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So Much for Peace	By : littletreetopper Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9419 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Chapter 2

One year later. Harry will now be only referred to as ‘Henry.

“Black! Why is that last shipment still sitting back here? Get your nose out of my damn books before I make you buy them all!” Henry rolled his eyes and let his current interest lie face down on the counter before walking through the bloody beaded curtain to the storage room. Seriously could this place be a bigger cliché?

“On it, Miss D. You know you should probably be grateful I read you rdamn books as I’m the only one who does!” The old woman narrowed her beady eyes and snorted before walking back to her office or maybe lair would be a more appropriate term. Henry picked up the stack of boxes and whispered a featherweight charm under his breath after he heard the old lady’s door shut.

Making it to the counter he began unpacking and shelving the various herbs and other ingredients. He’d been working there all summer and couldn’t believe how many damn potions ingredients this crazy lady managed to sell and all to stupid wannabe wiccans. If these people had any idea of what they were dealing with was actually capable of in the right hands they would probably just keel over. Harry laughed at the thought. Severus would probably be disgusted with him if he knew he interacted with people who degraded his beloved art not to mention procured actually valuable ingredients for them. At least he over-charged them, take solace in that, dear Snape. Henry vanished the empty boxes and returned to his reading, Angels and Demons a Reference Guide. Of course the first chapter he skipped to was all about the archangel Gabriel, he missed that crazy bastard more than he let himself admit and couldn’t help but laugh at the seriousness of the chapter. It was a bit thrilling to hear how mighty Gabriel really was when over ninety percent of the time Henry saw him the angel was obscenely sucking on a lollipop.

The bell above the door drew Henry’s attention away from his reading once again but the customer had already moved behind a shelf before he could catch a glimpse.

“’Ello, can I help you find anything?” Henry called out into the shop. A man stuck his head around a corner and shot him a plastic smile but after an appraising look at Henry that smile took a turn in the sleazy direction. At least this guy has a pretty face, Henry thought.

“Just lookin’ for now, thanks.” The man’s green eyes twinkled for a moment before they disappeared again behind the shelf. Huh. Definitely didn’t sound like he was from around here and definitely didn’t look like the shop’s typical clientele.

Slowly the man made his way through the shelves flipping through books and reading a random page before snorting and putting it back or nodding and adding it to the group under his arm. He truly was beautiful, Henry couldn’t help but notice the sun-kissed skin, light smattering of freckles and plump pink lips. Honestly this guy was sex on legs, even if he didn’t have those sparkling green eyes and that face going for him that body would have been enough. It was obviously covered but even through the layers Henry could see the power there. He was trained well enough to see when someone carried strength and this bloke had it in spades. Henry also particularly liked the worn leather jacket; it was sort of like a cropped battle robe if you wanted to see it that way. Every few minutes the man would glance over at Henry and catch him watching but Henry unashamedly held his gaze. Eye-candy like that never came in this store and he was damned if he wasn’t going to appreciate it and sex-on-legs didn’t seem to mind the attention anyway.

Finally he made his way over to the counter after perusing a rack of amulets and then dismissing them. He flashed a dashing smile as he approached and even though Henry knew he had to be flushed he carried on with all the confidence he could muster.

“Are you sure you found everything you were looking for, sir?” Henry smirked and much to his amusement the man across from him blushed.

“Uh, yeah. Just about. I uhh, can’t help but notice you’ve got a lot of creepy things up there behind the counter…” The man eyed Henry speculatively smiling all the while. Henry just smiled back but took a moment to glance at the books the man had picked up; a reference guide for lesser demons and a few on various American creatures that most people considered myth but nothing coming close to witchcraft. Henry’s smiled brightened.

“Yeah I know, all these kids come in here thinking they’re getting shit for spells or something. Bloody wiccans I swear, honestly I think the lady that owns this place is missing a few of her marbles if you know what I mean. I’m glad I only work here on school breaks.” Harry huffed out a laugh and began ringing up the man’s books and much to Henry’s relief that seemed to be the kind of response the man was looking for as tension seemed to visibly drain from the man’s body as he laughed as well.

“Some people are just way out there, man. Why do you work here if you think they’re crazy?” His smile was honestly too damn distracting and Henry had to start over tallying up the prices as he boggled it up twice already.

