SPN/SV Fic: Down and Dirty (1/2)
Title: Down and Dirty (1/2)
Authors: clarksmuseand xtremeroswellia
Fandoms: Supernatural/Smallville
Pairing: Sam/Chloe
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: #4 -- caught for sam_slut_a_thon
Disclaimer: We don’t own these characters. Please don’t sue. We’re just having fun.
Chloe slid her hands over Sam's t-shirt, looking up at him intently as they stood just inside the motel room. She felt his breath catch in his throat and smiled faintly. It was nice to know she had the same effect on him that he had on her.
Sam knew the moment she touched him that she had been thinking the same thing he had all afternoon. Unlike her, however, he was still a little shy in showing it. His cheeks colored slightly, the result of his body's arousal to her touch, he thought. He slid his massive hands up her slender arms and smiled secretly. "We got some time to kill. Dean's out tinkering with the Impala."
She shifted closer to him, tilting her head up a little. "This has been a nice change," she said softly.
He chuckled slightly, his skin sensitized to her touch. "Time alone? It's unheard of."
"Actually I meant..." She bit her lip, chiding herself for ruining the moment. "Yeah, it is nice."
His eyes clouded over a little, but he forgot her words when she moved close to him, sliding her hands underneath his shirt, nearly making him weak-kneed with the intensity of pleasure her touch provided. "Too nice to pass up," he replied, dragging her lips to meet his.
She groaned softly, reaching up to touch his face as she returned the kiss, her eyes drifting shut.
Sam carefully picked her up, swinging her into his arms and carried her to the bed he had been sleeping in alone up until this point. Pressing her back into the mattress, Sam whispered, "Let me." Pulling her hands above her, he tugged at her shirt, peeling it off her body.
She shivered as the cool air hit her exposed skin and she held her breath, gazing up at him. "Hi," she whispered, suddenly feeling shy.
His warm eyes darkened with desire. "Hi," he repeated back to her, his hands on her cheeks. He kissed her gently, moving his lips across hers while his hands searched clumsily for the clasp of her bra.
She closed her eyes once more, the heat from his body warming her own. "It's uh...it's in front," she whispered, a faint smile tugging at her lips again. She returned the kiss with the gentle intensity she felt for him. She'd been on the road with them for three months and it had taken that long to figure out how smothered she'd been feeling in Kansas.
And the truth was, she cared very deeply for both of the Winchester brothers, felt like there was some odd connection between them. With Sam, that connection was very much rooted in emotional attachment: they'd bonded almost instantly. She and Dean had grown on each other over the weeks though they'd hit it off immediately--their mutual sense of sarcasm and love for the bizarre had prompted Dean to ask her to go with them.
Sam broke their kiss and smiled shyly, his hands moving to the valley between her breasts, where he fumbled with the clasp a little before opening her bra, revealing her round, pert breasts to his heated gaze. It had been awhile, he'd secretly admitted, but the lust that pounded into his body looking at her was overpowering. Groaning, he lowered his body onto hers and bent his dark, shaggy head into her neck, licking her skin as he trailed heated kisses along her collarbone, then down to her nipple.
She swallowed hard, sliding one hand to the back of his neck and gently stroking her fingers over his skin, the breath catching in her throat. His lips were soft, gentle against her skin, just as she'd imagined Sam would be.
He heard her sigh and looked up, confusion marring his features. "You okay?" he whispered, smiling a little, somehow knowing the answer to his question. Chloe had a look of intense need but utter serenity on her face. He had never seen anything like it before, which only aroused him more. His cock strained against his fly, yearning to feel her wet heat surrounding him.
"Yeah, I'm good," she whispered back, returning his soft smile. "Sam?"
He squeezed her breast gently, though his eyes remained glued to her face. "Yeah?"
"Make love to me," she said softly, reaching up to touch his cheek.
He smiled, his cheeks dimpling with his wide grin. "I think I can do that," he replied, watching her eyes grow wide when his thumb flicked over her taut nipple. He moved over her, sitting up to take off his shirt, his muscles moving and stretching as he pulled his shirt over his head.
Chloe watched him intently, slowly reaching out and sliding her hands over his chest as she sat up enough to kiss his collarbone.
