SPN/SV Fic: Down and Dirty (2/2)
Title: Down and Dirty (2/2)
Authors: clarksmuseand xtremeroswellia
Fandoms: Supernatural/Smallville
Pairing: Sam/Chloe/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: #20 -- Writer's Choice -- for sam_slut_a_thon
Disclaimer: We don’t own these characters. Please don’t sue. We’re just having fun.
A/N: This is our first attempt at writing a threesome, so please be kind in giving feedback. :p Note: This is all het. No wincest. We don't swing that way. ;)
PART ONE
Sam's jaw nearly fell to the floor, though Dean merely smirked. "What, are you serious, Chloe?" Sam asked, a little flabbergasted at the thought... even as his body hardened at the thought of watching her in the throes of another climax.
Dean hid his surprise a little better. "You're perfect, you know that?" he whispered in her ear, biting her earlobe gently.
She shivered involuntarily, meeting Sam's shocked gaze. "I never thought about it before, but..."
"You now want to be the meat in a Winchester sandwich?" Sam was beginning to wonder if he was possessed, saying these things. And damn if his body didn't want her again, no matter what he had to do.
Dean rolled his eyes. "God, Sam, that's such a pansy ass thing to say."
A chuckle escaped her at Sam's words and she smacked Dean's arm lightly. "Be nice to your brother."
"Yeah, Dean, especially if the lady wants both of us to make her happy." Sam gazed at Chloe intently, marveling at her sudden aggressiveness.
She held his gaze, trying to figure out if he was really okay with this idea. Her own head was still spinning at the thought and she felt a little weak-kneed.
"If you two need to be alone to work this out..." Dean started, though he hadn't stopped touching her. One hand brushed against her stomach, reaching for the hem of her shirt, slipping underneath to touch her soft skin.
She groaned softly, not expecting his touch to be so light. She licked her lips, turning her gaze to Dean again, her heart beating quickly in her chest.
Carefully, Sam sat down on the edge of the bed, not taking his eyes off her. "Dean, bring her here," he whispered hoarsely, holding out a hand.
Her skin was like silk, Dean thought, his fingertips grazing her bellybutton, a satisfied look on his face watching her eyes growing dark with desire. Grabbing her arm, he turned her to Sam but whispered inaudibly, "Sam might make you melt, but I'll make you burn with my lovin'."
She closed her eyes at his words, her skin tingling where his hand rested against her arm even as he guided her to Sam. Her body was flushed with heat as she slowly sat down on Sam's lap, gazing at him intently.
Sam's hands cupped her ass as he smiled, touching his forehead to hers gently before kissing her lips, playing with her mouth, fingers digging slightly into her flesh gently.
Dean used this golden opportunity to slip both hands underneath her shirt and cup her breasts from behind her, closing his eyes while he massaged them, bringing her nipples to taut peaks quickly.
Chloe moaned softly against Sam's mouth, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.
Leaning in, Dean kissed the back of her neck, his hands caressing her soft, full beasts. He heard her groan and smiled. "How's that feel, beautiful?" he asked softly.
Still unsure of himself, Sam pulled back and looked at her. "Chloe," he asked, seeing the arousal in her eyes. "you sure about this?"
She gazed at him, swallowing hard and nodding despite her nervousness. "I'm sure."
He smiled faintly, then, his eyes filled with interest. No way could he pass this up now. "Then move off me a second." When she did, he scooted back against the headboard, his long legs sprawled in front of him, hand held out to her.
Chloe leaned back against Dean for a moment before moving around the bed and sliding her hand into Sam's slowly, holding his gaze.
Sam pulled Chloe back onto the bed while Dean moved onto it behind her, shedding his jacket and shirt as he did. "Lean against Dean," he whispered, positioning her so she was sandwiched between them. Sitting up, Sam then pulled her shirt over her head.
Dean's skin grazed against hers, making him shiver with tension. He slid his hands up her arms, turning her face to his and kissing her soundly, tongue seeking entrance to her mouth.
She kissed him back, lifting one hand to his face and deepening the kiss and groaning softly when she felt Sam's fingers brush over her bra.
