Title: The Bodyguard
Author: Bj Jones
Rating: FRAO/NC-17
Summary: Dean had a new job….
Series: Brake Lights in the Distance, The Bodyguard, Evil Lurks, November 2nd, Family Business
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Sam was pissed. It just wasn’t his day. He was late for his International Relations class. Then he discovered there was a test in his Criminal Law class. And just to add to the humiliation of the day, he tripped on the stairs and sprained his ankle, and now he was sitting at home bored out of his mind.
“Sweetie.”
“Oh THANK YOU GOD!” Sam looked over at Jessica with love and adoration. “Save me.”
“You’re beyond saving,” she leaned over and kissed him. Jess eyed the bandaged and iced ankle. “Hurt bad?”
“It’s a dull pain.” It wasn’t too bad. Hell, he’d had worse, but it wasn’t something he could tell her. “I thought you were going out with Rebecca?”
“Silly boy.” She smiled before she headed into the kitchen. “I wasn’t going to leave you all alone. You brood when you’re ill.”
“I do not.”
Sam growled at the memory of Dean’s voice; ‘Dude. You whine like a baby.’
“I love you honey, but you whine like a baby,” Jessica yelled out from the kitchen.
Sam grumbled and slumped down into the couch. “Do not.”
Jess came back out and put more ice on his ankle then handed him a cup of tea. “We’ll just sit here and watch some movies.”
“Sounds nice,” he pulled her against him and kissed the top of her head. It was moments like these he craved. Simple. Normal.
Jessica had turned on the TV, stopping on one of the Entertainment/Gossip style shows. Sam rolled his eyes, but didn’t complain since he knew Jess loved the glamour of the Rich and Famous.
“He’s so hot.” Jessica stared at the screen.
Sam frowned, “He’s short.”
“Everyone is short compared to you, honey.” She gave him a quick kiss. “And you know I love you, but Tony Stark is just… gawd.”
Sam picked up the book he was reading and ignored the commentary about Mr. Stark’s latest weapon and girlfriend. The man went through girlfriends like he went through shirts.
“Damn… who’s that?” Jessica leaned forward in her seat and stared at the TV.
Sam glanced up at the screen. He could see the reporter holding a microphone up to Stark.
“So who did you bring with you? Not quite your normal date.”
“Him,” he looked back over his shoulder. “He’s my bodyguard. Pay no heed to him, he’s here to watch, not to be seen.”
The reporter grinned and leaned closer, “And why do you need a bodyguard?”
Tony leaned forward, giving her a sexy grin. “To protect me from all those jealous boyfriends.”
The camera panned back and focused on the bodyguard. The book Sam was reading fell out of his hands and onto the floor.
Dean?
“If that was my bodyguard, I would stick real close.” Jessica leaned back on the couch. She turned towards her boyfriend. “Sam?”
He shook his head and watched as Stark and his ‘bodyguard’ moved off towards the entrance of the swank Hollywood club. “You really think he’s hot?”
“I love you Sam, but the man’s hot.” She grinned as she climbed into his lap. “But you have nothing to worry about baby.” Jessica leaned down and kissed him deeply. Her hands moved down his chest to his jogging pants, slipping inside and grabbing his cock. “Just sit back and let me take care of you.” Sam’s head fell back against the couch as he moaned. God he loved her.
***
Sam slipped out of the bed, grabbed his cell phone, and hobbled out of the bedroom. He leaned against the window and stared at the phone; it had been almost a year since he had talked to his brother. Last time they had talked, he had told Dean to just leave him alone. He needed to find his own path, without his brother lurking around. He had tried to ignore the pain he saw flash through Dean’s eyes as he shrugged and said ‘sure Sammy’ and walked out of Sam’s life.
Sam had expected Dean to call in a few weeks. Weeks turned to months and now it had been practically a year. He had no idea what his brother was doing, or how he ended up as Stark’s bodyguard. It wasn’t one of his brother’s normal gigs, unless the millionaire was being haunted.
He took a deep breath and hit send.
‘Well, well… let me guess, you saw your dear old brother on the news and just had to know what you were missing.’