He groaned and watched her hands smooth over his chest, leaving prickles of intense pleasure in their wake. He colored in embarassment as he wondered what she was thinking. "I know I'm not my brother, but... do you like what you see?" His leaned down, putting his hands on either side of her body, gazing at her intently.
"Hey," she whispered, lifting a hand to his cheek again. "You can't go around comparing yourself to someone else, Sam. And...I love what I see." She held his gaze.
Sam fought back a cheesy smile unsuccessfully. "You... do?" He glanced down at her body, at the small space separating her from him. "I do, too."
She couldn't help but smile at the sight of his smile. It lit up his whole face, his hazel eyes brightening. "Yeah, I do." She kissed him softly.
Licking her bottom lip gently, Sam fought against the tide of sensations she had created in him, just because she wanted him, loved what she saw. His tongue slipped into her open mouth, causing both to moan, as he held her close and rolled onto his back, giving her free access to his body.
She moaned softly as she found herself on top of him, breaking their kiss in order to explore his body with her eyes and hands. Her eyes twinkled as she slid her hands down his chest again, moving them to rest lightly on his ribcage. She slowly leaned down and kissed his collarbone, trailing her lips down to his abdomen.
Sam held onto her hips while he bit back a loud moan. She teased a wet trail to where his jeans met his skin. He looked down at her and noticed a twinkle in her eyes he had never seen before.
Chloe smiled at him and slowly unbuttoned the button on his jeans, easing the zipper down, watching him.
Her eyes were hot and determined, but his head fell back into the pillows when he felt his hard cock spring from his jeans. He took his hands from her body to shove his jeans and boxers off his hips before she wrapped a gentle hand around him. "Chloe," he moaned loudly, her light touch an intense torture.
She slowly slid her hand over his length, her heart beating quickly in her chest. "I've only...been with one person before," she admitted softly as she gazed at him.
Sam acknowledged her words with a nod. "It's... okay," he ground out, feeling the tension rise in his body with every soft stroke of her hand. "I won't... hurt you... God..."
"I know you won't," she whispered, reluctantly releasing him and sliding her body against his, dipping her head to kiss him softly.
He buried his hands in her hair, kissing her deeply, their tongues meeting and stroking. His cock bumped against her legs, suddenly impatient to be inside her. He pulled away and looked at her. "Ever been... on top before?" he asked, a slight blush creeping across his features.
A faint blush stained her cheeks as well and she shook her head a little. "No," she admitted softly.
Kissing her gently, he smiled. "Want to try it out now?" He gazed at her intently, running his large paws across her cheeks, brushing his fingers along her jaw line as his palms moved towards her breasts. He wanted so much for her to enjoy this, but not unless she wanted the same. He knew she'd been hurt in the past, so he wanted this to be... memorable.
A faint smile touched her lips, as well. "Yeah." She lowered her head down and kissed his chest softly, her hair spilling across his skin.
He hissed, her hair brushing against his overly sensitized skin. His hands reached for her hips and squeezed them again. "I need something..." he began, trying to get out his words but shuddering when she lightly bit one of his male nipples.
A smile tugged at her lips as she pulled away to look at him, reaching over and pulling a condom from the bedside table. "Like this?"
He smirked and took it from her. "You put this here?" he asked, groaning when she scooted off him, brushing her wetness against his hard cock.
Her cheeks flushed again. "Maybe."
"Either that or Dean was hoping to get lucky." He handed her the opened foil with a pleased grin on his face. Her hands shook slightly but she slid it over him gently, the blush in her cheeks making him hard as a rock.
Swallowing hard, she rested her hands against his chest, a little uncertain about how exactly to proceed.
"Come here," he whispered, taking her waist gently and moving her above him, her opening wet and ready. Her folds brushed his tip and he felt her warm body waiting for him. Staring at her intently, he gently guided her onto him, slowly, watching her eyes widen at the gentle pressure. He made him body wait for her, letting her adjust to him inch by torturous inch, until he had completely filled her.
Her eyes closed for a moment, and then she opened them slowly, gazing into his eyes. She slowly rocked her hips against him, the breath catching in her throat.
