Sam/Jimmy Preview
Just testing all of this stuff...hopefully this works out. And I...I don't even know who's going to read this, honestly. orz
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When Jimmy had suddenly emerged and appeared to Sam one day on the street of a rural Texas town and propositioned him, Sam had been shocked. He had been flattered that Jimmy had chosen him to sleep with over anyone else that he probably could have gotten, but he was skeptical about agreeing. But really, he felt like someone owed the guy something after all he’d sacrificed; hell, he deserved whatever the fuck he asked for, Sam thought, and it turns out that Jimmy wanted exactly that. With Sam. He couldn’t find it in himself to refuse a man that had lost his body, his life, family, and his free will--ironically the very thing that Dean, Cas, and Sam had once fought to gain.
He said yes, just like Jimmy had said yes, and now here they were, a week and a half later. A week and a half of getting to know each other because, as Jimmy explained, he wanted them to get to know each other, even if Jimmy already knew Sam very well from what he had picked up from Castiel. And frankly, Sam liked what he discovered. Finding out that he actually liked Jimmy Novak as a separate personality from Castiel was enlightening; it made his decision of saying yes that much easier to deal with. And it made stripping down butt-naked with him feel a hell of a lot less awkward, that was for sure.
Sam leaned into Jimmy’s touch on the side of his face, enjoying the heat radiating from the other’s palm. He watched Jimmy closely as the man began to squirm, and then slowly brought himself into a sitting position. He was just a small distance away from Sam now, and they were so close. Sam could see his reflection in Jimmy’s bright eyes if he stared hard enough, and Jimmy was fixing him with a deep, studious stare of his own. Unhurriedly, Sam began to follow the gentle tug that Jimmy’s fingers were providing at the edge of his jaw, and his lips brushed over Jimmy’s tentatively. He was going to close the distance completely, seal their first kiss, but Jimmy’s mouth suddenly moved against his own with whispered words, the movement giving Sam a pleasant tingle as Jimmy’s heated breath ghosted over his lips.
“Wanna know a secret? Between you, me, and Cas?” Jimmy mused, then answered before Sam could say yes or no; “I like you better…” Clarifying, Jimmy added; “Than Dean.” He smiled then, and the stretch of the skin of his lips against Sam’s gave the younger man another shiver. This didn’t feel like teasing, Sam realized. It felt more like Jimmy was testing the waters with the tips of his toes before he took a nose dive. He was trying to learn his limits here, finding out if Sam was okay with kissing or not, and Sam answered him with a gentle press of his lips against Jimmy’s mouth.
Sam was pleased when he felt the body across from him shiver from the contact (he wondered off-handedly how long it had been since Jimmy had been kissed). Deftly, Sam began to lean Jimmy back into the mattress, one hand at the nape of the man’s neck as he held him still so that the kiss they were sharing wasn’t broken. When his hand was sandwiched between the back of Jimmy’s head and the pillow, Sam shifted his body weight around a bit. He leaned his upper body in closer, his chest pressing against Jimmy’s to the point that he could feel every heave of breath that the other took. Sam’s legs found Jimmy’s right, and his knees sank into the mattress on either side of it. Very carefully, he pressed his body into Jimmy’s, cautious of how he planted his weight and making sure that he wouldn’t hurt him. Their kiss broke only for Sam to smile down at Jimmy while his attention was captured again by two orbs as bright as the sky. “I like you too.” Sam confessed. “More than Cas.”
All too suddenly, Sam was very aware of Castiel watching him back from somewhere within the pools of Jimmy’s eyes, and he flinched as a jab of guilt and horror struck him hard. He yanked his upper body away from Jimmy, doing a push-up as he leaned over the older man. He knew his face was red; he could feel the heat radiating off of his cheeks and he tripped over his words as he tried to correct himself. “Well, I mean, no offense, Cas. You just have that profound bond thing with Dean, and, well, Jimmy and I--he’s nice. Not that you aren’t nice! You’re just a little more…well, nothing, never mind. I like you, Cas. But it’s not the same way like I like you, Jimmy! You’re both great, is what I’m trying to say. I just…Jimmy…” Sam finally resorted to begging, and he whined out Jimmy’s name as if he could help him remove his foot from his mouth.
Instead of indignation from Castiel glaring back at him from Jimmy’s eyes, when Sam finally had enough control over his tongue to stop his gibberish and meet his gaze, he was surprised to see Jimmy smiling. There was no anger in his eyes. Sam didn’t see Castiel, he only saw Jimmy Novak, and he seemed perfectly at peace even while Sam’s heart hammered against his ribs with panic and his cheeks burned with embarrassment.
