Fic: Bumfuck, Nowhere. SPN. RPS. Jensen/Jared, Dean/Sam. NC-17 5/5 (Epilogue)

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Continued from here.


EPILOGUE

“Daisy says you owe her fifty dollars.”

Jensen looked up from the book he was reading. “Really? Did she say what for?”

“Apparently, she bet on someone that you would sell all your properties to some plan developer and run off back where you came from, that first day after you came by. She blames you for having to pay up.”

Jensen snorted. “Right.” He resumed reading. “Did you remind her it was her coffee that made me stay?”

“I thought it was my charms?” Jared said, plucking the book from Jensen’s hand.

“No, I’m pretty sure it was the coffee,” Jensen said with a frown, letting out a huff when Jared dropped down on his lap. “Okay, okay, it was your big dick.”

Jared smiled. “Well, obviously.”

Jensen tilted his head up, anticipating the kiss before it landed. Jared had to duck his head to fit their lips together, but they made it work, used to the height difference. Sometimes Jensen thought about ordering a pair of high heels, just to throw Jared a bit off his game. Although chances were Jared would instantly flow with it. He did like a bit of kink.

“We should take this to the bedroom,” Jensen murmured against Jared’s lips, breath hitching when Jared caught his lower lip between his teeth and gave it a tug. “Jared. Bedroom.”

“No.” Jared ran his arm under Jensen’s and around his waist and with a twist suddenly he was the one sitting, with Jensen sliding onto the floor. “You know what to do.”

A thrill ran down Jensen’s spine. Talking about kinks, this was still his favorite. Jared wasn’t as aggressive as Sam, but he still wasn’t afraid to use his height and build to his advantage. Let alone his words, commanding what he wanted, expecting to be obeyed.

Jensen raised himself up on his knees, elbows on Jared’s thighs, looking up at him with a smug smile. “Say please.”

They could both play this game.

Jared looked down at him. The smile came slowly but surely. “Please suck my dick,” he said, “and then maybe I’ll fuck you in this chair.”

Jensen pulled in a breath. He held Jared’s gaze for a moment longer and then he bowed his head and got working on loosening Jared’s belt. The quiet, “Good boy,” made him close his eyes, mouth falling open on a moan as heat encompassed his whole body. Jesus, how did Jared do this to him?

The buckle finally unfastened, and he slid the belt out of the loops, winding it up and laying it on the table, just in case they needed it later. Then he got started on the jeans, the button first and then the zipper, ticking down the metal teeth, slowly, slowly. He glanced up and found Jared watching him, eyes dark, mouth slightly open. Jensen licked his lips, holding Jared’s gaze as he reached in and released Jared’s cock from the restrains of his boxers. Jared lifted his head slightly, not a nod, more of a ‘go on’. Jensen drew in a breath and bowed his head.

Jared’s dick was big, both long and wide, and filled Jensen’s mouth like it belonged there. He let his tongue do the work of slicking it up, around the bulbous head and halfway down the shaft, as far as he could reach without letting go of his prize. Then he opened his mouth even further, lips stretched, relaxed his throat and leaned over, sliding Jared’s cock down, down, until his nose was buried in Jared’s trimmed curls, his throat fluttering around the girth of Jared’s cock, filling him up. He could hear Jared catch his breath, felt his big hand land on his head, holding him still. The urge to breath was persistent but he didn’t struggle, just relaxed, and waited for permission. He was starting to see stars when Jared tapped his head and Jensen pulled off, coughing as air rushed down his bruised throat.

“Good. You did good,” Jared said. He sounded hoarse, like he’d been the one deepthroating when truth was he still couldn’t, had a gag reflex that just wouldn’t let up, however much he insisted on practicing.

Jensen leaned his head on Jared’s thigh as he drew in one breath after another, feeling lightheaded with the lack of oxygen and the thrill of knowing he was about to do the same thing in just a few-

“Again.”

Jensen raised his head. This time he didn’t have to slick his lips, they were already dripping wet. He closed his eyes and flattened his tongue. Bowed his head. It was easier the second time and would be the third and the fourth but then it got harder as his throat got more bruised and his brain started to fight against the repeated lack of oxygen. He still didn’t stop. There was something almost ritual in the act of taking Jared so deep into his body from this end. Closer to his heart. There was also something about the difficulty in breathing, the light-headedness, the way he swore he could hear his heartbeat slow down, whispering, ‘Remember?’ Threatening him with how easy it would be to just… stop.

