Rating: NC-17
Content: M/M sex, language
Distribution: Sure, just let me know where
Disclaimer: Though I wish I did, I don't own these guys!
Summary: Crash wants the truth from Dean as to why he helped him fend off Boss Man's bully tactics...and gets more than he bargained for!
September 5, 2000
"Why'd you do that?"
Dean Malenko glanced up from his ministrations, then returned to dabbing mercurochrome on the shallow furrows on his arm and stomach. "Why'd I do what?"
Michael Lockwood, also known as Crash, stared at the impassive man in consternation for a moment. "Why'd you come to my aid? I thought you didn't like me?"
"What made you think I didn't like you?"
Michael shrugged. "Well, I thought you didn't like anybody. You never hang out with anyone in particular and seem to keep to yourself."
Dean unconsciously imitated Michael's shrug. "What can I say? I prefer my own company."
"Still, why did you help me?" he persisted.
Dean sighed in resignation, knowing he wasn't going to let up until he got an answer he was satisfied with. "Let's just say I hate bullies, okay? Especially those who like to pick on those much smaller than themselves."
Michael gazed into the dark depths of Dean's eyes and shivered at the cold emptiness there. What could make a man's eyes like that? Even though the answer was plausible enough, he couldn't help but sense that there was something else. He opened his mouth to question him further when Dean abruptly stood, dragging on his shirt and picking up his duffel bag.
"I'll see you, Michael," he muttered, brushing passed the nonplused blond and leaving the room.
"Damn!" Michael grumbled, swiftly changing and following Dean back to the hotel. He was going to get his true reason for putting himself in danger for him if it took all night!
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Dean sat back in the plush chair by the window, sipping a glass of Chianti, soft jazz playing on the radio. He gazed out into the vast darkness, broken only by the colorful lights of the city below. He always got rooms on high floors, loving the sense of freedom and power it gave him to look out onto the landscape like a god surveying his kingdom.
He was about to pour himself another glass of wine when there was a light knock on his door. Dean frowned slightly in annoyance at the interruption of his ritual, briefly considering ignoring it. But in the end, he sighed resignedly and went to the door.
"Hi, Dean."
Dean stared at Michael blankly. "What do you want?"
Michael blinked at the gruff greeting, but pushed on nonetheless. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" Dean looked at him expressionlessly for a long minute until Michael thought he'd just slam the door in his face. But finally, he spun on his heel back into the room, sinking into his chair and splashing more wine into his glass. Michael stepped inside tentatively, shutting the door quietly behind him. He stood there for a moment, gathering his nerve before walking over to the other chair opposite Dean. He sat gingerly on the edge, watching the other man intently.
"So, what is it you wanted, Michael?"
Michael almost flinched at the sudden question delivered in that gravelly voice. "I wanted to talk to you about what you did today."
Dean rolled his eyes, taking a sip of wine and swirling it around on his tongue savoring the taste, swallowing before responding. "I thought we'd covered that already."
The little blond shook his head rapidly. "No, we didn't really. You gave me some cock and bull story about bullies and crap. But I know that's not the real reason. I want to know what is."
"And just what makes you think there's a real reason?"
Michael gave a half-shrug. "Let's jus say that I sense it."
"Hmm." Dean cast his gaze out the window, contemplating the darkness for a while before saying, "And just what is it you think I'm hiding?"
"I-I don't know," Michael stammered uncertainly. "That's why I came here...to find out."
Dean turned his head and studied the other man closely. "You really want to know, eh, Michael?"
Michael shivered at the sound of his name in that rough, yet velvety voice. He nodded hesitantly.
Dean finished his wine and set the glass down, rising to his feet and striding over to stand in front of Michael, who gaped up at him, blue eyes wide with surprise. Dean reached down, grabbing a fistful of T-shirt and pulled him to his feet, locking his other arm around Michael's back to hold him in place.
"I suppose I'm just going to have to show you, Michael," he murmured before covering the astonished blonde's mouth with his own. Dean released the hand gripping his shirt to cup his jaw, tilting it to the side to deepen the kiss, plunging his tongue into the moist depths, growling at the sound of Michael's muffled moan.
"Christ...you're so hot," Dean groaned, stealing another kiss. "So sweet and hot."