“Honestly I do find some of the reading quite interesting, I’m thinking of majoring in Anthropology and this sure is an enlightening place. Plus I live a block away and it’s simple easy work. Running a shop for a dodgy old lady can be quite amusing at times as well.” Henry finally totaled up the guys books and smiled again, “that comes to $58.26 would you like a bag?”

“Sure, thanks” the man replied while handing over a credit card. Henry eyed the card and was about to ask for ID but he was certain the man before him could not be named Lynard Sarkozy. Serisously? Goddamnit this man just reeked of ‘hunter.’ Son of a bitch this bloke would have been such a nice bit of summer fun, well no reason not to milk it for all it’s worth. Henry smirked at the man in front of him and watched him feign confidence before running the card through. The shop would get its money in the end and it’s not like Henry gave a damn about credit companies. Henry began bagging the merchandise as the archaic machine started processing the card. “So where are you from, your accent isn’t exactly from around here.” Henry raised an eyebrow at sex-on-legs.

“Niether is yours… Lynard.” Henry gave him a knowing smile before tearing off the receipt for him to sign. The man just shook his head and chuckled, a deep throaty sound. God he was sexy, even as a lying, witch-killing bastard he could probably get anyone to bend over. Just as Henry was busy picturing such a scene on his recently cleaned counter the man cleared his throat and reached for his bag. “Have a nice night” Henry smiled and nodded to the retreating man as he sent a wave over his shoulder. Just as he was about to walk out the door he stopped short and turned looking at Henry.

“Know of anyplace I should check out tonight for some drinks and a good time? I’m just visiting town.” The guy gave a positively lecherous smile and waited expectantly. Henry resisted the urge to whoop and calmly thought it over. This guy didn’t really look like a neon lights bodies grinding club kinda guy but it sure would be hot to get him there…

“Of course, you looking to get hot and sweaty or hoping to sip your bourbon?” Henry shot back. The man in the doorway laughed genuinely and narrowed his eyes in thought.

“Does it have to be one or the other?” Henry smiled; too bad this guy was a bloody hunter.

“I would try Harvey’s then for drinks, things pick up around eleven and then if you’re feeling up for it there’s a great place a few doors down to make things more interesting.” The man nodded and grinned.

“Sounds perfect” and with that he smirked and walked out of view of the shop’s windows. Henry sagged into the stool behind the counter. Turns out sex-on-legs was an all too accurate nickname for the stranger. That might have been the hottest way he’s ever been asked out, all secretive, no names, and with complete deniability. Either of them could not show up and be completely guilt free.

Henry has no intention of blowing him off though. He may be a hunter but Henry had assimilated and the guy wouldn’t know he was anything but a young brit. Besides, Henry had spent the last year since Gabriel told him about hunters studying and researching American lore and creature myths much to his roommate Sam’s continued discomfort. He’d even made a contact in the field and ships the crazy old hunter ingredients for minor spells and protections. He’s even started making protective hex bags for hunters to carry on their persons and sends them to Bobby to distribute as he sees fit. If Gabriel were around he might have busted a nut at Henry deliberately putting himself on the hunting community’s radar but the way Henry always saw it, know thy enemy and what not. So essentially, this sexy nameless hunter is probably only in town for a job and is just too incredible to resist.

Henry walked into Harvey’s about a quarter past eleven. He’d had Dobby help him get dressed not that it really helped but Dobby had been diligently pouring over GQ and Details hoping to help a seriously fashion challenged Henry. He may have beautiful clothes but that didn’t mean he knew what to do with them. Sometimes Henry wished he could have kept Derek as a friend. He actually thought he would have run into him by now, he’d been in the city for a few months now and it’s not like the Castro is all that big. Eventually everybody knows everybody or at least recognizes the faces even without names to put to them. Probably for the best, he knew that Derek would have ended up falling for him when that wasn’t what Henry was looking for, he was already getting a little too close just in the short fling they’d shared last summer.

Henry made his way towards the bar in a simple forest green v-neck, not too deep, and well fitting black jeans that were just skinny enough to pour right into his half laced black combat boots. He ran a hand through his hair just to mess it up a little more before he spotted sex-on legs in a perfectly snug black crew neck and faded blue jeans hunched over the bar chatting with Harvey’s son. Henry smiled at the sight, Paul didn’t usually take to people right away but he seemed to be getting along with no-name well enough. Henry sat in the stool next to his companion and nodded to Paul with a smile.

“Henry! How’s it goin, baby?” Paul asked as he tore his eyes from sex-on-legs reluctantly.

