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Slowly, Lucifer lowered his phone back onto the table and pulled his hand away. The alternative would be to throw the damn thing against the wall, stomp around on the debris and set fire to the broken remains of said phone.
It had been his own fault, really. He got the formal invitation to his family dinner weeks ago and ignored it. He didn’t want to go. Now, his mother called him and came down on him like only a mother was capable of doing. He had to go and he had to bring someone along. Still, Lucifer felt no real desire to meet his parents and his siblings. It always ended the same way. Drunken confessions, yelling, crying and silence for months until their mother wanted to give it another attempt to try and get the family back together.
That alone was annoying, but the fact he had to bring along a plus one was pissing him off.
He hadn’t had a real date in months and so he had no one he could ask to accompany him to this fucked up, and battle-in-waiting, family dinner. Lucifer didn’t really want to go but he had no other choice. He could always say that his date had canceled on him at the last minute. But then he would be forced to listen to Michael about how he was a man-whore and couldn’t find a suitable partner because no one wanted to stay with someone with his past.
Grinding his teeth together, Lucifer ripped drawer of his desk open and pulled out a bottle of far too expensive whiskey to gulp it down as he did now. It was a waste of a good and old whiskey, but in the face of the upcoming Apocalypse; one was allowed to disrespect even good alcohol.
With the bottle still held to his lips, Lucifer heard the door to his office being pushed open and silently being shut again. The sigh that followed told him that it was Sam who was now standing in his office.
Growling, Lucifer lowered the bottle and glared at Sam despite knowing that his friend wasn’t at fault for his foul mood.
“What?”
The one word was more of a snarl but Sam only flipped him the bird before he sat down on Lucifer’s desk and took the bottle from his hand to take a mouthful himself.
“I heard you talk in your almost silent but deadly voice and since you aren’t working on something I can only guess that your family is involved. I wanted to check on you, that’s all.”
Sighing in defeat, Lucifer dragged his hands through his unruly dark blond hair and went silent for a moment before he looked up at Sam.
“It’s a family dinner. I tried to ignore it, like the last four times, but my mother insists on my presence and I’m supposed to bring a plus one as well. Where the fuck do I get a plus one for this fucked up thing who isn’t going to run the second the door is opened? It’s like walking onto a battlefield in nothing but a speedo.”
Towering over him, Sam chuckled and grinned wide when Lucifer glared at him. “What’s so funny now?” Sam tapped his nose as if Lucifer was a misbehaving cat. “Just the thought of you in a speedo. Your ass would be illegal to watch in one. Just saying.”
Giving Sam a bitch face that did nothing but make Sam laugh even more, Lucifer leaned back in his normally comfortable chair. He took the bottle of alcohol from Sam’s hand again and took another deep swing.
“I can go with you, Luce.”
Sam’s words made Lucifer swallow too much and he started to cough as he looked up at Sam with teary eyes.
“Are you nuts? You know more about my family than anyone. And you’re offering to go with me? Did someone put something in your coffee this morning?” Snorting, Sam took the bottle from Lucifer’s hand, screwed it shut again and placed it back on the desk.
“Luce, get your pretty head out if your equally pretty ass. How long have we been friends who screw each other silly? For years now. We can pass perfectly as a couple and the way you said it, you only have to bring a plus one, not a girlfriend. I won’t give a shit about what they say because I have enough ammo to sink their ship with the things I know about them. I can be the most embarrassing guy they ever had in their house and they won’t even look at you. Should this not work, we still can go back to plan B and I can suck you off in the living room.”
Sam shrugged and his long hair made a small flip on his shoulders when he moved. Staring up at Sam, Lucifer tried to come up with a perfect response to decline Sam’s offer but... Sam was right and they both knew it.
He texted Sam the needed information later that night after they finished their day with an illegally hot round of phone sex.
…
The day the dinner was supposed to happen, Lucifer was looking for a cheap excuse to not go. He didn’t want to. He even told Sam they could spend the day fucking and watching Netflix but Sam declined. Lucifer had already told his mother he would be there and was bringing someone along and so they wouldn’t leave the already sinking ship.
Now, that Lucifer was standing in front of the door to his parent's house, his mood was sour enough that not even the prospect of Sam sucking him off brought a smile to his face. Maybe he should add tequila to his sour mood. Lucifer was sure his family would add the necessary salt on its own. Sam had already ringed the bell and now they were waiting for someone to open the door. Lucifer was so tense he could already feel a headache starting to form behind his eyes and the longer they had to wait, the worst it got.
