Just a Matter of Time: Part 6: "He Only Does It To Annoy"
Title: Just a Matter of Time
Authors: art_of_mayhem and candygramme
Dean Winchester/Alex Krycek Appearances: Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Dana Scully, Fox Mulder and others.
Word Count: 6,212
Rated: This part is NC-17 slash.
Beta: The beautiful lorelei633, who has stuck with us to the bitter end.
Disclaimer: Dean belongs to Erik Kripke and Alex belongs to 1013 Productions. We make no money.
Spoilers: Not in this part. Later there may be vague spoilers to 'In My Time Of Dying'
Teaser: "He leaned into Dean’s hair, taking a deep breath. The scent was the same as his Dean. This was Dean for sure, older but still his son."
Chapter titles are borrowed from "Alice in Wonderland"
This story is finished and complete, and we intend to post it rapidly. I'm sorry that there's been a pause. I had to do a complete reinstall of my computer, and it's been a long, hard haul.
If they'd been alone, Alex would've put his arms around Dean and held him. He wanted to do it so badly, but with John Winchester sitting there like a silent reproach, he felt odd about offering the man comfort. He didn't move away despite the glare with which John favored him. "You okay, Dean?" he asked. "What is it? Tell me, and I'll try and fix it, if I can."
"I'm okay," Dean mumbled. "And I don't remember."
"Dean," John tried sounding fierce.
"If one more person asks me if I'm okay..." Dean stopped and then shivered. He looked back at his father, suddenly realizing that whatever it was that he was trying to remember had something to do with his father.
John got up, moving over to sit down beside his son. "Dean, it's your memories that are causing this. You need to remember. They are seeping out and if you can bring them to the surface, you’ll find it will help you."
"I know, dad, but I can't.” Dean sounded very young. “It’s almost there, but it goes away just as quickly."
"Try, Dean." John placed his hand upon him.
Dean shook his head, and then looked over at Alex. "I just remember a fire and burning a body."
"Burning a body?" Alex sounded a little shocked. "Whose body? Can you remember?" He looked at Dean, hesitating. " You don't…you don't think it was your brother, do you?" The thought was terrible, and he winced as he spoke, looking to John for a little help.
Dean shook his head, "No, he was sitting there beside me." He frowned, then sighed softly. "My head hurts."
John leaned forward and placed his hand on Dean's forehead. "He's running a fever. Alex, go to that bag over there. You should find a bottle of aspirin." John got up to get some water.
Settling back on the bed, Dean looked puzzled. "Why am I running a fever?"
"You're burning energy, boy. Trying to remember," John told him as he handed him the glass of water.
Dean took it, and then swallowed the aspirin Alex gave him.
"Go back to sleep, Dean," John gave his eldest a squeeze to his shoulder. Dean looked over at Alex. He couldn't beg Alex to crawl into bed with him, not in front of his father, but his eyes met Alex's in a silent plea.
For a moment, Alex looked stunned. Dean was tempting, but he didn't want to make any more waves than he already had just by being there. His indecision lasted only a moment and no more. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he pulled off his shoes and then his jeans and jacket, stripping down to his T-shirt and boxers, then, without further ado, he hopped into the bed beside Dean and rolled over to put his arm around the other man. "Okay, Dean. I got you. Go to sleep now, and see if you can remember what it is that's making you feel bad. Once you know, you'll be able to deal."
John pushed up from his seat, a flash of anger upon his face as he saw Alex undressing, but then he looked down at his son, the way he’d moved over, accepting. It appeared to him that this wasn't the first time the two had slept together, although John decided that he was going to make sure it was the last. It would be all too easy for him just to push in and gather Dean in his arms, just the way he had when Dean was little. However Dean was cuddling into Alex, wrapping his arms around him and burying his head in the hollow of his neck. John moved over to the other bed and sat down. All he could do was give Alex a warning look.
Pressing as close to Alex as he could, Dean closed his eyes tightly. He shivered, breathing in Alex's scent. A very soft whisper drifted to Alex's ear. "I remember."
There was a pause while Alex watched John warily. Then he shrugged again and turned his attention to Dean, who was burrowing against him as if he wanted to climb inside Alex's skin. Any other time but this, Alex would have jumped his bones, but right now, with Dean showing obvious signs of distress, and the kid's father glowering at him as if he wanted to knife him, was not the time. Sighing, Alex cuddled him close and made soothing sounds. "You're so tired, baby. You need to sleep, or you'll get sick, and that'll be a bad thing when you finally find your way back home."
Home... The word had never meant too much to Alex, but it held an especially bleak note now, because home for Dean was across ten years. It also meant that, if Dean succeeded in returning home, Alex would lose him, because time, even more than space, would effectively see an end to their love affair - a love affair that hadn't even started yet. Sighing, Alex held Dean, felt the heat that radiated from him, and wondered if he'd made a mistake getting involved in this.
John didn't strip down but he did lie on his back on the other bed. Now and again, he would glance over toward Dean and that man. That man who had no business being here and definitely had no business being that close to his son. He felt a twinge of anger and worse, a pang of jealousy.
Dean felt himself relaxing, allowing himself to melt against Alex. "Thanks for putting up with me," he muttered. His green eyes lifted to meet Alex's. "I have to get back." He had to get back to his brother. He ran his hand up Alex's back, pressing them closer. "You are going to help me, aren't you?"
Sighing, Alex nodded. Altruism had never been a particularly strong trait in him. "Yeah, baby, I am. I know you must be feeling lost, and I want to get you back where you belong." He paused, and then smiled as he added, "Even though, if I could, I'd tie you to my bed and keep you forever, which is weird when we've only ever kissed a little."
He wondered what the Dean of today would be like, and whether he would dare go and find him and just see if he wanted a relationship. A thought occurred to him. "Hey, I don't suppose you met me before. Before you came back in time, I mean. Did you?"
Dean pushed his head between Alex's and the pillow, his lips much closer to his ear so he could be certain that his father wouldn’t hear. "I'll look you up when I get back and then you can tie me to your bed." He gave a lick to Alex's ear even as his hand moved back down Alex's body, so it could slip under his waist band and grip his bare ass cheek.
"No, we never met." He breathed. "But we’re together now. Shhh," he exhaled as he slipped his hand around to the front of Alex's underwear, cupping him. Sex was something that helped Dean relieve stress, helped him to forget and to stop thinking. -At that moment, that's what he wanted - what he needed - to stop thinking, because, if he couldn’t, he knew he would break down, especially if he rolled over and looked at the man in the other bed.
Painfully aware of the way John Winchester kept on casting glances across at them, Alex quivered, wondering if Dean actually really did mean to get it on. The sly touches were arousing him; he'd been half-hard since earlier in the day when they'd spent time kissing before meeting up with John. He was so aroused now that he though that just Dean's hand on him through his boxers might be enough to make him come.
"What are you doing?" he whispered into Dean's ear. "Do you want your Dad to hang, draw and quarter me?" He shivered as Dean ran his thumb down the ridged vein in his shaft and clutched at him convulsively. "I want to fuck you, but I don't want to die trying.""
His hand had strayed of its own accord down to find Dean's groin. Now it slowly insinuated itself into the slit in the other man’s underwear in search of his cock. "I can get you back, you know, brat!"
"Shhh," Dean breathed as he pushed his hips against Alex's. His hand moved down to cup his balls. "I'll handle my dad." He bit Alex's earlobe, sucking on it. "I need this, Alex, I do."