Sam startled and stared at the phone for a moment, “Dean?”
‘I know I share some of his characteristics, specifically the ability to sweet talk a sweet ass out of her skirt, but I’m not your brother, Mr. Winchester.’
“Then who the fuck are you and what are you doing with my brother’s phone!?” Sam demanded.
He could hear the laughter coming through the phone. ‘Oh that’s cute. Getting all protective of a brother you haven’t spoken to in a year. One you told to go fuck off, so you can have your perfect life.’
Sam blinked a few times. “Who the fuck are you?”
‘Tony Stark,’ the voice turned cold. ‘And you, Samuel Winchester, might want to play nice. I have friends up in Stanford that can make your perfect normal college life hell.’
“I want to talk to Dean.” He refused to be threatened by the playboy.
‘He’s a bit fucked out at the moment,’ Tony said with pride. ‘I had him screaming my name just a few moments ago, and I don’t feel like waking him up so you can grill him on his extracurricular activities.’
“My brother isn’t gay.”
‘Neither am I,’ Stark laughed. ‘For a college boy you’re awfully closed minded… Wait… That doesn’t surprised me, since you see the world the way you want to see it, and fuck anyone who messes up your perspective. I actually find it hard to see you two as brothers.’
Sam growled into the phone. “You have no clue about my family…”
‘Oh you mean the Hunting?’ Once again he could hear the humor in Stark’s voice and it was starting to piss Sam off. ‘As your brother would say, ‘Dude, get with the program.’ You wanted him out of your life, he is. Dean’s mine now.’ And with that Tony Stark hung up on him.
Sam tried dialing back but it went straight to voice mail. He was tempted to throw the phone across the room. He would just keep calling until he talked to Dean.
***
“Did you enjoy that?” Dean muttered from the pillow.
“Immensely!” Tony ran a hand down the hunter’s bare back. “He’s a whiny bastard.”
“He’s a good kid,” he said as he turned towards Stark. “He just wanted out.”
“Fuck that!” Tony sat up in the bed and glared at him. “Like you didn’t? You had the same fucking opportunities as precious little Sammy, yet you did your duty and he basically told you to fuck off. No thanks for saving my ass, no thanks for raising me, just a flip of a finger and on with his life. Even when you were there supporting him, he still tells you to fuck off.”
Dean rolled onto his back. “Done being my knight in shining armor?”
“You know if either he or Mr. John Winchester ever shows up, I’m siccing my bodyguard on them.” Tony got out of the bed and walked over towards the bar to pour himself a drink.
Dean leaned back on his elbows and admired the toned, naked ass, “Dude. I’m your bodyguard.”
“I meant Pepper,” he threw over his shoulder. “She’s protective of you, like a snappy Pomeranian. She’ll chew his ankles off.”
“I’m not sure who got insulted in that sentence,” Dean laid back down in the bed. “Besides Dad doesn’t really contact me, just sends me coordinates. And I doubt Sam will make any more of a fuss. He’ll just add it up to me hustling…” He sat back up at the crash of glass against the bar. “Tony?”
“So he would rather believe that you’re selling your ass to the highest bidder, than make sure I’m not some psychotic millionaire that’s chained you up in my basement.” Stark was seriously tempted to call Stanford and make a few waves just so Sammy-boy understood who had the power.
“It’s not like I haven’t done it…” Dean shrugged, his arms resting on his knees.
Tony stopped mid-fill on his second scotch. “You hustled?”
“We needed food.”
He downed the alcohol and moved back towards the bed. “Remind me why I haven’t put a hit out on Papa Winchester?”
“Because… that would be bad.” Dean blinked up at him. “Dad did what he had to do, it wasn’t normal. It wasn’t good. But it was all that we had. All considering, we turned out decently.”
“You have more issues than I do… or we may be tied on that.” He knelt down on the bed in front of Dean. “We should do group therapy just to scar the poor pathetic sociopaths.”
“I prefer home therapy actually.” He leaned forward and kissed him. “We can just fuck our problems away…”
“We could do that at group, but then I think it’s considered an orgy,” Stark grinned, spreading Dean’s legs and settling between them. “And I don’t like to share my toys with others.”
