Scheme, Dark Blue, Dean/Jaimie/(Carter), NC-17
Title: Scheme
Author: taylor_serenil
Relationship: Dean/Jaimie, hints of future Dean/Jaimie/Carter
Summary: Dean and Jaimie deal with the Carter issue.
Length: ~17K
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine. All for fun, not for money.
Warnings/notes: Explicit het with slashy overtones. Opening story in Trinity-verse. Established Dean/Jaimie. Brief mentions of past Dean/Ty, Dean/Ty/OFC, and Jaimie/OFC femslash. Pegging. D/s. Yay for dime_for_12 's usual excellent beta job--as always, this story was greatly improved by her contributions.
Scheme
"Dean, we need to talk."
Jaimie's words worry Dean. In his experience, nothing good comes from that statement. And he has a nasty feeling he knows what she wants to talk about. He just spent almost six weeks playing Carter's boyfriend to catch the bashers who put a councilwoman's son in ICU. If that was all, though, he wouldn't be worried. He's done a lot worse things under than playing gay, and Jaimie has too. The problem is, it was frighteningly easy to slip into the role because there's a part of him that wants Carter--has been for a long time. And after the amount of time she spent running surveillance on them, he's pretty sure Jaimie knows it.
It's not the guy thing that's bothering Dean. It's not even the team member thing. Before Melissa, Ty and him used to do threesomes on a semi-regular basis, and they even hooked up without some girl there a few times. But Ty and him were never going to be more than friends with benefits, and if he ever goes there with Carter, he wants more than that.
He still wants Jaimie, though. Both in his life and in his bed. She's pretty much the first real girlfriend he's ever had, and he doesn't want to lose her just because he can't quit wanting more. Because what he feels for Carter definitely doesn't cancel out what he feels for her. He just doesn't know how he can reconcile both sets of feelings.
"Look, I know you have a thing for Carter. I've known that for a long time--practically since I met you. Hell, it was one of the reasons I didn't originally want to get serious with you, and when I first met the two of you, I was seriously wondering if you guys were together."
Dean's not sure what to say to that. Because he can't deny it's true. "Why did you say yes, then?"
He's always wondered a little if Jaimie knew what he felt for Carter. And now that he knows she knows, he's really curious to know why that wasn't a deal-breaker for getting serious. Him hooking up with Ty a few times--that's not all that big a deal in the grand scheme of things. Jaimie told him she'd done a little girl-girl back when she was still using, after all. But him wanting something real with Carter--that's an entirely different issue.
"Because you knew who I really was and liked me anyway." Dean can see the subtle hints of unhappiness in her eyes and hear them in her voice, and he'd dearly love a chance at whichever old boyfriend made her so sure she could be with someone who couldn't do at least that much. Her voice strengthens, and there's a tiny bit of amusement in it now. "But hell, I'd already had a taste of you and wanted more. I realized that you hadn't done anything about what you felt, because let's face it, you're not that good a liar." Her smile at that makes him feel almost like they're sharing a secret. "And by then, I could see at least a little of what you saw in Carter, too. If it was some random guy or girl I'd probably be getting out your .45 and using it, but he isn't random."
Dean's confused. He's not all that up on that "emotional infidelity" stuff magazines talk about, but what he does know about it sounds like Carter not being random should be harder for Jaimie to take, not easier. "Wouldn't that make it worse for you?"
"That it's not just you wanting to fuck somebody who isn't me?"
"Yeah."
"Since when did either of us do the usual thing relationship-wise? I know what you look like when you actually mean what you're saying, what you're doing. And you looked like it with him. He was looking at you like it wasn't just cover for him either." Jaimie pauses for a moment. "I'm not going to lie and tell you that didn't make me jealous, because it did. But it was also pretty hot. And I got off thinking about the two of you doing more than just being publically affectionate, too."