Warm and strong fingers closed around Lucifer’s neck and pressed softly down on the pressure points along the back to ease the tension. This was one of the benefits they shared. They looked out for each other without the actual emotional drama. They could have fun with each other, took take of each other, but either of them could go somewhere else if needed and was there when the other called.
The door was ripped open and Lucifer had to keep himself from growling when he spotted his older brother Michael who glared at him. Said glare got worse when Michael noticed Sam’s hand on Lucifer’s neck.
“Really, Lucifer? You‘re at our parent's house. Can’t you stop being a whore for a few hours and behave like a decent human being? Mother told you to bring a date along; who is this?”
It was only Sam’s suddenly hard grip around his neck that kept Lucifer from punching his brother right in the face.
“Well, hello you too, dearest brother mine. Always a pleasure to see you and the cucumber-sized stick up your ass. Sorry to disappoint you but once you embrace the lifestyle of a whore, you stick to it. Yes, mother told me to bring a
plus one
along but she wasn’t specific and told me to bring a girlfriend. Just to show you how politeness works, Michael, this is my newest love interest who gives an awesome head, Sam Winchester. Sam, this is my pain in the ass, of the not good kind, older brother Michael. Please ignore the huge stick he has up his ass. You don’t want to imagine my dearest brother without it. I’m sure he will end up as the worst kind of noisy drag-queen or something.”
In front of him, Michael went red as a cherry, turned around on the spot and stalked back into the house.
Looking at Sam who stared after his brother, Lucifer only shrugged and together they faced his family. It kinda felt like walking to his own execution but Sam’s hand grabbing his ass to give him a hard squeeze made Lucifer feel better. Time to face the music.
…
Dinner was a tense affair. His father was physically present but mentally he was still working on his newest book, Michael was throwing daggers at Lucifer
and
Sam and didn’t spare a glance at the woman next to him who looked completely pissed. Gabriel only had eyes for the tall blond he brought along with boobs the size of honey melons. Raphael looked bored as hell and his plus one only stared at her phone.
The food was good, the company not so much, and Lucifer entertained himself with rewatching the last porn clips he had seen together with Sam. He was already half hard and glad he had chosen to wear some lose slacks instead of his more tight-fitting jeans.
When dinner was off the table and they were told to mingle, relax and talk, Lucifer excused himself and went into the bathroom. He would never make it through the rest of the evening with this low burning arousal. He really picked the wrong kind of entertainment to keep himself from telling Michael to get himself the biggest dildo to get rid of his asshole behavior.
He had just opened his pants when the door was pushed open and he cursed himself silently for not locking it but his curse stayed silent when Sam pressed a kiss to his lips.
A spark of danger flashed in those radiant eyes before Sam went down to his knees in front of Lucifer. Sam said nothing as he pulled Lucifer’s pants and boxer briefs down enough so he could free his cock. Biting down on his own fist to stay silent, Lucifer stared down at Sam as the tall brunet swallowed Lucifer’s cock down to the root without warning or hesitation.
Whimpering, Lucifer leaned back against the sink, bit down harder on his own fist while he buried his other hand in Sam’s long hair.
Sam, bastard that he was, sucked him hard and dirty, tongue wrapping around the sensitive head of Lucifer’s cock and suddenly Lucifer could feel Sam’s tongue dipping into his slit. Groaning, Lucifer couldn’t keep himself from bucking into Sam’s mouth who went slack around him. When Sam tipped against his hip with his index finger, Lucifer knew what the other wanted.
With his one hair still buried in Sam’s hair, Lucifer started to fuck Sam’s mouth with fast thrusts. Whenever Lucifer pushed in deep enough to bump against the back of Sam’s throat, Sam would groan low.
His orgasm was a fast building for Lucifer and it crashed together over him like a wave as Sam pressed his fingers hard against the sensitive area right behind Lucifer’s balls.
Gasping for air when his orgasm was like force, Lucifer pumped his release into Sam’s still mouth. Caught in the waves of pleasure, Lucifer looked up only to meet Michael’s eyes who was standing in the door to the bathroom.
There were many emotions visible on his brother’s face but jealousy, envy, and open want were the most prominent. Lucifer lost track of his brother when Sam let go of him and came back to his feet. When Lucifer kissed Sam, he could taste himself but the expression on his brother’s face was something he couldn’t forget.
Maybe Lucifer needed to be a good brother for once and get his older brother the biggest dildo the nearest sex shop had in stock.