SpN fic: Lodi part 9
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roxyTitle: Lodi part 9
Fandom: SpN
Pairing: Sam/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1881
Summary: Sam finds out that love is never simple during a long hot summer in New Jersey
Lodi
9
Patrick wants to walk to a lake out in the woods, a place where the neighborhood kids hang out. Since Dean's at work, Sam goes with him. They follow the long line of chain link fence that separates the housing area from the woods and empty fields surrounding them. It's weirdly quiet, like being in a bubble. Sam's gotten used to the constant noise in the neighborhood and the field seems like it's full of this…expectant quiet. Like any minute all hell's gonna break lose. It's probably the eerie sound the cicadas make that make it seem so--this low deep thrumming that goes on and on. Sam's kind of slogging along. He's sweating, dripping wet right down to his boxers and beginning to regret agreeing to go on this stupid hike, even with the promise of a swim at the end of it.
"Tell me again why the fuck we're walking?" he sighs, imagining how nice it would have been to drive to the lake, instead of cutting through the weeds, and slowly getting covered with stickers and dust and….
"Cause we couldn't do this in a car," Patrick says, and carefully strips a handful of blackberries from the arching canes that grow all along the fence. He pops them in his mouth one after another, snickering at Sam's aghast expression. "Seriously, it's okay. They're good."
Sam's a kid who's spent most of his life in various motels, trailers, apartments…he has a hard time with the concept of food popping out of the ground. In his mind it comes clean and fresh or nearly so on a Styrofoam tray surrounded by plastic. Not possibly bug infested and covered with weed killer and dirt…
"Here," Patrick says and plants his thumb in the middle of Sam's chin and pulls down before he can say a word—he pushes a berry into Sam's mouth with a long, thick finger and tips his jaw shut. "Good, right?"
Sam blushes—he's hard in an instant, still feeling Pat's finger brush his tongue, his lips nearly on his. He nods carefully, and Patrick gives him another, and another, until Sam's mouth is full of sweet juice, and he's licking his lips. Patrick pops a fat dark berry into his own mouth and smiles. He slips his hand to the back of Sam's neck and pulls him close. Presses his mouth to Sam's and passes him the berry, already leaking juice from the pressure of his teeth….
Sam moans as Patrick strokes his tongue over his, smooth and sweet, the pulp of the berry transferring back and forth until Patrick pulls back to let Sam swallow--breathe. He sighs and leans his head against Sam's shoulder. "Hey…I hardly have to bend anymore," he whispers.
"Bitch," Sam whispers back, "you don’t have to bend at all…" Patrick laughs. His mouth travels up and down Sam's neck, licking, nipping. Sam can't hold still, his dick is pulsing with every nip. He's making sure to keep angled away from Patrick—it's fucking embarrassing how hard he is, bad enough he's making these stupid noises—
"Fuck." Patrick jerks away from him. "I can't—we better go back—go to the lake—stop this, I mean." He says that, but he's staring at Sam like he'd eat him alive if he could. It scares Sam a little, how hard he's staring, how he's trembling. Sam glances down and the bulge Patrick's trying to hide settles it for him.
"Don't. I want you to keep going."
Patrick shakes his head. "No, that's not…I think it'd be the wrong thing to do," he says. It's ridiculous how wistful he sounds, and Sam smiles. Kinda makes him feel like he's the experienced one and Patrick is the naive boy.
Braver, almost cocky, he steps forward. "Oh, really?" Sam kisses Patrick again, feeling how hot the inside of his mouth is, and how now the berry juice is a bit sour and he has to chase it in the corners of Patrick's mouth to find it…and then it's gone, only a faint taste of…nothing really, a taste of nothing….
Patrick moans into his mouth and Sam's hips jerk, totally out of his control, it startles him. A fleeting memory of coming after Dean trapped him in the crook of his arm draws a long, loud moan out of him and Patrick mutters, "Shit, shit," into his neck. He pulls away and Sam feels how hard it was for him to do, because it feels like every cell of *his* body is yearning towards Pat….
"Come on, the lake, Sam…" The rest of their walk passes in a weird kind of haze…Sam only has the impression of time passing, of heat, of the sound of breathing and the feel of his breath hot and dry in his mouth….
