Suds & Studs
Title: Suds & Studs
Author's: ShilohX and DSM
Pairings: Dean/Michael Prison Break/ Supernatural Crossover
Rating: NC17
Warning: Slash, Impala Sex
Disclaimer: We don't own Supernatural, Prison Break, Dean or Michael. Shi would make them leather daddies if we did! Summary: Dean wakes up and Michael isn't anywhere in the house. He finds him outside washing the Impala and sparks begin to fly!
A/N: Thanks to Baby Bear for being the inspiration for this fic! DSM & I dedicate this story to the Sexy Minx Gang! Enjoy Ladies! XOXOXO DSM & Shi
Suds & Studs
The muted light of early morning filtered through the bedroom window of Dean's home. Dean groaned softly and reached for his lover, Michael. He frowned when his hand met empty space and cool sheets. Dean looked at the clock 8:00 a.m. He pushed back the covers and called out, “Mikey!”
Silence.
Dean crawled out of bed and headed for the bathroom. He went through his morning routine and headed for the kitchen. He called to Michael again but still received no answer. He followed the enticing aroma of coffee into the kitchen and poured a large mug full of Swedish coffee. He took a few satisfying sips and sighed happily as he headed towards the living room calling out to Michael again.
He carded a hand through his close-cropped hair and sighed, scanning the room. He was starting to get a niggling of concern about his new lover. It wasn't like Mikey to just disappear after a night of pleasure coma inducing sex.
Dean took another sip of the gourmet coffee and checked the clock. It was about 8:45 now and still no sign of Michael. Maybe he had run into town to get something special for breakfast. Dean would give him til 9:00 then he would call his cell phone.
Dean walked towards the back patio door. He was intending to sit out on the patio while he waited for Michael to return. As soon as he opened the glass door he heard Metallica's Sandman blasting from the back yard. The sight that met his eyes filled him with pure lust.
The passenger door of the Impala was open, leaned over the top of the car was Michael, jeans hanging low on his hips and long pant-legs rolled up to his knees. His naked chest was pressed against the driver's side door, arm extended and hand clutching at a huge sponge.
Dean took in the sight appraisingly. He watched as the muscles in Mikey's back flexed and relaxed, and as his leg kicked up slightly so he could stretch and reach the other side of the roof. He shifted against the wall and grinned when Michael still hadn't seen him.
Michael bent down to soak the sponge in the suds-filled bucket and Dean whistled appreciatively as the denim of Mikey's jeans stretched tight over his perfectly shaped ass.
"Damn, Dean!" shouted Michael, dropping the sponge in shock. He wiped his wet hands on his jeans and then carded one through his short hair, "Why do you have to sneak up on me like that?"
Dean crossed the yard to Mikey, ignoring his question and saying, "I woke up and you weren't in bed. I thought you went to pick up breakfast or something.”
A smile crossed Dean's face when Mikey blushed, "Well, you complained how dirty your 'baby' was and offhandedly mentioned that you were gonna drive her to a car wash tomorrow which would be today. I figured instead of you paying some people to do a half-assed job of washing your pride and joy, I'd do it."
Dean bit his lip, his eyes trailing over Mikey's tight nipples and damp chest.
"Dean?"
Dean's head snapped to Mikey's face and Michael was grinning wickedly at him. He cleared his throat and asked, head tilted to the side, "Why?"
Michael shrugged and bent to pick up the sponge again, "I woke up early and I was bored."
Dean's mouth fell open when Mikey turned back to the car and started rubbing the sponge in slow, firm circles over the windows and doors of the driver's side. Dean figured his lover was being a tease and deliberately washing his car with sensuous movements just to get a rise out of him, and damn was it getting a rise out of him. He sat his coffee down on the glass table and focused his attention on Michael.
Dean was breathing heavily now, hand sliding over his hip to press the heel of his palm against his erection in a failed attempt to relieve the pressure. He took a deep breath as he watched rivulets of soapy water drip down Mikey's forearm.
Michael turned toward Dean again, a little half-smile lighting his features. He gestured toward Dean with the sponge, "You just gonna stand there all day staring, or are you going to help me?"
Dean leaned his weight on his hip and rested his hand there, his other hand coming up to scratch at his arm, "Looks like you're doing just fine, Mikey."
