666 Casper Road - Sam/Dean - R (Pt. 2)
666 Casper Road
Sam/Dean | R | spoilers up to 5x03, just to be sure | angst, curtain fic | ca. 13,000 words | written for whenthewarsover
Part 1
He barely sees Dean or Lorraine in the following days. There are a few extra shifts available at the bar and while Sam argues they could use the extra money for the renovations, he's just glad that he doesn't have to be at home. There's a lot of tension between Dean and him, and since he doesn't know how to fight it, Sam chooses the flight option instead.
He doesn't see Dean enter the bar but he hears his conversation with Kristy, the waitress, as soon as it happens.
"Hi, stranger. Anything I can get for you today?" she asks with a giggle because flirting is what she does, especially if the guy is attractive. And Dean definitely counts as attractive.
"Naw, thanks, sweetheart. I'm just here for the cute bartender," Dean laughs and then he's standing by the bar, huge grin on his face.
Sam blushes and he hates it. He's shocked to see Dean, to see him here, to see him flirt (with Sam) so very obviously. Dean's sending mixed signals again; just yesterday they were avoiding each other and now he's standing right in front of Sam, grinning and pretending as if they are somehow involved.
Not wanting to shut Dean down right away, Sam decides to go with it and teases, "Just here for the bartender, eh? Too bad. The beer would've been on the house."
Then he becomes serious. "Dean, why did you come here tonight?"
From one second to the other, Dean's tone matches Sam's. "We need to talk."
Sam doesn't have a good feeling about this. "I think I need that beer now."
Dean doesn't react to what Sam said, his expression doesn't change. Instead, he asks in all seriousness, "Can we go somewhere private?"
"Sure." Sam nods and shouts out to one of his colleagues, "Bradley, can you watch the bar for a few minutes?" before he leads Dean to a staff-only room in the back.
The room is small and hot, or maybe that's just how it feels under Dean's intense gaze. Sam watches Dean shift from one leg to the other, watches him look around the room as if he were uncomfortable under Sam's stare.
"I'm sorry about the other day," Dean says. His expression is so raw, so pained that it doesn't take a genius to figure out which day Dean's referring to. "I made a mistake. I shouldn't've pushed you away."
Sam nods, not yet believing what he's hearing. It's almost too good to be true. "What made you change your mind? What's different?"
Dean purses his lips as if he had been expecting Sam to ask. Knowing Dean, he probably did. With a secretive smile, he says, "Someone helped me open my eyes and sort out the mess in my head."
"Lorraine?" Sam asks. Dean nods and Sam's not surprised that she ignored his wishes and talked to Dean after all. Maybe, in the end, it'll turn out as a good thing. Maybe they can sort this out, maybe they can't. Whatever the outcome, at least it'll give Sam peace of mind. Finally.
"So," he challenges, "what's happening now?"
Dean takes a few steps closer to Sam until they're right in each other's personal space. Dean's proximity makes the fine hairs in the back of Sam's neck stand up. Dean's gaze is intense and the all-too-familiar feeling of dancing butterflies is back. Sam doesn't want to be so easy. Somewhere in the back of his head a voice is screaming to be cautious because in the end, he's only going to get hurt again.
Dean places a hand on Sam's side. It's awkward, a touch that used to be so familiar. "I want this. You. Us."
"For how long?" Sam doesn't mean to sound as defiant and aggressive as he does, so he quickly explains, "Look, man, reason I'm asking is because I can't take you rejecting me again. You know I want this. You know I never wanted to stop and you know how sorry I am about everything. That I lied to you and that I kept secrets, but Dean, I need to know you trust me and that we're in the same boat. And that you're not going to get tired of me again next week when you decide you can't do it."
Sam's interrupted when Dean silences him with a kiss.