“I sure can’t complain” Henry smirked as he and still-nameless made eye-contact. “How have you been Paul?” Henry asked before he downed the shot of whiskey Paul had placed in front of him without having to ask.

“Pretty good, sugar, you know me. I’ve got my booze and my boys what more could lil ‘ol me ask for?” Paul refilled his glass before turning to sex-on-legs and licking his lips. No-name smiled and sipped his drink before turning to Henry and holding out his hand.

“So Henry, my name’s Dean” his warm green eyes bore into Henry’s and it took a moment for him to respond appropriately and shake the guys hand. Dean, well if that isn’t a bloody sexy name.

“Nice to finally meet you, Dean. I must say your name certainly suits you.” Dean chuckled and the sound alone warmed Henry from inside out, of course the whiskey may be helping with that.

“I could tell you weren’t buying Lynard for one minute, why’d you accept it?” Dean asked, clearly interested.

“I knew the shop would get its money either way and I could care less if you’re cheating some poor poor creditors out of their millions. It’s not like I need your life story, Dean. You came into my shop and bought demon books, do you really think I even want to know? I did meet you here without even knowing your name, after all” Henry held his gaze strong trying to ooze confidence. Dean smirked and shook his head before taking another sip. Then he seemed to process that response and turned to Henry with a grin.

“I guess we both took a bit of a gamble coming out here tonight, didn’t we?” the young hunter laughed and took another drink maintaining his eye contact with Henry, which was pointedly returned.

“So far it seems to be worth it” Henry shrugged and smiled. Dean nodded in response.

“So honestly Henry, where are you from?”

“England, but I went to boarding school in Scotland so my accent ended up a little wonky.” Henry shrugged again and Dean smiled.

“Wonky huh? Sounds plenty good to me.” Henry blushed and shook his head.

“Yeah well your slight country drawl doesn’t work against you either.” Dean chuckled again and Henry had to take another shot to distract his blood from racing to his lap.

“No one’s every told me I have a drawl before” Dean blushed like he was embarrassed for being called a hick or something.

“Well it’s barely there, like maybe you were raised in the Midwest but moved early on or something, but trust me it’s definitely working for you.” Dean looked down at the bar shyly and it was really too adorable.

“How’d you pick up on all that? Just a guess?” Henry shrugged and gave a reassuring smile.

“Aspiring anthropologist, remember? I just tend to pick up on people and their traits, things like that… not in like a creepy stalker way hopefully. I also took a linguistics course last year since my American English is just rubbish.” Dean laughed around his glass and smiled over at Henry.

“Nah, I mean it’s a little creepy but not too creepy. So you’re in school then. Where?” Henry smirked.

“Not too far” was all this hunter was gonna get, should things somehow go south Henry wasn’t going to make himself any easier to be hunted. Dean seemed to respect the caution anyway and gave a smirk of his own. “How about you, visiting the city on business or pleasure?”

“Looks like it’s turning out to be a bit of both.” Both men smiled at the implication. Dean’s eyes seemed to finally wander over Henry’s form and he welcomed the attention. “That’s an interesting ring, looks pretty old. Is it a family thing?” Henry hoped Dean didn’t notice the way his body tensed at the word family but unfortunately the way the hunter’s eyes narrowed deemed otherwise.

“No it was just a gift, a goodbye present I guess, when I left England.” Henry tried to throw out his most charming smile to distract the man from inquiring further. No such luck.

“Some present. How long have you been in the States?” Dean didn’t seem like he was fishing more like trying to maintain casual conversation so Henry decided to just relax and go with the flow.

“Only about a year actually, moved for the American college experience and all that.” Henry laughed and in turn so did Dean.

“Yeah, how’s that working out for you?”

“Pretty well actually. College boys are all just so eager, aren’t they?” Henry smirked and Dean chuckled again.

“It sure seems that way from where I’m sittin.’” Henry laughed and knocked back another shot. Definitely feeling good now. Dean was on his refill anyway so he didn’t feel like too much of a lush.

Another twenty minutes of small talk and both men were sufficiently buzzed, brazenly brushing shoulders and elbows and knees.

“Ready to hit up someplace else?” Henry asked only a few inches away from Dean’s face.

“Absolutely” Dean said as he grabbed his coat off the empty stool next to him.

“Hey Paul just add all this to my tab, yeah? I’ll see you soon!” Henry shouted as he made his way to the door dragging a slightly embarrassed Dean with him.

