The Masquerade
Past Flames are Difficult to Extinguish
Dean's eyes hit Tristen's then quickly shot down to Sam. Good, he is still sleeping. He thought.
“What do you want Tristen?” Dean asked, not picking his eyes off of the sleeping brother in the passenger seat.
“Well Dean that is just silly. You know what I want. You.” Tristen said bluntly. His deep brown/blonde hair shimmering in the newly lit floodlights. Dean could see his eyes, a painted silver on a perpetually black world. Dean shuddered at his eyes. The same eyes that-
“You can't have me Tristen. I don't swing-” Dean began but was cut off to the sound of Tristen's voice.
“Oh, but from what I hear you do. Well more of experience than hearsay. You know you think about it Dean. Those few short days in Dallas, the month in Chicago. You feel me inside of you still.”
“NO! No I don't Tristen, never did. I didn't love you, and you don't love me. Your a nympho, thats all it is. You are like what I used to be. A sex-crazed manic. Well I am not like that anymore. I am a one person man.” Dean spat, inching closer to Tristen. His fist balling in rage.
“Well, well, well. Is this 'person' a man or woman?” Tristen retorted.
“None of your damn business, you-” Dean stopped, he hadn't noticed till the handle clicked. His eyes widening in terror.
“Dean who in the hell is this?” Sam asked hazily. His eyes trying to focus around the parking lot.
“Someone who was just leaving.” Dean spat, not taking his eyes off of Tristen.
“Oh, no Deany. I am staying for awhile. I am on a hunt and I need to stay close.”
“Wait your a hunter? No offense, but you don't look like much of one.” Sam inserted, laughing dryly under his insult.
“I assure you, I am a hunter. And a damn good one at that.” Tristen responded. “And by the way. Who are you?”
“I am-”
“He is my brother.” Dean blurted, intersecting Sam's words. “Sam this is Tristen Doles,”
“The Third.” Tristen corrected.
“Yeah, anyway. I met Tristen last year right before the scarecrow incident. He helped me get through some things.” Tristen went to speak but Dean shot him a look that purely said. 'I have a trunk full of weapons, don't make me use them on your prissy ass.' Tristen smiled at this.
“Why yes. Your brother is amazing Sam.” Sam smiled, and Tristen cocked his head.
“I know.”
“Anyway. I shall leave you brothers alone. I shall be in room 104.” Tristen said pointing to a room to the far left of the parking lot. Dean looked at his key. Dammit. He thought. 103. and with that Tristen walked to his room. Dean huffed and quickly opened the door and extracted the little baggage he owned. Sam copied him, studying Dean's movements.
The dark motel room brought Sam back to the days of traveling with Dean and his father. Back to the days of silently adoring Dean from a far, and the days of fear of John's reaction. Well now he didn't have to be scared. As much as he didn't like it John was dead and Sam was with Dean. And Sam was happy. Sam flicked on the lights as Dean strode over to the. . . king bed. Sam caught himself smiling as the room reveld everything. The bed, the desk, the gorgeous brother standing before him.
“Um, Dean I don't me to be rude but, why is there only one bed?” Sam said sarcastically.
“Because it's cheaper and such.” Dean said smiling.
“Since when do you care about money?”
“I don't. I care about you.” Dean said, as Sam walked over to plant a small kiss on his cheek. Dean wasn't satisfied. Dean quickly grabbed Sam by his bruiting shoulders and brought him down and did a tango like hold on him and kissed him. Dean's full lips meshing and contorting to create a home from Sam's. Sam deepened the kiss, pushing up against Dean's force throwing them both on the bed. Dean's hands already fighting for Sam's shirt, as Sam's hands waged war against Dean's belt buckle.
“Sam I am sorry about the Incubus.” Dean breathed into his brothers mouth.
“I said it was ok, I understand. I have slept with demons too remember.” Sam moaned out.
Dean was nearly undressed, his shirt and pants laying on the floor beside the bed. He only wore his briefs, the once that Sam loved because they created a tight hug around his cock. Dean was unbuttoning Sam's shirt. Stupid buttons. He thought. Sam was helping his hands now sliding down the patch of exposed skin from the buttons Dean had gotten undone. He glanced down at Dean's briefs, a large bulge appearing underneath. Sam quickly went to work on his pants, ripping off the Texas belt buckle and easily sliding out of his jeans as he changed positions. He pulled back Dean's briefs, Dean's large cock popping out causing Sam to smile in lust. Sam placed a passionate kiss upon Dean's 'head' and then started a flurry of sucks. Dean moaned as Sam's head rose and fell. Sam sucking faster, harder, deeper. He could feel it going to the back of his throat. Sam closed his tonsils, the force pinching the tip of Dean's 'head', bringing him closer to orgasm.
“Oh, God, Sam don't-” There was a series of knocks at the door. Sam shot up, looking at the door intently.
