Five Times Bobby and Crowley Argued like an Old Married Couple
(and one time they made up)
Summary: The title says everything. Bobby/Crowley; smut, fluff and laughs all around.
(This chapter contains non graphic male/male sex, but I thought I'd warn you anyway just in case you don't like that.)
Bobby stood outside his house, waving the Winchester's and Castiel off as they moved off to kill the creature they had researched. Now to find that damned moody demon. Bobby moved inside, closing and locking the door behind him before moving upstairs towards his and Crowley's bedroom. He pushed open the door to see a shape under their duvet. It was rather late, Bobby thought, so he wasn't really surprised to see Crowley in bed, although the demon usually waited on his lover.
There was no answer.
"What?" Bobby sighed and sat on the end of the bed, toeing off his shoes. The demon didn't turn to face him. He kept his back to Bobby, staring at the wall.
"You know I love ya, right?" Bobby said. Those words made Crowley turn to face his lover, his brow knitted in adorable confusion. He and Bobby stared at each other for a few moments before Crowley spoke.
"You've never said that to me before," Crowley said, suddenly sounding so innocent and childlike, something Bobby had never heard before. Bobby couldn't help but smile at the demon. He stood and removed his flannel shirt and dropped his jeans before climbing into bed beside the demon.
"I yell at you because you piss me off, sure. But I yell at you because I didn't want to admit that I had any chick flick feelings for you. Sure, you live here and the sex is great ..."
"Amen to that ..."
"... but I didn't want to admit anything past that. I'm getting old, Crowley. Things like that just don't happen like that for me anymore. Not in the life I lead," the elder hunter said. "So when I yell at you, don't take it to heart. Not that you'd take it to heart anyway, just I feel like I've been yelling more at you than anything else these past few days." Crowley laughed from next to Bobby, rolling over to the hunter and burying his face in his shoulder.
"I suppose you're forgiven, if that's what you're asking," he said, with a naughty smirk on his face. Bobby smiled back, ready to close his eyes and fall asleep when suddenly he felt the demon's soft lips on his own. Bobby kissed the demon back, feeling like it had been forever since they'd done this. Which it kind of was. Bobby had spent so much time getting angry at the demon and his hound and his damn mannerisms. But when he was kissing the demon, he couldn't be mad about anything. Crowley kissed him deeper, undressing the hunter quickly, and, within moments and with quick preparation, was buried deep inside the hunter.
"Fucking hell, Crowley ..." the hunter moaned, probably leaving bruises on the demon's shoulder from his death grip he had on him. Crowley just grinned before pressing another kiss to Bobby's lips, biting and moaning deeply as they moved together as one. Crowley thrust hard against the older hunter, listening to him pant and groan. This was the only time Crowley loved to hear Bobby shout his name. Their bodies moved together fast and hard before orgasm took over and they cried out each other's names before collapsing, spent, on the bed.
"You know, you're gonna end up giving me a heart attack," Bobby said, trying to get his breath back. Crowley just laughed into the pillow next to Bobby; a deep, rumbling, belly laugh that made Bobby's smile go from ear to ear.
"And that's why I love you back, Robert Singer. You're a morbid bastard."
Yay! Finished this. Hope you guys like this 3