“Sure thing, honey. Have a hot night!” Henry smirked and threw a wave over his shoulder before falling into step with Dean on the sidewalk.

“So one of my favorite places is just around the corner” Henry ushered Dean on with a brush to the shoulder.

“You didn’t have to pay for my drinks back there ya know” Dean seemed a little put out.

“Of course I didn’t, but my town, my treat. Besides I get the feeling people don’t take you out often enough.” Henry smiled as they rounded the corner and came to a harsh stop in front of a large crowd that seemed to be waiting in line.

“Alright well, then thanks I guess.” Dean shrugged sheepishly and eyed the line nervously. He was all for getting his dance on but waiting in lines was simply not the Winchester way. Luckily that didn’t seem to be the plan.

“The line looks rather hearty tonight doesn’t it?” Henry seemed way too happy about that in Dean’s opinion but Henry simply dragged Dean along and stopped next to the seven foot tall four foot wide bouncer. “Cole, how are things going tonight?”

“Oh hey Mr. Black, packed as usual. There was a silly twink fight earlier but I broke that up easily enough.” Henry nodded and Cole’s eyes shifted over to Dean and he smiled knowingly. “You enjoy your night Mr. Black.”

“Thank you Cole, will do” and he slapped the huge man on the bicep before leading a fully bewildered Dean inside. Things seemed to start clicking though and he pulled Henry around to face him.

“Dude is this your place?” Henry smiled and nodded looking around fondly.

“It used to be quite the shit hole before I had it renovated while I was in school last semester. It’s made for quite the summer, let me tell you.” At the look on Dean’s face it was obvious he need to explain a little further. “Oh calm down! I had a bit of family money that I needed to invest, it’s no big deal.” Dean just shook his head but couldn’t hide his smile completely. “Come on you can leave your coat in my office.” However on the way there they ran into the assistant manager.

“Marty! Excellent would you mind leaving this in my office for me next time you head up there?” The attractive young ebony man smiled.

“Of course, Henry, do enjoy your night.” He smiled and nodded at Dean as he made his way across the room. Henry smiled brightly and turned to Dean taking his hand in his and began walking again. Dean had already decided this night was going to be one hell of a ride so better to just hang on tight and enjoy.

“Oi, Kevin! What are the specialty shots for tonight?” Henry yelled at the bartender from several feet away. He turned to look at them and grinned as he made his way over.

“Purple Nurples, Mr. Black. Oh and hellllooo there, who’s your friend, boss?” Henry laughed, Kevin has always been obnoxiously forward but that’s what makes him such a fun bartender.

“Down, boy. This is Dean, just visiting town. Get him whatever he likes tonight alright? And we’ll start with the purple whatevers.”

“Sure thing, boss.” Kevin winked at Dean before retrieving two glasses and the sinister looking concoction.

“You ready for this Dean? Kevin brews some crazy stuff.”

“I knew the moment you dragged me in here I was in for one crazy ass night so bring it.” Henry grinned and raised his shot in salute. “Actually that’s not half bad.” Henry laughed at Dean’s acceptance and Kevin practically glowed.

“Kevin makes them go down easily enough but they are sure to fuck you up.” Dean nodded. “Alright two more and then I wanna dance.” They downed them easily enough and after another goodbye wink from Kevin Dean found himself hand in hand with Henry again as he was dragged through the swarm of bodies.

The music wasn’t to Dean’s usual taste but classic rock isn’t exactly club music so he’s learned not to be picky. Plus a lithe sexy guy backing his ass up and grinding against your crotch leaves little room for complaint. Dean wound his arms around the small but strong body in front of him, leaving one hand on his hip to hold the body against him and using the other to explore the smooth hard stomach. It was obvious that Henry was a skinny guy but his clothes hid the definition there and Dean was enjoying every second of discovery. He’d only ever hooked up with maybe two or three guys over the years and had mostly been on the receiving end since they never went all the way. There was just something about Henry though, the confidence, the accent, the bright green eyes. Plus his body is beyond sexy. He wasn’t expecting to get so turned on by the lean muscle and hard lines but Henry sure knew how to work his damn hips. Dean couldn’t seem to catch the low groan from escaping in time, but Henry appreciated it and turned to face Dean working a leg between his and continuing his assault with his hips.