Jared’s hand was heavy on his head, his fingers gentle but firm in his hair when they pulled him off after he got too deep in the game to notice the signal to let up. The tight hold preventing him from going down one more time almost angered him, would have if he hadn’t been so close to passing out.

“Nuhuh, I want you conscious when I fuck you,” Jared said and hauled him up on his lap. Jensen was only wearing a t-shirt and pj bottoms and Jared slipped those easily down over the curve of his ass, all the way past his knees and free off his feet, before lowering Jensen back down, knees kicked apart to accommodate for Jared’s own. Jensen moaned as he felt Jared’s thick, wet cock slide into his crack, even if he knew he wasn’t prepared, couldn’t take it on nothing but spit. He couldn’t- He couldn’t!

“Easy,” Jared said quickly, kissing the curve of Jensen’s neck. “Just me. It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

Jensen sucked in his breath as he stepped back out of the dark place his mind still had a tendence to slip into. “I’m good,” he said, voice tight. “Sorry.”

“Don’t. Ever,” Jared reminded him. He wrapped his arms around Jensen’s waist, kissing his neck. “Take a moment. We’re in no hurry.”

Jensen nodded. He closed his eyes. He breathed in the safe scent of their home. He felt the warmth of Jared’s fingers, stroking his skin, of Jared’s breath brushing his neck. The hard line of Jared’s cock, familiar, right… wanted. Oh, wanted so much. Jensen opened his eyes, turned his head to catch Jared’s lips in a kiss. “I’m good,” he repeated but this time he meant it.

Jared kissed him again. “Alright.” He loosened his grip and leaned back. Jensen heard a click and then the squelch of lube being squirted out of a tube. Then Jared slipped his big hand under Jensen’s ass, middle finger sliding easily down his crack.

Jensen’s head fell forward, and he moaned even louder as he braced himself on the armrests. His skin was burning, his cock was leaving a wet spot on Jared’s jeans. He gasped when the first finger breeched, instinctively jerking away for a moment before catching himself and pushing back, groaning when the finger slid deeper and deeper. He didn’t know why but he always loved this part, the slow opening of his body, the gentle way in which Jared prepared him, making sure he was ready…

Oh, more than ready. God! He’d gotten lost in the feeling and now there were at least two, maybe even three fingers working him open, touching… ah! Oh God, there! There!

“You want more, baby?” Jared was breathing heavily, sounding strained. “Or are you good?”

Jensen nodded. His arms were shaking from the effort of holding him up. “Please,” he sobbed. His arms buckled when Jared pulled out his fingers but Jared already had one arm around his waist, holding him up, his other hand on his own cock, aiming. And then he was pushing inside, so big and hard and long… Jensen was whimpering when he finally landed, ass nestled on Jared’s lap, the teeth of the zipper biting his skin.

“Good?” Jared breathed into his ear. “You okay, baby?”

Jensen nodded. Then whimpered again when Jared shifted, drawing him closer to his chest. “Sshh, let your head fall back on my shoulder. Like that. Kiss me.”

Jensen rolled his head over, trying to catch Jared’s lips, whining when he couldn’t reach properly. He could hear Jared chuckle and then Jared’s lips were on his, kissing him wet and sloppy, sucking his tongue until it hurt before letting it go. “Put your arms around my neck. Yeah, like that. Good boy.”

Jensen shivered. His whole body was trembling. He was still wearing his t-shirt but it was plastered to his skin, between his back and Jared’s front, glued to the rivers of sweat running down his chest. His ass was stuffed full, he could feel it all the way up to his stomach. His dick was leaking, a string of precome swinging with every heaving breath.

“Now, I’m gonna hold on to your waist to help you. But you need to work for this. You need to move.”

Move? He could hardly breathe!

“Use your arms and your legs. Lift yourself up. Like that. Jesus, yes. Good, good boy.”

