SPN: Good Enough
Pairing: Bobby/Dean
Rating: R
Warnings: Seduction, floor!sex, Dean riding Bobby, dirty talk. Few swear words, but not much.
Spoilers: Season Five.
Summary: Bobby’s been pissy lately. Sam figures he needs to get laid - and Dean thinks he can help with this.
Word Count: 1957
Notes: For alezig, who wanted it. And to distract from the crazies at the kink meme.
“Don’t go in the library,” Sam informed his brother with wide eyes. “Bobby nearly tore a chunk out of me.”
“He still pissy?” Dean looked up from where he’d been cleaning out
the back seat of the Impala. “It’s been months since he got stuck in
that thing, I thought he was used to it by now.”
“Yeah, well… I don’t think his date went well. She was pretty
condescending, treating him like a little kid.” Sam scuffed at the
ground with his boot, hands shoved into his pockets. “I hate seeing him
like this. He misses human company, even if he won’t admit it.”
“You’re saying he needs to get laid?” Dean’s eyebrow shot up. “Wow, Sam. Pretty progressive of you.”
“Shut up. Look, I’m going into town for a while. I’ll grab dinner on the way back. You need anything?”
“I’m good,” Dean waved his brother off.
Ten minutes later, he gave up and went inside. He made a quick
detour to the bathroom to make sure he was presentable, then found Bobby
in the library.
“What do you want, boy?” The older hunter growled as he tried to reach a book on the shelf.
“Nothing,” Dean held up his hands in surrender, even though he was
moving closer. “Just thought you might want to know that you’ve scared
Sammy off. He’s gone to hide in town.”
“Idjit was getting in my way.”
“Yeah, he does that,” Dean admitted. He was about to offer to grab the book himself, when Bobby’s wheelchair overturned.
“Dammit!” Bobby shouted, and Dean knelt next to him. “Get off me, boy, I’m fine.”
“No you’re not,” Dean grabbed his shoulder and rolled him onto his
back. “Listen, you know I hate chick-flick moments as much as you. But
you’re not okay, and snapping at me isn’t gonna get rid of the tension.”
“Then what do you suggest, oh wise one? Taking up kick-boxing?”
“Of course not,” Dean grinned, then moved so that he was straddling
Bobby’s hips. The older man froze, looking about two seconds from
panicking, so Dean leaned forwards and gently kissed him. It took a
moment for Bobby to react, and when he did, it went about as well as
Dean had expected.
“Gerroff me! I don’t know what yer playin’ at boy, but-”
“I’m not playing,” Dean told him firmly in between the kisses he was
trailing down Bobby’s throat, working towards the buttons on his shirt.
“You need someone to show you that you’re not useless. You need to get
laid. I’m here, I’m willing, and I’ve been told that I’m good at it.”
With that, he finished unbuttoning Bobby’s shirt and pushed it
apart, nuzzling at the broad chest revealed. He carefully avoided
putting pressure on the older man’s groin, knowing that it was going to
take a bit of convincing before he accepted Dean’s advances.
“Dean, I ain’t gonna be anybody’s pity fuck.”
“I know,” Dean spent a moment nipping and licking at Bobby’s
nipples. It was a fine line, convincing Bobby that he was still
desirable without forcing him, and Dean was determined to stay on the
right side of it. “Bobby, you’ve always taken care of me and Sam. I care
for you a lot, I know I don’t say it but I do. Let me take care of
you.”
He felt the body beneath him start to relax and smiled as he lowered
himself to properly straddle Bobby’s waist, though he kept his
attention on Bobby’s upper half. Dean nipped his way back up to Bobby’s
face to capture him in a kiss, which this time was tentatively returned.
“That’s it Bobby,” Dean whispered against his lips. “Just let me do this for you.”
Bobby didn’t say anything, but Dean understood. Saying something
would be admitting that he had less than fatherly feelings towards his
surrogate son, and Bobby wasn’t ready to do that. He could, however, let
Dean take the lead in this.
Dean sat back a little and pulled Bobby up enough to rid him of his
shirt, then shrugged out of his own over-shirt and quickly stripped his
t-shirt. He hurried to press their naked chests together and started
gently grinding against Bobby as he buried his face in the old hunter’s
neck. Truthfully this was more than a little overwhelming for Dean, and
he was fairly close to running and pretending he’d never taken such
drastic leave of his senses.
Then Bobby raised his arms and looped them around Dean’s back,
gently massaging the smooth skin, and Dean relaxed a little. This wasn’t
going to work if he was too nervous to get it up, and he could feel
Bobby starting to get aroused.
“Bobby,” he whispered as he felt a hand slide down to caress his
arse. Bobby seemed to freeze, and Dean let out a frustrated sound at
that. “Don’t stop, Bobby. I want this, remember?”
“If you’re sure,” Bobby huffed and let his hands resume their exploration of Dean’s body.
“Very,” Dean licked at Bobby’s neck and found that it was true. This
was about more than just relieving tension, this had become about Dean
really, physically wanting Bobby. He wasn’t entirely sure what to make
of that, so decided to just go with the flow. He was good at that.
Once both men allowed themselves to enjoy the coupling, it didn’t
take long for them both to get hard enough. Dean pulled back and flashed
Bobby his trade-mark ‘sexy smirk’, before settling back enough to undo
both pairs of jeans.