With arms wrapped around each other and hands roaming slowly both men noticed the other staring at their parted lips and while listening to their ragged breaths there was really only one direction for this to go. Surprising Henry, Dean made the first move bringing a hand up his back to rest on his nape before angling Henry for a rough kiss. Henry responded immediately with one hand digging into Dean’s shoulder blade and the other pulling Dean’s face in closer. Henry moaned as their lips parted and Dean took full control of the kiss. Normally he would have put up a fight but being fully dominated by this rock hard hunter was doing things to him he didn’t think possible.

A few songs later they broke apart both full aroused and panting not to mention grinning like nutters. Henry was actually starting to feel a little light headed with the heat and the seven or eight shots he’d had over the course of the night and Dean’s proximity wasn’t making breathing any easier.

“Water” Harry whispered into his ear over the music and Dean nodded in agreement. They made there way back to Kevin who handed them two bottles without even being asked. Henry nodded his thanks and turned back to dean after catching his breath on the stool. Dean was staring at him intently and by the look in his eye it would seem he didn’t really want to back to the dance floor either. “It’s hot as hell in here and my home is a few blocks away if you’d enjoy a walk.” Henry smirked and Dean grinned. “I’ll meet you outside just let me grab your coat.” Once Dean was walking towards the entrance Henry made his way to the bottom of the stairs and silently accio’d the jacket to shave off a few minutes and then made his way to follow Dean outside.

“It’s a nice night, feels great after that sauna” Dean teased taking his coat from Henry’s arms and wrapping his own around the young man’s waist. “So where to?”

“Two blocks up and then right one block.” Dean nodded and they started a lazy pace not wanting to get too far from the other.

“So are we going to have to sneak in past your parents or something?” Dean asked somewhat sarcastically. He didn’t really expect a kid who owned a club like that to be living with mom and dad but he did say he was home for break. The kid tensed at his side and then tried to laugh it off. Apparently family was a touchy subject.

“Nope, place is all mine” Henry grinned up at him.

“So can I ask why you work at that shop when you obviously don’t need to?” Henry chuckled and looked down at their feet moving over the pavement.

“It’s kind of like a summer project. I don’t really run the club, I have managers for that I’m more like an investor of sorts. Besides like I said, working at that shop is highly amusing and should bode well for my studies this year, not to mention lots of interesting books to read while I just sit at the counter.” Henry smirked up at him. Dean couldn’t deny that, he’d bought several books himself.

“Alright I’ll give you that. My Dad would read us shit like that growing up and a lot of the books you have there are the closest I’ve found to his versions of the stories.” Henry saw right trough that thinly veiled half-truth. So a family of hunters, great.

“Well you’re welcome then as I’m the one who does the ordering.” Shit, should not have said that. Dean eyed him suspiciously for a moment before deciding to let it go. He was just planning on seeing this guy one night anyway. “Well here we are.” Henry disentangled himself and walked up the steps ahead of Dean to unlock the door.

Rather then let Dean feel intimidated by the place or get distracted looking around Henry pushed him against the closed door and crashed upon him right away. The startled but deep groan was all the motivation Henry needed to continue. He planted his thigh harshly between Dean’s legs and let one hand travel under the hunter’s shirt thoroughly enjoying the thick fluttering muscles. The other hand was gripping Dean’s short dirty blond hair and angling his head for a proper assault. Henry moaned as Dean’s large hands gripped his arse over his jeans and pulled him even tighter against his body. Henry ground his hips against Dean again, resurrecting the hardness from before their stroll.

Dean’s hands traveled from his arse up his back under his shirt and then back down to grip firmly at his now exposed hipbones before pushing Henry away to pull his shirt off. Dean returned a hand to the small of Henry’s back and pulled him forward attacking his arched neck with wet open mouthed kisses and nips. Henry was practically writing in his arms while gripping Dean’s broad shoulders firmly.

Henry broke free and pawed at the hem of Dean’s shirt trying to pull it up but trying even harder to keep his magic from pouring out and vanishing their clothes altogether. Somehow even completely wrecked he knew that would probably be the worst thing to happen at that moment. Dean got with the program and pulled his shirt over his head, smirking while he tossed it to the ground and grabbing Henry up again. A few more minutes of sloppy kisses and heavy groping and Henry was panting again.