Jensen whined again, the need killing him. His arms were trembling, his thighs shaking, but he lifted himself up and lowered himself back down, again and again, his own weight shoving Jared deeper and deeper in until Jensen thought he could feel him in his throat. At one point Jared tightened his hold around Jensen’s waist and lifted him even higher before slamming him back down with a loud grunt. Jensen would have shouted if he’d had any breath left in his lungs. His arms were hurting, his thighs were cramping up, his ass throbbed. And it still wasn’t enough.

“Please. Please, I need-“

“I got you, I got you.”

Jared scooted forward out of the chair and down onto the floor, loosening Jensen’s cramped hold around his neck before bending him over and pulling out, all the way to the rim, before slamming back in. All the air shot out of Jensen’s lungs. His head, his shoulders, his arms were pressed to the floor. His ass was in the air, but his knees kept slipping forward from the impacts and he’d be lying flat in a minute.

“Nuhuh, you don’t,” Jared said, grabbing his hips and heaving him back up. “Jesus, you feel so good. Fuck, I love you.”

Jensen would have laughed if he could. Trust Jared to say it first, balls deep in the middle of the living room. “Love. You,” he grunted, reaching back for his cock because he was fucking dying, but Jared slapped his hand away and took hold of it himself, wrapping his long fingers around it and tugging hard in the same rhythm as he was still fucking Jensen’s ass. Jensen whimpered. “Please. Please.”

“I make you come,” Jared reminded him and just like that Jensen was shooting so hard he almost blacked out. He blinked, stunned, head in his arms, come dripping from between Jared’s fingers and onto the floor, his body being rhythmically shoved forward, fast and hard, until he was sure he had rugburn on his knees.

“I’m gonna,” Jared groaned and then he was, breathing small sounds that made Jensen wish he could see him despite being too worn out to even lift his head. There was a moment of silence and then Jared collapsed on top of him, flopping him flat on the floor.

“Uhng,” Jensen complained but he didn’t move. They lay there, breathing heavily as their bloodstreams slowly regulated. After a while Jared lifted himself just enough to slip out and then rolled over on his back, still heaving for breath.

Jensen turned his head and looked at him, smirking. It took a minute and then Jared said, “Can we just forget I said ‘I love you’ for the first time while fucking your brains out?”

“Brain’s still here,” Jensen said softly. “And no, I don’t wanna forget. It was sweet.”

Jared turned his head and gave him a look. Jensen chuckled. “Okay, maybe not sweet. Passionate.”

Jared grinned. “Well, can’t argue with that.” He reached over and stroked Jensen’s hair, his hand coming to a stop on his neck, warm and heavy. “You said it back.”

Jensen smiled. “Yeah. I did, didn’t I? Must mean I do.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” They gazed into each other eyes until Jared suddenly winced. “Sweetie, no. No, claws!”

Jensen glanced down to find Baby climbing up on Jared’s chest. “Honey, you didn’t put the kid to bed before sex? What kind of parent are you?”

“One who knows sex is a natural beautiful thing that a cat can’t be traumatized by. But,” Jared winced again, lifting the kitten off his chest and back onto the floor, “participants can be traumatized by a cat.”

Jensen snorted. “Aww, that was one time. She thought it was a toy.”

“Well, it’s not. Except for you.” Jared rolled over on his side, propping his head up on his hand. “You can play with it anytime you want.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah.” Jared lay a hand on Jensen’s ass. “And anytime I tell you to.”

And there was that feeling again, running up his spine. Jensen ducked his head, blushing. “Yes, sir.”

It was Jared’s turn to shiver, Jensen could feel it in his breath, rolling over Jensen’s back.

“We should get up,” Jared sighed, kissing his shoulder. “We need to get going or Daisy’s gonna get pissed.”

Jensen groaned. “Still can’t believe you talked me into celebrating my birthday. No one’s gonna show up. They all hate me.”

“They don’t hate you. They used to hate you. Now they’re just mildly annoyed because you turned out to be a nice guy who lowered their rent and actually takes care of their homes.”

“I like fixing things,” Jensen muttered. “And it’s my job. I’m basically a glorified janitor.”

“And you offered to sell them back their properties for less than Jack bought them,” Jared reminded him.

