder, hand still pumping vigorously. “Just…lay back…no, not like that. Yeah, there you go. That’s real pretty, wish I had a camera.”
Dean twisted his neck and scowled up at him, prostrate on the bed with his ass in the air. “I swear to god, you better be worth the price of admission.”
“Just remember my name, bitch.” Teeth flashing, Alec jerked down his own pants and took hold of Dean’s hips. Dean closed his eyes tight, restless and nervous, and he jerked a bit at the sound of a bottle cap popping open. Forced himself to breathe as Alec slicked himself up, then reached down to stretch Dean wide.
The first finger was nothing. Dean nodded his head, gave Alec the go ahead to add another, and gritted his teeth at the sudden burn. “Oh, damn.” His fingers curled into the sheets, forehead pressed against his wrist.
“Easy,” Alec was saying, none of his usual attitude coloring his voice. “I got you. Gonna sting a bit.”
It went on long minutes, and Alec waited until Dean was humping back against his fingers, a deep itch settling down in his bones, and then Dean felt those fingers slip free. Bit down on his bicep, knowing what was coming next.
He’d be lying if he said it didn’t hurt like hell, but it was almost like a necessary burn when Alec hissed and pressed in. “Fuckfuckfuck,” on his breath, and Dean made a sound and buried his face against the pillow.
It was slow, easy, nothing at all like the two times before. There was a part of Dean that wanted to challenge that obvious handicap, get them back on equal footing. Then there was the part of him that was ever so fucking grateful.
When Alec leaned over, pressing a kiss to the middle of his back, he slid deep and Dean nearly came apart at the sensation. “Oh god, do that again.” He felt Alec grin against him, the graze of teeth, and then another flutter of hips.
“Like that?”
Dean sat up on his knees as best he could, reaching for his dick, and pumped with each steady stroke. Just as Alec was speeding up, his breath growing heavier and his curses filthier, the first shot splashed across Dean’s fingers and he cried out, a pillow-biting mess.
Alec fucked him for real then, riding out Dean’s orgasm and claiming his own. Dean held his dick in his hand and whimpered, spent and exhausted when Alec finally pulled away. He heard the slick sounds of rubber, saw the condom flash through the air as Alec tossed it away.
“Gah,” was all he could manage, legs hanging off the bed when Alec climbed back on. “I mean. Whoa.”
There was a beat of silence, and then Alec rested his hand on top of Dean’s head. “Yeah, that’s good enough.”
Dean hummed under his breath, eyes already falling closed as the air conditioner kicked on with a cool sigh. Alec’s fingers stayed tangled in his hair, seemingly happy to flirt and tease with the shaggy ends.
He was hovering on hazy reality when Alec broke the silence. “I have a clipboard.”
“What?” Dean mumbled, not really paying attention. Alec’s grip on his hair tightened, and he let out a soft hiss. “God, what?”
“That I’d write your name all over in pink glitter pen,” Alec cracked, seemingly amused with himself for coming back to the point. “It’s not a notebook, it’s a clipboard. And I used it for work, so suck it up, bitch.”
Dean fell asleep with a grin tugging at his lips.
xxx
Hours and several bags of Cheetos later, Dean sprawled out on the king, watching Alec watch late-night MTV. After the fourth consecutive rap video, he couldn’t help but ask. “Seriously, dude. What’s the appeal?”
Alec’s eyes followed the shaking of hips, ass, and he breathed, “Video bitches.”
Dean laughed at that one for a good twenty minutes. Then Alec finally got bored and came to over to suck Dean’s brains out through his dick. Which, hell, Dean wasn’t complaining. But he wasn’t stupid, either, and he couldn’t help but notice that here they were, and Alec still hadn’t said a damn thing about what they were even after.
He brought it up when they were both fucked-out and satisfied, sweat and come still drying on his skin. “We’re going to Manticore, aren’t we?”
Alec’s fingers stilled against his belly, then almost immediately went back to stroking lazy circles around his navel. “Yeah.”
Just that simple. Yeah.