Michael was dumbfounded at the turn of events, but was he complaining? Hell no! He'd always been attracted to the ice man, but thought there was never really any chance of them getting together. But damn! This was better than his wildest fantasies...and things were only just starting! He slid his hands up Dean's chest, relishing the strong, rippling muscles beneath his palms. He linked his arms around his neck, leaning into Dean eagerly.
Dean angled Michael's head back so he could nibble under his jaw and upper throat, easing his fingers beneath his shirt to skim over the warm, satiny skin of his back, tickling them up and down his spine.
Michael trembled at Dean's touch, seeking to find his lips again, whimpering when he evaded him, whipping his shirt off over his head, quickly followed by his own.
"Relax, baby," Dean purred, caressing his thumbs over the other man's nipples, watching them grow stiff. "I plan to take my time exploring you to the fullest. I want to taste, touch, kiss every inch of your delectable little body...and you're not going to rush me."
Michael shuddered at his words, a delicious heat and languor creeping through him. He squeaked when Dean abruptly bent and swept him up in his arms and carried him to the bed with an easy strength that awed Michael. He was placed gently in the center, crawling to join him, immediately working on his jeans, yanking them off, along with his shoes and boxers. Michael flushed brightly as Dean sat back on his haunches and scrutinized every inch of his soon-to-be-lover. He couldn't read any emotion on Dean's face and was worried that he didn't like what he saw...that was, until Dean leaned down and kissed him fiercely, moving to lie half-atop him, grinding his arousal into Michael's hip.
"Finish undressing me, baby," Dean whispered, rolling onto his back, legs slightly parted.
Michael rose onto his knees, resting his fingers on the waistband of Dean's sweats. He hooked them into the elastic and tugged them down and off, gasping when he realized that Dean wore no underwear. His eyes fastened on the large shaft standing tall from dark curls. He reached out and tentatively settled his index finger on the tip, collecting the drops of moisture that had gathered there. He locked eyes with Dean before slowly bringing his finger to his lips, drawing it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, cleaning it as Dean watched.
Dean sucked in a sharp breath, unbelievably turned on by the sight before him. "Come here, Michael," he growled, holding out his arms to which Michael wasted no time in filling. Dean twisted his hand in the blonde's hair, jerking it back so he could explore his throat, scraping his teeth along the tender cord, suckling on the spot where neck and shoulder met, leaving a purplish bruise in his wake.
Michael squirmed, splaying his own hands over Dean's chest, toying with his nipples. He yelped when Dean flipped him onto his back, covering his body with his own, capturing a pearled peak and teasing it with tongue and teeth until Michael was arching and mewing in pleasure. He moved to the other one, sucking it strongly, then nipping it hard.
"God, you're so sensitive," Dean groaned as Michael curved into him. He laved the wounded nipple, then moved lower, nibbling as he went. He held Michael's hips as he mouthed his navel, biting down gently on the skin around it, chuckling seductively as the other man tried to arch into him. "Settle down Crash-boy," he hissed, his dark eyes sparkling with amusement. "You're in for a long night of it, so just lie back and enjoy, hmmm?"
Michael whimpered in frustration, wanting to get right to the good stuff now, but by the look on Dean's face, he wasn't about to be coerced into rushing things.
"Spread your legs nice and wide for me, Michael," Dean said in his rough voice, helping him by skimming his hands up the backs of his thighs and hooking them behind his knees to lift so that his heels were pressed against the mattress. Dean tilted his head as he studied the smaller man's exposed body, tracing a finger up Michael's scrotum and smiling when the muscles tightened in his thighs and ass.
"Very nice," he complimented, leaning forward and, without warning, sank his shaft all the way down his throat. Michael nearly gave a soundless squeal of surprise, arching sharply into the sensation of being enveloped in snug, wet heat.
"Oh, God!" he exclaimed, clutching Dean's hair in reaction. "Baby, that's good. Mmmm, don't ever stop!"
Dean hummed in response, the low reverberation sending ripples of pleasure singing along his nerves. Just as he was on the verge of shooting over the edge, Dean lifted his head, gently forcing his climax back with a squeeze to the base of his shaft. He whined in disappointment, watching as he sat up and began caressing himself, fingers gliding along his lean muscles, tweaking a nipple here, kneading a thigh muscle there. He was incredibly turned on by the way Dean trailed his fingertips up the pulsing length of his cock, rolling the weeping head between his thumb and forefinger as his dark, intent eyes were focused on him.
"Do you like me touching myself, Michael?" Dean questioned hoarsely, using his other hand to palm his balls as he idly stroked himself more firmly. "Do you get hot seeing me stroke my thick cock for you?"
