Meetings

 

Note: This is an old story that got lost/deleted during the move. I cleaned it up a bit (grammar/plot issues) but it is still basically and essentially one of my earlier works, and it reads as such (shaky, redundancy, etc.). Keep this in mind if you decide to review, as I am fully aware of all the issues with it.

Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own any character, setting, history, or other intellectual property belonging to the TV show Supernatural or the movie The Lost Boys. I make no profit, monetary or otherwise, from this fan work. 

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"Dude, get off me, no way am I letting you top.” A note of outrage colored the very male voice in the grungy motel room. On any other occasion it would already be filled with the sounds of needy moans and panting breathes, but the plan had hit a roadblock in the form of miscommunication. Apparently Dean Winchester’s latest lay was under the mistaken impression that he was a bitch. Not that he was sexist or anything; it was simply general principle in this case. His partner was just as willful about their sleeping arrangements, staring him down with a scowl, "Why do I have to bottom? Ain’t got shit to do with just gettin’ off, man!" 



"Because I'm the one who propositioned you, not the other way around. That makes me the boss.” Dean preened underneath the other male, prompting a scoff. The blonde straddling him pinched one of his nipples fiercely, making him yelp and attempt to twist away. "That is total bullshit." 



Dean glared ferociously while cupping the abused nub. Why had he thought this was a good idea? Oh yeah, his damned pride. They had met earlier that evening in a bar, in a tourist trap called Santa Carla, California. Sam had ditched him earlier to check out the local library while Dean went out and actually worked for their money. Money that Sam seemed to think grew on trees if his Double Espresso Cafe' Mocha thing-a-ma-jig earlier was anything to go by. 



He had been hustling some bikers at pool when his current bed partner had walked through the door. There was nothing remarkable about him, but something tugged at his memory, making him wonder if they had met before and pay even more attention to the details. The more he watched, the more interested he became in other ways. The other man was rather scruffy looking, but he exuded an aura of confidence that hooked Dean’s attention almost immediately. His long blonde hair and mischievous blue eyes cinched it, prompting “little Dean” to perk up and demand attention. While not the main thing on his menu, the hunter was not opposed to screwing dudes very rarely if they were interesting enough to garner such a response.



He had kept an eye on the blonde as he finished up the game and collected his money. He had gone up to the bar and ordered another beer, peering at the man next to him out of the corner of his eye. The wild looking man had eyed his ass appreciatively as Dean leaned over to address the barman, giving him some hope that he would not get his lights punched out. He played it cool though, keeping his back turned towards the blonde as he surveyed the room, feigning disinterest. Dean was immensely pleased when he felt a light tap on his shoulder after only a few minutes. He turned to face the long haired man with a charming grin. They talked for almost an hour, Dean learning that his target’s name was Paul, and enthusing about a mutual love of all things classic rock. Shortly before closing time Dean suggested they get a motel room so he could, “Show off his kickin’ moves”.

Such is how they found themselves half naked and painfully aroused as they fought over who would mount whom. They glared at each other, neither budging an inch in their contest of wills. With an irritate noise, Dean snaked a hand out and grabbed a hold of the blonde's dick, giving it a warning squeeze. Paul groaned in surprise and bucked up into the hunter's hand. "If you want me to do anything with this, you better let me top."



He gave a sharp tug and let go, making Paul growl in frustration and shake strands of hair out of his face. The hunter eyed him expectantly and crawled to the end of the bed, getting to his feet. Paul was about to protest when he saw Dean reach for the waistband of his boxers. He watched in anticipation as the other man slowly drew the offending article of clothing down his legs, exposing himself to the cool air of the room. 



Dean eyed Paul with dark sultry eyes and licked his lips enticingly. The blonde had all he could do not to pounce on the man right then. The short haired man looked too good not to eat. The man knelt down at the end of the bed and crawled his way back up to Paul, as if he were a lion stalking its prey. The irony was not lost on Paul as he smirked at Dean through half lidded eyes. 



Dean looked like a porn star, kneeling on the bed between Paul's legs, biting and sucking his way up his thighs. A hiss escaped Paul's lips and he went boneless as the other man bit down hard on the junction between thigh and balls. He arched up into Dean's hand as the hunter stoked calloused fingers down his straining cock. The Winchester smirked up at Paul and rubbed his cheek against the inside of one pale thigh, then delicately licked the very tip of the blonde's head.



"Fuuuck! Do that again!" Dean gave a wolfish grin and shook his head. He moved his attention back to his thighs, licking and biting to the point where he broke the surface a couple times. All Paul could do was lay back and moan helplessly, the pain doing far more for him than it likely should have. It caused Dean to raise an eyebrow but shrug; who was he to deny someone else’s personal kinks. He purred as he lapped up some of the blood. A stab of pleasure shot through him at the copper notes, giving him some pause before he shrugged it off as simply enjoying marking up his partner. He licked his way back up one thigh and without warning swallowed Paul to the base. The blonde jerked and bucked his hips in surprise, a pleased shout spilling from his lips.



Dean choked slightly at the movement, making Paul clench his teeth and strain to hold himself still as Dean slowly worked his tongue along the underside of his shaft. The blonde groaned and sucked in a quick breath as the other man started bobbing his head slowly, the wet heat and scraping tongue up and down his length nearly driving him crazy. He gave a breathy moan as Dean snaked a hand up and started tugging lightly on his balls, rolling them in time with his mouth. Paul panted and bucked his hips as that delicious tongue ran over his slit. 