“I hope I didn’t offend Castiel.” Sam mumbled.
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When Jimmy had suddenly emerged and appeared to Sam one day on the street of a rural Texas town and propositioned him, Sam had been shocked. He had been flattered that Jimmy had chosen him to sleep with over anyone else that he probably could have gotten, but he was skeptical about agreeing. But really, he felt like someone owed the guy something after all he’d sacrificed; hell, he deserved whatever the fuck he asked for, Sam thought, and it turns out that Jimmy wanted exactly that. With Sam. He couldn’t find it in himself to refuse a man that had lost his body, his life, family, and his free will--ironically the very thing that Dean, Cas, and Sam had once fought to gain.
He said yes, just like Jimmy had said yes, and now here they were, a week and a half later. A week and a half of getting to know each other because, as Jimmy explained, he wanted them to get to know each other, even if Jimmy already knew Sam very well from what he had picked up from Castiel. And frankly, Sam liked what he discovered. Finding out that he actually liked Jimmy Novak as a separate personality from Castiel was enlightening; it made his decision of saying yes that much easier to deal with. And it made stripping down butt-naked with him feel a hell of a lot less awkward, that was for sure.
Sam leaned into Jimmy’s touch on the side of his face, enjoying the heat radiating from the other’s palm. He watched Jimmy closely as the man began to squirm, and then slowly brought himself into a sitting position. He was just a small distance away from Sam now, and they were so close. Sam could see his reflection in Jimmy’s bright eyes if he stared hard enough, and Jimmy was fixing him with a deep, studious stare of his own. Unhurriedly, Sam began to follow the gentle tug that Jimmy’s fingers were providing at the edge of his jaw, and his lips brushed over Jimmy’s tentatively. He was going to close the distance completely, seal their first kiss, but Jimmy’s mouth suddenly moved against his own with whispered words, the movement giving Sam a pleasant tingle as Jimmy’s heated breath ghosted over his lips.
“Wanna know a secret? Between you, me, and Cas?” Jimmy mused, then answered before Sam could say yes or no; “I like you better…” Clarifying, Jimmy added; “Than Dean.” He smiled then, and the stretch of the skin of his lips against Sam’s gave the younger man another shiver. This didn’t feel like teasing, Sam realized. It felt more like Jimmy was testing the waters with the tips of his toes before he took a nose dive. He was trying to learn his limits here, finding out if Sam was okay with kissing or not, and Sam answered him with a gentle press of his lips against Jimmy’s mouth.
Sam was pleased when he felt the body across from him shiver from the contact (he wondered off-handedly how long it had been since Jimmy had been kissed). Deftly, Sam began to lean Jimmy back into the mattress, one hand at the nape of the man’s neck as he held him still so that the kiss they were sharing wasn’t broken. When his hand was sandwiched between the back of Jimmy’s head and the pillow, Sam shifted his body weight around a bit. He leaned his upper body in closer, his chest pressing against Jimmy’s to the point that he could feel every heave of breath that the other took. Sam’s legs found Jimmy’s right, and his knees sank into the mattress on either side of it. Very carefully, he pressed his body into Jimmy’s, cautious of how he planted his weight and making sure that he wouldn’t hurt him. Their kiss broke only for Sam to smile down at Jimmy while his attention was captured again by two orbs as bright as the sky. “I like you too.” Sam confessed. “More than Cas.”
All too suddenly, Sam was very aware of Castiel watching him back from somewhere within the pools of Jimmy’s eyes, and he flinched as a jab of guilt and horror struck him hard. He yanked his upper body away from Jimmy, doing a push-up as he leaned over the older man. He knew his face was red; he could feel the heat radiating off of his cheeks and he tripped over his words as he tried to correct himself. “Well, I mean, no offense, Cas. You just have that profound bond thing with Dean, and, well, Jimmy and I--he’s nice. Not that you aren’t nice! You’re just a little more…well, nothing, never mind. I like you, Cas. But it’s not the same way like I like you, Jimmy! You’re both great, is what I’m trying to say. I just…Jimmy…” Sam finally resorted to begging, and he whined out Jimmy’s name as if he could help him remove his foot from his mouth.
Instead of indignation from Castiel glaring back at him from Jimmy’s eyes, when Sam finally had enough control over his tongue to stop his gibberish and meet his gaze, he was surprised to see Jimmy smiling. There was no anger in his eyes. Sam didn’t see Castiel, he only saw Jimmy Novak, and he seemed perfectly at peace even while Sam’s heart hammered against his ribs with panic and his cheeks burned with embarrassment.
“I hope I didn’t offend Castiel.” Sam mumbled.