Sam swallowed hard, lifting his hips slowly as she rocked against him, riding slowly. His hands kept on her hips, guiding her while she moved, still a little uncertain. "Chloe," he groaned softly, watching her intense green eyes grow dark with desire, "you got me, so... ride me."
Her eyes widened a little in surprise at his words, but she rested her hands against his chest for leverage and rocked against him harder, crying out softly when he thrust up into her.
Moving with her, Sam felt the beginnings of her climax, her body writhing against his as they moved faster. He felt her inner walls stroking his body, watched her head fall back in agony, eyes closed and mouth open, moaning loudly. The sounds coming from her made him spasm and jerk, his body nearing climax.
They were so focused on each other that neither saw the door swing open. "Sam, I need your help with..." Dean's voice dropped off as he gaped at the scene in front of him, watching Chloe bounce on his brother, her face contorted in a pleasurable experience that only meant one thing: she was nearing climax.
Distantly she heard Dean's voice but her mind was so clouded with urgent-filled need and desire she somehow blocked it out, crying out Sam's name as she hit her peak, shuddering against him.
Nothing on Heaven or in Hell could have kept Sam from climaxing, not even knowing his brother was watching them fuck each other blind. With one last thrust, he came, spilling himself into the condom, his face contorted in pleasurable pain as he felt her body cool and collapse against him.
Dean leaned against the wall and smirked, slamming the door behind him. A cheesy smirk crossed his lips. "Didn't anyone tell you to lock the door, Sam, when you're getting busy with a hot chick?" His eyes roamed over Chloe's naked body, honing in on her breasts, that part of her anatomy he had always wanted to touch.
Startled, Sam looked up and hurriedly groped for something to cover them. "God, Dean, don't you knock?"
Chloe yanked the covers over her head quickly, humiliated. "It is partially his room," she whispered, kicking herself for not locking the door herself.
"Then maybe it's time I got my own," Sam retorted, scooting his body in front of Chloe's, shielding her body from his brother's wandering eyes.
Dean waved a hand, though his gaze was fixed on her shapely thighs peeking out from under the sheet. "Why? All you have to do is give me advanced warning and I'll..." He looked over at the table by the bed and frowned. "Oh, you're using my condoms now?"
She groaned, burying her face against Sam's neck. "I'll buy you another box!"
"Two boxes," Sam insisted, glaring at Dean, "if you'd just... go away for a little while longer."
Walking around the room, Dean caught sight of Chloe's naked back and practically drooled. "Let me watch next time and I'll buy the condoms myself."
Chloe's eyes widened in utter shock. "Excuse me?" She yanked the blanket more firmly around her body and stared at him.
Groaning in horror, Sam rolled his eyes. "Dude, this isn't like a porn channel, okay? God, you're a pervert." More than usual, he realized, feeling Chloe tense behind him.
Smirking, Dean continued, undeterred. "Oh come on, it's not like it's the first time I've... watched." His smile became dazzling and lustful as he watched the blush creep into her face. "In fact, she might want me over you, Sammy."
Sam blinked, surprised and hurt. "Dammit, Dean, this isn't funny."
She glared at Dean, sensing Sam's hurt at his words. She stroked a hand lightly over his chest and placed a soft kiss against the back of his head. "Your brother's freaky," she whispered against his ear.
"You have no idea," he whispered, leaning into her caress, though his eyes remained on Dean. There was nothing he could say to his brother: the one thing he had always wondered was what would happen if he ever did have a girlfriend. Always there was the fear Dean would try to take her away from him. Funny how he was trying to do just that.
"You're not...going away, are you?" She looked at Dean again, her eyes narrowed.
Dean smirked. "What, you've been checking me out for three months now, and here you are... with Sam? Don't I get the chance to hit on you?"
Sam sighed and closed his eyes.
"If you don't exit stage left right now, I'm going to hit on you. With a baseball bat," she informed him, not a hint of kidding in her voice.
"Fine, I'm going," Dean replied, his voice faintly disappointed. He turned on his heel and started for the door.
A flash of guilt washed over her as she watched him leave, then wondered why she felt guilty: he was the one who'd walked in on her and Sam and had been a pig about it. A shiver worked its way up her spine and she looked back at Sam, feeling conflicted.