Dean fell back onto the bed, his knees falling open even farther. “I’m stretched, lubed up, and horny. Get in me.”
Tony grabbed another condom, he’d completely lost track of how many they had used already. He slicked himself up and pushed into the willing body. Tony moaned as tight heat surrounded him. He didn’t know how Dean did it; no matter how many times he fucked the kid into the bed, he was always tight. Dean’s strong legs wrapped around Stark’s chest and pulled him down. Stark pushed on his arms and held himself above the younger man. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Trying to get fucked,” Dean responded.
“I’m in charge here.” Tony pulled out then slid slowly back into him.
“Really…” Dean flipped them in a blink then straddled Stark as he sank onto his hard cock. He moaned, hands splayed out over the toned chest as he began to ride. Tony gripped his hips and pushed upward, as Dean came down, scraping over his prostate, causing the younger man to scream out with each stroke. Dean grabbed his own hard cock and stroked it, his legs now trembling with exertion and need.
Tony batted Dean’s hand from his cock and began stroking it hard and fast, wanting to watch him fall apart. Dean felt the tingling sensation begin at the base of his spine, as his orgasm swept over him, screaming out Tony’s name, as his semen splashed over Stark’s chest and hand. Tony shoved up into the hot channel as Dean’s inner muscles gripped his cock; he threw his head back and came with a shout. He panted softly as he came down from his third orgasm of the night. Stark’s eyes snapped open when he felt Dean’s tongue on his fingers. He watched as the young man licked his own cum off Tony’s hand.
“You just don’t quit, do you,” he could feel his dick twitch but he doubted he could come again, at least without some rest.
Dean smirked as he dismounted his lover’s body and lay down next to him. “I’m too tired to go a fourth round with you.” He laughed as he rolled onto his back.
“You’ll be here in the morning?” Stark asked.
“Dude, and miss the pancakes Jarvis cooks up, hell no.” Dean grinned over at him, before getting them both settled under the covers. “Besides, you hired me to be your bodyguard. Can’t quite protect you if I’m not around.”
“I knew saving your ass from jail would pay off.” Tony drifted off feeling safe and secure.
Dean watched him sleep as the lights faded in the bedroom, Jarvis always on duty. He slipped out of the bed and pulled on his jeans, grabbing his cell phone as he walked towards one of the balconies. He couldn’t believe after a year Sam suddenly wanted to talk to him. Stark would tell him he should be more pissed, but how could he be. He’s always done what he could to make Sammy happy.
‘Dean?’
“Yeah, dude it’s me.” Dean leaned against the railing and looked out towards the ocean.
‘What the hell is going on? And what the fuck are you doing with Tony Stark?’Sam demanded.
“Not like you really have any say in the situation, Sam,” he reminded him. “Especially since you told me to get the hell out of your life.”
He could hear Sam’s quick inhale. ‘I didn’t mean it like that.’
“Then how do you mean ‘Dean, don’t come around, you’re confusing me and I need to move on with my life’?” Dean asked, holding back the bitterness in his voice.
‘I didn’t need you protecting me…’ Sam hesitated.
“I’m your brother, always will be whether you like it or not.” He turned and looked back towards the house. “My job is to protect you.”
‘So now you’re protecting Stark,’ Sam snapped at him.
“He pays me to be his bodyguard, yes,” Dean answered. “What else I do with my life is none of your concern.”
‘I’m your brother.’
Dean took a deep breath. “Well you have a funny way of showing it. Just let it go, Sam. I’m fine.”
‘Dean….’
“Take your own advice. It’s too confusing, just let it go. Goodbye Sam.” Dean hung up the phone and then tossed it off the balcony. Maybe it was time for him to take a page out of Sam Winchester’s book and do what he wanted for once. He walked back into the bedroom and stripped out of his jeans, then crawled back into the bed, and stretched out next to Stark.
He had no delusions about his position in Tony’s life, but at least he knew where he stood. But at the end of the day there were two people Tony came home to: Pepper and Dean. And they made sure he was taken care of and protected.