Dean's watched Carter and Jaimie play boyfriend-girlfriend more than once by now, both when he wasn't with Jaimie and when he was. And he had a pretty similar reaction--yeah, he was jealous, but watching was a turn-on, too. For him, the jealousy was maybe a little complicated by wanting them both. But the turn-on--God, the first time he watched them kiss got him harder than hell. And he was jacking off for weeks thinking about getting to join in. He smiles at Jaimie and admits, "Me, too. The last time you two were faking it, I wanted to take you both home."
Jaimie's got a positively evil smile on her face. And Dean's getting hard just seeing that grin. It's the one that usually comes before them doing the more experimental stuff. He's never yet said no to anything she wants to try, and he doesn't plan on starting now. "I might have let you. Carter's a damn good kisser--I bet he'd be a good lay, too."
Dean's a little jealous that Jaimie's thought about Carter like that, but he's mostly turned on. And a little relieved. Because he's not enough of an asshole to ask Jaimie to share if she's not getting anything out of it, but if she is? They might just be able to get this to work--assuming Carter agrees.
He's never tried the threesome thing for more than a night's entertainment, though, and he doubts that Jaimie or Carter have either. And if they do try and it goes wrong, it's liable to go very wrong. "So, okay, the cards are on the table. What do you want to do now?"
"In some ways, I've been sharing you this long. I just didn't realize how much until this last assignment. I'm not willing to do some kind of fucked-up joint custody arrangement, though. You get a piece of Carter, I better get one too. Especially since inviting him all the way in is just about the only way I can think of that he might say yes to."
Dean's nodding his head to that. Carter may turn them down even if he thinks they're serious, but he really can't see him saying yes unless he knows they're looking for more than just a one-off. He can't see him agreeing unless they make their move together, either.
Jaimie admitting to fantasizing about him and Carter makes him wonder about exactly what she was thinking about. He knows by now Jaimie's not all that vanilla. He suspects he's the first guy she's really busted out the kinks for, though, considering how embarrassed she was the first time she asked if she could tie him up, which in his book barely even counts as a kink.
He also suspects that a lot of the guys in her past have been the "blow me, but hell no, I'm not going down" type. He's never understood that mentality. Dean loves going down--he had one girl who was a psych major tell him he practically had an oral fixation. Considering he's come a couple times when he was pretty wound up already from just going down, she probably has a point. "How kinky was what you were thinking after watching us?"
Jaimie's actually blushing, which intrigues Dean. "Pretty damn. I know you like fingers--how do you feel about getting pegged? Because one of the things that got me off good was thinking about me doing that while you were fucking Carter."
Dean's pretty sure his reaction to Jaimie telling him that basically proves he's a freak. But hell, Jaimie's been with him long enough to know there isn't much he won't do in bed. And he's liked it most of the time when he got fucked in the past, at least when whoever he was with knew what he was doing. He figures having Jaimie peg him will probably feel good, too, even if her technique is liable to be a little less than expert. If nothing else, the kink factor is enough to get him hot just thinking about it. "That sounds like it could be a hell of a lot of fun."
Jaimie's the one to do the initial google run to get an idea of what might work, since this is one thing neither of them's ever done before. Dean's the one who votes for a double-headed strap-on, preferably with stimulation for her clit as well.
Once they've looked at enough pictures on-line to have a reasonable idea what sounds good for both of them, they head to West Hollywood's collection of sex shops. Neither of them really wants this on their credit card records, and that way they can just pay cash.
Jaimie's looking curiously at the vibrators as well as the standard dildos.
"For just the two of us, that could be an extra little bit of fun, but if we get Carter to say yes I'm not sure how that'll feel for him."
Jaimie looks vaguely embarrassed. "I hadn't thought about that, but you've got a point."
Dean's the one to make the final selection. It's not quite top of the line, but it's damn close. But hell, if they're doing this, they might as well do it right.
They're both pretty turned on by the time they get back to Dean's apartment. They leave clothes scattered from the door to the bedroom. Dean's not entirely sure how they're going to do this--he's planning on letting Jaimie call the shots tonight.
Getting her strapped in and fingering her to get her wet enough to slide the toy in easily is just as much a turn-on as he thought it would be. What she says once he's finished makes Dean smile at exactly how comfortable she feels being kinky with him. "Get on your knees and suck me off. And make it good--like you were going down on Carter."