"You do what you want to," Sam whispered a little hoarsely, glancing up for a moment before scooting away from her. "He's got a thing for you, too, you know. Has since day one." Making love to her just now had been a fluke, he thought. And Dean needed someone... maybe moreso than he did.
She sighed very softly and shifted closer to him once more, resting her head against his chest and biting her lower lip. "I care about you both," she whispered, voice almost inaudible.
"I know you do," Sam replied softly. "It's only right that..." He cut off his words and looked up at Dean, who had turned suddenly in the doorway, looking at the two of them.
She turned to see what he was looking at, and froze when she met Dean's eyes, her heart thumping heavily against her chest.
Dean saw the confusion and arousal in her eyes and frowned slightly. First, she was threatening to beat him with a bat, and then... she was practically begging him to stay? He literally scratched his head, perplexed.
Looking at his brother, Sam slid off the bed and stood up, using the sheet to cover his body. "She's got a thing for you," he replied with a smirk. "And it's not like we have a commitment or anything."
Hurt by his words, her jaw tensed a little and she blinked back the tears that suddenly burned in her eyes. She lay on the bed alone. "Yeah, clearly I'm just a whore so I guess that makes it your turn, Dean."
"Whoa, wait just a damn minute," Dean protested, glaring at Sam. "That's so not what I had in mind."
She didn't reply, slowly climbing from the bed with the blanket wrapped around her. She didn't look at either of them as she grabbed her clothes off the floor and headed for the bathroom.
"Nice job, Romeo," Dean retorted, watching her slam the bathroom door behind her, not looking at Sam. "See what happens when you don't lock the door?" Secretly, Dean was jealous as hell that Chloe had chosen his brother over him, but what could he do about it?
Sam scowled. "Maybe you should try knocking once in awhile, Dean!" He looked toward the bathroom door, cringing.
"Why the hell should I knock on my own damn door?!" he shouted in response, taking several steps towards the bathroom. "This is my room, too!"
At that moment, Chloe reappeared, fully dressed. Her eyes were red-rimmed from trying not to cry. "I'll be gone in the morning," she muttered, heading for the door.
"Whoa, wait a minute, Chloe," Sam replied immediately, leaving his shirt unbuttoned as he blocked her escape. "I don't want you to leave."
Dean looked away, a pained expression on his face. "Neither do I," he whispered, his voice quiet and sincere.
She didn't look at either of them. "I'm not gonna be what comes between the two of you," she whispered. "It's better this way."
Dean was the one who moved close to her. "You're not going to get between us," he whispered, running his hands up her arms. "Can't help it if we both happen to love you." He started, surprised the words had spilled out of his mouth. He meant it, though.
Sam looked at his brother but nodded. "It's true, Chloe," he whispered. "You leave, and... we'll kill each other. Literally."
Chloe opened her mouth but couldn't find the words to respond. She looked between them, shocked and shaken. "And I have feelings for both of you but..." She shook her head, her eyes still wide.
Sam stared at the floor, feeling stupid. "You don't feel the same way... because of that damn guy."
She shut her eyes, her heart sinking. "I meant...how would this even work?" she whispered uncertainly.
"We'll find a way," Dean replied, his hands still touching her arms. "Don't you at least want to see what could happen?"
Chloe slowly opened her eyes to look at him, then shifted her gaze to look at Sam, her eyes questioning.
At this point, Sam wanted Chloe. He wanted her, and if he had to share her with Dean until she decided, then he was okay with that. He smiled at her, a glint in his eyes as his gaze trailed down her body once more.
She felt her cheeks flush at the way he looked at her and she swallowed hard, looking at Dean once more as her mind began to spin with possibilities that she'd never considered before. "Yeah. I do."
Dean turned on the charm, giving her a lazy, sensual smile. "Sammy, you wanna go check out that thing... outside?" He gazed intently at her, his body aroused at the look in her eyes.
Smirking, Sam shook his head. "No way. You walked in on us. It's only fair that I stick around for the show." He couldn't believe those words flew out of his mouth, but at the same time, he honestly wondered what made Chloe have feelings for his brother.
Her cheeks flushed even more. And the words that left her mouth next shocked all three of them. "You could always join in."