“Ah, well. I don’t need the money, I’ve got a sugar daddy,” Jensen said with a smirk.

Jared threw back his head and laughed. It made his neck look long and kissable. So Jensen did.

“Dean, are you sleeping?”

Dean blinked his eyes open, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand in case he’d been drooling. “Hmm? No. No!” he repeated when Sam gave him one of his bitchy looks. One thing he never grew out of. And now he never would. “I’m… enjoying my date. With you.” He shifted closer on the blanket, patting Sam’s thigh soothingly. “What were you saying?”

Sam harrumphed. “Nothing. I was just trying to enjoy the peace and quiet when you started snoring,” he complained.

He didn’t really look mad, maybe a little miffed. Honestly, you’d think he hadn’t had his dick down Dean’s throat half an hour earlier. Or hour… Dean checked his watch, which wasn’t there anymore, and mentally shrugged. He kept forgetting there was no time here. So really it was irrelevant and didn’t matter if he spent a little of it snoozing.

“Sorry, Sammy. Guess you wore me out. Come here.”

He pulled Sam in for a kiss and Sam clearly wasn’t that annoyed because he went willingly, even enthusiastically, grabbing Dean’s face the way he loved to do and went to town on Dean’s mouth. Not that Dean was complaining. He kinda loved Sammy’s dominating nature. He kinda loved Sam.

After all this time it still thrilled and humbled Dean that they got to do this. Not just that Sam actually wanted him, that he loved him, but that they had been given the time - endless in fact - and place to do it. This and whatever else they wanted. Forever.

He’d had a lot of thoughts about Heaven, most of them dodgy - especially after they met Cas and it turned out it was a real place with God and fucking douchebag angels - but he’d never thought it would turn out this chill about two brothers fucking all over its green meadows. Although he guessed that was more Jack’s influence. Kid grew up seeing the two of them being closer than close, adding incest probably seemed logical to him. Maybe Dean should have spent a bit more time on the kid’s sex ed back in the day. Although then maybe they would not have been able to do this. And he loved doing this.

Sam kissed down his throat then let him go, rolling onto his back, big hand still cradling Dean’s head. Dean settled down beside Sam, using his ridiculously big bicep for a pillow. (“You know, I don’t think you need to exercise anymore. This is how you’re gonna stay. Forever. Might as well chill.” “I like it.” “You like getting up at Jack knows what hour and just run, like someone is still chasing your ass? When you could stay in bed, sucking my dick?” “And now I like it even more.” “Aww, don’t be like that! I could be sucking your dick! Sammy!”)

They lay still, staring up at the endless sky above them, at the stars that were so much more brilliant, so bright in fact that they didn’t seem real. They probably weren’t.

“It’s weird,” Dean said, sweeping his hand across the sky. “Don’t you think it’s kinda weird? They’re not even the same constellations.”

Sam chuckled. He laughed so much more now. Often at Dean’s expense but he didn’t mind. He just loved hearing Sam happy. “How would you know? You could never remember any of them.”

“I remember what they looked like,” Dean said, indignant. “There was the bucket and that triangle thing and… Whatever, doesn’t matter. They’re different. Right?” he asked, suddenly doubting himself. “They are different?”

“Yes, Dean, they’re different,” Sam said softly. He turned his head and kissed Dean’s temple. “I guess Jack didn’t bother putting them in the same order. I don’t know. Maybe he just felt like making new ones.”

“Maybe this is what our stars look like from this side,” Dean mused. “I don’t know, it’s just weird.”

He hesitated but things were different now, they were together, forever. Sam wasn’t about to walk out on him and Dean wasn’t going to blow everything up with his big stupid mouth, no matter what he said.

“You know, when you were away at Stanford, some nights I’d leave Dad passed out at whatever shithole we were staying, and just drive until I was away from all that crap. And I’d park Baby somewhere, kinda like this, and just lie there, looking up at the stars. And it was kinda comforting, knowing you were maybe looking up at them at the same time.” Sam was quiet and Dean blushed, feeling awkward. “Anyway, guess that’s why I find it so weird, them not being right.”

