Fic: Embrace Our Silent Dreams - Ch. 11
Title: Embrace Our Silent Dreams
Author: Kyra
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, I don’t own it! If I did, I probably wouldn’t be writing fanfiction.
Summary: When Angel goes missing, Connor calls a friend from school for help and is shocked when the man who left footprints in his heart shows up as well.
Pairing: Connor/Dean, possible Sam/Dawn
Spoilers: Spn, Anything up to ‘Provenance’, excluding ‘Shadow’, is fair game. BtVS/Ats, Series Finales for both shows and completely ignores the comics, cos I don’t read them.
Warnings: SLASH!!!!! You have been warned; don’t like it, don’t read.
Chapter 11: Morning After
Connor woke slowly the next morning, feeling more content than he had in a long time. Keeping his eyes closed for the moment, he basked in the feeling. He could feel Dean next to him, an arm wrapped around him, and could hear the steady beat of Dean’s heart where his head rested on his lover’s chest. After a few minutes, Connor opened his eyes and slowly lifted his head to look at Dean, smiling as he took in his lover’s relaxed features. A moment later, Dean shifted and Connor heard his heartbeat change slightly as he started to wake up.
Dean opened his eyes to see Connor smiling down at him. Smiling back at the younger man, he leaned up slightly, kissing Connor briefly before lying back against the pillow once more. “Morning,” he said softly, voice rough with sleep.
“Morning,” Connor replied. “You know, I like this. Waking up with you. It’s definitely much better than waking up alone.”
Dean nodded. “Definitely better.”
Connor leaned down and kissed Dean once more. The kiss was slow and languid, the perfect ‘good morning.’ As Dean moved his hands down to rest on Connor’s hips and deepened the kiss, Connor pulled back and rolled off of his lover and the bed.
“Hey, where are you going?” Dean asked with a pout as he propped himself up in the bed, his green eyes darkening as he watched Connor stand up and stretch.
Connor looked back at Dean and grinned as he headed across the room. “Shower,” he replied, his grin widening as he saw Dean’s eyes go even darker and glaze over slightly.
Dean’s breath hitched as the image of Connor standing under the hot spray of the shower, head tilted back and water running down his body, drifted through his mind. He closed his eyes and bit back a low moan as his body started to respond to the visual in his head.
Connor stopped as he got to the bathroom and turned to look back at Dean, leaning against the bathroom doorway and grinning as his enhanced hearing picked up the sound of a low moan. “So, are you going to lay there all day or are you going to join me?” he asked, amusement clear in his voice and his grin widening as Dean’s eyes snapped open.
Dean’s eyes snapped open at Connor’s invitation and a leering grin slowly spread over his face as he got out of the bed and made his way to Connor. “Oh, I’m definitely joining you,” he murmured as he rested his hands on Connor’s hips and pulled the smaller man flush against him, pressing his erection against Connor’s hip and feeling Connor’s body beginning to perk up as well. Leaning in, he kissed Connor slowly, tracing his tongue over Connor’s lips for a moment before slipping inside.
Connor moaned as Dean kissed him, returning the kiss for a moment before pulling back and walking backwards into the bathroom, pulling Dean along with him. As he reached the walk-in shower, he let go of Dean and turned to start the water and adjust the temperature.
Dean wrapped his arms around Connor’s waist as the smaller man started their shower. Leaning down slightly, he started placing soft kisses on his lover’s shoulders and up the side of his neck, grinning as he heard Connor moan.
Connor’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment as he felt Dean kissing across his shoulders and up his neck. After a second, he opened his eyes again and stepped forward into the shower, sighing at the feel of the hot water cascading over his body and soothing muscles that were slightly sore from last night.
Dean paused before following Connor into the shower, simply watching as his mental image of Connor in the shower came to life. He watched as Connor stepped under the hot spray and tilted his head back, his eyes closed, and a soft moan slipping through his lips. He watched the water run down his lover’s body for a moment, just enjoying the sight, before stepping into the stall and closing the door behind him.
Connor opened his eyes as he felt Dean’s hands on his hips once more and grinned as he saw that his boyfriend’s green eyes were nearly black with desire. Pulling Dean under the spray with him, he ran his hands up Dean’s back before tugging Dean down for another kiss as he pressed his body flush against Dean’s.