The far end of the lake is shadowed under overhanging trees; no one is there this time of day. Patrick takes his hand, tugging him into the cooler shadows. Electric shivers zing along his nerves—anticipation makes him stumble. He's blushing, he's sweating, he knows what Patrick wants. Knows what he wants.
"Turn around, Sam," he says and Sam's confused, but okay, he follows Patrick's gentle urging. His back is pressed to the length of Pat's body. It's hot, but a different hot from being in the sun. Patrick pulls him tight; his dick rides the seam of Sam's shorts, pressing into the cleft of his ass. Sam wants to press back, and he wants to pull away…Patrick rolls his hips and Sam gasps at the quick, sharp, *jolt* that runs right to his dick and floods outward, filling him. Suddenly, Sam's not so sure he wants to take it this far, there's no going back, no do-overs if he chooses this. He's trying to tell Patrick that but his mouth is so dry he can't speak.
"Sit," Pat says, but it's almost a question really, so Sam nods and they drop to the grass. The second the grass tickles the back of his legs, Sam hesitates, starts to lurch upward. "I—I--" He knows there are *bugs* lurking in the grass—ticks, fleas, ants—crawly things in general. No way was something crawling up his shorts….
"Really?" Patrick says, and his voice is soft and amused. "You're going to worry about a few ants when you could be…" He slides his fingers smooth and quick up under Sam's shirt and flicks his nipples.
Sam yelps—holy shit—that's. Good. It felt—good. He drops to the ground between Pat's legs, leans against him. "Do it again?" Pat asks and Sam just kind of shivers all over and moans. "Take that as a yes," he chuckles softly, and does do it again, and again, and again until Sam is straining back against Pat's chest and feeling like he's five seconds from coming. This is a different Patrick all together, sexy and smooth and it's…nice. Real nice.
Patrick unzips his shorts, soothing him, and freed, his dick strains against the cotton of his boxers. Pat stops him when Sam tries to pull his pants down. He scrapes his finger nails gently against Sam's skin, rippling his hair, raising goose bumps on his skin and making his dick leak so much it's just embarrassing. He's never had anyone touch him like this, it's—incredible. His head is swimming, his heart pounding. Pat's soft, soft lips are drawing his earlobe into his mouth and Sam's just fucking astonished that it's so damn good. Every time Patrick licks, sucks on it, Sam's hips jerk up like he's got a wire to his dick from his earlobe. He can feel a growing damp spot in his boxers that seems to fascinate Patrick, he draws a finger over and over the hard arch of his dick, rubs his fingers over and around that spot, all the while snuffling into Sam's neck, and groaning each time Sam gasps. He whispers, "Hold on," and slides his hand into Sam's boxers, eases them down. "Oh. Wow…you really look hot," he says, and just like that, Sam comes--he didn't even feel it building, it just blindsides him. Like getting beat up and liking it—
He drops back into Patrick's arms. Pat holds him until he's back in the Land of the Brained, then pulls his t-shirt off. He wipes Sam clean with it, smiling at him like Sam's done something amazing. He's still hard, and Sam reaches out to him but Patrick shakes his head. He flicks the snap on his shorts open, slides them down just enough so he can wrap his hand around his dick and begins to jerk off, quick—efficient. Sam watches him, winces. It's just. It's not right. Pat's so…methodical. So business-like. Jerks off like he doesn't expect anything else, anything better. So Sam tips forward and presses his mouth to Patrick's jaw. He puts his hand on his bare, warm chest, right over his heart. His palm slips a little in the sweat. He feels Pat's big sweet heart pounding behind his ribs. Wishes he knew what to do to make it better for the boy. Maybe if he talked dirty to him, like they did in pornos. Sam opens his mouth and what comes out is goofy and drippy, but the words won’t stop. "You're so good, you’re such a good person, so kind…."
Okay, so…seriously lacking in sexy, and Sam feels like a dork, but it makes Patrick sob, like really loud, and he arches up and comes so hard it looks painful—spurts all over his stomach, it drips and pools in his hair. He collapses back into the grass. For a moment, he looks dead, and Sam panics. "PAT--"
Patrick slowly opens one green glazed eye. He smiles, a sloppy, sexy, lazy slide of a smile. "I'm here, I'm here, I'm good. Oh boy, am I good." Sam punches Patrick in the arm and then settles down in the grass next to him. He smiles, replaying the scene over in his mind. Sex. This counted, right? He wasn't a virgin either now.