Sam opened the front clasp and watched her breasts slide out of it. Dean helped her pull it off while Sam leaned in, taking a nipple in his mouth and lapping it gently.
Dean's hands moved along her back, his mouth melding with hers. He groaned loudly, his body hard and demanding. He ground into her back urgently.
She whimpered softly, the sensations already beginning to overwhelm her. She tangled one hand in Sam's hair, pulling him closer as she nibbled lightly on Dean's lip, feeling his erection pressing against her ass.
Sam's hands wandered down to the fly of her jeans, fumbling with the zipper. "Dean, pick Chloe up," he grunted, wanting to feel her heat against his skin.
Dean let go of her mouth, catching her under the arms and raising her up, grinning at the view of her ass when her jeans slid off her body. "Damn, beautiful doesn't explain you," he muttered, licking his lips.
She flushed, ducking her head a little. "Yeah right," she whispered almost inaudibly.
"Hey, you have two men making love to you," Sam pointed out, putting a finger into her and groaning, his own erection pressing against his fly. "What other proof do you need?"
Dean smiled as he watched her head drop back against his shoulder, moaning as she rode Sam's finger slowly, her hips rocking the bed a little. He put his arms around her and caressed her breasts, playing with her nipples, while he kissed and bit her neck a little.
She groaned softly, her body feeling like it was on fire as she felt Sam slide a second finger into her. The breath caught in her throat when Dean's teeth scraped lightly over her neck, his fingers tugging lightly at her nipples. It was the most sensual kind of torture she'd ever experienced.
Enraptured by the look on her face, Sam whispered, "Who do you want, Chloe?" He deliberately twisted his fingers, watching her body jerk in response, watching her push herself into Dean's hands.
"Both of you," she whimpered, her voice strained with need.
A seductive smile tugged at Sam's lips, though he didn't speak. He moved his fingers over her clit, rubbing gently, watching her body nearly spasm.
Groaning over the noises she was making, Dean moved away from her long enough to unzip his fly. "Here, let me," he whispered, kissing her neck.
She bit down hard on her lip at the loss of Dean's warm body against hers and felt light-headed as the pressure inside her body continued to build rapidly as Sam touched her. She watched his face, reaching out and resting her hands on his legs.
"You sure you're okay with this?" Sam whispered gently, feeling her inner walls contract with need, his fingers moving inside her slowly. Their faces were close, lips inches apart.
"Sam, we're trading places," Dean replied matter-of-factly, tugging off his jeans and reaching for a condom from the stand. His eyes devoured Chloe's perfect body moving, her face flushed with arousal.
Chloe whimpered as he removed his fingers from her body and she leaned closer, kissing him softly. "I'm okay," she whispered against his mouth.
Slipping a hand between them, Sam stroked her belly gently before moving away from her, letting Dean take his place. Sam quickly slipped out of his jeans and sat behind her, pulling her against his chest.
She leaned back against him, covering his arms with her own and nuzzling his neck as Dean slid onto the bed in front of her. She gazed at him intently, a little overwhelmed by the hunger in his eyes.
"Chloe," Dean whispered, gazing at her naked body, his cock hard with need for her. He suddenly felt like this was much more than just sex. He wanted her to know that, too, but he didn't know how. Leaning into her, he brushed his lips against hers gently, keeping his eyes open and locked on hers. "Beautiful," he whispered, his hands gliding up her thighs.
She drew in a breath, kissing him lightly at first and then with more intensity as their tongues met. His touches sent sparks of heated energy flood through her body, making her shudder involuntarily.
Sam nibbled on her neck, holding her to him as she kissed his brother. His arousal brushed against her back and he shuddered against her.
Stroking her wet core as he kissed her, Dean whispered, "I want you, Chloe."
She whimpered, biting down lightly on his lip as she wound her arms around his neck. "Now, please," she murmured against his ear.
Shuddering with desire, Dean ripped open the foil wrapper and slipped it on his hard cock, tilting her hips up and towards him. He glided her core to his tip, where he slid into her slowly, watching her shut her eyes and lean back against Sam.