It's the total contraire of their last kiss: when Dean's tongue nudges at Sam's lips, Sam doesn't hesitate a second before he responds. Their tongues tangle and it's hot and wet and turning him on instantly. It's ridiculous but now that Dean's so eager, just as desperate as Sam, Sam realizes just how much he missed this. He pushes Dean until he's trapped between the wall and Sam's body. They start grinding their bodies, getting more desperate with each swipe of tongue, with each lick and each pant. It's going in a direction it shouldn't go pretty fast, at least not here, but Sam can't stop as his hands in Dean's hair pull him even closer.
They jump at a loud thumping sound outside the room. Breaking apart, they look flushed and hungry. Sam bursts out laughing and Dean joins him. When Sam's fingers hook into the belt loops of Dean's pants, pulling him closer again, Dean comes in easily. They kiss, slower this time.
"When can you get out of here?" Dean whispers, pressing his body against Sam's.
Sam can feel the outline of Dean's hard dick through their clothes and if he could, he'd finish his shift (and something else) this instance. But he can't and he's not going to celebrate his reunion with Dean in the storage room at a bar.
"Same as always. Around 2:30."
Judging from Dean's expression, he thinks the same thing as Sam. It's gonna be a few long hours.
Dean leans in, his mouth moving from Sam's lips to the corner of his mouth, down his chin, until Dean finds his throat. Sam cranes his neck to give Dean better access. Only too late he realizes that Dean's sucking and biting at his throat, the hickey already in place. With a grin, Dean takes a step back and asks, "Didn't you mention the beer's on the house?"
Sam's sure his face is crimson red as they return to the bar. Bradley's grinning broadly like Sam has never seen before. Dean actually winks at him and a whole bunch of Sam's co-workers break out into laughter or start whistling. Sam wants to die on the spot.
At around 1 AM and two beers later, Dean heads home. However, it's not before he leers at Sam, of course, and asks him (a little too loudly) not to be late because they have plans. At this point, Sam just laughs it off and grins.
Last call's been served and the patrons are finally leaving one after the other. When Sam starts polishing the glasses, Bradley comes up to him and says, "Didn't know you had a boyfriend, Sam."
Sam shrugs, not interested in sharing his life story with Bradley. Instead he says, "Things between Dean and I haven't been particularly easy in the past."
It's part of the truth but far from the whole. He knows that the question was more about the fact that Sam's having a boy- rather than a girlfriend but he's over justifying his sexuality to other people. He did in the past, but he stopped caring about other people frowning upon him because of it.
"I guess they are now," Bradley says with a huge grin on his face. Sam's cheeks turn hot again and when Bradley says, "Go home, tiger. I'll clean that up." Sam says his goodbyes within seconds.
Sam's bouncing with anticipation as he runs up the steps to the house. Unlocking the door takes a lot longer than usual due to his excited clumsiness; it's unnerving. He drops his bag by the front door and as soon as he enters, he heads upstairs to search Dean.
He's perplexed when Dean isn't in his room. This bewilderment turns into slight panic as he hears Dean's light snores, yet doesn't know where Dean is. It takes Sam a second to finally remember to check his own room too. That's where he finds Dean, curled up in Sam's bed. On the right side, leaving Sam the side that's always been his for as long as he can remember, no matter whom he shares the bed with. Sam smiles and undresses quickly.
As Sam slips under the covers, Dean croaks, voice still rough from sleep, "Time is it?"
Sam doesn't even bother check his watch. "Middle of the night."
He cups Dean's cheek, the stubbly skin rough against his fingers. Before he leans in to kiss Dean, Sam asks, "So we're really doing this again? You still want this?"
"Yeah," Dean says and that's when Sam goes for it.
Kissing Dean is one of the things Sam never could get enough of it. Even when he was high on demon blood, nothing was as powerful, as intoxicating, leaving him as desperate and wanting as the feeling of Dean's soft lips and tongue against his. Moving from Dean's mouth to Dean's neck, Sam thinks it's time for a little revenge. He sucks a hickey into Dean's skin while Dean laughs and tries to shove him away playfully. Sam bites softly into Dean's shoulder, kisses down his chest, over his tattoo until he reaches Dean's nipples.