Michael just shrugged and grinned, turning back to the Impala. He scrubbed roughly at the trunk of the car where the sap stains and dirty spots were the worst, deliberately spreading his legs wide and splaying himself across the back of the car. Mikey heard Dean gasp behind him and his grin widened. He looked at Dean over his shoulder and sent Dean a coy smile before walking around to the other side of the car. He shut the passenger side door and started his work on that side.
Dean swallowed hard and he'd never had to do anything as difficult as taking his gaze away from the sinful sight of Michael soaping down his car. He peered down at the nails of one hand and glanced up just in time to see Mikey's disappointed pout. Dean was cheering on the inside, 'Got you right where I want you, Mikey.'
Michael struck a few poses, trying to come up with something to say that would bring Dean's attention back to him. He pouted prettily as Dean ignored him and finished scrubbing down the passenger's side of the car.
When he deemed the Impala thoroughly soaped, he chucked the sponge over the car and gave a small smile of triumph when he heard it splash gently into the bucket. Michael wiped off his sudsy hands on his jeans and brushed past Dean to the spigot at the side of the house. He saw Dean give him a little glance when he bent down to grab at the hose. As it sputtered to life, a mischievous idea popped into his head.
Dean rubbed his chin against he left shoulder oh-so-suavely to cover up the way he stared at Mikey when he had grabbed onto the hose. He ground his foot against the patio and stared intensely at the yard when he heard the distinct sound of water splashing on metal.
"Damn it!"
Dean's attention snapped to Mikey and his mouth fell open when he found that Michael had managed to soak himself from head to bare feet with freezing water. His nipples were raised in two tight peaks and his jeans were hanging even lower on his hips with the weight of the water.
Mikey grinned adorably at Dean and said absently, "My bad."
Dean couldn't handle Mikey's teasing anymore. He let out a feral growl and in two bounds he had a hand curved behind Michael's neck with Mikey pressed roughly against the hood of the Impala. He nipped at Mikey's ear and whispered huskily, "You are a damn cock tease, Mikey."
"Mmmm," agreed Michael, grinding his ass back against Dean's prominent erection, "only for you, Dean."
Dean gave Mikey's ass a little swat and rasped in his ear, "Bet your fine ass only for me."
Michael pressed back against Dean again, anticipation and want weighing down his words, "You gonna fuck me?"
Dean pulled away from Mikey's body and took a step back, "Hell no."
Michael shot up from the car eyes blazing, "Excuse me?"
Dean picked up the hose and pressed it into Mickey's hand, "Not until you finish washing my car, Princess."
Mikey frowned and stared meaningfully at Dean's crotch, "But Dean…"
"Better get to rinsing or there'll be soapy streaks on my Baby," said Dean, patting the Impala's roof affectionately.
Michael grumbled about Dean being the cock tease but he pressed his thumb against the nozzle of the hose and set about spraying off the car. There was a particular sap stain on the trunk of the car that was being stubborn so Mikey forced his thumb into the nozzle of the hose to get the water to spray harder and he just ended up getting himself soaked again.
"Shit!" he shouted, dropping the hose and wiping the water out of his eyes, though he did smile when he realized the sap stain was gone.
Again, Mikey's shouted curse pulled Dean's attention and his jaw dropped, covering his desire with snark, "Christ, Mikey, haven't you ever worked a hose before?"
"Suck it, Dean," Michael sassed, bending down and grabbing the hose again. He got fed up when a smirk passed over Dean's features and he pursed his lips and brought the hose to waist level and thumbed the nozzle, effectively drenching Dean with freezing water.
Dean gasped and flapped his arms to get the water droplets off. He shook out his hair, sending droplets of water flying and he shouted, "Mikey, you little bitch!"
Mikey just laughed and sprayed at Dean again.
"Oh, you're askin' for it now, Princess," growled Dean knocking the hose to the ground and pinning Michael against the hood of the car again. He bit the back of Mikey's neck and growled roughly in his ear, "Get your pants off, now."
Michael whined when the hot weight of Dean against his back disappeared. He grinned when he heard Dean curse and mutter 'where the hell is the lube?'
"Look in the back seat!" called Mikey and his grin widened when, through the windshield, he saw Dean sprawl over the front seats to search in the back.
Dean shouted triumphantly when he found the familiar tube and he set it on the hood next to Mikey's shoulder and was back leaning over Michael's willing body. "Mikey," he snarled, tugging on the waistband of Mikey's jeans, "You didn't do as I said."
Michael shivered at Dean's authoritative tone. "I'm sorry, Dean," he gasped when Dean bit down hard on his shoulder, "I was distracted.”