Chloe slid her arms behind her, wrapping them around Sam's waist as she wound her legs around Dean's.
Sam knew she wouldn't last long, not with Dean slowly pounding into her and his own hands still torturing her nipples, squeezing and smoothing his fingers on her skin. His cock ached to be inside her, and her back moving against him wasn't helping, either. He slipped one hand between them and stroked his cock gently, trying to keep a rein on his body while his brother made love to her.
A moan escaped her and she bit down hard on her lip as she lifted her hips to meet Dean halfway, the movement forcing him deeper within her body. Her body was covered in a thin film of sweat, pleasure spiraling within her.
Groaning, Dean moved harder into her, his teeth tensing as he neared his climax. He stared at the woman beneath him, her body writing, struggling to get closer to him yet remain against Sam's chest. Sam continued his onslaught on her neck before turning her face to his, kissing her urgently.
Her nails dug lightly into Sam's back as she returned the kiss, a soft scream escaping her as her climax hit. She tightened her legs around Dean's waist, her body rigid as he rode her through it.
Feeling her spasm around his rigid cock, Dean picked up the pace, thrusting into her hard and sure, crying out loudly when she pounded on his hardness, making him come in one long hard action.
Sam felt her shudder against him and groaned, wishing he could have her to himself again. Wondering, now that she'd been with both of them... His kisses became urgent and demanding, helping her through her release.
She whimpered softly against his mouth, sensing the need and desperation in his kisses and returning it with her own urgency.
Dean pulled out of her and brought her to him the second she stopped kissing Sam. Taking her into his arms, he laid back with her, putting her on her knees and looking into her eyes. She was still shaking from her climax, but there was an almost feral look in her eyes. "You ready for Sam?" he whispered, stroking her hair.
Chloe nodded, a shudder running through her as she kissed him on the mouth, a little taken aback by such an intimate gesture for Dean. She certainly hadn't pegged him for the kind to enjoy cuddling.
Sam rested on his knees, scooting himself towards Chloe and grasping her hips gently. He grabbed another condom off the night table, ripped it open quickly and slid it on before entering her in a long, hard thrust. He winced a little at her sudden tensing, as if she wasn't expecting this again so soon. He held himself still in her for a moment, willing himself to let her get used to him again.
She held her breath for a moment, willing herself to relax again as she buried her face against Dean's neck. The position and the angle were new to her and she couldn't help feeling a little uncertain even though she knew Sam wouldn't hurt her.
Dean stroked her sides carefully, kissing her neck and burying his nose into her hair, inhaling her distinctly feminine scent. He thought he might lose himself in her, which troubled him more than he wanted to say.
Sam closed his eyes and swallowed hard. "I can't do this to you," he whispered, almost inaudibly, overtaken by a desire to move out of her and let her go.
"I'm okay, Sam," she whispered. "Please." She turned her head to look at him.
Reluctantly, he nodded and moved inside her slowly, shutting his eyes against the painful pleasure her body gave him. He groaned a little, his rhythm becoming hard and jagged very quickly.
Chloe rocked back against him, her hands resting on Dean's shoulders for support, biting down on her lower lip with her eyes shut tightly as Sam thrust into her from behind.
"Chloe," Sam grunted softly, his breath coming in sharp gasps as he felt her body rise against his, another climax waiting for them both. One hand crept between her legs and played with her clit, sending her body into spasms against him as she came once more.
"You're perfect," Dean was growling in her ear, listening to the noises she was making, the sounds of her climax, and smiling secretively. "You put me in my place with your delicious mouth, but Sam loves you. I only wish..." He sighed. He only wished they could actually share her.
"Wish what?" she whispered, her body finally going limp from pleasure and exhaustion. She reluctantly rolled off Dean so she was lying beside him and with one hand reached for Sam, motioning him to lie down on her other side.
He saw Sam scoot behind Chloe, saw some movement while he took off the used condom and disposed of it in the trash can beside the bed, pull Chloe into a warm embrace. Dean kissed her gently and stroked her cheek. "I wish there were two of you," he admitted quietly, looking at his brother in silent acknowledgement.