John shifted upon the bed, not hearing the sounds of sleep. "Dean?" He whispered.
Dean turned his head, "Yeah, Dad?"
"Your fever going down?"
"I'm a little cold still." He gripped Alex's cock as he spoke.
"You need another blanket?" John got up, grabbing the one off his bed, crossing over to place it over the two men. He nudged Dean, who moved closer to Alex, only to feel his father climb in behind him.
Alex groaned inwardly. The prospect of sex with his companion had just receded to almost vanishing point, and he was hard and needy, his cock leaking in Dean's grip, his balls drawn in tight against his body. "Goddammit," he whispered, tightening his arm around Dean.
John had moved in close to Dean, and was now pressed up against his son's back and Alex's arm. "You know, John, just a suggestion," murmured Alex. "But denim really isn't comfortable in bed."
Dean felt like he’d died and gone to heaven, sandwiched between these two. He didn't know which body he wanted more to press against.
He heard his father grumble and saw him give Alex a look before rolling away while he pulled his pants off. They were dropped over the side of the bed before he pressed back against Dean. He wrapped his arm around his son, pulling him into his chest in a little more possessive way than he really intended. He leaned into Dean’s hair, taking a deep breath. The scent was the same as his Dean. This was Dean for sure, older but still his son.
"We gonna have a tug of war here?" murmured Alex, smirking a little. The pressure of Dean's body against his was still so arousing to him that he was feeling a little reckless. Dean's fingers were still working on his cock and his breath was still tickling his ear. Summoning all his nerve, Alex leaned down to capture Dean's mouth, sucking at it as he slowly invaded it with his tongue.
"I really want you," he whispered. "Not just a little bit. I think I'm gonna explode, if I can't..." He was aware of John's arm touching him, of his arm pressing against John's where it encircled Dean, and suddenly it didn't matter any more. He wanted Dean.
John gave a little growl as this man leaned in to kiss his son. He clung to Dean more tightly, clutching his son tightly to him, all too aware of Alex's body, Alex’s arousal. Alex cleared his throat. "Dean needs to rest. He’s still feverish."
Dean was more than feverish now, he was roasting hot. The kiss bestowed upon him was devastating. He wanted Alex badly, but his father, his body pressing, made him feel like he could panic. He wondered if his father would be too disgusted with him after witnessing that kiss.
His hand squeezed Alex's cock even as he turned his head to his father. "Dad, I'm..." Dean never got to finish because his father closed his mouth over his.
It wasn't clear who gasped louder, Dean or Alex. Alex felt a jolt go through him as he saw the very attractive man that was John Winchester capture Dean's voluptuous lips with his own and give him a long, deep, wet kiss. Alex could hear it, hear the sounds as the kiss went on, and Dean's fingers tightened on his cock making him grunt a little and buck into Dean's hand.
"Oh, fuck me. You're just so gorgeous," he murmured, unsure which of them he meant.
He'd found Dean's dick and was stroking it gently as he watched the two of them duel, tongues licking and teeth clicking, and he slid his other hand up to play with one of Dean's nipples. "So gorgeous," he repeated, fervently.
The kiss was meant to claim Dean as his own, to tell the other man in the bed that this boy was his. John pulled slowly away, but in the back of his mind, even though he knew this wasn't truly his son, the scent and flavor were purely Dean. This was what he’d always wanted to do to Dean. In this time, John never touched Dean. He’d always worked him hard at his training, but he’d kept it just father and son. It had been different with Sammy.
Dean on the other hand, had rarely been graced with this much attention - especially not from his father. The only one who’d ever given him this kind of attention had been Sam, but that had stopped when his brother had left for college and hadn’t resumed since they’d got back together. As Dean studied his father's face, he saw no disgust. If anything there was a dark lust lurking in his eyes. It surprised Dean greatly. He turned his head back to Alex, having heard the words. His body was tingling all over as if he might explode.
Dean leaned into Alex, kissing him deeply and allowing him to taste the mixed flavor of himself and his father. Already pressed in close, hand still around Alex's cock, Dean started moving his hand faster before removing it. He didn't know where to start, but he knew one thing, and that was that Alex and his father had to accept one another. Dean moved down under the covers.
"Dean?" John looked down, only to see his son pulling at Alex's underwear, revealing the hardened, swollen flesh. Then, suddenly, Dean was taking his hand, bringing it over to touch. John raised his head to study Alex. "So who were you speaking of earlier?" Under Dean’s guidance, his hand gripped Alex, giving him a squeeze.
Dean leaned down, licking over his father's hands before reaching Alex's flesh and letting his tongue wash over him. All the while, his other hand was working to get his father free.
Stunned, wide-eyed, Alex wasn't sure if he was awake or dreaming. He squirmed around so that he could strip off his T-shirt and boxers and then moved closer to John, reaching for his shirt. "He's a demanding little brat, isn't he?" he smiled, indicating the activity going on down below the blankets. "Does he do that often? Oh, maybe you won't know, I guess. He's still a kid in this time, isn't he?"
Dean was still licking his cock, and that tongue was curling wickedly around him, teasing and withdrawing, then returning to probe into the slit on the head of his dick. John hadn't taken his hand away, indeed, he was tightening his grip, starting to stroke him, and Alex felt a little stab of lust as he looked at Dean's father.
Slowly, tentatively, as if he thought he might be rebuffed, he reached out to caress John's chest, admiring the depth of it, and the thick slabs of muscle that graced it. "I won't, if you don't want it," he murmured. "But he wants it. He wants both of us, and I really, really want him, so I'm game if you are."
John reached out with his free hand, cupping the back of Alex's head. "Shut up," he growled before closing his mouth over Alex's and kissing him somewhat savagely. This wasn't in the least what John had in mind, although Alex was very good looking, with green eyes like Dean's. He was also turning out to be a damn fine kisser, not to mention how good his cock felt as well. If this was what Dean wanted, John wasn't going to pass the moment up just because Alex was there.
Dean glanced up, and he had to pause, because the two of them kissing looked completely devastating. Dean thought that he could probably come, if he thought about that too long. Dean returned his mouth to Alex’s cock, but not for long, because his father was now free, and Dean wanted to taste. He felt a jolt from John's hips and heard a hiss as he tore his lips away from Alex.
Gripping Alex's cock, John was stroking him firmly. "You want Dean, boy, you earn it," he breathed into Alex’s ear.
"Oh, yeah," growled Alex, pushing the bedclothes back so he could watch Dean sucking on John. "Holy shit!" Dean's mouth was stretched around John's erection, his eyes wide, fixed on his father's face as he sucked. Alex felt his breath catch in his throat, and his heart thump painfully as if it could fight its way out of his chest.
He looked up at John again, seeing him similarly entranced. A spasm of lust shivered through Alex, and he reached for John again, claiming his mouth urgently as he pushed the man back into the pillows. "Whatever it'll cost, he's worth it," growled Alex against John's lips.
Dean was torturing John's cock, and John couldn't believe that he’d missed out on this with Dean. Sammy was one thing with his wonderful mobile mouth and those dark locks so soft against his hand, but Dean... Dean had a porn star mouth and it seemed that he knew how to use it. Damn! When had Dean learned this? His musings were interrupted as Alex's push, and then his kiss, totally threw him. John kissed him back, his mouth ravishing Alex's, his tongue probing as if he could search out the interloper’s secrets. After a moment, he pushed Alex away. "No more for him," he informed Dean.
"Uh?" Dean rose off his father, crawling up to face him.