Sam's getting hard already. There is plenty of pent-up sexual energy, plenty of lust and want that's been becoming stronger and stronger with each day he couldn't have Dean. It makes him feel like a teenager but he knows they're going to be finished quickly tonight. At least with round one.
He sucks at Dean's nipples and the way Dean moans and how he tightens his hands in Sam's hair tells him just how much Dean's enjoying himself. He imagines Dean's face; mouth opened in bliss as he groans so helplessly, lips shiny and wet, cheeks red, and flushed. It's dark in the room, too dark. Sam really needs to see this.
"Turning on the light, Sammy? Now aren't you a sucker for true romance," Dean teases.
Sam laughs and then silences Dean with another kiss before he can make more smartass remarks. Then he bites at his lip playfully and says seductively, "Shut up. I just wanna make sure I see you properly. Your face, your hands, every little drop of sweat as I fuck you good."
Dean's mouth springs open and then there's a grin that matches Sam's. Sitting back on his heels and throwing off the covers completely, Sam allows his gaze to wander over Dean's body. The bedside lamp paints him in a beautiful light and the faint layer of sweat makes his body glisten sinfully.
Obviously, it wasn't lost on Sam how Dean's body changed over the weeks, yet seeing him like this, so open and unshielded, he really realizes it for the first time. The hard, manual labor as a construction worker had a bearing on Dean. He bulked up nicely, his muscles more prominent and firm. The sight makes Sam's mouth water, goes straight to his dick.
"Fuck, you look gorgeous," Sam gasps. He straddles Dean by sitting down on his strong thighs. Sam slides his hands over Dean's chest, never wanting to stop.
"Gorgeous?" Dean grins. "Trying to get into my pants or what with your sweet talking there?"
Sam bursts out laughing. One of the things he always loved about Dean and being in bed with Dean is the fact that Dean doesn't take it all too seriously. He slips his hand further down and beneath the waistband of Dean's thin boxers and grins, "I believe, I already am in your pants."
Dean's eyes spring wide open the moment Sam grips his dick and starts stroking him. He hums, "Hmm, yes, about that. Less talking, more action."
Sam doesn't think he's ever been happier than right now. He missed this so much, not just the physical connection with Dean, even though getting physical is all he can think of right now. His mouth waters at the thought of what he's going to do next.
Lying down next to Dean, he whispers in his ear, "I'm gonna suck your dick now and you're gonna enjoy every single second."
Dean's eyes are full of lust and Sam's got the impression he doesn't have to tell Dean twice. He laughs when Dean eagerly pushes his boxers down to free his hard dick. "Don't restrain yourself, bad boy."
Sam kisses and licks along Dean's body, savoring each little taste. He moves from his neck to where the head of Dean's cock is leaking against his belly. Sam shivers with anticipation. The moment he closes his mouth around Dean's dick, a million pictures shoot through his head; memories of past times they did this. Motel rooms, rented apartments, the backseat of the Impala, at Bobby's. Sam sees them at various ages, in different cities and states. The taste of Dean is familiar and it doesn't take long until Sam remembers how Dean likes it, remembers the licks and swirls and kisses it takes to drive Dean crazy within seconds.
There's no time for patience today, slow and teasing will have to wait for another day. It's wet and messy, there's too much saliva. He licks along the shaft to clear up some of the spit and to press his tongue against the bundle of nerves just below the head, knowing that the move will make Dean curse.
It does.
Sam grins to himself because Dean's getting more and more vocal with each minute. There's another thing that Sam remembers Dean always really enjoyed. He licks his way to Dean's balls, sucks them into his mouth one by one and gently tucks at the tender skin with his teeth. Sam takes the moment to settle down between Dean's legs and spread them a little more. He moves even further down. It's been a while since Sam has had sex with anybody, but there are some things that you just don't forget how to do. This is one of them.
