Fic: Personal Jesus, SPN, Dean/John

[moonlettuce]

Title: Personal Jesus
Author: Claire
Pairing: Dean/John
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dean wants this...
Notes: Originally written for the following prompt in comment_fic: SPN, Dean/Young!John, Blowjob.

Somehow it's gone from Dean saying This is a great car to sucking his own father's cock in an alley. Okay, so it's not as if John Winchester knows he's Dean's father, but Dean knows it, and if Castiel sent him back for something Dean's sure as fuck that it wasn't to find out the kind of noises his Daddy makes when he comes.

But Dean wants this, has wanted this for as long as he can remember, wanted John for as long as he remember. Because it's John, it's his father, it's the only man who ever held the monsters at bay.

And if John wouldn't let Dean do this before, then he'll let him do it now. Let Dean sink to his knees and reach out to open John's jeans. And he'll whimper and mewl as Dean sucks him off, tongue and teeth and lips working his entire cock. Because this may not be the first time Dean's been on his knees in a dirty alley, but this is the first time he's done it without demanding payment first, the first time he's done it because he wants to, because he needs to.

John's fingers tangle in Dean's hair, tugging sharply in warning, but Dean doesn't pull back. Doesn't pull back and sucks harder, because this is the only chance he's going to get and he needs to know. Sucks harder and looks up, gaze meeting John's as John bites at his lower lip to stop him from crying out as he comes.

And Dean takes it all, and swallows John down like ashes and hope and redemption.

Comments

[libitina]

\o/!

I'd watch that episode.

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

::grin::

[necro-omen13.livejournal.com]

Damn, that would be kinda awkward in the future when John recognises Dean...

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

I believe that John tries to block it out, the fact that his eldest looks like a guy he barely knew and barely met but who he'd spent the last 25 years thinking about. And he's not thinking about his son on his knees in a dirty back alley, John's cock down his throat and John's fingers in his hair, holding him in place as Dean just takes it. He's not. And he keeps telling himself that every time.