John grabbed Dean and kissed him, pushing him down between them again. He was moving now, grabbing Alex's legs. "Dean says you're worth it, but is he worthy of you?" He pushed Alex's legs back and apart as Dean watched intently, his hand rubbing over Alex's chest. "Get behind him, Dean," John commanded as he dipped down and slipped his tongue into Alex's ass.
Dean moved, getting behind Alex to support him, running his hands over Alex's naked body. "Damn, I can't believe this is happening," he thought, though in truth he wished it was his father doing this to him rather than Alex.
Turning his face up to Dean, Alex sought those plush lips again, tasting him, tasting his father, the scent of sex pervasive as they kissed, open mouthed and sloppy. The relentless tongue against his ass was driving him wild, and Alex knew that no matter what happened he would have Dean tonight. John Winchester was dark and sexy, but he was merely dessert. Dean was what had Alex's appetite raging.
"You're feeling a little better?" he asked Dean, and then gasped as he felt John's wicked tongue pierce his ass. "Jesus!"
John was getting Alex nice and wet, getting him primed for what was coming next. John glanced up past Alex's hard cock and, in a way, he hated what he saw. These two men were fucking gorgeous. Deadly gorgeous. Throw Sam in the mix and it was... John couldn't think of that.
He continued to work Alex, while Dean looked down, giving Alex more wet sloppy kisses. "Yeah, I am," he lied. Dean was still warm, but it was hard to tell if the heat was that of the moment or if he had a fever. "God, you're sexy," Dean whispered. He stroked his hand over Alex's chest, working a nipple with one thumb until it was hard and hot.
John suddenly reared up onto his knees, taking hold of his cock to rub the crown over Alex before pushing into him. "Hold him, Dean," he whispered, voice harsh as he leaned up to kiss Dean.
The sudden invasion took Alex by surprise. He gasped, tensing at first before forcing himself to relax and let John push his cock deep inside him. John Winchester was strong, his cock was thick and long, and it seemed that he didn't much care about Alex's comfort. Alex rolled his head on Dean's chest, panting as he felt John bottom out inside him. Smirking, he looked up to where John was still sucking on Dean's lower lip.
"That all you got, big boy? Come on! Show me how you use it." He let out a soft little laugh and licked along John's cheek, pausing to bite at the angle of his jaw, where ear and neck met and the skin was soft and vulnerable. "Let's not keep Dean waiting, now. He wants a turn."
Dean worked his mouth against his father’s until they parted, and he could look down at Alex. There was an expression on his face that said he was used to waiting, used to being put last.
John could tell this wasn't Alex's first time. He was deep in Alex's ass, looking down at him as he drew back slowly. "I'll show you," he growled. He grabbed Alex's hands and placed them over his head, wrapping them around Dean. He ran his blunt nails down Alex's arms, before he grabbed the man by the hips to ram his cock back into him.
It was as if he was telling Alex that Dean was his. He intended to wear Alex out, so he wouldn't have anything left for Dean. His thrusts into Alex were drawn out and hard, ramming into him so his balls slapped against Alex's cheeks. "Shit," he hissed.
"I'll try, if you like," smirked Alex, between panting breaths, "But there's something in the way." He yelped as Dean pinched his nipple hard, and John thrust into him especially roughly at the same time. He was starting to feel good. Each thrust of John's cock into him sent tendrils of pleasure flickering along his spine, and he could feel Dean's hard length pressing into his back, moisture spreading over his skin each time John thrust into him.
Alex craned his neck back to find and lick at Dean's cheek, then his ear, wanting to touch him, wanting to explore the soft skin. "You're next, lover. You're gonna be balls deep in me, if I get my way."
John rocked his hips, setting a punishing pace. Whenever Alex paid attention to Dean, it made John want to draw that attention away. He leaned down, grabbing Alex's chin and turning his face up so John could kiss him. Alex responded eagerly, devouring John once again before he came up for breath. John was tempted to say that if Alex still had the strength after he was done, Dean was his.
Reaching out, Dean touched his father's hair, shivering although he was sweaty and hot. He could feel his blood pumping hard as he moved his hand down to his John’s neck, and when John turned his eyes up to look at his son, there was something new in them. Dean swallowed hard at that look.
Leaning in to kiss his son, Dean was right there, seeming to know what he wanted. Their kiss was deep, and it sent a jolt through the older man. God, Dean was lovely. If John had only known. He growled and slipped a hand up around Alex's neck to give it a squeeze, "You like it rough don't you?"
"What makes you say that?" gasped Alex, shuddering hard. "I like it any way I can get it, thank you." He pushed John's hand away from his neck and reached to do the same to the other man. "I'm not into choking as a way of getting off. You need to go fuck Fox Mulder for that. He likes it, the freak." He gave a gasping laugh. "On the other hand, you can bite, if you like. That gets me going like you wouldn't believe."
He was close. It was getting harder and harder for Alex to concentrate as he felt each slide of John's cock over his hot spot. He felt as though he was shaking himself apart, and his balls were contracting, sending delicious little throbs of ecstasy through him. He shoved a hand down between the two of them and began to rub himself, delivering that last little touch that would tip him over into orgasm.
John looked at Dean, silent words exchanged. Dean leaned down and bit Alex's neck. John bit the other side, feeling Alex starting to tighten around him. He gave a growl and leaned to one side, placing his hand over Alex’s, both of them stroking Alex's cock. His teeth bit just below one nipple, while Dean was nibbling his way around Alex's neck and ear. John was close as well, his thrusts becoming more demanding and faster. "That's it," he moaned, "Give it up, Alex."
The bites were arousing in themselves, and the hands that pinched and stroked all conspired to add to Alex's pleasure. He gave a little strangled cry and came, spattering him and John equally as he shot and shot and shot.
His arms tensed around Dean, his neck arched back, and he let the sweetness take him, unable to do more than shudder and pant and try to keep himself from coming apart.
Dean ran his hand over Alex, adoring the look on Alex's face. He leaned down, kissing him softly even as his father slammed into Alex hard and heard him release. John's face had tightened with the tension, and his growl filled the air. He shot deep inside Alex, his juices leaking out as he pulled back, emptying Alex and dropping down beside him. His chest was wet with Alex's cum, and Dean was still flushed. He pulled his son to him again, and Dean eagerly ran his tongue over John’s chest, before turning his head back to Alex and starting to clean him as well.
"You a pitcher or a catcher, baby?" Alex asked the question softly, hands caressing Dean as he whispered. He ran his hands down over Dean's back, caressing his ass as Dean turned his body back towards John. "Either's good. I just want to lose myself in you." Alex leaned over Dean's shoulder to grip John's chin and kiss him hard and dirty. "You're a good fuck, John. You always want to be on top?" He drew back a little and smiled. "You strong and unyielding like a mighty oak, or supple and bending like a willow?"
Dean basked in the attention. Once the two men were clean, Dean kept his back to Alex, and his cock was aching painfully for release, getting even worse as the two men kissed. Dean had to bite back a whine.
John gave himself over to Alex’s kiss and then pushed Alex back. "Conceited bastard, aren't you?" He wrapped his arm around Dean. "Why don't you put your mouth to better use? Give Dean a little relief." He looked deep into Dean’s eyes, noting the way the green-gold eyes had darkened before leaning in to give him a soft and loving kiss.
"My boy," John whispered to Dean. "Is this truly how you’re going to grow up?" John's touch was tender and loving, something Dean had not felt since he was a kid.