Chloe was silent for a moment, content to lie between them, the heat from both of their bodies warming her own. "Does there need to be?" she asked very softly.
Dean's eyes furrowed. "What are you saying?" he whispered, his hand trailing to her lips, thumbing her lower lip.
Sam merely put his face into the back of her neck and sighed softly. He was too afraid to speak, for fear of what words might spill out.
She kissed his thumb softly, covering Sam's arm with her own and suddenly feeling shy. She dropped her gaze, hesitating.
Sam kissed her skin, whispering, "I love you." The thing was, he knew Dean loved her, too. Lifting his head a little, he met his brother’s eyes and replied, "I think Chloe's trying to tell us that... she wants us both, Dean."
A smile tugged at Dean's lips, his fingers stroking her lips. "Seriously?"
"Would that be too weird?" she whispered uncertainly.
"I don't know," Dean stated, a wry smile forming. "Think you can handle us?"
"Dean," Sam groaned, burying his face into Chloe's shoulder blades, his face red from embarassment.
Chloe smirked at him. "If anyone can, I'd say it's me," she quipped.
"Then, I'm down with it." Dean let his eyes drift downward, a glint in his eyes as he gazed at her flawless body. "With or without the Geek Wonder."
Sam tensed from behind Chloe, not sure at all what do say.
She pressed a kiss against Sam's arm, then slowly turned to face him, searching his eyes. "Sam?"
His gaze shifted to look into her concerned yet determined eyes. No doubt about it: Sam Winchester was afraid, though he refused to show it. Fearful he would lose to his older brother, who had always been easier with winning over women than he had. Watching Chloe turn from him to his brother wasn't something he wanted to see. "I don't want to lose you," he whispered, almost inaudibly.
Dean groaned and rolled onto his back, letting out a breath. Trust his brother to ruin the moment.
She touched his cheek and pressed a soft kiss against his lips. "You won't," she whispered back.
"How do you know?" Sam replied, his voice uncertain. "Dean's better at... well, he's good with the whole getting laid thing."
"Hey, Sam," Dean called, "maybe that's because you never tried before." His irritation hid the concern that crept into his stomach. Damn if he didn't suddenly feel like a heel for walking in on them to begin with.
"Guys. Hey, stop." She slowly sat up, pulling the sheet up around her and resting one hand on Sam's arm and one on Dean's. "Look, cheesy as this probably sounds...this isn't just about sex for me." Her voice was quiet.
Dean blinked and sat up to look at her. "No?"
"What's it about, Chloe?" Sam asked at the same time, their voices overlapping, the confusion in their voices evident.
"I care about you both very much," she whispered, biting her lower lip. "Do you really think I woulda just jumped in a car with you and left behind my entire life if I didn't?"
Dean scratched his head, slightly amused. "And here I thought it was because you just thought we were hot."
She rolled her eyes. "Gee. Thanks, Dean."
Sam smirked and touched Chloe's arm. "Don't mind Dean. That's his way of telling you he's touched by what you said." When she turned to look at him, Sam's eyes were warm and honest. "I know I am."
Chloe smiled at him softly and she reached out and touched his cheek once more. "I know this whole thing would be weird, but..."
He grasped her arms gently, bumping his forehead against hers. "It'll only be weird if you think it is." He glanced over at his brother, his arms stretched over his head, and smirked. "Or if Dean decides to keep you all to himself."
Dean moved his head and glared at Sam. "Hey, I could do it if I wanted to... but I'm not, because I know you'd kill me, dude."
She gave Dean a look. "Actually you couldn't." A smile tugged at her lips.
"What, kill Sam or take you away?" Dean's voice sounded smug as he gazed into her amused eyes.
Sam rolled his eyes and began searching for his jeans.
"Either," she informed him.
Smirking, Dean leaned into her and kissed her, pressing his mouth to hers gently. "Good to know, because I wasn’t planning on doing either."
"Good thing, too," Sam replied with a smirk, scooting his jeans over his hips before standing up. "because otherwise, I'd resort to putting Nair in your shampoo." He winked a Chloe when she turned wide, shocked eyes in his direction.