The inherent kink factor in Jaimie ordering him like that gets him even hotter. He's obviously got some sub tendencies as well as being a freak. He'd worry about that more, except Jaimie just basically proved she likes that and if they do get Carter to agree, the way Carter is with him sometimes now makes him think Carter's probably going to get off on it too. And he trusts both of them to respect his limits--because even he has some.
Sucking his girlfriend's plastic dick while thinking about blowing Carter probably shouldn't make him as hot as it does. He's pulling out nearly every trick he knows. And when he looks up at Jaimie, he can tell she's getting off from the visuals as well--and maybe wondering what he'd look like doing this for real.
Jaimie puts a hand on his head and tells him to stop after a little bit. Dean's kinky as fuck, yeah, but there's no way in hell he wants to do this dry, so he's relieved when she pulls out the bottle of lube they keep in the nightstand as well as a condom.
"Fuck yourself with your fingers. And make sure you're ready, because whatever you do is all the prep you're getting."
It's been long enough since Dean had anything beyond fingers in him that he takes way more time prepping himself than he would have back when he was still doing guys on a semi-regular basis. The toy they picked out isn't anywhere near as big as they could have gone, but it's still bigger than the one or two fingers he likes Jaimie to use when she's blowing him. He gets up to three fingers and thinks about trying for the fourth before deciding that's probably going to be enough that this won't do more than burn a little.
He wonders what this is doing for Jaimie, so he looks up at her again. She looks even more turned on than she did the last time, so this is obviously working for her. Her next words are also something of a relief. If she'd wanted him to, he would have let her do this with him still on the floor, but he's not big on the carpet burn he'd probably have afterwards.
"On the bed, hands and knees."
He feels the bed dip a little under Jaimie's added weight. When she starts working her way in, Dean's grateful he did as thorough a prep job as he did. It's pretty obvious Jaimie hasn't done this before, but Dean wasn't exactly expecting her to be perfect the first time. God knows his first time topping was a long way from it.
She settles into a smoother rhythm fairly quickly, though. Dean's moving with her as he adjusts to the penetration. He's also moving to get the angle right to really get off on this. Even when he does, Jaimie isn't hitting that spot every time. She's doing it often enough that Dean's getting harder and harder though. Especially when he can hear her start to make those little noises she always does when she's getting close.
He doesn't quite come when he hears her scream, but it's a close thing. She's been running this fuck from the start, and that makes Dean want permission. Which really makes him think he's got sub tendencies. And maybe he'll freak about that later, but he's too hot to care right now.
Jaimie slows down, but she never completely stops as she tells Dean, "Jack yourself off. Come whenever you want to, but I'm not stopping until I do, so you might want to pace yourself."
With the few working brain cells Dean's got left, he agrees with that. He's had a few times getting fucked where he was pretty sore afterwards because the guy topping him took a while longer than him to come.
Dean's doing his best to match her rhythm as she increases the pace again. He still comes before she does, but not by enough to do anything but stretch out his orgasm.
Jaimie definitely doesn't pull out that smoothly, either, but Dean wasn't expecting her to. Once he can, Dean rolls to his back and starts undoing the straps. She's nearly dripping wet when he takes the toy out.
He slides his fingers in as soon as he can. She's all slick heat around them, and he only wishes he could get hard again fast enough to feel her tight around his dick instead. But they'll have time for that later--right now he's just going to stroke her and tease her until she comes again. Getting a chance to really experience her reactions while his body's temporarily sated is a pleasure all its own.
He's dropping random kisses here and there as he fucks her with his fingers. When she starts getting even tighter and hot enough to damn near burn his fingers, he switches to sucking on her nipples, matching the rhythm of his fingers as closely as he can. He's flicking her clit with his thumb every so often, too. When he bites down lightly, he feels her come apart, rippling contractions around his fingers and a fresh rush of moisture. He eases her through the aftershocks, finally kissing her on the mouth when she puts her hand over his to stop him.