Ignoring the protest of aching muscles, Dean sat up against the headboard, Alec’s hand dropping away. “Tell me what’s going on, Alec. Hell, I can’t figure out why you even need me to go with you. It’s not like I can leap tall buildings or burn shit up with my heat-vision.”
“I need you,” Alec murmured, dropping a kiss under Dean’s nipple. Dean gritted his teeth, cock twitching when Alec’s mouth moved higher, closing around the hard nub and sucking.
“C’mon, man.”
Alec groaned, fell back and slung an arm over his face. “Dean.”
“Alec.”
“Fine.” Alec peeked out and frowned. “Maybe…technically I didn’t exactly need you to come along.”
Dean had suspected as much. “Then what the hell am I doing here?”
“I just…” Alec shrugged. “I wanted to meet you. You’re this big huge mystery, and I just. I don’t do well with being told no. I figured I’d hunt you down, see what was what, and then head off to fulfill my manly destiny before going back. No one would ever have to know.”
Dean’s immediate protestations had died before Alec had finished speaking, and something soft lurched in his chest when Alec looked away and wouldn’t meet his gaze again. Color bloomed on his cheeks, and it was so not Alec that it somehow put them on equal footing.
Alec cleared his throat, scooted back and grabbed a pillow, voice gruffer than before. “Anyway, I met you. And then I wanted you. And so here you are.”
“Always get what you want?” He meant it to be joking, but Dean figured he was probably being more serious than he’d ever been in his life. Alec finally looked up, met his gaze head-on.
“No.” It was a challenge if Dean had ever heard one.
He waited a minute, let Alec sweat it out--he really wasn’t as nice as everyone thought--and then said, nonchalant as you please, “So, tell me what we’re after. Sex? Drugs? Rock and roll?”
Alec smiled, and Dean’s heart waved a white flag. “Just a cure.”
“A cure. Someone sick?”
Alec rolled over, chin in his hands. “It’s a long, complicated story with a thus-tragic ending. Which is what I’m here to change.”
“What we’re here to change, apparently, so lay it on me.”
Dean listened with a sense of fascination as Alec explained about Max, a fellow transgenic and Alec’s closest friend, and the virus Manticore had infected her with. It was all just a little too ridiculous to absorb, a little too far-fetched, and yet Dean saw the truth in Alec’s eyes.
At this point, that was enough.
“It’s my fault, anyway. So I have to set it right.” Alec’s voice went hard, and the soldier came to life right in front of Dean’s eyes. “After the first site was burned down, a lot of information was lost to us. We know now there’s a cure, but it just doesn’t exist anymore in my time.”
“Thus the Marty McFly routine.” Dean sighed. “God, I wish none of this made any sense. You really have no idea how much I wish that.”
Alec’s lips tilted. “I think I do. You’re not exactly a mystery, man.”
“Fuck off.” A beat, and then, “So when do we leave?”
“You’re not going with me. They can’t…there can’t be any trace of you in that place. Ever.” Dean thought about arguing, but could tell from the firm set of Alec’s jaw that there’d be no argument.
“So, what, I hang around here and jerk off until you get back? C’mon, Alec.”
“I need you to wait for me somewhere. I won’t have much time…I have to get in and out. There can’t be any complications.”
“Wait for you where?”
Alec glanced out the window, and Dean followed his gaze. Felt the first true lurch of fear in his chest. “Oh, no. Dude, fucking hell no.”
“Now don’t tell me you’re afraid of heights, puppy dog.” Alec’s teeth gleamed white, and Dean scowled.
xxx
The motherfucking Space Needle.
Dean shoved his hands inside his pockets, stood in the center of the observation deck and tried not to think about the fact that he was one-hundred and eighty-four feet off the ground. He’d spent hours watching people ooh and ahh, and had contemplated clueing them all in on the fact that this shit was just plain unnatural.
Then again, he was dating, fucking, whatever, a genetically enhanced superhuman so…he’d kept his mouth shut and suffered in silence.
The sun had gone down nearly a half-hour ago, legal visiting hours ending almost an hour before that, and Dean had followed Alec’s instructions: hiding when security came to do their final rounds, waiting for the all-clear sign that the place was in fact deserted.