A few seconds pass before he realizes that Patrick's been stroking his hair. "Come on, boy. Time to swim, yeah?"
They swim, lazy strokes back and forth across the lake, they wash Patrick's shirt, lay it on the grass to dry. They kiss, unhurried and sweet, resting under the trees until finally Patrick makes Sam get up. "We gotta go. Dean will kill us if we don’t show up soon."
The sun feels less like an iron and the air's not quite as wet now as they head out back home. Sam still feels a little like he's floating, and he can't stop sneaking looks at Patrick, who kind of shuffles between looking pleased, and looking uncertain. Sam reaches for his hand and he grabs Sam's.
Sam looks over his shoulder towards the lake. He can see someone standing there and he has this brief intense flash of embarrassment—what if they saw? Sam squints and just makes out the figure's a woman. As if she senses Sam looking back, she raises her head and watches them walk away, hands on her hips and her head tilted just a bit….
part 10
TBC
Fandom: SpN
Pairing: Sam/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1881
Summary: Sam finds out that love is never simple during a long hot summer in New Jersey
Lodi
9
Patrick wants to walk to a lake out in the woods, a place where the neighborhood kids hang out. Since Dean's at work, Sam goes with him. They follow the long line of chain link fence that separates the housing area from the woods and empty fields surrounding them. It's weirdly quiet, like being in a bubble. Sam's gotten used to the constant noise in the neighborhood and the field seems like it's full of this…expectant quiet. Like any minute all hell's gonna break lose. It's probably the eerie sound the cicadas make that make it seem so--this low deep thrumming that goes on and on. Sam's kind of slogging along. He's sweating, dripping wet right down to his boxers and beginning to regret agreeing to go on this stupid hike, even with the promise of a swim at the end of it.
"Tell me again why the fuck we're walking?" he sighs, imagining how nice it would have been to drive to the lake, instead of cutting through the weeds, and slowly getting covered with stickers and dust and….
"Cause we couldn't do this in a car," Patrick says, and carefully strips a handful of blackberries from the arching canes that grow all along the fence. He pops them in his mouth one after another, snickering at Sam's aghast expression. "Seriously, it's okay. They're good."
Sam's a kid who's spent most of his life in various motels, trailers, apartments…he has a hard time with the concept of food popping out of the ground. In his mind it comes clean and fresh or nearly so on a Styrofoam tray surrounded by plastic. Not possibly bug infested and covered with weed killer and dirt…
"Here," Patrick says and plants his thumb in the middle of Sam's chin and pulls down before he can say a word—he pushes a berry into Sam's mouth with a long, thick finger and tips his jaw shut. "Good, right?"
Sam blushes—he's hard in an instant, still feeling Pat's finger brush his tongue, his lips nearly on his. He nods carefully, and Patrick gives him another, and another, until Sam's mouth is full of sweet juice, and he's licking his lips. Patrick pops a fat dark berry into his own mouth and smiles. He slips his hand to the back of Sam's neck and pulls him close. Presses his mouth to Sam's and passes him the berry, already leaking juice from the pressure of his teeth….
Sam moans as Patrick strokes his tongue over his, smooth and sweet, the pulp of the berry transferring back and forth until Patrick pulls back to let Sam swallow--breathe. He sighs and leans his head against Sam's shoulder. "Hey…I hardly have to bend anymore," he whispers.
"Bitch," Sam whispers back, "you don’t have to bend at all…" Patrick laughs. His mouth travels up and down Sam's neck, licking, nipping. Sam can't hold still, his dick is pulsing with every nip. He's making sure to keep angled away from Patrick—it's fucking embarrassing how hard he is, bad enough he's making these stupid noises—
"Fuck." Patrick jerks away from him. "I can't—we better go back—go to the lake—stop this, I mean." He says that, but he's staring at Sam like he'd eat him alive if he could. It scares Sam a little, how hard he's staring, how he's trembling. Sam glances down and the bulge Patrick's trying to hide settles it for him.
"Don't. I want you to keep going."
Patrick shakes his head. "No, that's not…I think it'd be the wrong thing to do," he says. It's ridiculous how wistful he sounds, and Sam smiles. Kinda makes him feel like he's the experienced one and Patrick is the naive boy.