Dean’s hands slipped around Connor’s waist as he held the younger man close, tilting his head slightly and deepening the kiss. He slid one hand up Connor’s back, running it through the other man’s wet locks before turning them and pressing Connor against the side of the shower.
Connor gasped as his back was pressed against the shower wall, the cold of the tile biting into his skin. A soft moan slipped past his lips as Dean kissed along his jaw and down his neck, along his collarbone and across his chest. He let his head drop back against the wall with a soft thud and his eyes drifted closed as Dean kissed his way down his body, tongue tracing over his abs and teeth nipping lightly at his hips. A few seconds later, he slid his hands into Dean’s hair as he felt warm breath ghosting over his erection, making him moan once more.
Dean grinned as he heard Connor moan once more before he leaned in and licked Connor from base to tip. After a few licks, he slowly took Connor into his mouth, sucking lightly and moving slowly over the hard member.
Connor flexed his fingers against the shower wall restlessly, silently wishing he had something to grasp onto. He lightly ran the tips of his fingers over Dean’s shoulders, up his neck and over his face before sliding them into his hair. He bit his lip as he fought the urge to thrust into the warm, wet mouth that enveloped him.
Feeling Connor’s hips twitch, Dean placed his hands on his lover’s hips, pressing them against the shower wall. He knew that with Connor’s strength it really wouldn’t make much of a difference, but he loved the feel of him under his hands too much to care.
Connor bit his lip in pleasure as he felt the pressure of Dean’s hands on his hips. He knew he’d have bruises from the firm grip later, but that just made it even better. He had loved having Dean’s marks on him before, loved knowing that there was lasting evidence of their passion marking his body.
Dean took Connor further into his mouth, sucking harder at his lover, determined to make the younger man scream. He could hear Connor’s breathing speed up and hitch in his throat and knew he was close.
It didn’t take much longer before Connor threw his head back and a half-strangled scream of pleasure was torn from his throat. He sagged against the shower wall, needing the support, as he regained his breath. As soon as his breathing finally resembled something close o normal once more, Connor looked down at a grinning Dean with a smile before swiftly tugging his lover to his feet and turning them so Dean was pressed against the wall.
Dean gasped in surprise as he was suddenly pressed against the wall. One second, he was on his knees in front of Connor and the next, he was being pinned between the wall and his lover’s strong body.
Connor took advantage of Dean’s gasp to kiss him hard, sweeping his tongue inside and tasting himself in the older man’s mouth. Pulling back a few moments later, he started kissing his way down Dean’s body.
Dean blinked rapidly and panted for stolen breath as Connor pulled away from the kiss and started making his way down his body. He buried his hands in Connor’s hair and dropped his head back against the wall, letting his eyes shutter closed as he let the sensations wash over him. His eyes opened a few seconds later as Connor’s mouth suddenly disappear and warm breath hitting the hollow of his hip. Looking down, he saw Connor looking back up at him, a truly wicked look on his face.
Connor looked up at Dean through his lashes, wet hair framing his face and a smile tugging the corners of his mouth. “My turn,” he whispered huskily.
An hour later, after a couple more rounds in the shower and an almost aborted, but eventually successful, attempt at getting dressed, Connor and Dean finally made their way into the hotel’s library.
Sam and Dawn looked up as the two lovers walked into the room, both of them fighting down grins. Dawn finally gave up the fight and grinned at her pseudo-brother, loving how happy he looked.
Sam watched as Dean and Connor sat down, noticing that his brother seemed more content than he had in a long time. Actually, Sam couldn’t remember ever seeing Dean look the way he did now.
“Well, well, well…Look who finally decided to join us,” Sam said teasingly as he grinned at his brother and friend. “Have fun?”
Connor simply grinned a very satisfied grin as he answered. “Oh yeah.”
Dean just nodded as he sent a playful leer at Connor.
Dawn sent a mischievous look at Connor, a smirk teasing the edge of her lips.
Connor looked at Dawn, a slightly nervous and apprehensive look on his face. “What?” he asked cautiously.
“Oh nothing,” she replied casually, pausing for a second as her smirk grew and amusement danced merrily in her eyes, “I was just wondering if you had any more of those pretty, pretty marks this time around…”
Dean grinned at the younger girl as he wrapped an arm around Connor’s waist and pressed a kiss to his lover’s neck. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Author: Kyra
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, I don’t own it! If I did, I probably wouldn’t be writing fanfiction.