He hadn’t bothered asking Alec how he’d manage getting up here after-hours, wasn’t really sure he wanted to know. But he was going near crazy wondering if everything had gone all right, if Alec had gotten what he’d needed and was already on his way back.
“Jesus Christ, you aren’t just whipped, you’re hogtied to the altar of Alec,” Dean muttered under his breath.
“Sounds interesting.” Dean spun around, saw Alec climbing up the side ladder and breathed out a sigh of relief. Alec landed on the floor with a soft thud, eyes lit up and glittering. “Tell me more.”
Dean ignored that. “You good to go?”
“Yeah.” And it was obvious then, the change in Alec’s entire demeanor. He’d lost whatever shadows had lurked under the surface since the moment Dean had met him, and was one-hundred percent proof…well, Dean wasn’t sure what. But it was Alec, and it was fucking awesome.
He tilted his head, glancing at Alec’s watch as it silently counted down the time Alec had left. “How long?”
Alec’s expression dimmed a little, and he shifted on his feet. “Ten minutes, maybe.”
Dean nodded. They were quiet a moment, and then he blew the hair from his eyes and shrugged. “Okay. Well, who needs 2007 anyway?”
“You do.” Alec’s gaze burned into his, something like remorse weighing down his words.
Dean couldn’t believe his ears, tilting his head to the side and staring at Alec’s profile against the Seattle night sky. “Wait, are you saying…” The words caught in his throat, went rough and parched. “You seriously expect me to just go back, to Stars Hollow, knowing everything that’s gonna happen?”
Alec turned, just enough so that Dean could see the play of different emotions fleeting across his handsome face. There was the familiar quirk of lips, but Dean knew better by now. Could see the regret buried down deep in those glimmering, tawny eyes. “I expect you to be smart. Survive.”
Dean scoffed, ready to say exactly how he felt about that. Alec came forward, leather and denim hugging his skin, and Dean was taken back to the very first time he’d seen that face staring back at him. Felt a prick of uncertainty when Alec reached out, cupping his hand against Dean’s shoulder and tugging him close.
“So, we’re gonna have to do this the hard way then,” Alec murmured, voice soft and pointed. His mouth worked into a grin that went a long way toward soothing the ragged edges of Dean’s nerves, and Dean snorted and shoved him back.
“The hell do I put up with you for?”
It was a rhetorical statement--they both knew why--but Alec answered anyway, cocky and self-assured as always. “Because I’m pretty.”
Still, Dean wasn’t going down that easy. He folded his arms and stared at Alec, impassive. “Lots of pretty people in the world. Some of them might not even be total freaking lunatics.”
He expected Alec to laugh it off, throw back something sarcastic, keep the game alive. He didn’t expect the flash of possession, his head pulled down, teeth tugging at his lip. He groaned low, found the curve of ass with his palms and squeezed.
“So whipped,” Alec said against his mouth, and now the laughter was readily heard. Dean would’ve scowled, but Alec was absent-mindedly fingering Dean’s collar and staring at him with an expression Dean had never seen the other man wear. “You know we can’t change things, Dean. We gotta just ride them out, see what happens.”
“So, then, what was this?” Dean asked, feeling stubborn and on the edge of something. It wasn’t…there wasn’t enough…there was still so much neither of them had said, and it was so damn girly of him to be postponing this moment just to hear some asinine…what? Declaration of love from a guy like Alec?
He closed his eyes, laughed a little. God, kill me now.
“Hey.” Alec’s voice went low and soft, as serious as Dean had ever heard it. When he opened his eyes again, Alec was still gripping his shirt and grinning. “So, there’s this place called the Crash.”
Dean blinked. “Huh?”
“I hang out there sometimes,” Alex continued easily, completely ignoring the bewildered look on Dean’s face. “Mostly because it annoys the fuck outta Max, but hell. They got good atmosphere, and a helluva happy hour. And pool. I like pool, and--”
“Christ, just spit it out, Alec.” Dean shook his head, amusement overshadowing his anxiety and goddamn if that wasn’t why he was crazy about the fucker. Could flip a mood on a dime.