“Deany, Its me Tristen. Can I come in.”
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“What do you want Tristen?” Dean asked, not picking his eyes off of the sleeping brother in the passenger seat.
“Well Dean that is just silly. You know what I want. You.” Tristen said bluntly. His deep brown/blonde hair shimmering in the newly lit floodlights. Dean could see his eyes, a painted silver on a perpetually black world. Dean shuddered at his eyes. The same eyes that-
“You can't have me Tristen. I don't swing-” Dean began but was cut off to the sound of Tristen's voice.
“Oh, but from what I hear you do. Well more of experience than hearsay. You know you think about it Dean. Those few short days in Dallas, the month in Chicago. You feel me inside of you still.”
“NO! No I don't Tristen, never did. I didn't love you, and you don't love me. Your a nympho, thats all it is. You are like what I used to be. A sex-crazed manic. Well I am not like that anymore. I am a one person man.” Dean spat, inching closer to Tristen. His fist balling in rage.
“Well, well, well. Is this 'person' a man or woman?” Tristen retorted.
“None of your damn business, you-” Dean stopped, he hadn't noticed till the handle clicked. His eyes widening in terror.
“Dean who in the hell is this?” Sam asked hazily. His eyes trying to focus around the parking lot.
“Someone who was just leaving.” Dean spat, not taking his eyes off of Tristen.
“Oh, no Deany. I am staying for awhile. I am on a hunt and I need to stay close.”
“Wait your a hunter? No offense, but you don't look like much of one.” Sam inserted, laughing dryly under his insult.
“I assure you, I am a hunter. And a damn good one at that.” Tristen responded. “And by the way. Who are you?”
“I am-”
“He is my brother.” Dean blurted, intersecting Sam's words. “Sam this is Tristen Doles,”
“The Third.” Tristen corrected.
“Yeah, anyway. I met Tristen last year right before the scarecrow incident. He helped me get through some things.” Tristen went to speak but Dean shot him a look that purely said. 'I have a trunk full of weapons, don't make me use them on your prissy ass.' Tristen smiled at this.
“Why yes. Your brother is amazing Sam.” Sam smiled, and Tristen cocked his head.
“I know.”
“Anyway. I shall leave you brothers alone. I shall be in room 104.” Tristen said pointing to a room to the far left of the parking lot. Dean looked at his key. Dammit. He thought. 103. and with that Tristen walked to his room. Dean huffed and quickly opened the door and extracted the little baggage he owned. Sam copied him, studying Dean's movements.
The dark motel room brought Sam back to the days of traveling with Dean and his father. Back to the days of silently adoring Dean from a far, and the days of fear of John's reaction. Well now he didn't have to be scared. As much as he didn't like it John was dead and Sam was with Dean. And Sam was happy. Sam flicked on the lights as Dean strode over to the. . . king bed. Sam caught himself smiling as the room reveld everything. The bed, the desk, the gorgeous brother standing before him.
“Um, Dean I don't me to be rude but, why is there only one bed?” Sam said sarcastically.
“Because it's cheaper and such.” Dean said smiling.
“Since when do you care about money?”
“I don't. I care about you.” Dean said, as Sam walked over to plant a small kiss on his cheek. Dean wasn't satisfied. Dean quickly grabbed Sam by his bruiting shoulders and brought him down and did a tango like hold on him and kissed him. Dean's full lips meshing and contorting to create a home from Sam's. Sam deepened the kiss, pushing up against Dean's force throwing them both on the bed. Dean's hands already fighting for Sam's shirt, as Sam's hands waged war against Dean's belt buckle.
“Sam I am sorry about the Incubus.” Dean breathed into his brothers mouth.
“I said it was ok, I understand. I have slept with demons too remember.” Sam moaned out.
Dean was nearly undressed, his shirt and pants laying on the floor beside the bed. He only wore his briefs, the once that Sam loved because they created a tight hug around his cock. Dean was unbuttoning Sam's shirt. Stupid buttons. He thought. Sam was helping his hands now sliding down the patch of exposed skin from the buttons Dean had gotten undone. He glanced down at Dean's briefs, a large bulge appearing underneath. Sam quickly went to work on his pants, ripping off the Texas belt buckle and easily sliding out of his jeans as he changed positions. He pulled back Dean's briefs, Dean's large cock popping out causing Sam to smile in lust. Sam placed a passionate kiss upon Dean's 'head' and then started a flurry of sucks. Dean moaned as Sam's head rose and fell. Sam sucking faster, harder, deeper. He could feel it going to the back of his throat. Sam closed his tonsils, the force pinching the tip of Dean's 'head', bringing him closer to orgasm.
“Oh, God, Sam don't-” There was a series of knocks at the door. Sam shot up, looking at the door intently.
“Deany, Its me Tristen. Can I come in.”
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