Deleted Scene: Jin & Sam wake up together on Jin’s last morning

A 2.4K scene I reeeeally wanted to leave in Sons of Heaven & Hell but sadly couldn’t justify, since at that point in proceedings it slowed the pace and didn’t bring anything that couldn’t be fitted into either the sex scene just before it or into later preparation scenes for Ashmedai’s arrival. It does, however, give us more time with Jin’s feelings on the day, more sex (waggles eyebrows) and adds in a couple of nuanced hints about Jin & Sam’s relationship…

The original scene was about 1.5K so as a Valentine’s gift to you all, I’ve expanded it - partly so you get a bit more Jin & Sam (is that Jam or Sin?) and partly to remind people what’s going on at that point in the book.

PLEASE BE AWARE THE SCENE CONTAINS SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN’T READ SONS OF HEAVEN & HELL.

I hope you like it!!

Love to all 💙

Valentine’s Day 2023 :)

Chapter 36 & 1/2

Jin & Sam

Jin awoke with an encompassing sense of peace and someone curled warmly around him, their breath even and slow on the back of his neck, the faintest drift of cinnamon. Sam, then.

Just Sam. That meant…

Jin’s stomach lurched, flipping weakly as dread blossomed within it. That meant it was today. Marshall hadn’t stayed last night because he’d thought he wouldn’t be able to control himself: that he’d be too upset, that he’d hurt them, rip them apart. That was why Jin and Sam were alone. Because Jin’s time was up. Because he had no more days left.

He had, he realised, almost no faith in Phineas’ plan. It wasn’t just Phineas’ own lack of confidence in it, it was the knowledge that they still didn’t know what Ashmedai wanted, what it was they were supposed to be countering, why his father had given him the countdown in the first place, instead of a message. Had it all just been to make Jin more confused, more terrified, so that when the hour came, he’d simply crumble and give Ashmedai whatever he wanted? Was that how his father worked? All Jin knew was what others had told him – that Ashmedai was wrathful, vengeful, “preternaturally manipulative” – and what he’d seen for himself back in June: an infamous demon, shifting all the goalposts, raving about uprisings, burning ropes of fire through Nate’s tongue. Smiling as Nate screamed.

Edging carefully backwards, heart thumping, he nestled into the curve of Sam’s body, pulling the duvet higher, hoping the warmth would somehow drag him back into the frowsy shadows of sleep, away from thoughts, from time, from the day. Just away.

Behind him, Sam grunted and slid a heavy arm from where it was resting over Jin’s ribs, lower, fingers finding their way through the nest of hair at Jin’s groin and curling around his half-hard morning cock, settling there. He murmured something briefly in his sleep, body warm against Jin’s, breath returning to its steady pace, deep and soft.

Jin’s heart sped a little.

So he probably wasn’t going to drift off again, he thought – not when he could feel himself slowly filling in Sam’s hand. Sam’s grip was loose, but not that loose. He tried not to think about it. But what else was there to think about? Whether he’d be dead by nightfall? After a minute, he tilted his hips forwards experimentally, pushing into the tunnel of fingers, wondering what the ethics were of wanking yourself in someone’s hand if it was clutched around your dick while they slept. Slowly, he pushed again. Pulled back. Pushed again.

“You’re fucking sexy, ken,” Sam mumbled, hand tightening beautifully. Jin felt a warm wall of pressure against his arse, lips meeting the back of his neck, nuzzling.

He sighed, relieved, pressing back as Sam grazed sleepily along the side of his neck towards his jaw. He was well aware they should get up, ‘ready’ themselves in some pointless, ineffectual way. Phineas was most likely already downstairs, waiting for him to do precisely that. Jin just wanted the day never to happen. To pretend it wasn’t happening already. As Sam’s cock prodded one of his buttocks, knee landing over Jin’s thigh, he prayed Sam was on board with that: that he wasn’t going to decide the mystery was just too tempting and they should jump out of bed and get on with everything after all – like Nate had after the cat attack.

He hated himself for the thought. Nate, unerringly noble as he was, had only been trying to protect him.

That time had gone though.

Nate had asked to break up.

As Sam made his way from the root of Jin’s throat to his chin, Jin dipped his head to catch his mouth, opening Sam’s lips wider with his own then tasting in, slowly stroking their tongues together, Sam rising to one elbow to deepen the kiss, hand moving more purposefully now. He tasted musty and slightly sour but Jin couldn’t have cared less. There’d be no difference between them after a few more licks and anyway, brushing teeth might pull Sam out of the mood and Jin needed him in the mood. He wasn’t going make it through the day otherwise.