Alec pulled a face. “I’m just saying, maybe you should meet me there sometime, is all.” He smacked his hand against Dean’s chest, hard. “Way to ruin the romantic mood, asswipe.”
“Meet you there…when?”
Alec’s teeth flashed, smile a bit lopsided. “Um, ten years…or so?”
And Dean wanted to laugh. He really, really did. Which just went to prove how far he’d fallen when he jumped on that offering like a starving man on a Christmas ham. “Yeah. Yeah, all right.”
“Promise me.”
“Yeah, I promise. I’ll be there.”
Alec’s smile faded, eyes burning hot. When he grabbed hold of Dean’s shirt again, it was to breathe against his mouth, “Be good, then. Don’t fuck around with any other boys, okay? ‘Less they gotta death wish.”
“I don’t fuck boys,” Dean deadpanned, enjoying the leer that played at Alec’s lips. He pulled back to swipe a finger along the freckles dotting Alec’s nose and dropped his voice to a husky whisper. “Besides, I’m not the one who can’t go a day without screaming my name.”
Alec pursed his lips, but didn’t deny it. “Yeah well, you got nothin’ to worry about.” Reaching into his jacket, he pulled out a pair of of sleek black sunglasses, and Dean cocked a brow.
“Sun hurting your eyes?” he asked sweetly, and Alec just smiled. Took a few steps back and watched Dean with an almost remorseful expression. Dean’s chest felt too tight, his throat clogged, and he could only stare at Alec’s fingers as they flipped the glasses around and around.
“You know I probably love you, right?”
Dean’s gaze snapped up, the pressure lifting. He opened his mouth and said--god, I love you, too, you stupid idiot-- “Dude. Who are you?”
“Unforgettable, bitch.” Alec slid the sunglasses on--gaze hidden, but smile gone full-force. There was a second where he seemed to shimmer, and then bright light filled the room with blinding heat. Dean caught sight of Alec tapping his sunglasses with pointed satisfaction, and shielded his own gaze from the overpowering illumination. It only lasted a second, maybe two, and then closed in on itself, taking Alec with it.
Dean fists clenched at his sides, breath stuttering out on a choked whisper. “Yeah. I know.”
xxx
Seattle, Washington
2021.
A goddamn grey hair.
Dean stirred his scotch with a finger and tossed it back, burning fire down his throat. He’d never been much of a drinker, but he’d refined his palate some over the years. He only went this route anymore when he was angry, nervous, needed a calming boost.
He figured closing in on forty served the purpose as well as any.
Neon blue criss-crossed against his forearms, honey-brown skin turned iridescent under the over-bright club lights. Loud, pulsing music in his ears, and he bit back a smile. Some things never change.
It was a comforting thought, really. And right now he needed all the familiarity he could handle.
After all, he was here to see about a boy. A thought that left him feeling a little dirty, a little naughty, except that the “boy” in question was miles above him on both counts.
Crash’s front door swung open, bringing with it the chill and rain of late-November Seattle air, and Dean didn’t have to glance over his shoulder to know. It was in the flush that crept up his neck, hairs standing on end, fingers flexing on glass.
Yeah, I promise. I’ll be there.
He ordered another drink, ignoring the curious interest of the pretty blonde bartender who tried to catch his eye. The buttery-soft leather of his coat suddenly felt stifling and too tight, and he shifted in his seat, contemplated ripping the damn thing off.
“Single-malt on the rocks.” Warm, rumbly, a little too dry. Right up against Dean’s ear, and he released a long-held breath--fourteen years, Alec, you asshole--and settled back into his skin.
“I’ll take care of that,” he said easily, dropping his own glass on the counter and turning half in his seat. The shadows played across Alec’s face, those same old mysteries creeping up and strangling Dean by the throat. The words were needless, but he said them anyway. “Buy you a drink?”
