Rotten in the inside (aaaaand... part 5!)
Title: Rotten in the inside
Author: Hannahdoo
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Jo
Rating: R
Summary: Jo and Sam are dealing with the consecuences of BUaBS. Angst.
Complete: YESSSS!
"Sentences written like this" are dialogue
(Sentences written like this) are thoughts (Jo's thoughts, as this chapter is Jo's POV)
He was serious about the shower thingy. When we got to my room, I basically jumped on him. He let out a smirk.
“Shhh... Don’t rush,” he said as his fingers slowly traced a path from my neck to my temple.
(Please, don’t kiss me, don’t kiss me, don’t kiss me.)
I felt so freaking embarrassed at the idea of seeing each other completely naked I was petrified. He took my hand, leading our way to the bathroom. It was a shabby little hole, hardly romantic movie material. I took off my clothes lazily, but there were soon two piles on the floor. I finally dared actually looking at him. And, God, he was something. I’m not stupid, even if they were normally quick fucks, clothes still on, I could feel he had a nice body under all those layers. But seeing him was a whole different thing. That left ‘nice’ behind.
Sam started touching me under the shower spray and it felt so different to all the times before. My mind travelled back to that first time...
He had somehow found me. I told him to leave, but he waited till I finished my turn, taking small sips of his beer in a dark corner. He apologized. I wanted to say everything was OK. Except it wasn’t. I let everything out. He did the same. We fought. We fucked. I was never sure there was even a transition from one to the other. That night, I slept soundly. He did, too. For a while, not more than three or four days. When we grew restless, we would contact to try and find a way to meet. We fucked each other silly, making the cycle begin again. We never kissed. We never talked about it. Once I got fired from a bar in Indiana because they caught us going at it in the storeroom in the middle of my shift. Another time, he broke something in the Impala ‘cos I couldn’t reach them before they left and he couldn’t wait to get into my pants.
We stepped out of the shower. He took a towel and started drying my hair a little, while I stood there, not knowing what to do. He lowered his lips to my ear and whispered:
“ I promise you’re gonna like this. Just relax. C’mere.”
I buried my nose in his chest and took a breath. He shivered. I brushed my lips against the skin in front of me. It was easier then, when I didn’t have to look at him. It was much easier in bars, when I didn’t have time to think he was Sam Winchester. Brother to Dean Winchester. Son to John Winchester. A hunter. Easier when we could pretend we were just two horny kids needing to get laid. When we could drink a beer afterwards and act as if nothing had happened.
(“Why couldn’t you leave it like that, Sammy?”)
His grip on my waist tightened the moment I laid my lips on his chest. He searched them. Traced them with his thumb and finally kissed me. I didn’t put any resistance when he opened my lips with his tongue. He still tasted like me, which was at the same time the hell of a turn on and bloody embarrasing. We stumbled back to the room and I enjoyed one of the most impressive sessions of sex I can recall. I kept wondering it that was the way Sam did it when he was in love. If that was the way he used to do it with his girlfriend. If he also told her how beautiful she was and how much he wanted to be with her, to be inside of her. If he fell asleep with his head in her chest, looking much more vulnerable than he would ever let anyone else see. And staring at him, for the first time I felt I was saving him, even if only for one night. Whatever was haunting Sam Winchester, it was going to wait, at least, till dawn.
THE END
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Author: Hannahdoo
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Jo
Rating: R
Summary: Jo and Sam are dealing with the consecuences of BUaBS. Angst.
Complete: YESSSS!
"Sentences written like this" are dialogue
(Sentences written like this) are thoughts (Jo's thoughts, as this chapter is Jo's POV)
He was serious about the shower thingy. When we got to my room, I basically jumped on him. He let out a smirk.
“Shhh... Don’t rush,” he said as his fingers slowly traced a path from my neck to my temple.
(Please, don’t kiss me, don’t kiss me, don’t kiss me.)
I felt so freaking embarrassed at the idea of seeing each other completely naked I was petrified. He took my hand, leading our way to the bathroom. It was a shabby little hole, hardly romantic movie material. I took off my clothes lazily, but there were soon two piles on the floor. I finally dared actually looking at him. And, God, he was something. I’m not stupid, even if they were normally quick fucks, clothes still on, I could feel he had a nice body under all those layers. But seeing him was a whole different thing. That left ‘nice’ behind.
Sam started touching me under the shower spray and it felt so different to all the times before. My mind travelled back to that first time...
He had somehow found me. I told him to leave, but he waited till I finished my turn, taking small sips of his beer in a dark corner. He apologized. I wanted to say everything was OK. Except it wasn’t. I let everything out. He did the same. We fought. We fucked. I was never sure there was even a transition from one to the other. That night, I slept soundly. He did, too. For a while, not more than three or four days. When we grew restless, we would contact to try and find a way to meet. We fucked each other silly, making the cycle begin again. We never kissed. We never talked about it. Once I got fired from a bar in Indiana because they caught us going at it in the storeroom in the middle of my shift. Another time, he broke something in the Impala ‘cos I couldn’t reach them before they left and he couldn’t wait to get into my pants.
We stepped out of the shower. He took a towel and started drying my hair a little, while I stood there, not knowing what to do. He lowered his lips to my ear and whispered:
“ I promise you’re gonna like this. Just relax. C’mere.”
I buried my nose in his chest and took a breath. He shivered. I brushed my lips against the skin in front of me. It was easier then, when I didn’t have to look at him. It was much easier in bars, when I didn’t have time to think he was Sam Winchester. Brother to Dean Winchester. Son to John Winchester. A hunter. Easier when we could pretend we were just two horny kids needing to get laid. When we could drink a beer afterwards and act as if nothing had happened.
(“Why couldn’t you leave it like that, Sammy?”)
His grip on my waist tightened the moment I laid my lips on his chest. He searched them. Traced them with his thumb and finally kissed me. I didn’t put any resistance when he opened my lips with his tongue. He still tasted like me, which was at the same time the hell of a turn on and bloody embarrasing. We stumbled back to the room and I enjoyed one of the most impressive sessions of sex I can recall. I kept wondering it that was the way Sam did it when he was in love. If that was the way he used to do it with his girlfriend. If he also told her how beautiful she was and how much he wanted to be with her, to be inside of her. If he fell asleep with his head in her chest, looking much more vulnerable than he would ever let anyone else see. And staring at him, for the first time I felt I was saving him, even if only for one night. Whatever was haunting Sam Winchester, it was going to wait, at least, till dawn.
THE END
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