Go to Part Two
Authors: clarksmuseand xtremeroswellia
Fandoms: Supernatural/Smallville
Pairing: Sam/Chloe
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: #4 -- caught for sam_slut_a_thon
Disclaimer: We don’t own these characters. Please don’t sue. We’re just having fun.
Chloe slid her hands over Sam's t-shirt, looking up at him intently as they stood just inside the motel room. She felt his breath catch in his throat and smiled faintly. It was nice to know she had the same effect on him that he had on her.
Sam knew the moment she touched him that she had been thinking the same thing he had all afternoon. Unlike her, however, he was still a little shy in showing it. His cheeks colored slightly, the result of his body's arousal to her touch, he thought. He slid his massive hands up her slender arms and smiled secretly. "We got some time to kill. Dean's out tinkering with the Impala."
She shifted closer to him, tilting her head up a little. "This has been a nice change," she said softly.
He chuckled slightly, his skin sensitized to her touch. "Time alone? It's unheard of."
"Actually I meant..." She bit her lip, chiding herself for ruining the moment. "Yeah, it is nice."
His eyes clouded over a little, but he forgot her words when she moved close to him, sliding her hands underneath his shirt, nearly making him weak-kneed with the intensity of pleasure her touch provided. "Too nice to pass up," he replied, dragging her lips to meet his.
She groaned softly, reaching up to touch his face as she returned the kiss, her eyes drifting shut.
Sam carefully picked her up, swinging her into his arms and carried her to the bed he had been sleeping in alone up until this point. Pressing her back into the mattress, Sam whispered, "Let me." Pulling her hands above her, he tugged at her shirt, peeling it off her body.
She shivered as the cool air hit her exposed skin and she held her breath, gazing up at him. "Hi," she whispered, suddenly feeling shy.
His warm eyes darkened with desire. "Hi," he repeated back to her, his hands on her cheeks. He kissed her gently, moving his lips across hers while his hands searched clumsily for the clasp of her bra.
She closed her eyes once more, the heat from his body warming her own. "It's uh...it's in front," she whispered, a faint smile tugging at her lips again. She returned the kiss with the gentle intensity she felt for him. She'd been on the road with them for three months and it had taken that long to figure out how smothered she'd been feeling in Kansas.
And the truth was, she cared very deeply for both of the Winchester brothers, felt like there was some odd connection between them. With Sam, that connection was very much rooted in emotional attachment: they'd bonded almost instantly. She and Dean had grown on each other over the weeks though they'd hit it off immediately--their mutual sense of sarcasm and love for the bizarre had prompted Dean to ask her to go with them.
Sam broke their kiss and smiled shyly, his hands moving to the valley between her breasts, where he fumbled with the clasp a little before opening her bra, revealing her round, pert breasts to his heated gaze. It had been awhile, he'd secretly admitted, but the lust that pounded into his body looking at her was overpowering. Groaning, he lowered his body onto hers and bent his dark, shaggy head into her neck, licking her skin as he trailed heated kisses along her collarbone, then down to her nipple.
She swallowed hard, sliding one hand to the back of his neck and gently stroking her fingers over his skin, the breath catching in her throat. His lips were soft, gentle against her skin, just as she'd imagined Sam would be.
He heard her sigh and looked up, confusion marring his features. "You okay?" he whispered, smiling a little, somehow knowing the answer to his question. Chloe had a look of intense need but utter serenity on her face. He had never seen anything like it before, which only aroused him more. His cock strained against his fly, yearning to feel her wet heat surrounding him.
"Yeah, I'm good," she whispered back, returning his soft smile. "Sam?"
He squeezed her breast gently, though his eyes remained glued to her face. "Yeah?"
"Make love to me," she said softly, reaching up to touch his cheek.
He smiled, his cheeks dimpling with his wide grin. "I think I can do that," he replied, watching her eyes grow wide when his thumb flicked over her taut nipple. He moved over her, sitting up to take off his shirt, his muscles moving and stretching as he pulled his shirt over his head.
Chloe watched him intently, slowly reaching out and sliding her hands over his chest as she sat up enough to kiss his collarbone.