He smirked despite the pleasure as he felt Dean's other hand creeping up his thigh slowly towards his ass. He was a sneaky bastard. Paul sat up abruptly, almost letting out a sob at the loss of that blissful heat. But there was an even sweeter heat waiting for him. He did not want to cum before he was nestled snugly in between the hunter's cheeks. He pulled Dean up and crashed their lips together in a savage kiss, tongues battling for dominance, neither willing to give in. Neither minded the tang of blood as they nipped and bit at each other’s lips, the battle escalating as Dean broke the kiss to nip sharply at the other man’s chin. Paul bit down on Dean's neck and was rewarded with a bite to the ear. They moaned when Dean ground his hips down and reminded both of them of his, until then neglected, erection. 



Paul grunted and forced his weight against Dean, making him topple over so he could reverse their positions. The hunter scowled at him but soon forgot about his previous protests as Paul ground their pelvises together. He moaned and bit into the blonde's shoulder, another jolt of pleasure ran through him at the taste of blood and he lapped it up eagerly with grunts and groans as a thigh forced its way between his knees as the other man adjusted. He made an irritated sound at the back of his throat when he felt the probing finger at his entrance, but he did not protest when it rubbed at him and eased in up to the first knuckle.



The finger was unlubricated, but neither of them cared, as Paul moved it in and out a few times, both savoring even the small sensation. He removed it briefly despite Dean's quite vocal protests to snag a small pillow of lube from his jacket pocket at the end of the bed. He tore it open with his teeth before spreading half over his fingers before continuing his ministrations. He may have liked it rough, but he did not want to hurt his partner beyond enjoyment. He added a second finger and bit down hard on Dean's collar bone as he crooked his fingers and rubbed against the short haired man's prostate.



Dean pushed himself back on Paul's fingers roughly and released a pleasured grunt as they scraped against the nub inside of him again. He moaned when Paul added a third finger, pumping smoothly in and out, scissoring them slightly to stretch his hole. Dean leaned up and bit Paul with a pleased moan as the blonde started rubbing his prostate with every stroke. After several moments he made a noise of complaint, arching his hips as much as he could. As enjoyable as the foreplay was, he wanted to cum. Paul seemed to get the message as he pulled his fingers out and roughly urged dean over to his stomach. 



Shivering in anticipation as he got to his knees, Dean sent a searing gaze over his shoulder and arched his back in silent invitation. The other man groaned appreciatively at the sight of the normally prideful hunter on his knees, ass in the air and waiting for him. He emptied the rest of the lube into his hand and rubbed it over the head of his dick. The half packet was not good preparation, but neither of them cared at that point. 



He rubbed teasingly up and down Dean's crease before letting his head rest against his puckered entrance. He pushed forward slowly, letting Dean get use to the worst of the stretching, before pushing all the way in. Dean gasped and grit his teeth as Paul stretched him wide. It had been a while since he bottomed to another man, and the tiny amount of lube did little to ease the friction. While it did not hurt, it was uncomfortable. Anticipating the issue, Paul reached around to stroke Dean’s softening member, forcing it to stay perked as he forced his way in slowly. He only paused once nestled to the hilt, letting Dean get used to the sensation of being stuffed.



After only a minute’s pause, Paul pulled out nearly to the tip and eased back in, grunting with the strain of holding back. Sweat beaded down his thighs and between his shoulder blades as he began pumping his hips shallowly, growing impatient. Dean moaned prettily and thrust himself back onto Paul's length after a moment, not content with the slow pace despite lingering discomforts. Paul complied with the demand happily, pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in with a force that would have made Dean fall forward onto his face if it weren't for Paul's arm around his waist keeping his hips at the right angle. 



Dean let out a ragged moan of pleasure as Paul slammed into his tight entrance, feeling every inch of him as he slid roughly inside him. He growled and groaned as the blonde shifted position and stroked deeper, rubbing against his prostate with every thrust. White hot bursts of pleasure raced up his spine as he got closer to the edge, balls tightening steadily.



Paul felt Dean's tight heat clenching all around him, felt the wet, clamping, tunnel and heard the moans and grunts and the slap of flesh on flesh. He tightened his grip around Dean's waist and renewed his efforts, a string of filthy nonsense spilling from his mouth as he fought to keep himself from losing complete control. He could feel himself getting closer to his release. He snaked his hand down Dean's toned abdomen and roughly fisted his length. He stroked it in time with his thrusts, moaning wildly as he felt the hunter start to tighten around him. He tensed his hand and jerked the hunter hard several times, forcing him to completion. 



Dean arched his back and gave a sobbing moan, jerking his hips savagely as he came hard, spurting his cum on the sheets and Paul's hand. Paul growled as he pounded into the tightly clenching tunnel, grunting animalistically as he bit into the flesh in between Dean's shoulder blades. He let out a snarl as he orgasmed, pleasure heightened on a primal level as his cool seed spilled inside the hunter. He continued grinding his hips roughly to prolong his own pleasure, before slowly winding down and going still. Regretfully, he let his half-hard member slip free of Dean before collapsing beside him lazily.



The hunter silently blamed his sudden exhaustion on the fact that he snuggled up to the blonde like a girl. Paul purred as he held the dozing man to his chest. That was the best fuck he had in a long time. That was saying something considering all the women and men he had gone through in the past year or so. He nibbled contently on the junction between neck and shoulder, causing Dean to moan and shift against him in protest. He laughed when the hunter tiredly muttered something along the lines of "Go fuck yourself". 



He gave one last nibble before lying back on the pillows with a sigh. He could feel the weight of the sun as it crept slowly over the horizon. He knew that when he woke up Dean would be gone. The other man may be a hunter, but Paul could honestly say he would miss the human when he left again for the hunt. He knew that the other man did not remember him, which was alright. The Winchester had just been a kid back when they first met, so the vampire could forgive the lapse. Considering their activities, Paul was confident the other man would return to Santa Carla soon enough, anyway. He had drunk enough of Paul’s blood to at least cause some side-effects.