She shook her head in amusement. She had a feeling their lives were about to get a whole lot more interesting.
Authors: clarksmuseand xtremeroswellia
Fandoms: Supernatural/Smallville
Pairing: Sam/Chloe/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: #20 -- Writer's Choice -- for sam_slut_a_thon
Disclaimer: We don’t own these characters. Please don’t sue. We’re just having fun.
A/N: This is our first attempt at writing a threesome, so please be kind in giving feedback. :p Note: This is all het. No wincest. We don't swing that way. ;)
PART ONE
Sam's jaw nearly fell to the floor, though Dean merely smirked. "What, are you serious, Chloe?" Sam asked, a little flabbergasted at the thought... even as his body hardened at the thought of watching her in the throes of another climax.
Dean hid his surprise a little better. "You're perfect, you know that?" he whispered in her ear, biting her earlobe gently.
She shivered involuntarily, meeting Sam's shocked gaze. "I never thought about it before, but..."
"You now want to be the meat in a Winchester sandwich?" Sam was beginning to wonder if he was possessed, saying these things. And damn if his body didn't want her again, no matter what he had to do.
Dean rolled his eyes. "God, Sam, that's such a pansy ass thing to say."
A chuckle escaped her at Sam's words and she smacked Dean's arm lightly. "Be nice to your brother."
"Yeah, Dean, especially if the lady wants both of us to make her happy." Sam gazed at Chloe intently, marveling at her sudden aggressiveness.
She held his gaze, trying to figure out if he was really okay with this idea. Her own head was still spinning at the thought and she felt a little weak-kneed.
"If you two need to be alone to work this out..." Dean started, though he hadn't stopped touching her. One hand brushed against her stomach, reaching for the hem of her shirt, slipping underneath to touch her soft skin.
She groaned softly, not expecting his touch to be so light. She licked her lips, turning her gaze to Dean again, her heart beating quickly in her chest.
Carefully, Sam sat down on the edge of the bed, not taking his eyes off her. "Dean, bring her here," he whispered hoarsely, holding out a hand.
Her skin was like silk, Dean thought, his fingertips grazing her bellybutton, a satisfied look on his face watching her eyes growing dark with desire. Grabbing her arm, he turned her to Sam but whispered inaudibly, "Sam might make you melt, but I'll make you burn with my lovin'."
She closed her eyes at his words, her skin tingling where his hand rested against her arm even as he guided her to Sam. Her body was flushed with heat as she slowly sat down on Sam's lap, gazing at him intently.
Sam's hands cupped her ass as he smiled, touching his forehead to hers gently before kissing her lips, playing with her mouth, fingers digging slightly into her flesh gently.
Dean used this golden opportunity to slip both hands underneath her shirt and cup her breasts from behind her, closing his eyes while he massaged them, bringing her nipples to taut peaks quickly.
Chloe moaned softly against Sam's mouth, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.
Leaning in, Dean kissed the back of her neck, his hands caressing her soft, full beasts. He heard her groan and smiled. "How's that feel, beautiful?" he asked softly.
Still unsure of himself, Sam pulled back and looked at her. "Chloe," he asked, seeing the arousal in her eyes. "you sure about this?"
She gazed at him, swallowing hard and nodding despite her nervousness. "I'm sure."
He smiled faintly, then, his eyes filled with interest. No way could he pass this up now. "Then move off me a second." When she did, he scooted back against the headboard, his long legs sprawled in front of him, hand held out to her.
Chloe leaned back against Dean for a moment before moving around the bed and sliding her hand into Sam's slowly, holding his gaze.
Sam pulled Chloe back onto the bed while Dean moved onto it behind her, shedding his jacket and shirt as he did. "Lean against Dean," he whispered, positioning her so she was sandwiched between them. Sitting up, Sam then pulled her shirt over her head.
Dean's skin grazed against hers, making him shiver with tension. He slid his hands up her arms, turning her face to his and kissing her soundly, tongue seeking entrance to her mouth.
She kissed him back, lifting one hand to his face and deepening the kiss and groaning softly when she felt Sam's fingers brush over her bra.