"Conceited? What makes you say that? I'd call myself adaptable - infinitely adaptable, and you're standing between me and something I want, just so you know." Alex gave Dean a little wink and an encouraging smile and slid down his body until he could nestle his face in amongst Dean's dark curls. "But I'm happy to oblige. I've wanted to do this since... well, pretty much since I first saw you sitting there on that step, looking lost. I'm a sucker for waifs, you know."
He fell silent, licking and kissing at Dean's inner thighs, smiling as he heard the little gasps and moans that his ministrations produced. Taking hold of Dean's cock, he looked up at John. "Why don't you get inside him and fuck him while I do this. He'll love you for it. Or are you done for the night?"
"Thought you were the one who was so eager," John replied, looking down at Alex as he sucked on his son's cock. at The lovely sounds Dean was making twisted at John's gut. Dean was devastatingly beautiful when he was all flushed and panting for it like this.
Dean looked at John. "You don't have to, Dad." Dean knew it took older men longer to recover, but as his hand moved down his father’s body, he felt John's cock stiffen again.
"God, Dean," John half-cursed as he captured Dean's lips once again in a heated kiss. He pulled away from his son, gazing down at him and rolled Dean over on his side. "Get him prepped."
"I'm on it," growled Alex, not stopping what he was doing. He slid his other hand down to find the crease between Dean's buttocks and stroked along it. "Lube. We need lube. Don't want to tear him a new one, now, do we?" He raised his head to glare at John. "Come on, man. I know you were a boy scout once. You must have something we can use."
He took the tip of Dean's cock in between his lips and began to flick his tongue over it, gazing up at Dean with huge, adoring eyes.
Dean's breath caught for a moment at the feel of Alex's fingers in a place he wasn't used to feeling them. He moaned, his hand going down into Alex's hair to run his fingers through the dark locks. Craning his neck to look at his father, he saw that John had grabbed his jacket and pulled out a tube.
There was a wicked look upon John's face, "Didn't bother you none but then again you must be used to it." He flipped the lube over to Alex.
"I think I've just been insulted," smirked Alex, delivering a long, slow kiss to Dean's cock and then pulling away to unscrew the cap from the tube. "Hang in, Dean, we're going to do you up right." He spent a moment or two coating up his fingers and warming them before he returned to probe between Dean's buttocks. "Relax, baby, I want to make you good and ready, because you're worth it."
He returned his mouth to Dean's cock again, slowly sucking it in as he pressed first one finger and then two inside Dean, slipping deeper and deeper until he could find and stroke the gland that he knew would make him tingle. "There you are - feel that? That's how it's gonna be, only better."
Dean had been looking down at Alex the whole time he was being prepped. He swallowed hard at Alex’s words, because for a long time he had never believed that he was worth anything. For most of his life he’d felt as if he wasn’t appreciated, and now he was being given the appreciation and love he’d always craved. "Mmm, god, Alex," he breathed as first Alex’s mouth, and then his fingers began to pleasure him.
Gasping, Dean’s head fell back against his father, and his hips bucked forward, then back desperate to get more contact. "Oh shit!" He nodded and tightened his fingers in Alex’s hair.
Sliding his hand down over Dean’s skin, he ran it along his son’s back until he could touch Alex's, feeling where it entered Dean’s body. He wrapped his hand round his own cock then moved into position, and as Alex moved his fingers away, John pressed his cock inside quickly, before Dean could tighten up again. He could feel his son trembling as he pushed his way in. John had never imagined Dean could possibly feel this good, this hot or this tight. He was like a virgin.
Once John was fully seated inside Dean, Alex moved his hand away, returning to lavish attention on Dean's cock. He took it slowly, concentrating on the head of it to begin with, sliding his tongue around the crown, licking around the ridge of it, until he felt John start to move. As John's thrusts began to rock Dean, Alex opened his mouth wide and took Dean in as far as he could, allowing him to push back so far that he was almost triggering a gag reflex.
Salivating, almost choking from the force of each thrust, Alex sucked on Dean, fingers stroking and teasing around his shaft, along his balls and back to where John's cock impaled him.
Dean couldn't believe his father was inside him, fucking him. He felt like he was dreaming. Alex's mouth on his cock brought him back to full reality. "Shit," he groaned, grabbing Alex's hair, his hips rocked forward by his father's thrust. He could feel that the thrusts were not near as harsh as those he’d given to Alex, in fact, if anything, they were slow and drawn out at least to begin with. It wasn’t long before they fell into a nice little pace, fucking - or was it lovemaking? Dean didn't care. He was just amazed and delighted to be experiencing it.
John nuzzled into the back of Dean's hair, whispering words Dean wished he could hear clearly. John bucked a little as Alex's finger invaded the place where he and his son were connected. "Make him cum, Alex," he growled.
Gurgling as Dean's cock drove into the back of his throat, Alex didn't answer for a moment. He fully intended to make Dean fall apart, wanted to see him do it, knowing just how incredible he'd look.
Looking at him right then, flushed and desperate, straining for more, deeper, harder, he was already heartstoppingly gorgeous. Alex was willing to bet that he'd look even better in the throes of orgasm.
He pulled away for a moment, knowing that Dean was close. "Trust me," he slurred around the tip of Dean's cock. "I fully intend to. He's gonna turn himself inside out." Then he dove down onto Dean again sucking harder than ever.
Dean cried out, his eyes closing tightly as he nearly bent in half. With John's cock angled just right to hit his sweet spot, and Alex taking him so deeply, he was coming apart. "Oh god," Dean groaned. His hips rocked with each thrust, pushing his cock deep into Alex’s mouth as his dad’s bucking knocked him forward. John speeded up now, his grip on Dean bruising.
John leaned in, biting Dean's earlobe. He knew Dean was close, he could feel it, and he encircled his chest so that he could press closer, brace himself for action. "Lovely boy," he whispered in Dean's ear.
The words hit Dean suddenly, and he thrust his hips forward, releasing into Alex's waiting mouth.
Alex swallowed manfully, almost gagging a couple of times as Dean filled his mouth. He'd been right about the way Dean would look when he came. Alex devoured it with his eyes, the way Dean's face tightened, the way his lips parted, his body tensing, his eyes losing focus. He drank it in, drank Dean in, besotted with lust for the beautiful young man.
Watching Dean's head fall back to lie along his father's shoulder, Alex was overcome with the desire to take him into his arms and hold him, stroke him gently, be a barrier between Dean and the world. Somehow, Alex could sense that Dean had been hurt, and that he would be hurt far worse before too long. He didn't think that John Winchester would protect his son from the pain, even if he could, so Alex would have to be the one to do it.
Murmuring softly to Dean, Alex moved back up to nestle against him, kissing his neck and chest, petting him as he waited for John to come again.
Dean couldn't move. Didn't want to move. John was releasing into him and Alex was nestled beside him, kissing him and petting him. Dean felt tears welling in his eyes. He buried his face into Alex's neck as John did the same to him. When Alex was able to hear what Dean was whispering into his skin, he found that he was mouthing the words, 'I'm not special,' over and over again.
Reaching forward, John wiped his hand over Dean's forehead and found he was still overly warm. He carefully pulled away from his son and pressed him down to lie on his back. "Dean, are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, Dad," Dean lied all too easily.
Holding Dean, feeling his sweet body melt against him, Alex felt powerful, as if he might be able to make a difference in the young man's life. He felt protective toward the other man, and at the same time he felt anger toward the father who seemed to want to play games with his son's life.