He groaned and watched her hands smooth over his chest, leaving prickles of intense pleasure in their wake. He colored in embarassment as he wondered what she was thinking. "I know I'm not my brother, but... do you like what you see?" His leaned down, putting his hands on either side of her body, gazing at her intently.
"Hey," she whispered, lifting a hand to his cheek again. "You can't go around comparing yourself to someone else, Sam. And...I love what I see." She held his gaze.
Sam fought back a cheesy smile unsuccessfully. "You... do?" He glanced down at her body, at the small space separating her from him. "I do, too."
She couldn't help but smile at the sight of his smile. It lit up his whole face, his hazel eyes brightening. "Yeah, I do." She kissed him softly.
Licking her bottom lip gently, Sam fought against the tide of sensations she had created in him, just because she wanted him, loved what she saw. His tongue slipped into her open mouth, causing both to moan, as he held her close and rolled onto his back, giving her free access to his body.
She moaned softly as she found herself on top of him, breaking their kiss in order to explore his body with her eyes and hands. Her eyes twinkled as she slid her hands down his chest again, moving them to rest lightly on his ribcage. She slowly leaned down and kissed his collarbone, trailing her lips down to his abdomen.
Sam held onto her hips while he bit back a loud moan. She teased a wet trail to where his jeans met his skin. He looked down at her and noticed a twinkle in her eyes he had never seen before.
Chloe smiled at him and slowly unbuttoned the button on his jeans, easing the zipper down, watching him.
Her eyes were hot and determined, but his head fell back into the pillows when he felt his hard cock spring from his jeans. He took his hands from her body to shove his jeans and boxers off his hips before she wrapped a gentle hand around him. "Chloe," he moaned loudly, her light touch an intense torture.
She slowly slid her hand over his length, her heart beating quickly in her chest. "I've only...been with one person before," she admitted softly as she gazed at him.
Sam acknowledged her words with a nod. "It's... okay," he ground out, feeling the tension rise in his body with every soft stroke of her hand. "I won't... hurt you... God..."
"I know you won't," she whispered, reluctantly releasing him and sliding her body against his, dipping her head to kiss him softly.
He buried his hands in her hair, kissing her deeply, their tongues meeting and stroking. His cock bumped against her legs, suddenly impatient to be inside her. He pulled away and looked at her. "Ever been... on top before?" he asked, a slight blush creeping across his features.
A faint blush stained her cheeks as well and she shook her head a little. "No," she admitted softly.
Kissing her gently, he smiled. "Want to try it out now?" He gazed at her intently, running his large paws across her cheeks, brushing his fingers along her jaw line as his palms moved towards her breasts. He wanted so much for her to enjoy this, but not unless she wanted the same. He knew she'd been hurt in the past, so he wanted this to be... memorable.
A faint smile touched her lips, as well. "Yeah." She lowered her head down and kissed his chest softly, her hair spilling across his skin.
He hissed, her hair brushing against his overly sensitized skin. His hands reached for her hips and squeezed them again. "I need something..." he began, trying to get out his words but shuddering when she lightly bit one of his male nipples.
A smile tugged at her lips as she pulled away to look at him, reaching over and pulling a condom from the bedside table. "Like this?"
He smirked and took it from her. "You put this here?" he asked, groaning when she scooted off him, brushing her wetness against his hard cock.
Her cheeks flushed again. "Maybe."
"Either that or Dean was hoping to get lucky." He handed her the opened foil with a pleased grin on his face. Her hands shook slightly but she slid it over him gently, the blush in her cheeks making him hard as a rock.
Swallowing hard, she rested her hands against his chest, a little uncertain about how exactly to proceed.
"Come here," he whispered, taking her waist gently and moving her above him, her opening wet and ready. Her folds brushed his tip and he felt her warm body waiting for him. Staring at her intently, he gently guided her onto him, slowly, watching her eyes widen at the gentle pressure. He made him body wait for her, letting her adjust to him inch by torturous inch, until he had completely filled her.
Her eyes closed for a moment, and then she opened them slowly, gazing into his eyes. She slowly rocked her hips against him, the breath catching in her throat.