“Upstairs. Now.” With that Henry broke free and ran up the stairs throwing a smirk over his shoulder on the way up with Dean hot on his heels. They barreled on to the bed and clashed together once more all teeth and lips and hands, grinding against each other through two pairs of denim. With that thought Henry reached down to undo Dean’s belt and the hunter raised his hips for easier access and then flipped them so Henry was now straddling him. Henry grinned as he slowly pulled the offending clothing down to the floor including the sexy black boxer briefs that clung in all the right places. Dean sat up on his elbows to watch while Henry stood between his legs next to the bed and made a show of removing his own pants before sliding back up over the hunter’s gorgeous body. It was big and toned but not bulky with a slim waist, strong thighs, and the most delicious sex lines pointing straight towards the base of a throbbing erection reaching towards his navel.

Henry trailed down Dean’s jaw line and neck sucking and licking till he reached his right nipple and nipped roughly, receiving a strangle moan and a hand in his hair for his efforts. Lapping playfully at the abused nub and rubbing the other between two fingers he ground his own aching sex against Dean’s and was pleased to find the mutual pre-come made the job even easier. Dean groaned again and squeezed the globe of Henry’s left check and pulled it down towards his own rising hips.

Henry made his way further down until he released a hot breath down Dean’s length before looking up at him. The man looked like a complete mess and Henry couldn’t be happier, they hadn’t even gotten to the good part yet. Before Dean could process what was about to happen Henry engulfed as much as he could of Dean’s length in one go sucking harshly on his slow climb back to the top.

“Fuck!” Dean shouted and Henry had to force the hunter’s hips back down so as not to choke himself but appreciated the enthusiasm nonetheless. “Holy shit… Henry…” Dean moaned and Henry released a pleased hum around Dean’s cock that only served to make the hunter breathe even harsher.

Henry could tell the long hours of denied arousal were going to make his job very easy or at least quick. He began bobbing quickly while one hand held the Hunter flat and the other made work of the heavy sac below his chin making an allowance for his thumb to briefly brush the taught bud waiting below. Just with that light touch Dean gasped and arched off the bed while one hand clenched tightly in Henry’s hair. “Henry!” Dean tried to warn but Henry only raised and lowered his head faster and gulped down everything the hunter had to offer.

Dean slumped back against the duvet and turned his head to look at Henry as he crawled up his body and began to nibble on his chest and neck again. “Why’d you let me come so soon? Not that I didn’t love it, I mean holy shit, dude.” Henry chuckled and moved his lips to Dean’s ear gently tugging on the lobe with his teeth before whispering.

“I want you to be able to fuck me for as long as possible, Dean. Fair enough?” Henry shifted to look Dean in the eyes and smiled at the completely wrecked face he saw there. Dean moaned in response and pulled Henry down for an especially sloppy but very needy kiss that Henry gave into wholeheartedly. Soon they were grabbing and moaning all over again trailing wet kisses across over-heated flesh while grinding against each other to return Dean to full attention. All in all it only took a few minutes and Henry rolled over to reach for the bottle of lube in the drawer of the nightstand and left a few condoms waiting on top.

Dean accepted the bottle with as much confidence as he could muster. Dean Winchester ladies man extraordinaire did not shy I the face of hot sex. Sure he’d had anal with a few girls but he was not about to admit to Henry that he was technically taking his dude v-card, that’s just way too embarrassing and now that he thinks about it, it was probably a very could idea to get him to come once already.

Dean spread and lifted Henry’s legs so that the crooks of the boy’s knees were resting over his own kneeling thighs. Shit, what a sight. Henry had a narrow frame but was nicely built in all the right places. His firm flat stomach had a solid four pack and only a light smattering of dark hair leading down in a happy trail towards a not too large but perfect smooth and glistening cock. His balls were hanging proudly but completely hairless as was his crack which Dean took a moment to appreciate. Henry brought a hand and ran it up Dean’s arm gently stroking and urging him on with a soft smirk in place. Dean smiled back and brought a thoroughly lubed finger to rub gentle circles over the puckered hole, slowly easing it open. Henry’s eyes fluttered closed in eager anticipation as he continued to stroke Dean’s arm encouragingly. Dean slipped the first finger in with little resistance and Henry let out a breathy moan so Dean slowly eased in a second receiving an even more grateful moan. Dean leaned down over Henry sucking and nipping his left nipple while scissoring his fingers and pumping them in and out fully. Henry gasped and wound a hand into Dean’s short locks dragging his nails along the scalp from front to back and back again earning a hum around his nipple and a third finger inside him causing him gasp and arch off the bed.