Authors: art_of_mayhem and candygramme
Dean Winchester/Alex Krycek Appearances: Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Dana Scully, Fox Mulder and others.
Word Count: 6,212
Rated: This part is NC-17 slash.
Beta: The beautiful lorelei633, who has stuck with us to the bitter end.
Disclaimer: Dean belongs to Erik Kripke and Alex belongs to 1013 Productions. We make no money.
Spoilers: Not in this part. Later there may be vague spoilers to 'In My Time Of Dying'
Teaser: "He leaned into Dean’s hair, taking a deep breath. The scent was the same as his Dean. This was Dean for sure, older but still his son."
Chapter titles are borrowed from "Alice in Wonderland"
This story is finished and complete, and we intend to post it rapidly. I'm sorry that there's been a pause. I had to do a complete reinstall of my computer, and it's been a long, hard haul.
If they'd been alone, Alex would've put his arms around Dean and held him. He wanted to do it so badly, but with John Winchester sitting there like a silent reproach, he felt odd about offering the man comfort. He didn't move away despite the glare with which John favored him. "You okay, Dean?" he asked. "What is it? Tell me, and I'll try and fix it, if I can."
"I'm okay," Dean mumbled. "And I don't remember."
"Dean," John tried sounding fierce.
"If one more person asks me if I'm okay..." Dean stopped and then shivered. He looked back at his father, suddenly realizing that whatever it was that he was trying to remember had something to do with his father.
John got up, moving over to sit down beside his son. "Dean, it's your memories that are causing this. You need to remember. They are seeping out and if you can bring them to the surface, you’ll find it will help you."
"I know, dad, but I can't.” Dean sounded very young. “It’s almost there, but it goes away just as quickly."
"Try, Dean." John placed his hand upon him.
Dean shook his head, and then looked over at Alex. "I just remember a fire and burning a body."
"Burning a body?" Alex sounded a little shocked. "Whose body? Can you remember?" He looked at Dean, hesitating. " You don't…you don't think it was your brother, do you?" The thought was terrible, and he winced as he spoke, looking to John for a little help.
Dean shook his head, "No, he was sitting there beside me." He frowned, then sighed softly. "My head hurts."
John leaned forward and placed his hand on Dean's forehead. "He's running a fever. Alex, go to that bag over there. You should find a bottle of aspirin." John got up to get some water.
Settling back on the bed, Dean looked puzzled. "Why am I running a fever?"
"You're burning energy, boy. Trying to remember," John told him as he handed him the glass of water.
Dean took it, and then swallowed the aspirin Alex gave him.
"Go back to sleep, Dean," John gave his eldest a squeeze to his shoulder. Dean looked over at Alex. He couldn't beg Alex to crawl into bed with him, not in front of his father, but his eyes met Alex's in a silent plea.
For a moment, Alex looked stunned. Dean was tempting, but he didn't want to make any more waves than he already had just by being there. His indecision lasted only a moment and no more. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he pulled off his shoes and then his jeans and jacket, stripping down to his T-shirt and boxers, then, without further ado, he hopped into the bed beside Dean and rolled over to put his arm around the other man. "Okay, Dean. I got you. Go to sleep now, and see if you can remember what it is that's making you feel bad. Once you know, you'll be able to deal."
John pushed up from his seat, a flash of anger upon his face as he saw Alex undressing, but then he looked down at his son, the way he’d moved over, accepting. It appeared to him that this wasn't the first time the two had slept together, although John decided that he was going to make sure it was the last. It would be all too easy for him just to push in and gather Dean in his arms, just the way he had when Dean was little. However Dean was cuddling into Alex, wrapping his arms around him and burying his head in the hollow of his neck. John moved over to the other bed and sat down. All he could do was give Alex a warning look.
Pressing as close to Alex as he could, Dean closed his eyes tightly. He shivered, breathing in Alex's scent. A very soft whisper drifted to Alex's ear. "I remember."
There was a pause while Alex watched John warily. Then he shrugged again and turned his attention to Dean, who was burrowing against him as if he wanted to climb inside Alex's skin. Any other time but this, Alex would have jumped his bones, but right now, with Dean showing obvious signs of distress, and the kid's father glowering at him as if he wanted to knife him, was not the time. Sighing, Alex cuddled him close and made soothing sounds. "You're so tired, baby. You need to sleep, or you'll get sick, and that'll be a bad thing when you finally find your way back home."
Home... The word had never meant too much to Alex, but it held an especially bleak note now, because home for Dean was across ten years. It also meant that, if Dean succeeded in returning home, Alex would lose him, because time, even more than space, would effectively see an end to their love affair - a love affair that hadn't even started yet. Sighing, Alex held Dean, felt the heat that radiated from him, and wondered if he'd made a mistake getting involved in this.
John didn't strip down but he did lie on his back on the other bed. Now and again, he would glance over toward Dean and that man. That man who had no business being here and definitely had no business being that close to his son. He felt a twinge of anger and worse, a pang of jealousy.
Dean felt himself relaxing, allowing himself to melt against Alex. "Thanks for putting up with me," he muttered. His green eyes lifted to meet Alex's. "I have to get back." He had to get back to his brother. He ran his hand up Alex's back, pressing them closer. "You are going to help me, aren't you?"
Sighing, Alex nodded. Altruism had never been a particularly strong trait in him. "Yeah, baby, I am. I know you must be feeling lost, and I want to get you back where you belong." He paused, and then smiled as he added, "Even though, if I could, I'd tie you to my bed and keep you forever, which is weird when we've only ever kissed a little."
He wondered what the Dean of today would be like, and whether he would dare go and find him and just see if he wanted a relationship. A thought occurred to him. "Hey, I don't suppose you met me before. Before you came back in time, I mean. Did you?"
Dean pushed his head between Alex's and the pillow, his lips much closer to his ear so he could be certain that his father wouldn’t hear. "I'll look you up when I get back and then you can tie me to your bed." He gave a lick to Alex's ear even as his hand moved back down Alex's body, so it could slip under his waist band and grip his bare ass cheek.
"No, we never met." He breathed. "But we’re together now. Shhh," he exhaled as he slipped his hand around to the front of Alex's underwear, cupping him. Sex was something that helped Dean relieve stress, helped him to forget and to stop thinking. -At that moment, that's what he wanted - what he needed - to stop thinking, because, if he couldn’t, he knew he would break down, especially if he rolled over and looked at the man in the other bed.
Painfully aware of the way John Winchester kept on casting glances across at them, Alex quivered, wondering if Dean actually really did mean to get it on. The sly touches were arousing him; he'd been half-hard since earlier in the day when they'd spent time kissing before meeting up with John. He was so aroused now that he though that just Dean's hand on him through his boxers might be enough to make him come.
"What are you doing?" he whispered into Dean's ear. "Do you want your Dad to hang, draw and quarter me?" He shivered as Dean ran his thumb down the ridged vein in his shaft and clutched at him convulsively. "I want to fuck you, but I don't want to die trying.""
His hand had strayed of its own accord down to find Dean's groin. Now it slowly insinuated itself into the slit in the other man’s underwear in search of his cock. "I can get you back, you know, brat!"
"Shhh," Dean breathed as he pushed his hips against Alex's. His hand moved down to cup his balls. "I'll handle my dad." He bit Alex's earlobe, sucking on it. "I need this, Alex, I do."
John shifted upon the bed, not hearing the sounds of sleep. "Dean?" He whispered.