“Gonna make it good for you,” his voice had gone husky, body easily
falling into bedroom mode. Before Bobby could question and potentially
stop him, Dean bent to suck Bobby’s hard cock into his mouth,
immediately bobbing his head and working his tongue to give more
pleasure. He wasn’t overly experienced with men, despite what plenty of
people seemed to think, and was going more on what he liked in a blowjob
than anything else. From the sounds Bobby was making, the effort was
appreciated.
While Bobby ran a hand through Dean’s hair, not quite pulling at it,
Dean used one hand to reach back and insert three fingers into himself,
making sure he was still stretched. He’d done most of the work earlier
when he went to the bathroom, but that was before he’d actually seen
Bobby’s cock. He was fairly sure that he’d tensed up a little since
then. His fingers slid fairly easily though, his hole still lube-slick.
Once satisfied that this wasn’t going to hurt, Dean pulled back and
gave a last lick to the head of Bobby’s cock before pulling off his own
boots and jeans.
“Dean, wait,” Bobby was looking unsure again, and Dean fought back the urge to kick him. “You really don’t have to-”
“Stop it,” Dean interrupted him. “I’ve made up my mind. Let me do
this.” He crawled up Bobby’s body and gave him a brief kiss. “Let’s face
it, you need to get your rocks off with something other than your own
right hand.”
Bobby had to grin a little at that, which Dean counted as a victory.
He reached down between them, only to have Bobby beat him to it - the
older man grabbed his own cock to guide it up into Dean, who gently
lowered himself. It was a bit of a stretch, and it felt odd to have
something up his arse, but he was willing to give it a try. Plus, Bobby
seemed to be enjoying himself, which was the whole point of the
exercise.
“Damn boy,” Bobby let go of himself to grab onto Dean’s waist, helping him control the slide. “You got yourself ready for me?”
“Yeah,” Dean ground out, finding it a little hard to concentrate on a
conversation. Instead he was focusing on raising himself up and down,
feeling the slide of skin and letting Bobby’s grip on his waist dictate
the speed. His eyes were half closed as he tried to get used to the fact
that he now had Bobby’s dick up his arse.
“Stretched yourself open, just waiting for my prick? You done this before for other gents, let ‘em plough you like you need it?”
“Bobby…” Dean groaned as he changed position, trying to settle into
something more comfortable. He’d had no idea that the usually reticent
Bobby would turn out to be a talker during sex, and was a little
embarrassed to find that it was really turning him on.
“That’s it,” Bobby let go of Dean’s waist with one hand and instead
wrapped it around the young man’s cock, stroking it out of rhythm with
Dean’s movements. “Moan like a whore. ‘S what you want, isn’t it? Going
through all those women, you just want someone to bend you over and show
you what it feels like to have something big shoved between yer legs.”
“Ah, Bobby,” Dean leaned back a little, eyes screwing shut as
Bobby’s dick slid against something inside him that felt amazing. “Oh,
there, more,” he was reduced to nonsensical words by the stimulation and
the words pouring out of Bobby’s mouth. He braced his arms behind him
on Bobby’s thighs, moving himself so that his prostate was brushed
against with every thrust.
“Yeah boy,” Bobby continued to stroke him, obviously over his
earlier inhibitions. “That’s the way. Found yer sweet spot, haven’t we?
Yer gonna be ruined for women now, ain’t ya? Gonna jest want to roll
over fer a real man, gonna wanna be bent over an’ fucked. Wish I could
bend ya over, don’t ya?”
“Yes, Bobby, yes,” Dean was shocked at his own behaviour, but
couldn’t bring himself back under control. He’d thought that he’d have
to imagine a hot chick with a strap-on, and was unnerved by the fact
that Bobby seemed to know exactly how to push him over the edge. He knew
he was close to coming already and hoped that Bobby was too.
“I gotcha boy. You jest let go, let old Bobby feel ya comin’ undone.
Gonna look so pretty, split open on my dick and all.” With that, Bobby
cupped Dean’s balls in the hand not on his cock, lifting them so that he
could see himself disappearing into Dean’s arse.
“Bobby, Bobby, BobbybobbybobbyBOBBY!” Dean ended on a scream, the
words, the feelings, the knowledge that Bobby was looking at him, all
combining to throw him mercilessly over the edge as he came hard in
Bobby’s hand.
“Shit boy,” Bobby ground out, letting go of Dean’s balls to grab his
hips again and shove him down so that Bobby was completely buried
again. “Shit! Dean!”
When Dean blinked and came back to himself, he was lying sprawled
out on top of Bobby, the old hunter’s softened cock half out of his
arse. Both were breathing hard, and there was a cooling puddle of sticky
semen between them.
Dean looked up, catching Bobby’s eye, suddenly unsure of what to do
now. He hadn’t thought past the ‘get Bobby to unwind a bit’ part of the
plan.
Bobby seemed to have an idea though, and brought up the hand that
Dean came over, pressing dirty fingers against Dean’s mouth. He opened
up and sucked the fingers in, licking them clean, all the while looking
Bobby in the eye.
Once the hand was clean, Dean lifted up a little, allowing Bobby’s
dick to slip out, then bent to lick Bobby’s stomach clean. He felt a
hand run through his hair, and heard Bobby’s sigh of contentment. This
might have changed things, but at least Bobby wasn’t freaking out. And
Dean… well, he was now planning the next time he’d get to ride Bobby
hard.