Braver, almost cocky, he steps forward. "Oh, really?" Sam kisses Patrick again, feeling how hot the inside of his mouth is, and how now the berry juice is a bit sour and he has to chase it in the corners of Patrick's mouth to find it…and then it's gone, only a faint taste of…nothing really, a taste of nothing….
Patrick moans into his mouth and Sam's hips jerk, totally out of his control, it startles him. A fleeting memory of coming after Dean trapped him in the crook of his arm draws a long, loud moan out of him and Patrick mutters, "Shit, shit," into his neck. He pulls away and Sam feels how hard it was for him to do, because it feels like every cell of *his* body is yearning towards Pat….
"Come on, the lake, Sam…" The rest of their walk passes in a weird kind of haze…Sam only has the impression of time passing, of heat, of the sound of breathing and the feel of his breath hot and dry in his mouth….
The far end of the lake is shadowed under overhanging trees; no one is there this time of day. Patrick takes his hand, tugging him into the cooler shadows. Electric shivers zing along his nerves—anticipation makes him stumble. He's blushing, he's sweating, he knows what Patrick wants. Knows what he wants.
"Turn around, Sam," he says and Sam's confused, but okay, he follows Patrick's gentle urging. His back is pressed to the length of Pat's body. It's hot, but a different hot from being in the sun. Patrick pulls him tight; his dick rides the seam of Sam's shorts, pressing into the cleft of his ass. Sam wants to press back, and he wants to pull away…Patrick rolls his hips and Sam gasps at the quick, sharp, *jolt* that runs right to his dick and floods outward, filling him. Suddenly, Sam's not so sure he wants to take it this far, there's no going back, no do-overs if he chooses this. He's trying to tell Patrick that but his mouth is so dry he can't speak.
"Sit," Pat says, but it's almost a question really, so Sam nods and they drop to the grass. The second the grass tickles the back of his legs, Sam hesitates, starts to lurch upward. "I—I--" He knows there are *bugs* lurking in the grass—ticks, fleas, ants—crawly things in general. No way was something crawling up his shorts….
"Really?" Patrick says, and his voice is soft and amused. "You're going to worry about a few ants when you could be…" He slides his fingers smooth and quick up under Sam's shirt and flicks his nipples.
Sam yelps—holy shit—that's. Good. It felt—good. He drops to the ground between Pat's legs, leans against him. "Do it again?" Pat asks and Sam just kind of shivers all over and moans. "Take that as a yes," he chuckles softly, and does do it again, and again, and again until Sam is straining back against Pat's chest and feeling like he's five seconds from coming. This is a different Patrick all together, sexy and smooth and it's…nice. Real nice.
Patrick unzips his shorts, soothing him, and freed, his dick strains against the cotton of his boxers. Pat stops him when Sam tries to pull his pants down. He scrapes his finger nails gently against Sam's skin, rippling his hair, raising goose bumps on his skin and making his dick leak so much it's just embarrassing. He's never had anyone touch him like this, it's—incredible. His head is swimming, his heart pounding. Pat's soft, soft lips are drawing his earlobe into his mouth and Sam's just fucking astonished that it's so damn good. Every time Patrick licks, sucks on it, Sam's hips jerk up like he's got a wire to his dick from his earlobe. He can feel a growing damp spot in his boxers that seems to fascinate Patrick, he draws a finger over and over the hard arch of his dick, rubs his fingers over and around that spot, all the while snuffling into Sam's neck, and groaning each time Sam gasps. He whispers, "Hold on," and slides his hand into Sam's boxers, eases them down. "Oh. Wow…you really look hot," he says, and just like that, Sam comes--he didn't even feel it building, it just blindsides him. Like getting beat up and liking it—
He drops back into Patrick's arms. Pat holds him until he's back in the Land of the Brained, then pulls his t-shirt off. He wipes Sam clean with it, smiling at him like Sam's done something amazing. He's still hard, and Sam reaches out to him but Patrick shakes his head. He flicks the snap on his shorts open, slides them down just enough so he can wrap his hand around his dick and begins to jerk off, quick—efficient. Sam watches him, winces. It's just. It's not right. Pat's so…methodical. So business-like. Jerks off like he doesn't expect anything else, anything better. So Sam tips forward and presses his mouth to Patrick's jaw. He puts his hand on his bare, warm chest, right over his heart. His palm slips a little in the sweat. He feels Pat's big sweet heart pounding behind his ribs. Wishes he knew what to do to make it better for the boy. Maybe if he talked dirty to him, like they did in pornos. Sam opens his mouth and what comes out is goofy and drippy, but the words won’t stop. "You're so good, you’re such a good person, so kind…."