Dean turned his head, "Yeah, Dad?"
"Your fever going down?"
"I'm a little cold still." He gripped Alex's cock as he spoke.
"You need another blanket?" John got up, grabbing the one off his bed, crossing over to place it over the two men. He nudged Dean, who moved closer to Alex, only to feel his father climb in behind him.
Alex groaned inwardly. The prospect of sex with his companion had just receded to almost vanishing point, and he was hard and needy, his cock leaking in Dean's grip, his balls drawn in tight against his body. "Goddammit," he whispered, tightening his arm around Dean.
John had moved in close to Dean, and was now pressed up against his son's back and Alex's arm. "You know, John, just a suggestion," murmured Alex. "But denim really isn't comfortable in bed."
Dean felt like he’d died and gone to heaven, sandwiched between these two. He didn't know which body he wanted more to press against.
He heard his father grumble and saw him give Alex a look before rolling away while he pulled his pants off. They were dropped over the side of the bed before he pressed back against Dean. He wrapped his arm around his son, pulling him into his chest in a little more possessive way than he really intended. He leaned into Dean’s hair, taking a deep breath. The scent was the same as his Dean. This was Dean for sure, older but still his son.
"We gonna have a tug of war here?" murmured Alex, smirking a little. The pressure of Dean's body against his was still so arousing to him that he was feeling a little reckless. Dean's fingers were still working on his cock and his breath was still tickling his ear. Summoning all his nerve, Alex leaned down to capture Dean's mouth, sucking at it as he slowly invaded it with his tongue.
"I really want you," he whispered. "Not just a little bit. I think I'm gonna explode, if I can't..." He was aware of John's arm touching him, of his arm pressing against John's where it encircled Dean, and suddenly it didn't matter any more. He wanted Dean.
John gave a little growl as this man leaned in to kiss his son. He clung to Dean more tightly, clutching his son tightly to him, all too aware of Alex's body, Alex’s arousal. Alex cleared his throat. "Dean needs to rest. He’s still feverish."
Dean was more than feverish now, he was roasting hot. The kiss bestowed upon him was devastating. He wanted Alex badly, but his father, his body pressing, made him feel like he could panic. He wondered if his father would be too disgusted with him after witnessing that kiss.
His hand squeezed Alex's cock even as he turned his head to his father. "Dad, I'm..." Dean never got to finish because his father closed his mouth over his.
It wasn't clear who gasped louder, Dean or Alex. Alex felt a jolt go through him as he saw the very attractive man that was John Winchester capture Dean's voluptuous lips with his own and give him a long, deep, wet kiss. Alex could hear it, hear the sounds as the kiss went on, and Dean's fingers tightened on his cock making him grunt a little and buck into Dean's hand.
"Oh, fuck me. You're just so gorgeous," he murmured, unsure which of them he meant.
He'd found Dean's dick and was stroking it gently as he watched the two of them duel, tongues licking and teeth clicking, and he slid his other hand up to play with one of Dean's nipples. "So gorgeous," he repeated, fervently.
The kiss was meant to claim Dean as his own, to tell the other man in the bed that this boy was his. John pulled slowly away, but in the back of his mind, even though he knew this wasn't truly his son, the scent and flavor were purely Dean. This was what he’d always wanted to do to Dean. In this time, John never touched Dean. He’d always worked him hard at his training, but he’d kept it just father and son. It had been different with Sammy.
Dean on the other hand, had rarely been graced with this much attention - especially not from his father. The only one who’d ever given him this kind of attention had been Sam, but that had stopped when his brother had left for college and hadn’t resumed since they’d got back together. As Dean studied his father's face, he saw no disgust. If anything there was a dark lust lurking in his eyes. It surprised Dean greatly. He turned his head back to Alex, having heard the words. His body was tingling all over as if he might explode.
Dean leaned into Alex, kissing him deeply and allowing him to taste the mixed flavor of himself and his father. Already pressed in close, hand still around Alex's cock, Dean started moving his hand faster before removing it. He didn't know where to start, but he knew one thing, and that was that Alex and his father had to accept one another. Dean moved down under the covers.
"Dean?" John looked down, only to see his son pulling at Alex's underwear, revealing the hardened, swollen flesh. Then, suddenly, Dean was taking his hand, bringing it over to touch. John raised his head to study Alex. "So who were you speaking of earlier?" Under Dean’s guidance, his hand gripped Alex, giving him a squeeze.
Dean leaned down, licking over his father's hands before reaching Alex's flesh and letting his tongue wash over him. All the while, his other hand was working to get his father free.
Stunned, wide-eyed, Alex wasn't sure if he was awake or dreaming. He squirmed around so that he could strip off his T-shirt and boxers and then moved closer to John, reaching for his shirt. "He's a demanding little brat, isn't he?" he smiled, indicating the activity going on down below the blankets. "Does he do that often? Oh, maybe you won't know, I guess. He's still a kid in this time, isn't he?"
Dean was still licking his cock, and that tongue was curling wickedly around him, teasing and withdrawing, then returning to probe into the slit on the head of his dick. John hadn't taken his hand away, indeed, he was tightening his grip, starting to stroke him, and Alex felt a little stab of lust as he looked at Dean's father.
Slowly, tentatively, as if he thought he might be rebuffed, he reached out to caress John's chest, admiring the depth of it, and the thick slabs of muscle that graced it. "I won't, if you don't want it," he murmured. "But he wants it. He wants both of us, and I really, really want him, so I'm game if you are."
John reached out with his free hand, cupping the back of Alex's head. "Shut up," he growled before closing his mouth over Alex's and kissing him somewhat savagely. This wasn't in the least what John had in mind, although Alex was very good looking, with green eyes like Dean's. He was also turning out to be a damn fine kisser, not to mention how good his cock felt as well. If this was what Dean wanted, John wasn't going to pass the moment up just because Alex was there.
Dean glanced up, and he had to pause, because the two of them kissing looked completely devastating. Dean thought that he could probably come, if he thought about that too long. Dean returned his mouth to Alex’s cock, but not for long, because his father was now free, and Dean wanted to taste. He felt a jolt from John's hips and heard a hiss as he tore his lips away from Alex.
Gripping Alex's cock, John was stroking him firmly. "You want Dean, boy, you earn it," he breathed into Alex’s ear.
"Oh, yeah," growled Alex, pushing the bedclothes back so he could watch Dean sucking on John. "Holy shit!" Dean's mouth was stretched around John's erection, his eyes wide, fixed on his father's face as he sucked. Alex felt his breath catch in his throat, and his heart thump painfully as if it could fight its way out of his chest.
He looked up at John again, seeing him similarly entranced. A spasm of lust shivered through Alex, and he reached for John again, claiming his mouth urgently as he pushed the man back into the pillows. "Whatever it'll cost, he's worth it," growled Alex against John's lips.
Dean was torturing John's cock, and John couldn't believe that he’d missed out on this with Dean. Sammy was one thing with his wonderful mobile mouth and those dark locks so soft against his hand, but Dean... Dean had a porn star mouth and it seemed that he knew how to use it. Damn! When had Dean learned this? His musings were interrupted as Alex's push, and then his kiss, totally threw him. John kissed him back, his mouth ravishing Alex's, his tongue probing as if he could search out the interloper’s secrets. After a moment, he pushed Alex away. "No more for him," he informed Dean.
"Uh?" Dean rose off his father, crawling up to face him.