Fin
Author: taylor_serenil
Relationship: Dean/Jaimie, hints of future Dean/Jaimie/Carter
Summary: Dean and Jaimie deal with the Carter issue.
Length: ~17K
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine. All for fun, not for money.
Warnings/notes: Explicit het with slashy overtones. Opening story in Trinity-verse. Established Dean/Jaimie. Brief mentions of past Dean/Ty, Dean/Ty/OFC, and Jaimie/OFC femslash. Pegging. D/s. Yay for dime_for_12 's usual excellent beta job--as always, this story was greatly improved by her contributions.
Scheme
"Dean, we need to talk."
Jaimie's words worry Dean. In his experience, nothing good comes from that statement. And he has a nasty feeling he knows what she wants to talk about. He just spent almost six weeks playing Carter's boyfriend to catch the bashers who put a councilwoman's son in ICU. If that was all, though, he wouldn't be worried. He's done a lot worse things under than playing gay, and Jaimie has too. The problem is, it was frighteningly easy to slip into the role because there's a part of him that wants Carter--has been for a long time. And after the amount of time she spent running surveillance on them, he's pretty sure Jaimie knows it.
It's not the guy thing that's bothering Dean. It's not even the team member thing. Before Melissa, Ty and him used to do threesomes on a semi-regular basis, and they even hooked up without some girl there a few times. But Ty and him were never going to be more than friends with benefits, and if he ever goes there with Carter, he wants more than that.
He still wants Jaimie, though. Both in his life and in his bed. She's pretty much the first real girlfriend he's ever had, and he doesn't want to lose her just because he can't quit wanting more. Because what he feels for Carter definitely doesn't cancel out what he feels for her. He just doesn't know how he can reconcile both sets of feelings.
"Look, I know you have a thing for Carter. I've known that for a long time--practically since I met you. Hell, it was one of the reasons I didn't originally want to get serious with you, and when I first met the two of you, I was seriously wondering if you guys were together."
Dean's not sure what to say to that. Because he can't deny it's true. "Why did you say yes, then?"
He's always wondered a little if Jaimie knew what he felt for Carter. And now that he knows she knows, he's really curious to know why that wasn't a deal-breaker for getting serious. Him hooking up with Ty a few times--that's not all that big a deal in the grand scheme of things. Jaimie told him she'd done a little girl-girl back when she was still using, after all. But him wanting something real with Carter--that's an entirely different issue.
"Because you knew who I really was and liked me anyway." Dean can see the subtle hints of unhappiness in her eyes and hear them in her voice, and he'd dearly love a chance at whichever old boyfriend made her so sure she could be with someone who couldn't do at least that much. Her voice strengthens, and there's a tiny bit of amusement in it now. "But hell, I'd already had a taste of you and wanted more. I realized that you hadn't done anything about what you felt, because let's face it, you're not that good a liar." Her smile at that makes him feel almost like they're sharing a secret. "And by then, I could see at least a little of what you saw in Carter, too. If it was some random guy or girl I'd probably be getting out your .45 and using it, but he isn't random."
Dean's confused. He's not all that up on that "emotional infidelity" stuff magazines talk about, but what he does know about it sounds like Carter not being random should be harder for Jaimie to take, not easier. "Wouldn't that make it worse for you?"
"That it's not just you wanting to fuck somebody who isn't me?"
"Yeah."
"Since when did either of us do the usual thing relationship-wise? I know what you look like when you actually mean what you're saying, what you're doing. And you looked like it with him. He was looking at you like it wasn't just cover for him either." Jaimie pauses for a moment. "I'm not going to lie and tell you that didn't make me jealous, because it did. But it was also pretty hot. And I got off thinking about the two of you doing more than just being publically affectionate, too."
Dean's watched Carter and Jaimie play boyfriend-girlfriend more than once by now, both when he wasn't with Jaimie and when he was. And he had a pretty similar reaction--yeah, he was jealous, but watching was a turn-on, too. For him, the jealousy was maybe a little complicated by wanting them both. But the turn-on--God, the first time he watched them kiss got him harder than hell. And he was jacking off for weeks thinking about getting to join in. He smiles at Jaimie and admits, "Me, too. The last time you two were faking it, I wanted to take you both home."