Okay, so…seriously lacking in sexy, and Sam feels like a dork, but it makes Patrick sob, like really loud, and he arches up and comes so hard it looks painful—spurts all over his stomach, it drips and pools in his hair. He collapses back into the grass. For a moment, he looks dead, and Sam panics. "PAT--"
Patrick slowly opens one green glazed eye. He smiles, a sloppy, sexy, lazy slide of a smile. "I'm here, I'm here, I'm good. Oh boy, am I good." Sam punches Patrick in the arm and then settles down in the grass next to him. He smiles, replaying the scene over in his mind. Sex. This counted, right? He wasn't a virgin either now.
A few seconds pass before he realizes that Patrick's been stroking his hair. "Come on, boy. Time to swim, yeah?"
They swim, lazy strokes back and forth across the lake, they wash Patrick's shirt, lay it on the grass to dry. They kiss, unhurried and sweet, resting under the trees until finally Patrick makes Sam get up. "We gotta go. Dean will kill us if we don’t show up soon."
The sun feels less like an iron and the air's not quite as wet now as they head out back home. Sam still feels a little like he's floating, and he can't stop sneaking looks at Patrick, who kind of shuffles between looking pleased, and looking uncertain. Sam reaches for his hand and he grabs Sam's.
Sam looks over his shoulder towards the lake. He can see someone standing there and he has this brief intense flash of embarrassment—what if they saw? Sam squints and just makes out the figure's a woman. As if she senses Sam looking back, she raises her head and watches them walk away, hands on her hips and her head tilted just a bit….
part 10
TBC
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3/20/09 04:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
3/20/09 04:39 am (UTC)Freakin' love it, bay-bee.
:)
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3/20/09 07:53 am (UTC)(no subject)
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3/20/09 04:31 pm (UTC)*applauds*
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3/20/09 06:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
3/21/09 03:40 am (UTC)Yay, I'm so happy that it worked for you! I was pretty sure it was hot stuff, but you know how it is trying to gauge your own stuff! :)
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3/21/09 03:43 am (UTC)Thank you, oh my goodness, so much! you made me dance around my desk, figuratively speaking, of course. :) I was pretty sure it was hot, but it's great to know you think so too!
ooooo, need to snag icons from you! *HUGS*
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3/21/09 03:43 am (UTC)*victory arms*
*HUUUUGS*
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3/21/09 03:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
3/21/09 03:45 am (UTC)So, was that applause an eighties clap? :)
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3/21/09 03:45 am (UTC)You, you is so smart! *G*
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3/21/09 04:39 am (UTC)You take any icon you like.
:)
I bow to the master
3/21/09 02:53 pm (UTC)Donna
Re: I bow to the master
3/21/09 06:41 pm (UTC)Thank you again for reading this, and for letting me know you enjoyed it--that extra pat of feedback is rocket fuel!
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3/21/09 11:36 pm (UTC)(no subject)
3/22/09 12:45 am (UTC)(no subject)
3/22/09 12:58 am (UTC)thank you! more coming very soon!!
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3/23/09 12:12 pm (UTC)You really have me intrigued with the woman who was standing next to the lake. That's not just a random person, is it?
Do we get jealous Dean next? Y/Y?
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3/23/09 07:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
3/23/09 07:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
3/23/09 07:59 pm (UTC)Jealous Dean? Weeeeell, kinda sorta--yeah. :)
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3/23/09 10:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
3/31/09 04:55 pm (UTC)This is just gorgeous. Really, really good!
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4/7/09 12:02 am (UTC)(no subject)
4/24/09 04:38 am (UTC)Sam's first time was hot, by the way. And he can't help trying to sort out how he feels at the same time as he's experiencing everything. It's so Sam. He's got this drive to live and watch himself live at every moment.