Sam opened the front clasp and watched her breasts slide out of it. Dean helped her pull it off while Sam leaned in, taking a nipple in his mouth and lapping it gently.
Dean's hands moved along her back, his mouth melding with hers. He groaned loudly, his body hard and demanding. He ground into her back urgently.
She whimpered softly, the sensations already beginning to overwhelm her. She tangled one hand in Sam's hair, pulling him closer as she nibbled lightly on Dean's lip, feeling his erection pressing against her ass.
Sam's hands wandered down to the fly of her jeans, fumbling with the zipper. "Dean, pick Chloe up," he grunted, wanting to feel her heat against his skin.
Dean let go of her mouth, catching her under the arms and raising her up, grinning at the view of her ass when her jeans slid off her body. "Damn, beautiful doesn't explain you," he muttered, licking his lips.
She flushed, ducking her head a little. "Yeah right," she whispered almost inaudibly.
"Hey, you have two men making love to you," Sam pointed out, putting a finger into her and groaning, his own erection pressing against his fly. "What other proof do you need?"
Dean smiled as he watched her head drop back against his shoulder, moaning as she rode Sam's finger slowly, her hips rocking the bed a little. He put his arms around her and caressed her breasts, playing with her nipples, while he kissed and bit her neck a little.
She groaned softly, her body feeling like it was on fire as she felt Sam slide a second finger into her. The breath caught in her throat when Dean's teeth scraped lightly over her neck, his fingers tugging lightly at her nipples. It was the most sensual kind of torture she'd ever experienced.
Enraptured by the look on her face, Sam whispered, "Who do you want, Chloe?" He deliberately twisted his fingers, watching her body jerk in response, watching her push herself into Dean's hands.
"Both of you," she whimpered, her voice strained with need.
A seductive smile tugged at Sam's lips, though he didn't speak. He moved his fingers over her clit, rubbing gently, watching her body nearly spasm.
Groaning over the noises she was making, Dean moved away from her long enough to unzip his fly. "Here, let me," he whispered, kissing her neck.
She bit down hard on her lip at the loss of Dean's warm body against hers and felt light-headed as the pressure inside her body continued to build rapidly as Sam touched her. She watched his face, reaching out and resting her hands on his legs.
"You sure you're okay with this?" Sam whispered gently, feeling her inner walls contract with need, his fingers moving inside her slowly. Their faces were close, lips inches apart.
"Sam, we're trading places," Dean replied matter-of-factly, tugging off his jeans and reaching for a condom from the stand. His eyes devoured Chloe's perfect body moving, her face flushed with arousal.
Chloe whimpered as he removed his fingers from her body and she leaned closer, kissing him softly. "I'm okay," she whispered against his mouth.
Slipping a hand between them, Sam stroked her belly gently before moving away from her, letting Dean take his place. Sam quickly slipped out of his jeans and sat behind her, pulling her against his chest.
She leaned back against him, covering his arms with her own and nuzzling his neck as Dean slid onto the bed in front of her. She gazed at him intently, a little overwhelmed by the hunger in his eyes.
"Chloe," Dean whispered, gazing at her naked body, his cock hard with need for her. He suddenly felt like this was much more than just sex. He wanted her to know that, too, but he didn't know how. Leaning into her, he brushed his lips against hers gently, keeping his eyes open and locked on hers. "Beautiful," he whispered, his hands gliding up her thighs.
She drew in a breath, kissing him lightly at first and then with more intensity as their tongues met. His touches sent sparks of heated energy flood through her body, making her shudder involuntarily.
Sam nibbled on her neck, holding her to him as she kissed his brother. His arousal brushed against her back and he shuddered against her.
Stroking her wet core as he kissed her, Dean whispered, "I want you, Chloe."
She whimpered, biting down lightly on his lip as she wound her arms around his neck. "Now, please," she murmured against his ear.
Shuddering with desire, Dean ripped open the foil wrapper and slipped it on his hard cock, tilting her hips up and towards him. He glided her core to his tip, where he slid into her slowly, watching her shut her eyes and lean back against Sam.
Chloe slid her arms behind her, wrapping them around Sam's waist as she wound her legs around Dean's.