Jaimie's got a positively evil smile on her face. And Dean's getting hard just seeing that grin. It's the one that usually comes before them doing the more experimental stuff. He's never yet said no to anything she wants to try, and he doesn't plan on starting now. "I might have let you. Carter's a damn good kisser--I bet he'd be a good lay, too."
Dean's a little jealous that Jaimie's thought about Carter like that, but he's mostly turned on. And a little relieved. Because he's not enough of an asshole to ask Jaimie to share if she's not getting anything out of it, but if she is? They might just be able to get this to work--assuming Carter agrees.
He's never tried the threesome thing for more than a night's entertainment, though, and he doubts that Jaimie or Carter have either. And if they do try and it goes wrong, it's liable to go very wrong. "So, okay, the cards are on the table. What do you want to do now?"
"In some ways, I've been sharing you this long. I just didn't realize how much until this last assignment. I'm not willing to do some kind of fucked-up joint custody arrangement, though. You get a piece of Carter, I better get one too. Especially since inviting him all the way in is just about the only way I can think of that he might say yes to."
Dean's nodding his head to that. Carter may turn them down even if he thinks they're serious, but he really can't see him saying yes unless he knows they're looking for more than just a one-off. He can't see him agreeing unless they make their move together, either.
Jaimie admitting to fantasizing about him and Carter makes him wonder about exactly what she was thinking about. He knows by now Jaimie's not all that vanilla. He suspects he's the first guy she's really busted out the kinks for, though, considering how embarrassed she was the first time she asked if she could tie him up, which in his book barely even counts as a kink.
He also suspects that a lot of the guys in her past have been the "blow me, but hell no, I'm not going down" type. He's never understood that mentality. Dean loves going down--he had one girl who was a psych major tell him he practically had an oral fixation. Considering he's come a couple times when he was pretty wound up already from just going down, she probably has a point. "How kinky was what you were thinking after watching us?"
Jaimie's actually blushing, which intrigues Dean. "Pretty damn. I know you like fingers--how do you feel about getting pegged? Because one of the things that got me off good was thinking about me doing that while you were fucking Carter."
Dean's pretty sure his reaction to Jaimie telling him that basically proves he's a freak. But hell, Jaimie's been with him long enough to know there isn't much he won't do in bed. And he's liked it most of the time when he got fucked in the past, at least when whoever he was with knew what he was doing. He figures having Jaimie peg him will probably feel good, too, even if her technique is liable to be a little less than expert. If nothing else, the kink factor is enough to get him hot just thinking about it. "That sounds like it could be a hell of a lot of fun."
Jaimie's the one to do the initial google run to get an idea of what might work, since this is one thing neither of them's ever done before. Dean's the one who votes for a double-headed strap-on, preferably with stimulation for her clit as well.
Once they've looked at enough pictures on-line to have a reasonable idea what sounds good for both of them, they head to West Hollywood's collection of sex shops. Neither of them really wants this on their credit card records, and that way they can just pay cash.
Jaimie's looking curiously at the vibrators as well as the standard dildos.
"For just the two of us, that could be an extra little bit of fun, but if we get Carter to say yes I'm not sure how that'll feel for him."
Jaimie looks vaguely embarrassed. "I hadn't thought about that, but you've got a point."
Dean's the one to make the final selection. It's not quite top of the line, but it's damn close. But hell, if they're doing this, they might as well do it right.
They're both pretty turned on by the time they get back to Dean's apartment. They leave clothes scattered from the door to the bedroom. Dean's not entirely sure how they're going to do this--he's planning on letting Jaimie call the shots tonight.
Getting her strapped in and fingering her to get her wet enough to slide the toy in easily is just as much a turn-on as he thought it would be. What she says once he's finished makes Dean smile at exactly how comfortable she feels being kinky with him. "Get on your knees and suck me off. And make it good--like you were going down on Carter."