He could use his eyes of course, make certain of the mood, but he wouldn’t. However much he was like his father, he wouldn’t ever use his eyes for that.

Rolling as far onto his back as he could given how close Sam was, he opened himself to the kiss, curling his tongue into Sam’s mouth, dropping into the soft give of his lips, the moist sound as their mouths moved together, the snug movement of Sam’s hand on his cock, the little murmurs and grunts, trying to ignore the weight on his chest – the feeling that something enormous was sitting on it, digging into it. Burrowing. His throat was heating. Tears spiked the corners of his eyes. He lifted a hand to the back of Sam’s head, suddenly needing to feel him under his fingertips, afraid he might leave if he didn’t hold him there.

Sam drifted from the kiss. “Hey,” he said. Unhelpfully, his voice brimmed with care.

Jin sucked at the air, doing his best to blink away the tears so Sam wouldn’t see them today as well, despite the fact they were patently dribbling down over his cheekbones and into his ears. Sam’s gaze was pained as he looked down, auburn eyelashes fluttering slightly. He didn’t say anything else or move. He just looked.

Jin tried to reply. The sound knotted in his throat.

“Jin.” Sam’s mouth twisted a little. “You’re gonna survive this. Phineas is a Chief Inspector and a fucking sorcerer. And you ken Marshall. He loves you. He’s no’ gonna let you down.”

After a while, Jin managed to rasp, “I know,” even though he knew Sam was only saying it to make him feel better. Sam was as aware as he was that the plan was weak, that an aeons-old master of guile was bound to have something better than it. But he couldn’t disagree about Marshall not letting him down. Of course he wouldn’t. He’d spent months protecting Jin – why would that change now? He ran a thumb over Sam’s lips, watching the skin pink and pull.

Sam frowned.

Jin didn’t want to discuss it, any of it. He didn’t want to think. He just wanted to be someone else, something else. “I don’t suppose you feel like fucking me?”

Naturally, the question made him sound like exactly what he was.

Sam huffed, the sound half-amused, half-sympathetic. “Dude.” He dropped his head, beginning to lap lightly and slowly at Jin’s lips, the sensations duplicating in his dick, which Sam was still gripping. “Maybe you’ve missed it, but I always feel like fucking you. I mean… I ken I’m subtle about it.”

“That’s because I’m a–”

Sam set a finger over his mouth. “I told you last night, I dinnae give a fuck why it is. Just let yourself be wanted, aye?” He must have seen Jin’s scepticism though, since he arched an eyebrow, glanced down at his own cock and added, “Cos dude, I really want you – like it actually hurts.” He wriggled away, stretching for the lube. “And anyway, I look at it more as insane good fortune on my part. I mean here I am, up in the wilds of Scotland, nursing my supernatural guy kink, then you come along…” he nestled back in next to Jin, dragging a warm tongue up his neck, “a supernatural guy who’s literally built for sex and only feels better when he’s fucking, asking me do I feel like fucking you? That’s like a bone fide miracle. Plus,” he wrinkled his nose. “I do love you.”

Amazingly, from somewhere, Jin found a faint smile. “I love you too,” he said, which somehow felt like a gargantuan understatement. It was enough to reassure Sam though, who dropped another kiss on his mouth, a little more confidently, then reached down.

“No fingers,” Jin said. “I just want you in me. Please.”

Sam bit his shoulder as if he understood perfectly. Jin wondered if Marshall got like this too, even if he wasn’t actually the one facing his death today… Marshall… Jin hoped he was alright. Something inside him seemed to quiver painfully at the idea Marshall had been too worried about Jin to spend last night with them but that he’d still wanted Sam, his boyfriend, to be here. For Jin.

He’d misjudged Marshall so hugely, he thought, twisting back onto his side, bending to give Sam a better angle. Part of him wanted nothing more than to be face-to-face with him this morning. The other part couldn’t have managed the closeness if he’d tried. Sam didn’t question it.

A moment later, fingers met his crease, followed by a cool shock of lube over his hole. Sam’s fingers began circling the pucker, massaging, pressing, the lube quickly warming. Jin reached down, lifting his arse cheek a little. Blunt warmth met his anus.

“You ready, aye? You’re sure?”

Jin mumbled a yes and Sam pushed, the pressure increasing, rapidly becoming uncomfortable, until Jin bore down, opening himself. Sam tunnelled in, moaning so loudly that Phineas probably heard it downstairs. Again.