Sam swallowed hard, lifting his hips slowly as she rocked against him, riding slowly. His hands kept on her hips, guiding her while she moved, still a little uncertain. "Chloe," he groaned softly, watching her intense green eyes grow dark with desire, "you got me, so... ride me."
Her eyes widened a little in surprise at his words, but she rested her hands against his chest for leverage and rocked against him harder, crying out softly when he thrust up into her.
Moving with her, Sam felt the beginnings of her climax, her body writhing against his as they moved faster. He felt her inner walls stroking his body, watched her head fall back in agony, eyes closed and mouth open, moaning loudly. The sounds coming from her made him spasm and jerk, his body nearing climax.
They were so focused on each other that neither saw the door swing open. "Sam, I need your help with..." Dean's voice dropped off as he gaped at the scene in front of him, watching Chloe bounce on his brother, her face contorted in a pleasurable experience that only meant one thing: she was nearing climax.
Distantly she heard Dean's voice but her mind was so clouded with urgent-filled need and desire she somehow blocked it out, crying out Sam's name as she hit her peak, shuddering against him.
Nothing on Heaven or in Hell could have kept Sam from climaxing, not even knowing his brother was watching them fuck each other blind. With one last thrust, he came, spilling himself into the condom, his face contorted in pleasurable pain as he felt her body cool and collapse against him.
Dean leaned against the wall and smirked, slamming the door behind him. A cheesy smirk crossed his lips. "Didn't anyone tell you to lock the door, Sam, when you're getting busy with a hot chick?" His eyes roamed over Chloe's naked body, honing in on her breasts, that part of her anatomy he had always wanted to touch.
Startled, Sam looked up and hurriedly groped for something to cover them. "God, Dean, don't you knock?"
Chloe yanked the covers over her head quickly, humiliated. "It is partially his room," she whispered, kicking herself for not locking the door herself.
"Then maybe it's time I got my own," Sam retorted, scooting his body in front of Chloe's, shielding her body from his brother's wandering eyes.
Dean waved a hand, though his gaze was fixed on her shapely thighs peeking out from under the sheet. "Why? All you have to do is give me advanced warning and I'll..." He looked over at the table by the bed and frowned. "Oh, you're using my condoms now?"
She groaned, burying her face against Sam's neck. "I'll buy you another box!"
"Two boxes," Sam insisted, glaring at Dean, "if you'd just... go away for a little while longer."
Walking around the room, Dean caught sight of Chloe's naked back and practically drooled. "Let me watch next time and I'll buy the condoms myself."
Chloe's eyes widened in utter shock. "Excuse me?" She yanked the blanket more firmly around her body and stared at him.
Groaning in horror, Sam rolled his eyes. "Dude, this isn't like a porn channel, okay? God, you're a pervert." More than usual, he realized, feeling Chloe tense behind him.
Smirking, Dean continued, undeterred. "Oh come on, it's not like it's the first time I've... watched." His smile became dazzling and lustful as he watched the blush creep into her face. "In fact, she might want me over you, Sammy."
Sam blinked, surprised and hurt. "Dammit, Dean, this isn't funny."
She glared at Dean, sensing Sam's hurt at his words. She stroked a hand lightly over his chest and placed a soft kiss against the back of his head. "Your brother's freaky," she whispered against his ear.
"You have no idea," he whispered, leaning into her caress, though his eyes remained on Dean. There was nothing he could say to his brother: the one thing he had always wondered was what would happen if he ever did have a girlfriend. Always there was the fear Dean would try to take her away from him. Funny how he was trying to do just that.
"You're not...going away, are you?" She looked at Dean again, her eyes narrowed.
Dean smirked. "What, you've been checking me out for three months now, and here you are... with Sam? Don't I get the chance to hit on you?"
Sam sighed and closed his eyes.
"If you don't exit stage left right now, I'm going to hit on you. With a baseball bat," she informed him, not a hint of kidding in her voice.
"Fine, I'm going," Dean replied, his voice faintly disappointed. He turned on his heel and started for the door.
A flash of guilt washed over her as she watched him leave, then wondered why she felt guilty: he was the one who'd walked in on her and Sam and had been a pig about it. A shiver worked its way up her spine and she looked back at Sam, feeling conflicted.