Sam knew she wouldn't last long, not with Dean slowly pounding into her and his own hands still torturing her nipples, squeezing and smoothing his fingers on her skin. His cock ached to be inside her, and her back moving against him wasn't helping, either. He slipped one hand between them and stroked his cock gently, trying to keep a rein on his body while his brother made love to her.
A moan escaped her and she bit down hard on her lip as she lifted her hips to meet Dean halfway, the movement forcing him deeper within her body. Her body was covered in a thin film of sweat, pleasure spiraling within her.
Groaning, Dean moved harder into her, his teeth tensing as he neared his climax. He stared at the woman beneath him, her body writing, struggling to get closer to him yet remain against Sam's chest. Sam continued his onslaught on her neck before turning her face to his, kissing her urgently.
Her nails dug lightly into Sam's back as she returned the kiss, a soft scream escaping her as her climax hit. She tightened her legs around Dean's waist, her body rigid as he rode her through it.
Feeling her spasm around his rigid cock, Dean picked up the pace, thrusting into her hard and sure, crying out loudly when she pounded on his hardness, making him come in one long hard action.
Sam felt her shudder against him and groaned, wishing he could have her to himself again. Wondering, now that she'd been with both of them... His kisses became urgent and demanding, helping her through her release.
She whimpered softly against his mouth, sensing the need and desperation in his kisses and returning it with her own urgency.
Dean pulled out of her and brought her to him the second she stopped kissing Sam. Taking her into his arms, he laid back with her, putting her on her knees and looking into her eyes. She was still shaking from her climax, but there was an almost feral look in her eyes. "You ready for Sam?" he whispered, stroking her hair.
Chloe nodded, a shudder running through her as she kissed him on the mouth, a little taken aback by such an intimate gesture for Dean. She certainly hadn't pegged him for the kind to enjoy cuddling.
Sam rested on his knees, scooting himself towards Chloe and grasping her hips gently. He grabbed another condom off the night table, ripped it open quickly and slid it on before entering her in a long, hard thrust. He winced a little at her sudden tensing, as if she wasn't expecting this again so soon. He held himself still in her for a moment, willing himself to let her get used to him again.
She held her breath for a moment, willing herself to relax again as she buried her face against Dean's neck. The position and the angle were new to her and she couldn't help feeling a little uncertain even though she knew Sam wouldn't hurt her.
Dean stroked her sides carefully, kissing her neck and burying his nose into her hair, inhaling her distinctly feminine scent. He thought he might lose himself in her, which troubled him more than he wanted to say.
Sam closed his eyes and swallowed hard. "I can't do this to you," he whispered, almost inaudibly, overtaken by a desire to move out of her and let her go.
"I'm okay, Sam," she whispered. "Please." She turned her head to look at him.
Reluctantly, he nodded and moved inside her slowly, shutting his eyes against the painful pleasure her body gave him. He groaned a little, his rhythm becoming hard and jagged very quickly.
Chloe rocked back against him, her hands resting on Dean's shoulders for support, biting down on her lower lip with her eyes shut tightly as Sam thrust into her from behind.
"Chloe," Sam grunted softly, his breath coming in sharp gasps as he felt her body rise against his, another climax waiting for them both. One hand crept between her legs and played with her clit, sending her body into spasms against him as she came once more.
"You're perfect," Dean was growling in her ear, listening to the noises she was making, the sounds of her climax, and smiling secretively. "You put me in my place with your delicious mouth, but Sam loves you. I only wish..." He sighed. He only wished they could actually share her.
"Wish what?" she whispered, her body finally going limp from pleasure and exhaustion. She reluctantly rolled off Dean so she was lying beside him and with one hand reached for Sam, motioning him to lie down on her other side.
He saw Sam scoot behind Chloe, saw some movement while he took off the used condom and disposed of it in the trash can beside the bed, pull Chloe into a warm embrace. Dean kissed her gently and stroked her cheek. "I wish there were two of you," he admitted quietly, looking at his brother in silent acknowledgement.
Chloe was silent for a moment, content to lie between them, the heat from both of their bodies warming her own. "Does there need to be?" she asked very softly.