The inherent kink factor in Jaimie ordering him like that gets him even hotter. He's obviously got some sub tendencies as well as being a freak. He'd worry about that more, except Jaimie just basically proved she likes that and if they do get Carter to agree, the way Carter is with him sometimes now makes him think Carter's probably going to get off on it too. And he trusts both of them to respect his limits--because even he has some.
Sucking his girlfriend's plastic dick while thinking about blowing Carter probably shouldn't make him as hot as it does. He's pulling out nearly every trick he knows. And when he looks up at Jaimie, he can tell she's getting off from the visuals as well--and maybe wondering what he'd look like doing this for real.
Jaimie puts a hand on his head and tells him to stop after a little bit. Dean's kinky as fuck, yeah, but there's no way in hell he wants to do this dry, so he's relieved when she pulls out the bottle of lube they keep in the nightstand as well as a condom.
"Fuck yourself with your fingers. And make sure you're ready, because whatever you do is all the prep you're getting."
It's been long enough since Dean had anything beyond fingers in him that he takes way more time prepping himself than he would have back when he was still doing guys on a semi-regular basis. The toy they picked out isn't anywhere near as big as they could have gone, but it's still bigger than the one or two fingers he likes Jaimie to use when she's blowing him. He gets up to three fingers and thinks about trying for the fourth before deciding that's probably going to be enough that this won't do more than burn a little.
He wonders what this is doing for Jaimie, so he looks up at her again. She looks even more turned on than she did the last time, so this is obviously working for her. Her next words are also something of a relief. If she'd wanted him to, he would have let her do this with him still on the floor, but he's not big on the carpet burn he'd probably have afterwards.
"On the bed, hands and knees."
He feels the bed dip a little under Jaimie's added weight. When she starts working her way in, Dean's grateful he did as thorough a prep job as he did. It's pretty obvious Jaimie hasn't done this before, but Dean wasn't exactly expecting her to be perfect the first time. God knows his first time topping was a long way from it.
She settles into a smoother rhythm fairly quickly, though. Dean's moving with her as he adjusts to the penetration. He's also moving to get the angle right to really get off on this. Even when he does, Jaimie isn't hitting that spot every time. She's doing it often enough that Dean's getting harder and harder though. Especially when he can hear her start to make those little noises she always does when she's getting close.
He doesn't quite come when he hears her scream, but it's a close thing. She's been running this fuck from the start, and that makes Dean want permission. Which really makes him think he's got sub tendencies. And maybe he'll freak about that later, but he's too hot to care right now.
Jaimie slows down, but she never completely stops as she tells Dean, "Jack yourself off. Come whenever you want to, but I'm not stopping until I do, so you might want to pace yourself."
With the few working brain cells Dean's got left, he agrees with that. He's had a few times getting fucked where he was pretty sore afterwards because the guy topping him took a while longer than him to come.
Dean's doing his best to match her rhythm as she increases the pace again. He still comes before she does, but not by enough to do anything but stretch out his orgasm.
Jaimie definitely doesn't pull out that smoothly, either, but Dean wasn't expecting her to. Once he can, Dean rolls to his back and starts undoing the straps. She's nearly dripping wet when he takes the toy out.
He slides his fingers in as soon as he can. She's all slick heat around them, and he only wishes he could get hard again fast enough to feel her tight around his dick instead. But they'll have time for that later--right now he's just going to stroke her and tease her until she comes again. Getting a chance to really experience her reactions while his body's temporarily sated is a pleasure all its own.
He's dropping random kisses here and there as he fucks her with his fingers. When she starts getting even tighter and hot enough to damn near burn his fingers, he switches to sucking on her nipples, matching the rhythm of his fingers as closely as he can. He's flicking her clit with his thumb every so often, too. When he bites down lightly, he feels her come apart, rippling contractions around his fingers and a fresh rush of moisture. He eases her through the aftershocks, finally kissing her on the mouth when she puts her hand over his to stop him.
Fin