Dean raked his nails up Michael's sides and breathed in his ear, "Oh yeah? By what exactly?"
"You," replied Mikey quickly, "bent over the seat looking for lube. God Dean, your ass looks so hot in these wet jeans." He reached back and fingered the button of Dean's pants.
Dean hummed and rubbed himself against Mikey's ass, "'I suppose I can forgive you. But I do want you out of these jeans now." He leaned back and thumbed the button of Mikey's jeans open and pulled down the zipper. He stood back and his eyes raked over Mikey's exposed cheeks and thighs as he shimmied out of his pants and underwear.
Michael left them pooled heavily around his ankles and moved to lean back over the hood but Dean was there, grabbing onto his waist and saying, "All the way off, Cowboy."
Michael laughed as he bent down to pull the water sodden denim off his feet, "Cowboy, Dean? That's a new one." He let them drop back to the ground and Dean pressed on his lower back to get him to lean against the hood again.
Dean ignored the comment and carefully kicked Mikey's legs apart, groaning appreciatively when Mikey's entrance was exposed. Dean pulled off his t-shirt and threw it over his shoulder and quickly maneuvered out of his jeans and briefs.
Michael moaned impatiently and pumped his hips back against the air and urged Dean on, "I want you now, Dean."
Dean grinned as he reached for the tube of lube, ”So eager for my cock, Mikey." He flipped the top of the lube and slicked up two fingers before stepping closer to Mikey and swirling his finger over Michael's opening.
Michael hissed as one of Dean's fingers breached his body. He thrust wantonly back against Dean's digit and murmured, "Mmm, love it when you fuck me with your fingers, Dean."
Dean pressed his finger in and out of Michael, swirling it in small circles before pulling it out and adding a second. He worked the two fingers, swirling, and scissoring, and curling them until he found Mikey's prostate. Dean could tell he'd found his goal by the little hitch in Mikey's breath and by the way Michael pressed eagerly back against his hand. He splayed himself over Mikey's back and licked at the spot just behind Mikey's ear and asked smoothly, "Tell me how it feels, Mikey."
"Dean," drawled Michael, "I-I can't-God, so good!, it feels like uhh!" and Dean was adding a third finger, "lt's like I'm burning up from the inside out. Like nngh like little bolts of lightning are shooting through me and going straight to my cock."
"Seriously?" asked Dean, pulling his fingers from Mikey's body and drizzled lube onto his weeping prick.
"Yeah," agreed Michael, panting against the hood of the Impala.
Dean slid the head of his cock up and down the crease of Mikey's ass and grinned when he groaned, "Brace yourself and relax, Baby."
Michael nodded and hauled himself up onto his hands, his head hanging limply between his hunched shoulders. He took a deep calming breath and said, "I'm ready, Dean. Please."
Dean rubbed soothing hands along the firm cheeks of Mikey's ass before taking hold of his glistening erection and pushing his hips forward. He chewed at his bottom lip as he sank into the overwhelmingly tight heat of Michael's body and pressed his forehead between Mikey's shoulder blades when he was buried deep inside him. They both sighed contentedly, the familiar warmth of each others bodies and the intimate connection a welcome comfort.
For a while Dean didn't move, happy to just stay seated in Michael, exploring his body leisurely, trailing his fingertips down Mikey's sides and tracing his tats.Then Michael was clenching around him, pushing his hips back against Dean's and Dean was stoked into action. Dean swiveled his sinuous hips a few times, earning soft moans from Mikey, before he was pulling out and pushing back in.
Michael grunted with every one of Dean's deep, powerful thrusts enthusiastically meeting every one, egging Dean on, "C'mon, Dean, know you can fuck me harder." Michael hissed when Dean growled and switched the angle and easily pounded into his sweet spot, fucking into him just like Michael demanded of him, "Right there, Dean, oh God!"
Dean practically roared as he leaned across Michael's back and wrapped his arms beneath Michael's armpits and grasping harshly at his shoulders, "Christ, Mikey, such a little slut for me. You love being stretched tight around my cock, love being fucked so hard you won't be able to see straight or walk straight."
"Mmm," agreed Mikey, "I'm yours, Dean, always yours."
Dean put more weight against Michael thrusting harder into him and the extra pressure caused Mikey's already shaky arms to fall out from under him and he face planted into the hood of the Impala. The change in angle allowed for Dean to drive deeper into Michael and Dean growled deeply with the intense pleasure currents it sent through his body. He could feel his orgasm quickly approaching; little rainbow spots dancing behind his eyelids, his body shaking with effort, balls tightening and drawing close to his body. Dean licked at the base of Mikey's neck, sucking and marking his lover, claiming him.