Dean's eyes furrowed. "What are you saying?" he whispered, his hand trailing to her lips, thumbing her lower lip.
Sam merely put his face into the back of her neck and sighed softly. He was too afraid to speak, for fear of what words might spill out.
She kissed his thumb softly, covering Sam's arm with her own and suddenly feeling shy. She dropped her gaze, hesitating.
Sam kissed her skin, whispering, "I love you." The thing was, he knew Dean loved her, too. Lifting his head a little, he met his brother’s eyes and replied, "I think Chloe's trying to tell us that... she wants us both, Dean."
A smile tugged at Dean's lips, his fingers stroking her lips. "Seriously?"
"Would that be too weird?" she whispered uncertainly.
"I don't know," Dean stated, a wry smile forming. "Think you can handle us?"
"Dean," Sam groaned, burying his face into Chloe's shoulder blades, his face red from embarassment.
Chloe smirked at him. "If anyone can, I'd say it's me," she quipped.
"Then, I'm down with it." Dean let his eyes drift downward, a glint in his eyes as he gazed at her flawless body. "With or without the Geek Wonder."
Sam tensed from behind Chloe, not sure at all what do say.
She pressed a kiss against Sam's arm, then slowly turned to face him, searching his eyes. "Sam?"
His gaze shifted to look into her concerned yet determined eyes. No doubt about it: Sam Winchester was afraid, though he refused to show it. Fearful he would lose to his older brother, who had always been easier with winning over women than he had. Watching Chloe turn from him to his brother wasn't something he wanted to see. "I don't want to lose you," he whispered, almost inaudibly.
Dean groaned and rolled onto his back, letting out a breath. Trust his brother to ruin the moment.
She touched his cheek and pressed a soft kiss against his lips. "You won't," she whispered back.
"How do you know?" Sam replied, his voice uncertain. "Dean's better at... well, he's good with the whole getting laid thing."
"Hey, Sam," Dean called, "maybe that's because you never tried before." His irritation hid the concern that crept into his stomach. Damn if he didn't suddenly feel like a heel for walking in on them to begin with.
"Guys. Hey, stop." She slowly sat up, pulling the sheet up around her and resting one hand on Sam's arm and one on Dean's. "Look, cheesy as this probably sounds...this isn't just about sex for me." Her voice was quiet.
Dean blinked and sat up to look at her. "No?"
"What's it about, Chloe?" Sam asked at the same time, their voices overlapping, the confusion in their voices evident.
"I care about you both very much," she whispered, biting her lower lip. "Do you really think I woulda just jumped in a car with you and left behind my entire life if I didn't?"
Dean scratched his head, slightly amused. "And here I thought it was because you just thought we were hot."
She rolled her eyes. "Gee. Thanks, Dean."
Sam smirked and touched Chloe's arm. "Don't mind Dean. That's his way of telling you he's touched by what you said." When she turned to look at him, Sam's eyes were warm and honest. "I know I am."
Chloe smiled at him softly and she reached out and touched his cheek once more. "I know this whole thing would be weird, but..."
He grasped her arms gently, bumping his forehead against hers. "It'll only be weird if you think it is." He glanced over at his brother, his arms stretched over his head, and smirked. "Or if Dean decides to keep you all to himself."
Dean moved his head and glared at Sam. "Hey, I could do it if I wanted to... but I'm not, because I know you'd kill me, dude."
She gave Dean a look. "Actually you couldn't." A smile tugged at her lips.
"What, kill Sam or take you away?" Dean's voice sounded smug as he gazed into her amused eyes.
Sam rolled his eyes and began searching for his jeans.
"Either," she informed him.
Smirking, Dean leaned into her and kissed her, pressing his mouth to hers gently. "Good to know, because I wasn’t planning on doing either."
"Good thing, too," Sam replied with a smirk, scooting his jeans over his hips before standing up. "because otherwise, I'd resort to putting Nair in your shampoo." He winked a Chloe when she turned wide, shocked eyes in his direction.
She shook her head in amusement. She had a feeling their lives were about to get a whole lot more interesting.