Michael licked his lips and nodded, his breath coming in short, nearly agonized gasps. "Please, Dean...need you...inside me...please...!"
The other man smiled darkly, shaking his head slowly. "Not yet, sweetheart." He stretched over to the nightstand and tugged open the drawer, withdrawing three objects, one being a tube of lubricant.
Michael's eyes widened at the sight of the other two objects, swallowing with difficulty. He could feel himself growing rigid with both apprehension and anticipation as Dean eased the supple leather cockring on until it was settled snugly at the root, then squirted some of the gel from the small tube in his hand.
"Relax, baby," Dean urged, lathering the large vibrator, only slightly smaller than his own pulsing rod. "I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. I only want to give you the most intense pleasure you've ever felt in your life."
Michael gave him a strained smile. "I believe you're doing a bang-up job of it, Dean," he said dryly.
Dean chuckled, then gestured for him to turn over. When Michael was lying on his stomach, Dean lightly skimmed his fingers down his spine, grinning at the shudder this evoked. " "Open your legs wide for me, baby," he rasped, grabbing a pillow and sliding it beneath his hips so that Michael's buttocks were elevated. Dean bent his head and sank his teeth into the taut flesh, unable to resist the tempting display. He was pleased at the yelp of surprise, then he soothed the injury with a sweep of his tongue, repeating his ministrations on the other cheek before drawing his tongue down the valley, ending at the tightly puckered hole. He set the vibrator aside for the moment to spread the globes apart for better access, teasing the entrance, circling it.
Michael squirmed in frustration, pleading for Dean to stop tormenting him, which the ice man ignored. Dean gently pushed the tip of his tongue inside, then withdrew again, only to inch it in further. He held Michael's bucking hips still as he continued his torture, grazing his teeth over the sensitive skin around the entrance.
"Dean...baby, please!" Michael whimpered loudly, his fingers digging desperately into the bedsheets. "God, I want you...I need you!"
Dean raised his head, picking up the vibrator and switching it on to it's lowest level. He slowly began rocking it into Michael, liking the way his back arched, his ass tightening in response. When it was fully sheathed, he increased the vibration and started to thrust it in and out, encouraging Michael's enjoyment with quietly erotic words, caressing his lower back and thighs with his free hand. "That feels good, doesn't it, Michael," Dean stated, rather than asked. "Tell me how it feels to have it inside you, throbbing in your ass."
Michael couldn't speak around the lump in his throat. His respiration was harsh and ragged as he humped the pillow, trying vainly for some relief. Dean covered his body, his chest pressed against his back, hips flush against his own. Dean softly rained nipping kisses down the length of his nape, sensuously grinding himself into him. Michael groaned, the sensation of the vibrator still inside him and Dean's body bringing him closer to release, but not quite taking him over, damn that cockring!
"What do you want, sweetheart," Dean whispered sibilantly in Michael's ear, suckling on the lobe. "Tell me exactly what you want from me?"
Michael tossed his head from side to side moaning helplessly. "Fuck me, Dean...please. I want to come so badly. I can't stand it!"
"How do you want me to fuck you, baby?" he asked, licking the juncture between neck and shoulder.
"H-how?" Michael couldn't think. "I'm not sure-"
"Do you want to ride me? Do you want it doggy-style? Do you want me to watch your face as I bury myself deep inside you?"
Michael gasped at the vivid images that floated through his mind at his words. "Yes...yes, please!"
Dean laughed low in his throat. "Which one, Michael?"
"All of them...now!"
The dark-haired man chuckled again, shaking his head. "I'm sure we'll have plenty of time to explore every position known to man, but right now, I want you to choose one, all right?"
Michael groaned in indecision. Finally, he said, "I-I want you to watch me. I want to see you when you come in me."
Dean smiled faintly. "You want to be on top or bottom?"
"Bottom," Michael answered instantly, flushing at Dean's grunt of amusement.
Dean rose off him, carefully easing the vibrator out and flipping it off, dropping it to the floor. He gently turned Michael onto his back and covered him again, capturing his lips in a searing kiss that left both men breathless with desire. "Wrap your legs around me," Dean ordered, shifting to position himself. When Michael had done as he bid, he pressed himself into Michael, taking his time, allowing him to adjust to his girth before moving deeper. When Michael began to wriggle in impatience, trying to urge him on, Dean sharply commanded him to be still, emphasizing his words by gripping his hips firmly. When he was fully seated, he lay quietly atop him, nuzzling the blond man's throat, languidly laving the skin. Michael's hands moved on Dean's back restlessly, begging for him to hurry, but Dean merely kissed him softly, resting his weight on his elbows and looking down at him intently, tracing his lower lip with his thumb.