“Uhnggg, Dean…” Henry moaned as the hunter moved to his right bud and began twisting and pumping all three fingers. “Now, Dean. Please…. Please, fuck me now.”

Dean was in absolutely no position to deny that so he reached for one of the condoms and rolled it on his aching flesh before liberally lubing himself up. He yanked Henry’s hips further down the bed and towards his own center relishing in Henry’s startled but pleased gasp. Apparently kid likes it a little rough. Dean spread Henry’s legs even further bringing them up around his waist and guided himself into the eager twitching hole. Both men let out simultaneous sighs of relief and awe at the sensations pooling within them as Dean slowly settled in till the hilt.

Henry was not stranger to the initial pleasure pain of the first stroke but was surprised at how damn good it felt to have Dean completely filling him up and fitted perfectly against him from above. Rarely did he ever fuck face to face but yet again Dean was just impossible to deny and right now it felt so damn good he absolutely wasn’t complaining. “Move, Dean. Please move.”

Dean had settled for a moment and was now sure he wouldn’t explode after a single stroke. He had also taken the moment to thank god and Henry he’d already come once or just entering him would have been embarrassing. Dean eased back out about half way before entering back in building a slow but shallow rhythm. “Harder, Dean.” Henry moaned and tightened his legs around Dean’s waist, settling his heels into the firm globes of Dean’s arse. Dean complied, not picking up the pace too much put pulling out to the head and then plowing back in full force causing Henry’s body to arch against him and a breathy gasp to blow passed his ear. “Yes… yes. Uhnggg, Dean.” Dean might have been embarrassed at the sounds he was making if Henry’s own weren’t so goddamn hot and distracting. “Faster” Henry pleaded.

As Dean increased the pace of his assault Henry’s mind began to cloud over. With each beating of his prostate he felt himself slip further and further away from sanity, it just felt too damn good. Has it ever felt like this before? The hunter above him contained so much raw power in his thrusts it was incredible. Henry could feel Dean’s thighs tense and release against the backs of his own thighs and the clenching of his arse under his feet. Henry loved running his hands along the smooth biceps holding Dean above him, all the sensations were just too much, focusing on the hard abs grinding against his erection and Dean’s balls slapping against his cheeks was bringing him too close to the edge all too soon. Narrowing his focus down to the slick slide in and out of his arse Henry cried out and clawed at Dean’s shoulders with head thrown back and neck exposed. Dean brought his lips down to his pulse point and ground his hips down even harder brutally hitting Henry’s prostate and he was gone. Henry arched and shuddered beneath him, clinging to Dean’s shoulders as he felt his hot stick mess coat the slide of their abdomens.

The halting clench of Henry’s sphincter made it almost impossible to continue thrusting but Dean plowed on until he rode out Henry’s orgasm and emptied his own into the thin layer of latex. A few more slow thrusts and he was pulling out despite Henry’s low whine of displeasure at the action. Dean lowered his face to Henry’s and claimed slow and desperate but brief kiss before rolling over next to him. Both men lie panting with their chests heaving and cocks twitching. Dean noticed a box of tissues but the bed and reached over for one to wrap up the used bit of plastic. Henry was the first to speak once his breathing resumed some form of rhythm.

“Holy. Shit.” Dean chuckled in response but mentally agreeing. “I haven’t had sex that amazing in…. years.” Dean looked over at Henry shocked and found that Henry was already facing him. They young hot guy who owned a fucking gay club in San Francisco must get plenty of action, Dean knew he was pretty freaking awesome in the sack but seriously? He had never even fucked a guy before, but if he was being honest, he hadn’t had sex that awesome in a long time either. Maybe even ever -holy shit.

“Same dude. Same” Was what Dean decided to settle with. Henry grinned at Dean’s ease and honesty. Why the fuck did this guy have to be a bloody hunter for Merlin’s sake!

“Come on, right now our sweat is just soaking into my sheets, let’s shower.” Henry grabbed Dean’s hand and pulled him towards the bathroom. “Up for round two, Dean?” Henry smirked as he adjusted the temperature and pushed the large sweaty hunter under the spray. “We already know what a beautiful recovery time you have.”

Dean grinned and nodded before pushing the sexy brit up against the glass wall of the oversized shower and closing their mouths together. Henry couldn’t help but be extremely grateful that he’d met Dean before Sammy was coming to stay with him in a few days for the last week of the summer, then again there are always silencing wards and it’s not like his poor roommate wasn’t used to his antics.
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