Jin hissed. They’d had enough sex last night that the entry wasn’t painful as such, just intense. He almost wished for pain. It would pin him here, tell him he was still alive, that it wasn’t over yet, that it was still just him and Sam. Instead, his prostate was already sending out soft waves of pleasure and delight. Since of course his arse seemed to be composed of prostate.

As his pelvis flattened against Jin’s buttocks, Sam stilled, fingers digging into Jin’s hips. “Fuck, dude,” he breathed. “You’re mega tight. You wouldnae believe how my cock feels.”

Jin reached a hand behind him to knot his fingers in Sam’s hair, pressing back with his arse although it wasn’t really possible to get closer. “You wouldn’t believe how you feel,” he grunted, insides pulsing around the fullness as he took Sam’s mouth again.

The kiss was brief though, Sam breaking off to lean back and peer interestedly down to where they were joined, pulling out a little as he went, the movement dragging inside Jin. Sam’s eyes lit as he watched, expression as filthy as Jin had ever seen it. Sam only had two expressions when he was fucking: wonderstruck and filthy. Jin loved them both. The thought sent something warm through him: the fact he knew Sam this well, this tiny detail, the intensity of how he felt about his friend, if that was still what he was. Then Sam ground back in, forcing a little against the tightness, issuing a long, low groan as he pushed, and Jin dissolved.

As Sam built his rhythm, gaze glued to Jin’s arse like it was the best thing he’d ever seen, Jin let the hot bursts from his unfailingly gratified prostate burn away every thought, spiriting him away more effectively than sleep ever could. Kisses laved his upper arm and shoulder. Sam bit and sucked at the flesh, just hard enough to hurt; then the hand on Jin’s hip snaked back around to his dick, fingers curling around it as they had when Jin had awoken and, with the next thrust of Sam’s hips, Jin’s cock was pressed forwards through the encircling fingers. He moaned, Sam dragging them both backwards before thrusting again, pushing him back through.

Jin couldn’t speak, whether because being with Sam felt so good or because words felt too difficult this morning. He let it all wash through him: the sensations, Sam’s timing, the heat of him, his scent, his hand, the steady beat of his cock inside him, rush after honeyed rush from his gland. As the minutes passed, the bittersweet thought crossed his mind that if he was going to be dragged to Hell today for an eternity of torment, Sam would have sent him there well-loved and well-fucked.

He turned his head to catch Sam’s lips again, wishing he hadn’t rolled away, that they were facing each other after all, that he was doing more to please Sam: giving more, taking more, storing it all up inside him so that perhaps it might last when the day ended. So he’d leave with some good in him.

“You wouldnae believe how awesome this feels,” Sam muttered into his mouth, hand flying over Jin’s cock.

Jin felt his glow rise, the love he had for Sam. Gratitude. His dick was leaking over his belly.

As his gaze found Sam, Sam’s eyes widened. Jin could see his glow reflected in them, just as he’d once seen them in Nate’s. “Fuck,” Sam managed, the sound a whine.

“Sam, please,” Jin said, although he had no idea what he was asking for. Sam, possibly. His soul.

“I’m here,” Sam mumbled in what looked like a haze of lust. “I love you, Jin, I’m here.”

“I love you,” Jin said. “Sam, I really…” The thrusting was growing more intense, more frantic, less rhythmic. Sam’s eyes were almost black, lashes sleep-mussed, lips swollen. He looked wrecked. Jin pulled at his hair, kissed him, wanting all of him. The magic was, as always, swirling around the room, drifting like loose tentacles. He longed to wrap them around Sam, drag him in. Keep him.

“Fuck, Jin,” Sam panted, eyes deepening, “Fuck, fuck, you’re… I’m totally gonna…” he groaned richly, hips spasming as he began to spill inside, emptying everything.

“Keep fucking me,” Jin pleaded against his mouth. He was so close – Sam was, of course, against his prostate on every stroke.

With a tiny, cut-off snarl, Sam kissed him, continuing to fuck him almost as hard as if he hadn’t just come, hand like a blessing around Jin’s cock. “Jin,” he huffed as Jin’s orgasm boiled up within him. “I want you so much. I keep fucking wanting you.”

Jin tried to reply but he was already erupting over Sam’s fingers, moaning into his pillow while Sam savaged his throat.

It was messy and hot and wild.

Perfect.

Sam was perfect.

And then the day crashed back in.


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