Summary: When Angel goes missing, Connor calls a friend from school for help and is shocked when the man who left footprints in his heart shows up as well.
Pairing: Connor/Dean, possible Sam/Dawn
Spoilers: Spn, Anything up to ‘Provenance’, excluding ‘Shadow’, is fair game. BtVS/Ats, Series Finales for both shows and completely ignores the comics, cos I don’t read them.
Warnings: SLASH!!!!! You have been warned; don’t like it, don’t read.
Chapter 11: Morning After
Connor woke slowly the next morning, feeling more content than he had in a long time. Keeping his eyes closed for the moment, he basked in the feeling. He could feel Dean next to him, an arm wrapped around him, and could hear the steady beat of Dean’s heart where his head rested on his lover’s chest. After a few minutes, Connor opened his eyes and slowly lifted his head to look at Dean, smiling as he took in his lover’s relaxed features. A moment later, Dean shifted and Connor heard his heartbeat change slightly as he started to wake up.
Dean opened his eyes to see Connor smiling down at him. Smiling back at the younger man, he leaned up slightly, kissing Connor briefly before lying back against the pillow once more. “Morning,” he said softly, voice rough with sleep.
“Morning,” Connor replied. “You know, I like this. Waking up with you. It’s definitely much better than waking up alone.”
Dean nodded. “Definitely better.”
Connor leaned down and kissed Dean once more. The kiss was slow and languid, the perfect ‘good morning.’ As Dean moved his hands down to rest on Connor’s hips and deepened the kiss, Connor pulled back and rolled off of his lover and the bed.
“Hey, where are you going?” Dean asked with a pout as he propped himself up in the bed, his green eyes darkening as he watched Connor stand up and stretch.
Connor looked back at Dean and grinned as he headed across the room. “Shower,” he replied, his grin widening as he saw Dean’s eyes go even darker and glaze over slightly.
Dean’s breath hitched as the image of Connor standing under the hot spray of the shower, head tilted back and water running down his body, drifted through his mind. He closed his eyes and bit back a low moan as his body started to respond to the visual in his head.
Connor stopped as he got to the bathroom and turned to look back at Dean, leaning against the bathroom doorway and grinning as his enhanced hearing picked up the sound of a low moan. “So, are you going to lay there all day or are you going to join me?” he asked, amusement clear in his voice and his grin widening as Dean’s eyes snapped open.
Dean’s eyes snapped open at Connor’s invitation and a leering grin slowly spread over his face as he got out of the bed and made his way to Connor. “Oh, I’m definitely joining you,” he murmured as he rested his hands on Connor’s hips and pulled the smaller man flush against him, pressing his erection against Connor’s hip and feeling Connor’s body beginning to perk up as well. Leaning in, he kissed Connor slowly, tracing his tongue over Connor’s lips for a moment before slipping inside.
Connor moaned as Dean kissed him, returning the kiss for a moment before pulling back and walking backwards into the bathroom, pulling Dean along with him. As he reached the walk-in shower, he let go of Dean and turned to start the water and adjust the temperature.
Dean wrapped his arms around Connor’s waist as the smaller man started their shower. Leaning down slightly, he started placing soft kisses on his lover’s shoulders and up the side of his neck, grinning as he heard Connor moan.
Connor’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment as he felt Dean kissing across his shoulders and up his neck. After a second, he opened his eyes again and stepped forward into the shower, sighing at the feel of the hot water cascading over his body and soothing muscles that were slightly sore from last night.
Dean paused before following Connor into the shower, simply watching as his mental image of Connor in the shower came to life. He watched as Connor stepped under the hot spray and tilted his head back, his eyes closed, and a soft moan slipping through his lips. He watched the water run down his lover’s body for a moment, just enjoying the sight, before stepping into the stall and closing the door behind him.
Connor opened his eyes as he felt Dean’s hands on his hips once more and grinned as he saw that his boyfriend’s green eyes were nearly black with desire. Pulling Dean under the spray with him, he ran his hands up Dean’s back before tugging Dean down for another kiss as he pressed his body flush against Dean’s.