"You do what you want to," Sam whispered a little hoarsely, glancing up for a moment before scooting away from her. "He's got a thing for you, too, you know. Has since day one." Making love to her just now had been a fluke, he thought. And Dean needed someone... maybe moreso than he did.
She sighed very softly and shifted closer to him once more, resting her head against his chest and biting her lower lip. "I care about you both," she whispered, voice almost inaudible.
"I know you do," Sam replied softly. "It's only right that..." He cut off his words and looked up at Dean, who had turned suddenly in the doorway, looking at the two of them.
She turned to see what he was looking at, and froze when she met Dean's eyes, her heart thumping heavily against her chest.
Dean saw the confusion and arousal in her eyes and frowned slightly. First, she was threatening to beat him with a bat, and then... she was practically begging him to stay? He literally scratched his head, perplexed.
Looking at his brother, Sam slid off the bed and stood up, using the sheet to cover his body. "She's got a thing for you," he replied with a smirk. "And it's not like we have a commitment or anything."
Hurt by his words, her jaw tensed a little and she blinked back the tears that suddenly burned in her eyes. She lay on the bed alone. "Yeah, clearly I'm just a whore so I guess that makes it your turn, Dean."
"Whoa, wait just a damn minute," Dean protested, glaring at Sam. "That's so not what I had in mind."
She didn't reply, slowly climbing from the bed with the blanket wrapped around her. She didn't look at either of them as she grabbed her clothes off the floor and headed for the bathroom.
"Nice job, Romeo," Dean retorted, watching her slam the bathroom door behind her, not looking at Sam. "See what happens when you don't lock the door?" Secretly, Dean was jealous as hell that Chloe had chosen his brother over him, but what could he do about it?
Sam scowled. "Maybe you should try knocking once in awhile, Dean!" He looked toward the bathroom door, cringing.
"Why the hell should I knock on my own damn door?!" he shouted in response, taking several steps towards the bathroom. "This is my room, too!"
At that moment, Chloe reappeared, fully dressed. Her eyes were red-rimmed from trying not to cry. "I'll be gone in the morning," she muttered, heading for the door.
"Whoa, wait a minute, Chloe," Sam replied immediately, leaving his shirt unbuttoned as he blocked her escape. "I don't want you to leave."
Dean looked away, a pained expression on his face. "Neither do I," he whispered, his voice quiet and sincere.
She didn't look at either of them. "I'm not gonna be what comes between the two of you," she whispered. "It's better this way."
Dean was the one who moved close to her. "You're not going to get between us," he whispered, running his hands up her arms. "Can't help it if we both happen to love you." He started, surprised the words had spilled out of his mouth. He meant it, though.
Sam looked at his brother but nodded. "It's true, Chloe," he whispered. "You leave, and... we'll kill each other. Literally."
Chloe opened her mouth but couldn't find the words to respond. She looked between them, shocked and shaken. "And I have feelings for both of you but..." She shook her head, her eyes still wide.
Sam stared at the floor, feeling stupid. "You don't feel the same way... because of that damn guy."
She shut her eyes, her heart sinking. "I meant...how would this even work?" she whispered uncertainly.
"We'll find a way," Dean replied, his hands still touching her arms. "Don't you at least want to see what could happen?"
Chloe slowly opened her eyes to look at him, then shifted her gaze to look at Sam, her eyes questioning.
At this point, Sam wanted Chloe. He wanted her, and if he had to share her with Dean until she decided, then he was okay with that. He smiled at her, a glint in his eyes as his gaze trailed down her body once more.
She felt her cheeks flush at the way he looked at her and she swallowed hard, looking at Dean once more as her mind began to spin with possibilities that she'd never considered before. "Yeah. I do."
Dean turned on the charm, giving her a lazy, sensual smile. "Sammy, you wanna go check out that thing... outside?" He gazed intently at her, his body aroused at the look in her eyes.
Smirking, Sam shook his head. "No way. You walked in on us. It's only fair that I stick around for the show." He couldn't believe those words flew out of his mouth, but at the same time, he honestly wondered what made Chloe have feelings for his brother.
Her cheeks flushed even more. And the words that left her mouth next shocked all three of them. "You could always join in."
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