Feline-sharp eyes stroked him up and down, tongue touching the corners of a too-fuckable mouth that Dean damn well remembered. Home sweet home. “You look like a nice boy.” Alec licked his lips, hunger melting within green-gold and black. “What’re you doing in a place like this?”
Dean smirked, elbow propped against the bar as he mirrored Alec’s stance, pulling in closer until they were pressed chest to hip in the dim corner of the bar. He let out a soft laugh, lowered his voice. “Maybe you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
He dropped his gaze, biting down on his lip and knowing the effect it had. The years had tacked on, but Dean Forester was still the same babyfaced heartbreaker he’d always been, and instead of resenting it, he’d simply grown to appreciate the fine art. Especially when it left people, Alec, flushed and nearly vibrating with raw tension.
Alec’s grin was sharp, edged with a desperation that sent Dean’s blood pumping faster. “Well, why don’t you give me a try, puppy?” He leaned in before Dean could speak, nose nuzzled deep against Dean’s neck.
“Are you sniffing me?” Dean asked, affronted, amused, everything in between.
Alec’s teeth grazed across his jugular, a light brush that had chills rising up in a flush wave. “Just checking.” Voice deep and flirtatious, so damn Alec that a pang of nostalgia finally overcame the boiling lust deep in Dean’s belly. “Seeing how good you’ve really been. And you know I can tell.”
Dean snorted, but didn’t push him away. Just raised his glass, bringing it to his lips and smiling fleetingly at the bartender. Even when Alec began nibbling on the cords of his neck, sweet-soft little bites that went straight to his dick, he kept cool, collected, and simply said, “So, how long you been back?”
Alec’s fingers were creeping along his leg now, plucking at the denim stretched taut across Dean’s thigh. Voice muffled, distracted. “Mmm…a week? God, you taste good. Such a good little boy, huh? No playing with anyone else.”
Dean chose not to comment on the fact that technically, he was the older one now, so Alec could take that “little boy” shit and shove it. Mostly because he’d just figured it all out, and goddamn it, but he was gonna strangle the manipulative bastard until his neck popped.
“A week.”
Not noticing the shift in Dean’s voice, clearly too drugged by the promise of sex--oh, fucking yes--Alec didn’t speak. Just nodded, tonguing Dean’s collarbone and making ridiculously hot little purring sounds in the back of his throat.
“Fourteen years, Alec.” Dean’s voice went hard, frustrated, and Alec finally looked up. Dean’s lips flattened at the faux-guilt shining in his eyes, and he shook his head. “You’re a damn son of a bitch.”
“Aw, c’mon, sugar.” Sugar? Oh, for the love of… “You don’t mean that.” The asshole was still fucking purring, back to mouthing at Dean’s jaw, and hell. It may’ve only been a week for Alec, but for Dean it’d been fourteen goddamn years.
And Alec was gonna feel every last second of it, one burning inch at a time.
Something of his intentions must’ve shown in his eyes, because Alec’s darkened and he stepped back. Clearing his throat, he called somewhere over his shoulder, “Hey, Max, I’m…I’m gonna leave okay?”
Dean snorted, grinning. “No, you’re gonna come.”
“Filthy,” Alec murmured, tossing back his scotch and slamming the glass down. “He’s paying,” he said to the bartender, flipping his collar up and shooting Dean a look--come and get me then--before walking backward, disappearing into the crowd.
Same old Alec. But Dean finally knew what to do about that.
The End.
Author’s Notes: Heh. Where to even begin? This all started as kind of a joke--it still is, I guess--when I polled my flist and basically let them tell me which Jensen Ackles character I should pair up with CuteDean for deanfest_2007. Alec won by a pretty overwhelming majority, and thus began this crazy adventure.
Just as many people had a say-so in the pairing of this fic, many others had a helping hand in making it what it is today. The list is too long to name right now, but you all know who you are, and I love you for it. For supporting this obsession of mine with graphics, an open mind, and not laughing your asses off at The Girl Who Would Never Write a Crossover. For that I am immensely grateful. *g*
Super special thanks go out to miss_begonia for stepping up to beta this albatross and assuring me it was something enjoyable-Sonia, thank you thank you thank you! ♥