Christian wakes up tired, covered in scratches, sore, aching and his whole body splattered with come. He groans as he stretches, muscles protesting at the movement but then sighs in relief at the popping of his back; his relief turning to confusion when he realises he's alone in the bed. "Steve?" He calls out softly, mischievous smile curling his lips at the sound of the shower. He throws the covers of and slides out of bed, padding across the carpet and opening the door. He slips in, grin only widening when Steve doesn't hear he
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Chris doesn't come across a jealous guy. He's gracious, and he's let more than one lover go because it became clear they loved someone else. It's the way it is. Love isn't a permanent thing. He enjoys it, he follows where it leads and when it's over...he lets it go.
It's how he stays friends with people who used to warm his bed...why Jensen is still one of his best friends, why he and Dave still grab a beer whenever they're both in town.
But somehow, tonight, there's this feeling in his stomach, tight and low and acidic as he watches Jeff surf the crowd, drink in hand, smile on his face. Jeff doesn't know he's there, it's a surprise, a spur of the moment change of plans so that he could catch up with Jeff one more time before he leaves to go back to work.
Chris hides behind his beer, watching as women paw at Jeff, lean in to flash their cleavage, flirt outrageously Even a few guys do their share of working to get his attention. Chris can't quite make his brain stop laying claim every time someone touched Jeff. Mine.Some
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He slams through the door. He yanks open the fridge and grabs a beer. He throws the bottle opener in the sink. He downs the beer in one long, endless swallow that makes his adam's apple bob and his neck look like something Chris wants to lick.
Definitely upset. He hasn't even looked at Chris, who's been waiting for him. When his eyes finally look his way, Chris can feel the upset draining out of him, replaced by surprise, his eyebrow raising.
He puts the beer down and crosses the room. "Cowboy?"
Chris grins, spreads his legs for the full effect. The boots clunk against the floor, the leather of the chaps creak. Chris lifts his gloved hands to tip the hat. The rest of him is naked, bare chest, bare ass, his cock standing up hard under the belt that held the chaps in place. "You said you wanted to go for a ride."
It's winter when Sam finally goes back to see Sarah. He needs a break, a vacation from hunting and death and even from Dean. So Dean drops him off for a week, calls him a bitch and drives off, leaving him with Sarah.
And for a week, he has normal. He and Sarah make love in her bed, in the shower and anywhere else they can think of. And on the day he leaves, they have a snowball fight that spills over onto Dean when he comes back, Sam and Sarah ganging up on him and eventually forcing him face-first into the snow.
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It's how he stays friends with people who used to warm his bed...why Jensen is still one of his best friends, why he and Dave still grab a beer whenever they're both in town.
But somehow, tonight, there's this feeling in his stomach, tight and low and acidic as he watches Jeff surf the crowd, drink in hand, smile on his face. Jeff doesn't know he's there, it's a surprise, a spur of the moment change of plans so that he could catch up with Jeff one more time before he leaves to go back to work.
Chris hides behind his beer, watching as women paw at Jeff, lean in to flash their cleavage, flirt outrageously Even a few guys do their share of working to get his attention. Chris can't quite make his brain stop laying claim every time someone touched Jeff. Mine.Some ( ... )
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He hasn't said anything, but Chris can tell.
He slams through the door. He yanks open the fridge and grabs a beer. He throws the bottle opener in the sink. He downs the beer in one long, endless swallow that makes his adam's apple bob and his neck look like something Chris wants to lick.
Definitely upset. He hasn't even looked at Chris, who's been waiting for him. When his eyes finally look his way, Chris can feel the upset draining out of him, replaced by surprise, his eyebrow raising.
He puts the beer down and crosses the room. "Cowboy?"
Chris grins, spreads his legs for the full effect. The boots clunk against the floor, the leather of the chaps creak. Chris lifts his gloved hands to tip the hat. The rest of him is naked, bare chest, bare ass, his cock standing up hard under the belt that held the chaps in place. "You said you wanted to go for a ride."
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And for a week, he has normal. He and Sarah make love in her bed, in the shower and anywhere else they can think of. And on the day he leaves, they have a snowball fight that spills over onto Dean when he comes back, Sam and Sarah ganging up on him and eventually forcing him face-first into the snow.
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