Never Again, All Over Again - Dean/Chloe - NC17
Sequel to Like Kisses for Coffee
Title: Never Again, All Over Again
Author: Jinni (jinni.tth@gmail.com)
Rated: NC17
Disclaimer: All things SPN belong to Eric Kripke, et al. All things Smallville belong to DC Comics, et al.
Pairing: Chloe/Dean
~*~*~
Next time he swings into town, I’m not going to do it.
It was easier to have resolve when Dean was no where near her, Chloe decided. Much easier than it was when he showed up, unannounced as always. This time at her job. He rang her from his cell phone, told her the motel he was staying at in Metropolis.
All she had to do was not go. There were so many things in the reasons not to go category and not too many in the why this is a good idea category.
She was losing her heart to him. With every stolen moment that they spent together she felt a little piece of her go with him when he left. Her dreams were haunted by hazel-green eyes that followed her everywhere that she went. Every time that he rolled into her life she found herself hoping that he wouldn’t leave it again.
And that was silly, right? If there was one thing in life she was certain about, it was the fact that Dean Winchester was not going to settle down with her. His life was on the road, moving from place to place hunting evil. Dean would never be a proper boyfriend or… God forbid… husband.
She looked down at the cell phone in her hand, weighing the decision. So much wrong. Not very much right. He made her feel so alive when he held her in his arms.
But there was no future.
Chloe tossed the cell phone back into her purse. Decision made. Easy as that.
~*~*~
“Thought you weren’t coming.”
Yeah, so did I, Chloe thought, accepting the hard kiss that Dean pressed to her lips the second she was in the room. He had his shirt off already with only a towel around his waist, skin still damp from the shower he’d obviously just finished taking. She ran her fingers along the hard lines of his stomach.
”Your brother?” she asked, lips touching his. She was already gasping for breath, his kiss having stolen hers away quickly and without hesitation.
“Out for a while,” Dean mumbled against her mouth, tongue sliding out to swipe at her lip for just one moment, and then they were back to tongue-fucking one another. Chloe moaned and didn’t stop him when his hands went to her jacket. It was tugged off with quick jerks that were hard enough that it almost set her teeth to rattling.
His hands were everywhere. In less than even a handful of minutes he had stripped her of all of her clothing and was backing toward the bed, one hand on her hip, pulling her along with him as he went. He fell backwards when his knees hit the edge, a controlled sprawl that landed him in the very center. The towel around his waist fell open as he slid up towards the pillows, and his cock bobbed hard and ready. Chloe licked her lips.
“C’mon, baby,” Dean drawled. He reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock. Chloe felt a flutter of arousal in her stomach, spreading out and over her body until there was a low level hum of anticipation between her legs. She could feel the moisture already pooling there as she stepped forward, dropping to her knees on the bed. Dean’s eyes followed her as she crawled up his body, heat in his eyes.
This was a bad idea, she told herself yet again.
She paused halfway up Dean’s body, one hand on the bed on either side of his hips. Her fingers curled into the bedspread as she looked slowly from his eyes, down his chest, to his cock. There was precome smeared on the tip of it, glistening wetly. Chloe couldn’t stop the unconscious flick of her tongue over her lips.
“God -“ Dean groaned, choked, as her mouth came down over the swollen head of his cock. She sucked lightly and took one hand off of the bed to push down on his hips when he bucked upwards into her mouth. His skin was velvet soft as it slid past her lips, just an inch or two, before she let it slide back out. She ran her tongue over the head of his cock, teasing the slit with the tip.
“Fuck, Chloe. So good. Damn,” Dean bit off each word between pants of breath. Looking up through her eyelashes, Chloe took him into her mouth again. She watched as his hand fluttered on his stomach, as if he wanted to put it on her head but didn’t think that he’d be welcome to do so. She didn’t care one way or the other, though watching him try to control himself was sort of hot. His hips pressed up again ever so slightly, and Chloe backed off with her mouth. When it came to this, right now, he was only getting what she wanted to give him.
If she was going to let more of her heart run off with Dean Winchester, she was damn well going to do it on her terms.
The hand that she had on his hip slid down, fingernails scratching over the delicate skin of his inner thigh. The noise that came from Dean’s mouth was low, almost a growl. Oh, so he liked that, did he? Chloe scratched harder and was rewarded with repeat of that sound.
Damn, that was hot.
Licking her lips, Chloe let the head of Dean’s cock slide into her mouth once again. This time she sucked hard, and Dean’s moans turned into cries of fuck and please harder. She could taste the salty slickness of precome on her tongue as she swiped it over the tip, careful to maintain that gentle pressure around the swollen, thick head. Taking her hand from his thigh, Chloe gently caressed his balls as she sucked and licked. She rolled them in her hand, pressure varying according to the noises that were coming from Dean’s mouth. They were pulled tight against his body, heavy and full.
“Chloe, stop, stop,” Dean said suddenly. She pulled off of him with a question in her eyes. “Ride me, baby. Fuck. Ride me.”