John grabbed Dean and kissed him, pushing him down between them again. He was moving now, grabbing Alex's legs. "Dean says you're worth it, but is he worthy of you?" He pushed Alex's legs back and apart as Dean watched intently, his hand rubbing over Alex's chest. "Get behind him, Dean," John commanded as he dipped down and slipped his tongue into Alex's ass.
Dean moved, getting behind Alex to support him, running his hands over Alex's naked body. "Damn, I can't believe this is happening," he thought, though in truth he wished it was his father doing this to him rather than Alex.
Turning his face up to Dean, Alex sought those plush lips again, tasting him, tasting his father, the scent of sex pervasive as they kissed, open mouthed and sloppy. The relentless tongue against his ass was driving him wild, and Alex knew that no matter what happened he would have Dean tonight. John Winchester was dark and sexy, but he was merely dessert. Dean was what had Alex's appetite raging.
"You're feeling a little better?" he asked Dean, and then gasped as he felt John's wicked tongue pierce his ass. "Jesus!"
John was getting Alex nice and wet, getting him primed for what was coming next. John glanced up past Alex's hard cock and, in a way, he hated what he saw. These two men were fucking gorgeous. Deadly gorgeous. Throw Sam in the mix and it was... John couldn't think of that.
He continued to work Alex, while Dean looked down, giving Alex more wet sloppy kisses. "Yeah, I am," he lied. Dean was still warm, but it was hard to tell if the heat was that of the moment or if he had a fever. "God, you're sexy," Dean whispered. He stroked his hand over Alex's chest, working a nipple with one thumb until it was hard and hot.
John suddenly reared up onto his knees, taking hold of his cock to rub the crown over Alex before pushing into him. "Hold him, Dean," he whispered, voice harsh as he leaned up to kiss Dean.
The sudden invasion took Alex by surprise. He gasped, tensing at first before forcing himself to relax and let John push his cock deep inside him. John Winchester was strong, his cock was thick and long, and it seemed that he didn't much care about Alex's comfort. Alex rolled his head on Dean's chest, panting as he felt John bottom out inside him. Smirking, he looked up to where John was still sucking on Dean's lower lip.
"That all you got, big boy? Come on! Show me how you use it." He let out a soft little laugh and licked along John's cheek, pausing to bite at the angle of his jaw, where ear and neck met and the skin was soft and vulnerable. "Let's not keep Dean waiting, now. He wants a turn."
Dean worked his mouth against his father’s until they parted, and he could look down at Alex. There was an expression on his face that said he was used to waiting, used to being put last.
John could tell this wasn't Alex's first time. He was deep in Alex's ass, looking down at him as he drew back slowly. "I'll show you," he growled. He grabbed Alex's hands and placed them over his head, wrapping them around Dean. He ran his blunt nails down Alex's arms, before he grabbed the man by the hips to ram his cock back into him.
It was as if he was telling Alex that Dean was his. He intended to wear Alex out, so he wouldn't have anything left for Dean. His thrusts into Alex were drawn out and hard, ramming into him so his balls slapped against Alex's cheeks. "Shit," he hissed.
"I'll try, if you like," smirked Alex, between panting breaths, "But there's something in the way." He yelped as Dean pinched his nipple hard, and John thrust into him especially roughly at the same time. He was starting to feel good. Each thrust of John's cock into him sent tendrils of pleasure flickering along his spine, and he could feel Dean's hard length pressing into his back, moisture spreading over his skin each time John thrust into him.
Alex craned his neck back to find and lick at Dean's cheek, then his ear, wanting to touch him, wanting to explore the soft skin. "You're next, lover. You're gonna be balls deep in me, if I get my way."
John rocked his hips, setting a punishing pace. Whenever Alex paid attention to Dean, it made John want to draw that attention away. He leaned down, grabbing Alex's chin and turning his face up so John could kiss him. Alex responded eagerly, devouring John once again before he came up for breath. John was tempted to say that if Alex still had the strength after he was done, Dean was his.
Reaching out, Dean touched his father's hair, shivering although he was sweaty and hot. He could feel his blood pumping hard as he moved his hand down to his John’s neck, and when John turned his eyes up to look at his son, there was something new in them. Dean swallowed hard at that look.
Leaning in to kiss his son, Dean was right there, seeming to know what he wanted. Their kiss was deep, and it sent a jolt through the older man. God, Dean was lovely. If John had only known. He growled and slipped a hand up around Alex's neck to give it a squeeze, "You like it rough don't you?"
"What makes you say that?" gasped Alex, shuddering hard. "I like it any way I can get it, thank you." He pushed John's hand away from his neck and reached to do the same to the other man. "I'm not into choking as a way of getting off. You need to go fuck Fox Mulder for that. He likes it, the freak." He gave a gasping laugh. "On the other hand, you can bite, if you like. That gets me going like you wouldn't believe."
He was close. It was getting harder and harder for Alex to concentrate as he felt each slide of John's cock over his hot spot. He felt as though he was shaking himself apart, and his balls were contracting, sending delicious little throbs of ecstasy through him. He shoved a hand down between the two of them and began to rub himself, delivering that last little touch that would tip him over into orgasm.
John looked at Dean, silent words exchanged. Dean leaned down and bit Alex's neck. John bit the other side, feeling Alex starting to tighten around him. He gave a growl and leaned to one side, placing his hand over Alex’s, both of them stroking Alex's cock. His teeth bit just below one nipple, while Dean was nibbling his way around Alex's neck and ear. John was close as well, his thrusts becoming more demanding and faster. "That's it," he moaned, "Give it up, Alex."
The bites were arousing in themselves, and the hands that pinched and stroked all conspired to add to Alex's pleasure. He gave a little strangled cry and came, spattering him and John equally as he shot and shot and shot.
His arms tensed around Dean, his neck arched back, and he let the sweetness take him, unable to do more than shudder and pant and try to keep himself from coming apart.
Dean ran his hand over Alex, adoring the look on Alex's face. He leaned down, kissing him softly even as his father slammed into Alex hard and heard him release. John's face had tightened with the tension, and his growl filled the air. He shot deep inside Alex, his juices leaking out as he pulled back, emptying Alex and dropping down beside him. His chest was wet with Alex's cum, and Dean was still flushed. He pulled his son to him again, and Dean eagerly ran his tongue over John’s chest, before turning his head back to Alex and starting to clean him as well.
"You a pitcher or a catcher, baby?" Alex asked the question softly, hands caressing Dean as he whispered. He ran his hands down over Dean's back, caressing his ass as Dean turned his body back towards John. "Either's good. I just want to lose myself in you." Alex leaned over Dean's shoulder to grip John's chin and kiss him hard and dirty. "You're a good fuck, John. You always want to be on top?" He drew back a little and smiled. "You strong and unyielding like a mighty oak, or supple and bending like a willow?"
Dean basked in the attention. Once the two men were clean, Dean kept his back to Alex, and his cock was aching painfully for release, getting even worse as the two men kissed. Dean had to bite back a whine.
John gave himself over to Alex’s kiss and then pushed Alex back. "Conceited bastard, aren't you?" He wrapped his arm around Dean. "Why don't you put your mouth to better use? Give Dean a little relief." He looked deep into Dean’s eyes, noting the way the green-gold eyes had darkened before leaning in to give him a soft and loving kiss.
"My boy," John whispered to Dean. "Is this truly how you’re going to grow up?" John's touch was tender and loving, something Dean had not felt since he was a kid.