"Touch yourself for me, Mikey. Want you to come for me while I'm inside you; feel you clenching around my cock while you scream my name.”
Michael's arm was numb from the weight of his and Dean's body bearing down upon it as his hand found his cock. The sensation was weird, he felt the pleasure building low in his belly but it was as if some phantom force was jerking his cock and not his own hand.
Dean was panting in Mikey's ear now, "Does this get you hot, Mikey? Fucking out in the open, just knowing that somebody could catch as at any moment?"
Michael whimpered and stroked himself harder at the feel of his impending climax; his toes curled and he felt the beginnings of numbing pins and needles in his legs.
Dean couldn't help but suck that sweet whimper right out of Mikey's mouth. He nudged at Michael's head with his cheek and when Mikey turned toward him he bit and sucked and licked at Mikey's lips almost violently, choking off a groan when Michael's tongue forced its way inside of his mouth. He pulled away so fast that that there was an almost pornographic string of saliva still connecting their mouths.
Dean knew his eyes must be wide and liquid with desire as he caught Mikey's eyes and forced his own wider as he moaned out, "Oh God, think somebody's here…"
Michael tensed and cried out Dean's name as he spilled his seed over his hand, so hard that his come actually sprayed back against the hood of the Impala and over his thighs and some even blew back on Dean's balls.
"Christ, Mikey, you kinky bitch," laughed Dean, which quickly turned into a low drawn out groan as Michael's body did just as he predicted; internal muscles clenched wickedly around his cock, wrenching his orgasm and breath out of him.
Dean collapsed onto Michael's back and panted heavily against Mikey's shoulder and Michael reached back with his come covered hand to stroke back through Dean's hair. "You sick little slut," but Michael knew that Dean secretly loved it if the small smirk he felt against his back was anything to go by.
Mikey just grinned and worked his hips back against Dean, loving the way Dean hissed as his ass gripped and pulled at Dean's tender prick. A laugh escaped his mouth on an exhale when he felt Dean's cock give one last valiant spurt.
It was Mikey's turn to hiss as Dean placed both of his hands at the small of his back and pulled out; Dean's cock catching on the sore and used muscles of his ass. He whimpered slightly when Dean finally managed to pull out.
Dean spun Mikey around so his back was pressed against the edge of the hood and he pressed his lips to Michael's in a slow, gentle kiss; just a press at first before he angled their heads and licked at the seam of Mikey's lips.
Michael opened up to Dean, allowing his lover's tongue to sweep in and massage sensuously against his own. He loved these kisses; sweet and loving just after a round of intense, hot, hard sex.
Dean pulled away and Michael breathed out, "You're awesome."
Dean grinned happily and kissed Mikey chastely, "I'd say that just about sums it up."
Mikey giggled and he was so relaxed and boneless that he didn't even move when Dean gently told him to put his clothes back on.
Dean rolled his eyes at Michael after he'd pulled his own jeans up from around his ankles. He bent down and gathered Mikey's jeans and bunched them up to ease their way onto Michael's legs.
"I could use an assist here, Mikey." Dean chided softly.
Mikey just nodded and barely managed to lift his leg the inch or so Dean needed to get the still sodden denim up and over his foot; it took even more effort for him to lift the other leg. He smiled satedly at Dean when Dean had re-clasped and zipped up his jeans and stroked his hand along Dean's cheek, "Always so good to me, Dean. I love you."
Dean kissed the inside of Mikey's wrist and replied without hesitation, "Love you, too Mikey."
"So… guess I'd better get the bucket cleared so we can grab a shower."
"Nuh-uh," said Dean, shaking his head.
Michael frowned, "Why not?"
Dean grabbed the hose and pressed it into Michael's hand before placing his hands on Mickey's hips and turning him to face the Impala again.
Michael's eyes widened when he caught sight of the huge come stain splattered against the hood of the car.
"You didn't finish the job, Mikey." Dean bit the lobe of Michael's ear, and offered a little swat to his ass, "So clean it up." After a second, "I'm gonna grab a shower."
All Mikey could do was stand slack-jawed as he stared after Dean when his lover smirked and gave him a cocky little wave. He smiled as he washed the Impala thinking of all the ways he was gonna drive Dean crazy with the lollipop later.