Chloe didn’t need to be told twice. She gave his cock one last swipe of her tongue and then crawled up his body. Fingers dug into her hips as she positioned herself, pulling her down and over his cock.
She moaned Dean when he slid inside of her, guided by his hands and the up-thrust of his hips. He filled her, stretched her wide. She hadn’t had sex in months - since the last time he visited - and her body was tight from the disuse. She whimpered, holding herself still with sheer will alone. Dean seemed to get what she was doing because he didn’t move. His hands ran soft patterns over her hips, her stomach, waiting for her to adjust to that thick, hard length that was nestled deep inside of her. When he tweaked her nipples, twisting them hard between his fingers, she rocked unconsciously.
And then it was on. She rode him slowly, working herself up with every forward glide of her hips.
“Missed you,” he grunted, thrusting up in time with the rhythm of her body. She shuddered and nodded, not trusting herself to speak without spilling her guts to him. Telling Dean she was falling for him, even in the height of passion, would probably mean that she wouldn’t see him again. So she held it in, resorting to moans and whimpers, soft hisses of his name and cries to God that that might have just been another way of saying Dean.
“Come with me,” he asked, and Chloe wasn’t sure if he meant that he was close or if he was asking her yet again to come on the road with him. Right now, she was close to assuming the second and saying yes for the first time. But that wasn’t what he wanted, her body insisted, as she neared orgasm with every roll of her hips and thrust of his cock within her. She pressed down, grinding with ever press of their bodies.
She came first, screaming his name, chanting and pleading, though for what she didn’t know. Not even seconds later he followed her, emptying himself inside of her body. His muscles tensed, fingers grabbing and holding her hips in place as he shuddered through his climax. The end was signaled by a loud sigh of her name, his eyes drooping in sudden relaxation. Chloe gave him a crooked smile and made to slide off of him.
He stopped her, hands still on her hips. He held her in place, looking at her.
“Come with me.”
“What?”
“When we leave. Come with us.”
Oh, so that was what he’d meant. Chloe’s chest tightened. There it was, the question that she both desired and dreaded. With one little word she could change her life. All she had to do was say -
“Yes. Okay.”
Dean’s grin was slow, a slide of lips over teeth. Sated eyes came alight and Chloe felt herself returning his happiness with some of her own.
It was possible she was just setting herself up for heartache, and she knew it.
But right now, this was as good as it was going to get.
“It’ll be dangerous.”
Chloe laughed and this time, when she tried to pull off of him, he let her.
“I like danger, in case you haven’t noticed.”
END
Title: Never Again, All Over Again
Author: Jinni (jinni.tth@gmail.com)
Rated: NC17
Disclaimer: All things SPN belong to Eric Kripke, et al. All things Smallville belong to DC Comics, et al.
Pairing: Chloe/Dean
~*~*~
Next time he swings into town, I’m not going to do it.
It was easier to have resolve when Dean was no where near her, Chloe decided. Much easier than it was when he showed up, unannounced as always. This time at her job. He rang her from his cell phone, told her the motel he was staying at in Metropolis.
All she had to do was not go. There were so many things in the reasons not to go category and not too many in the why this is a good idea category.
She was losing her heart to him. With every stolen moment that they spent together she felt a little piece of her go with him when he left. Her dreams were haunted by hazel-green eyes that followed her everywhere that she went. Every time that he rolled into her life she found herself hoping that he wouldn’t leave it again.
And that was silly, right? If there was one thing in life she was certain about, it was the fact that Dean Winchester was not going to settle down with her. His life was on the road, moving from place to place hunting evil. Dean would never be a proper boyfriend or… God forbid… husband.
She looked down at the cell phone in her hand, weighing the decision. So much wrong. Not very much right. He made her feel so alive when he held her in his arms.
But there was no future.
Chloe tossed the cell phone back into her purse. Decision made. Easy as that.
~*~*~
“Thought you weren’t coming.”
Yeah, so did I, Chloe thought, accepting the hard kiss that Dean pressed to her lips the second she was in the room. He had his shirt off already with only a towel around his waist, skin still damp from the shower he’d obviously just finished taking. She ran her fingers along the hard lines of his stomach.
”Your brother?” she asked, lips touching his. She was already gasping for breath, his kiss having stolen hers away quickly and without hesitation.
“Out for a while,” Dean mumbled against her mouth, tongue sliding out to swipe at her lip for just one moment, and then they were back to tongue-fucking one another. Chloe moaned and didn’t stop him when his hands went to her jacket. It was tugged off with quick jerks that were hard enough that it almost set her teeth to rattling.
His hands were everywhere. In less than even a handful of minutes he had stripped her of all of her clothing and was backing toward the bed, one hand on her hip, pulling her along with him as he went. He fell backwards when his knees hit the edge, a controlled sprawl that landed him in the very center. The towel around his waist fell open as he slid up towards the pillows, and his cock bobbed hard and ready. Chloe licked her lips.