“After you were gone,” Sam said, voice strangely detached, “sometimes I got piss drunk and drove the car out somewhere, not far, just out of the light pollution, and I’d do the same. Gaze at the stars and wonder if you could see me. If you were up there. Up here.” Sam shifted beside him. Dean could hear him suck wet air into his nose and his heart clenched. “Wasn’t quite sure, not until I got here, whether you were here and not…”

Sam sniveled again. Dean didn’t dare move. Sam never talked about his years alone on Earth. Dean still didn’t know how many they’d been, two or ten or thirty. He’d looked the same as when Dean left him, but his eyes had been older somehow. Darker. Heavier.

Sam’s big chest heaved a massive breath. “Anyway, feel kinda stupid now, knowing we didn’t even share the same stars. That I was just staring up at some stupid rocks who died billions of years ago and you weren’t even… you couldn’t even see them.”

Dean wanted to say, ‘I could feel you.’ He wanted to say, ‘I’m sorry, Sammy. I’m so sorry for leaving you.’ He wanted to reach out and wipe his brother’s tears away. He said, “I can’t believe you drove my Baby piss drunk!”

He could feel Sam’s chest jump as he snorted a laugh. Dean smiled.

He sat up, looking down at his baby brother. God, he loved him. So much. “Bet we could get Jack to change them, put them as they should be. If you want.”

Sam shook his head. He was smiling. He reached up and cupped Dean’s face, his gigantic hand covering half of Dean’s head, warm and surprisingly gentle. “Nah,” he said. “We can just make up new constellations. Like you always did. What was it you called Ursa Major again? AT-AT from Star Wars?”

“Depends. Which one was Ursa Major?” He grinned when Sam sighed in exasperation and settled down again, gazing up at the starlit sky. “I vote we call that one X-Wing,” he said, pointing up. “Ooh, and that one-”

“We’re not calling it Big Penis!” Sam interrupted.

Dean gasped! “Sam! We’re in Heaven, you can’t say things like that. Really, who raised you?”

“You did,” Sam said and Dean suddenly felt warm all over. “So, what were you gonna call it?”

Dean tilted his head in thought. “I was thinking Biggus Dickus. You know, the Latin name.”

“That is not the Latin name,” Sam chided but Dean could hear the grin in his voice. “That’s Monty Python.”

Dean sighed dramatically. “Well, I guess if you wanna call it Monty Python that would be okay. Oh, that one is definitely Queen Pussy.”

“Oh God, you’re such an idiot,” Sam snorted. “You’re lucky I love you.”

Dean rolled on top of Sam. “Yeah, you do,” he said, kissing Sam’s big nose. “So who’s really the idiot?”

Sam smiled up at him. “I guess we both are.”

They kissed until Dean got tired of holding himself up and settled down on Sam’s chest, not caring that he was cuddling him like a chick. He was starting to doze off when Sam suddenly asked, “Earlier, you were mumbling something in your sleep. Bad dream?”

“Hmm?” Dean frowned, trying to remember. “No. Weird though. You and me were living in some small town. You know, Bumfuck, Nowhere. It was nice. We had lots of sex.”

“That explains the noises you were making,” Sam said and Dean felt his cheek go warm where it pressed against Sam’s chest. “We could, you know,” Sam added after a while. “Find a town somewhere. Or just make one. We could go find Mom and Dad. Bobby. Cas. Charlie. Form a small community of friends and family. If you want.”

Dean huffed. “Right. Bet Dad’ll be real happy about our situation. Or Mom.” It probably should worry him but after everything they went through to get here, he just didn’t care. They’d earned this, to be happy. He paused then added, “Or Cas,” feeling awkward. He still hadn’t told Sam about that whole thing. “Nah, I’m good. Maybe later. We’ve got plenty of time.” He lifted his head and looked down at Sam. “Unless you…”

Sam shook his head. “No. I’m good.” He smiled and pulled Dean down for a quick kiss. “I’ve got everything I need right here. Like you said, maybe later.”

“Okay.” Dean settled back on Sam’s chest, ignoring his soft oof. The giant Sasquatch was nothing but muscles, he could take it. He could hear Sam’s heartbeat under his ear, could feel Sam’s breath, brushing his hair. The world was quiet, safe. There was absolutely nothing they had to do.

Dean closed his eyes. He slept.

Fin