"Dean...you're killing me!" Michael cried, arching his body up into him. "You're driving me insane. Please...do something!"
Dean finally obliged by shallowly rocking himself into him, never quite giving him what he needed. Michael cursed him, grasping his ass to pull him deeper, but the other man caught his wrists and pinned them to his sides, resuming his maddening motions.
"It's my intention to drive you crazy," Dean said flatly, a wicked glitter in his dark eyes. "I want you writhing and screaming my name by the time I'm through with you."
Michael ground his teeth as another shudder racked him. "Well, I have no doubt you're going to succeed."
Dean gave a chuff of mirth. "I know." He reached down and removed the ring of leather and slowly drew his hand up the flesh, causing Michael to mew in pleasure. He started to drive himself in and out of Michael in a steady, methodical rhythm, angling his thrusts to brush his prostate, his grip tightening on his wrists as the pleasure intensified. He closed his eyes, groaning as his tempo quickened.
Michael watched Dean's features gradually change from being stonily impassive to darkly taut with lust and concentration. The expression served to heighten his own desire and he mewled and jerked under Dean, meeting his almost savage plunges eagerly.
"Come for me, Michael," dean hissed, releasing a wrist to pump the blonde's shaft slowly, in direct contrast to his pounding hips. "I want to see you explode for me. Do it, baby...now!"
Michael panted, whimpering frantically, straining for the pinnacle. He abruptly shrieked as he came apart in a white-hot bolt of triumphant ecstasy, bowing off the mattress and nearly pitching Dean off in the process. Dean grunted, increasing his pace to match the hard spasms, stabbing repeatedly against Michael's prostate. Michael was shocked to feel himself growing stiff again almost immediately. His eyes widened as he unlocked his ankles from around Dean's waist and planted his heels on the bed, snapping his hips up to grind into his dark lover. "oooh, that's it, Dean! Faster...harder...God, I can't believe I'm coming again!"
Dean growled softly as he worked to send him over again, slamming powerfully into him, feeling his own climax thundering near. He pressed a hand into the small of Michael's back, looking down to see Michael desperately jerking himself off. Dean groaned at the sight, joining his hand in the frantic strokes.
"Fuck, Michael...come on...that's right...yeah...come...I can-can feel-ahh, holy shit!" Michael wailed as he once again arched upwards, spilling over both their hands and stomachs, his body growing so rigid that it forced Dean to hurtle over the edge. He roared as Michael's spasms rippled up and down his length, gripping him in a velvet vice. He erupted into him in a fiery rush, quivering as he remained tense for a long moment, then collapsed, convulsing and gasping.
Michael purred as he wrapped his arms and legs around Dean tightly, snuggling his face into his chest. Nothing in his life had ever even come close to the utter joy and contentment he was feeling right now. He never wanted it to end!
Dean eventually got himself under control and slid off Michael, gathering him close, kissing the top of his head and sighing.
"That was...was..." Michael couldn't even put into words the magnitude of his emotions.
"I know," Dean said with a tired smile. "And there's more."
"More?" Michael exclaimed, drawing back to stare at him in astonishment.
Dean caressed his cheek with his knuckles before tucking his head back under his chin. "Much more, love. But you need to get some sleep and regain your strength. I plan on giving you a thorough workout before this night is over."
A delicious shiver ran down Michael's spine at the thought and he closed his eyes, drifting to sleep instantly.
Dean buried his nose in the blonde's fragrantly damp hair and stroked his back lazily, feeling pleasantly exhausted, though not enough to sleep. He felt more relaxed than he'd been for a depressingly long time. He also felt something that he couldn't immediately identify. When he realized what it was, he was amazed and a little uneasy. He was actually happy. He wasn't quite sure how to deal with that emotion, since it was too long, if ever that he'd felt it. He attempted to analyze his feelings, but gave up, deciding to just relish it while it lasted. Who knew how long it would do so.
He reached down and tugged the covers over them, shifting into a more comfortable position and allowed himself to fall into a light doze, putting the issue of what the future held aside for the time being.