“C’mon, baby,” Dean drawled. He reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock. Chloe felt a flutter of arousal in her stomach, spreading out and over her body until there was a low level hum of anticipation between her legs. She could feel the moisture already pooling there as she stepped forward, dropping to her knees on the bed. Dean’s eyes followed her as she crawled up his body, heat in his eyes.
This was a bad idea, she told herself yet again.
She paused halfway up Dean’s body, one hand on the bed on either side of his hips. Her fingers curled into the bedspread as she looked slowly from his eyes, down his chest, to his cock. There was precome smeared on the tip of it, glistening wetly. Chloe couldn’t stop the unconscious flick of her tongue over her lips.
“God -“ Dean groaned, choked, as her mouth came down over the swollen head of his cock. She sucked lightly and took one hand off of the bed to push down on his hips when he bucked upwards into her mouth. His skin was velvet soft as it slid past her lips, just an inch or two, before she let it slide back out. She ran her tongue over the head of his cock, teasing the slit with the tip.
“Fuck, Chloe. So good. Damn,” Dean bit off each word between pants of breath. Looking up through her eyelashes, Chloe took him into her mouth again. She watched as his hand fluttered on his stomach, as if he wanted to put it on her head but didn’t think that he’d be welcome to do so. She didn’t care one way or the other, though watching him try to control himself was sort of hot. His hips pressed up again ever so slightly, and Chloe backed off with her mouth. When it came to this, right now, he was only getting what she wanted to give him.
If she was going to let more of her heart run off with Dean Winchester, she was damn well going to do it on her terms.
The hand that she had on his hip slid down, fingernails scratching over the delicate skin of his inner thigh. The noise that came from Dean’s mouth was low, almost a growl. Oh, so he liked that, did he? Chloe scratched harder and was rewarded with repeat of that sound.
Damn, that was hot.
Licking her lips, Chloe let the head of Dean’s cock slide into her mouth once again. This time she sucked hard, and Dean’s moans turned into cries of fuck and please harder. She could taste the salty slickness of precome on her tongue as she swiped it over the tip, careful to maintain that gentle pressure around the swollen, thick head. Taking her hand from his thigh, Chloe gently caressed his balls as she sucked and licked. She rolled them in her hand, pressure varying according to the noises that were coming from Dean’s mouth. They were pulled tight against his body, heavy and full.
“Chloe, stop, stop,” Dean said suddenly. She pulled off of him with a question in her eyes. “Ride me, baby. Fuck. Ride me.”
Chloe didn’t need to be told twice. She gave his cock one last swipe of her tongue and then crawled up his body. Fingers dug into her hips as she positioned herself, pulling her down and over his cock.
She moaned Dean when he slid inside of her, guided by his hands and the up-thrust of his hips. He filled her, stretched her wide. She hadn’t had sex in months - since the last time he visited - and her body was tight from the disuse. She whimpered, holding herself still with sheer will alone. Dean seemed to get what she was doing because he didn’t move. His hands ran soft patterns over her hips, her stomach, waiting for her to adjust to that thick, hard length that was nestled deep inside of her. When he tweaked her nipples, twisting them hard between his fingers, she rocked unconsciously.
And then it was on. She rode him slowly, working herself up with every forward glide of her hips.
“Missed you,” he grunted, thrusting up in time with the rhythm of her body. She shuddered and nodded, not trusting herself to speak without spilling her guts to him. Telling Dean she was falling for him, even in the height of passion, would probably mean that she wouldn’t see him again. So she held it in, resorting to moans and whimpers, soft hisses of his name and cries to God that that might have just been another way of saying Dean.
“Come with me,” he asked, and Chloe wasn’t sure if he meant that he was close or if he was asking her yet again to come on the road with him. Right now, she was close to assuming the second and saying yes for the first time. But that wasn’t what he wanted, her body insisted, as she neared orgasm with every roll of her hips and thrust of his cock within her. She pressed down, grinding with ever press of their bodies.
She came first, screaming his name, chanting and pleading, though for what she didn’t know. Not even seconds later he followed her, emptying himself inside of her body. His muscles tensed, fingers grabbing and holding her hips in place as he shuddered through his climax. The end was signaled by a loud sigh of her name, his eyes drooping in sudden relaxation. Chloe gave him a crooked smile and made to slide off of him.
He stopped her, hands still on her hips. He held her in place, looking at her.
“Come with me.”
“What?”
“When we leave. Come with us.”
Oh, so that was what he’d meant. Chloe’s chest tightened. There it was, the question that she both desired and dreaded. With one little word she could change her life. All she had to do was say -
“Yes. Okay.”
Dean’s grin was slow, a slide of lips over teeth. Sated eyes came alight and Chloe felt herself returning his happiness with some of her own.
It was possible she was just setting herself up for heartache, and she knew it.
But right now, this was as good as it was going to get.
“It’ll be dangerous.”
Chloe laughed and this time, when she tried to pull off of him, he let her.
“I like danger, in case you haven’t noticed.”
END