Dean’s hands slipped around Connor’s waist as he held the younger man close, tilting his head slightly and deepening the kiss. He slid one hand up Connor’s back, running it through the other man’s wet locks before turning them and pressing Connor against the side of the shower.
Connor gasped as his back was pressed against the shower wall, the cold of the tile biting into his skin. A soft moan slipped past his lips as Dean kissed along his jaw and down his neck, along his collarbone and across his chest. He let his head drop back against the wall with a soft thud and his eyes drifted closed as Dean kissed his way down his body, tongue tracing over his abs and teeth nipping lightly at his hips. A few seconds later, he slid his hands into Dean’s hair as he felt warm breath ghosting over his erection, making him moan once more.
Dean grinned as he heard Connor moan once more before he leaned in and licked Connor from base to tip. After a few licks, he slowly took Connor into his mouth, sucking lightly and moving slowly over the hard member.
Connor flexed his fingers against the shower wall restlessly, silently wishing he had something to grasp onto. He lightly ran the tips of his fingers over Dean’s shoulders, up his neck and over his face before sliding them into his hair. He bit his lip as he fought the urge to thrust into the warm, wet mouth that enveloped him.
Feeling Connor’s hips twitch, Dean placed his hands on his lover’s hips, pressing them against the shower wall. He knew that with Connor’s strength it really wouldn’t make much of a difference, but he loved the feel of him under his hands too much to care.
Connor bit his lip in pleasure as he felt the pressure of Dean’s hands on his hips. He knew he’d have bruises from the firm grip later, but that just made it even better. He had loved having Dean’s marks on him before, loved knowing that there was lasting evidence of their passion marking his body.
Dean took Connor further into his mouth, sucking harder at his lover, determined to make the younger man scream. He could hear Connor’s breathing speed up and hitch in his throat and knew he was close.
It didn’t take much longer before Connor threw his head back and a half-strangled scream of pleasure was torn from his throat. He sagged against the shower wall, needing the support, as he regained his breath. As soon as his breathing finally resembled something close o normal once more, Connor looked down at a grinning Dean with a smile before swiftly tugging his lover to his feet and turning them so Dean was pressed against the wall.
Dean gasped in surprise as he was suddenly pressed against the wall. One second, he was on his knees in front of Connor and the next, he was being pinned between the wall and his lover’s strong body.
Connor took advantage of Dean’s gasp to kiss him hard, sweeping his tongue inside and tasting himself in the older man’s mouth. Pulling back a few moments later, he started kissing his way down Dean’s body.
Dean blinked rapidly and panted for stolen breath as Connor pulled away from the kiss and started making his way down his body. He buried his hands in Connor’s hair and dropped his head back against the wall, letting his eyes shutter closed as he let the sensations wash over him. His eyes opened a few seconds later as Connor’s mouth suddenly disappear and warm breath hitting the hollow of his hip. Looking down, he saw Connor looking back up at him, a truly wicked look on his face.
Connor looked up at Dean through his lashes, wet hair framing his face and a smile tugging the corners of his mouth. “My turn,” he whispered huskily.
An hour later, after a couple more rounds in the shower and an almost aborted, but eventually successful, attempt at getting dressed, Connor and Dean finally made their way into the hotel’s library.
Sam and Dawn looked up as the two lovers walked into the room, both of them fighting down grins. Dawn finally gave up the fight and grinned at her pseudo-brother, loving how happy he looked.
Sam watched as Dean and Connor sat down, noticing that his brother seemed more content than he had in a long time. Actually, Sam couldn’t remember ever seeing Dean look the way he did now.
“Well, well, well…Look who finally decided to join us,” Sam said teasingly as he grinned at his brother and friend. “Have fun?”
Connor simply grinned a very satisfied grin as he answered. “Oh yeah.”
Dean just nodded as he sent a playful leer at Connor.
Dawn sent a mischievous look at Connor, a smirk teasing the edge of her lips.
Connor looked at Dawn, a slightly nervous and apprehensive look on his face. “What?” he asked cautiously.
“Oh nothing,” she replied casually, pausing for a second as her smirk grew and amusement danced merrily in her eyes, “I was just wondering if you had any more of those pretty, pretty marks this time around…”
Dean grinned at the younger girl as he wrapped an arm around Connor’s waist and pressed a kiss to his lover’s neck. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”