"Conceited? What makes you say that? I'd call myself adaptable - infinitely adaptable, and you're standing between me and something I want, just so you know." Alex gave Dean a little wink and an encouraging smile and slid down his body until he could nestle his face in amongst Dean's dark curls. "But I'm happy to oblige. I've wanted to do this since... well, pretty much since I first saw you sitting there on that step, looking lost. I'm a sucker for waifs, you know."
He fell silent, licking and kissing at Dean's inner thighs, smiling as he heard the little gasps and moans that his ministrations produced. Taking hold of Dean's cock, he looked up at John. "Why don't you get inside him and fuck him while I do this. He'll love you for it. Or are you done for the night?"
"Thought you were the one who was so eager," John replied, looking down at Alex as he sucked on his son's cock. at The lovely sounds Dean was making twisted at John's gut. Dean was devastatingly beautiful when he was all flushed and panting for it like this.
Dean looked at John. "You don't have to, Dad." Dean knew it took older men longer to recover, but as his hand moved down his father’s body, he felt John's cock stiffen again.
"God, Dean," John half-cursed as he captured Dean's lips once again in a heated kiss. He pulled away from his son, gazing down at him and rolled Dean over on his side. "Get him prepped."
"I'm on it," growled Alex, not stopping what he was doing. He slid his other hand down to find the crease between Dean's buttocks and stroked along it. "Lube. We need lube. Don't want to tear him a new one, now, do we?" He raised his head to glare at John. "Come on, man. I know you were a boy scout once. You must have something we can use."
He took the tip of Dean's cock in between his lips and began to flick his tongue over it, gazing up at Dean with huge, adoring eyes.
Dean's breath caught for a moment at the feel of Alex's fingers in a place he wasn't used to feeling them. He moaned, his hand going down into Alex's hair to run his fingers through the dark locks. Craning his neck to look at his father, he saw that John had grabbed his jacket and pulled out a tube.
There was a wicked look upon John's face, "Didn't bother you none but then again you must be used to it." He flipped the lube over to Alex.
"I think I've just been insulted," smirked Alex, delivering a long, slow kiss to Dean's cock and then pulling away to unscrew the cap from the tube. "Hang in, Dean, we're going to do you up right." He spent a moment or two coating up his fingers and warming them before he returned to probe between Dean's buttocks. "Relax, baby, I want to make you good and ready, because you're worth it."
He returned his mouth to Dean's cock again, slowly sucking it in as he pressed first one finger and then two inside Dean, slipping deeper and deeper until he could find and stroke the gland that he knew would make him tingle. "There you are - feel that? That's how it's gonna be, only better."
Dean had been looking down at Alex the whole time he was being prepped. He swallowed hard at Alex’s words, because for a long time he had never believed that he was worth anything. For most of his life he’d felt as if he wasn’t appreciated, and now he was being given the appreciation and love he’d always craved. "Mmm, god, Alex," he breathed as first Alex’s mouth, and then his fingers began to pleasure him.
Gasping, Dean’s head fell back against his father, and his hips bucked forward, then back desperate to get more contact. "Oh shit!" He nodded and tightened his fingers in Alex’s hair.
Sliding his hand down over Dean’s skin, he ran it along his son’s back until he could touch Alex's, feeling where it entered Dean’s body. He wrapped his hand round his own cock then moved into position, and as Alex moved his fingers away, John pressed his cock inside quickly, before Dean could tighten up again. He could feel his son trembling as he pushed his way in. John had never imagined Dean could possibly feel this good, this hot or this tight. He was like a virgin.
Once John was fully seated inside Dean, Alex moved his hand away, returning to lavish attention on Dean's cock. He took it slowly, concentrating on the head of it to begin with, sliding his tongue around the crown, licking around the ridge of it, until he felt John start to move. As John's thrusts began to rock Dean, Alex opened his mouth wide and took Dean in as far as he could, allowing him to push back so far that he was almost triggering a gag reflex.
Salivating, almost choking from the force of each thrust, Alex sucked on Dean, fingers stroking and teasing around his shaft, along his balls and back to where John's cock impaled him.
Dean couldn't believe his father was inside him, fucking him. He felt like he was dreaming. Alex's mouth on his cock brought him back to full reality. "Shit," he groaned, grabbing Alex's hair, his hips rocked forward by his father's thrust. He could feel that the thrusts were not near as harsh as those he’d given to Alex, in fact, if anything, they were slow and drawn out at least to begin with. It wasn’t long before they fell into a nice little pace, fucking - or was it lovemaking? Dean didn't care. He was just amazed and delighted to be experiencing it.
John nuzzled into the back of Dean's hair, whispering words Dean wished he could hear clearly. John bucked a little as Alex's finger invaded the place where he and his son were connected. "Make him cum, Alex," he growled.
Gurgling as Dean's cock drove into the back of his throat, Alex didn't answer for a moment. He fully intended to make Dean fall apart, wanted to see him do it, knowing just how incredible he'd look.
Looking at him right then, flushed and desperate, straining for more, deeper, harder, he was already heartstoppingly gorgeous. Alex was willing to bet that he'd look even better in the throes of orgasm.
He pulled away for a moment, knowing that Dean was close. "Trust me," he slurred around the tip of Dean's cock. "I fully intend to. He's gonna turn himself inside out." Then he dove down onto Dean again sucking harder than ever.
Dean cried out, his eyes closing tightly as he nearly bent in half. With John's cock angled just right to hit his sweet spot, and Alex taking him so deeply, he was coming apart. "Oh god," Dean groaned. His hips rocked with each thrust, pushing his cock deep into Alex’s mouth as his dad’s bucking knocked him forward. John speeded up now, his grip on Dean bruising.
John leaned in, biting Dean's earlobe. He knew Dean was close, he could feel it, and he encircled his chest so that he could press closer, brace himself for action. "Lovely boy," he whispered in Dean's ear.
The words hit Dean suddenly, and he thrust his hips forward, releasing into Alex's waiting mouth.
Alex swallowed manfully, almost gagging a couple of times as Dean filled his mouth. He'd been right about the way Dean would look when he came. Alex devoured it with his eyes, the way Dean's face tightened, the way his lips parted, his body tensing, his eyes losing focus. He drank it in, drank Dean in, besotted with lust for the beautiful young man.
Watching Dean's head fall back to lie along his father's shoulder, Alex was overcome with the desire to take him into his arms and hold him, stroke him gently, be a barrier between Dean and the world. Somehow, Alex could sense that Dean had been hurt, and that he would be hurt far worse before too long. He didn't think that John Winchester would protect his son from the pain, even if he could, so Alex would have to be the one to do it.
Murmuring softly to Dean, Alex moved back up to nestle against him, kissing his neck and chest, petting him as he waited for John to come again.
Dean couldn't move. Didn't want to move. John was releasing into him and Alex was nestled beside him, kissing him and petting him. Dean felt tears welling in his eyes. He buried his face into Alex's neck as John did the same to him. When Alex was able to hear what Dean was whispering into his skin, he found that he was mouthing the words, 'I'm not special,' over and over again.
Reaching forward, John wiped his hand over Dean's forehead and found he was still overly warm. He carefully pulled away from his son and pressed him down to lie on his back. "Dean, are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, Dad," Dean lied all too easily.
Holding Dean, feeling his sweet body melt against him, Alex felt powerful, as if he might be able to make a difference in the young man's life. He felt protective toward the other man, and at the same time he felt anger toward the father who seemed to want to play games with his son's life.