At first, he merely nudges the tip of his tongue against Dean's hole, then he presses it flat against it. Dean curses again, louder this time, before he's reduced to a series of babbles of fuck, yeah, don't stop. He feels Dean relax under his mouth and hands, feels him go lax and almost numb. Sam senses the absolute trust between them and it arouses him more than anything else.
At this point, Sam's so hard himself. He knows all it would take for him to come are a few strokes but he doesn't dare touch himself. Not when he's got Dean like this. He continues his ministrations of licks and kisses. Sam sucks a finger in his mouth and pushes it into Dean along with his tongue. Whatever Dean's trying to say, it stopped making sense a long time ago so Sam just continues doing what he knows drives Dean crazy.
He adds a second finger and takes Dean's cock back in mouth when Dean yells, "Fuuuuck!"
"Sam, is everything o-"
Both Sam and Dean look to the side in absolute horror, only to find Lorraine peaking into Sam's room from her master bedroom. All you can see is her upper body and it looks rather comical.
Sam's sure they look rather comical too with Dean's dick in Sam's mouth (he's quick to pull off) and Sam's fingers in Dean's ass (he's quick to pull out too). Dean's yell is incomprehensible and by the time Dean finally grabs for a pillow to cover his modesty, Sam's sure it's way too late.
Lorraine looks at them with an absolute look of horror on her face. If he didn't know it was possible, Sam would say she's even whiter than usual. Her eyes are wide open, just like Dean's. This is all it takes for Sam to burst out laughing. This is so bizarre. It can't be true.
"I'm sorry! Sometimes I forget I'm not corporeal!" Lorraine says quickly. And then she stammers, "I'm leaving, I'm leaving!"
Once she's gone, Sam can't control himself anymore. Remembering the utter look of shock on her (and Dean's) face is so hilarious that Sam bursts out laughing. There are already tears running down his face because he's laughing so hard but he just cannot stop. Not even when Dean punches him none too gently against the arm and barks, "Sam! She saw you with my dick in your mouth!"
Sam continues snickering for a few more minutes, seeing Dean getting more and more angry. He crawls up Dean's body and claims his mouth in a fierce kiss before he whispers, "Yeah, well. I could either go talk to Lorraine or take your dick back in my mouth and finish what I was doing. Your choice."
Dean squints and makes his decision quickly. "Do the thing with the dick."
Sam doesn't need to be told twice. It doesn't take him long to finish Dean off. When he hums and slurps around Dean's cock, Dean's hips start bucking up. He doesn't hold Dean down and it's only a particularly hard tug at Sam's hair that tells him Dean's about to come any second. Sam manages to swallow most of the come; the rest is dripping off his lips. Dean looks as if he just died a little as Sam uses his thumb to collect everything he missed and then sucks seductively at the digit.
With a huge grin on his face Sam lies down next to Dean again and buries his head in the crook of Dean's neck. He laps at the soft skin, licking away the sweat and inhaling the scent of Dean. He's painfully hard and when he grinds his dick against Dean's side, Dean seems to get the memo and starts rubbing a hand against Sam's bulge. The pressure feels so fucking good, the knowledge that Dean's touching him feels so fucking good.
Dean places a hand on Sam's shoulder and pushes him back until they're looking at each other. There's a smile on Dean's face as he says, "C'mere. I want you to fuck my mouth."
Sam gets a little dizzy himself at how quickly he's out of his boxers and straddling Dean's face. Dean laughs and then he gives Sam a seductive look as he opens his mouth in slow motion. Sam could just come from that alone. Dean pokes out his tongue, inviting Sam in. When Sam slides in between Dean's full lips, it feels like heaven. Dean's mouth is hot and it's wet and sinful and fucking perfect. Slowly at first, he starts thrusting in, holding Dean's gaze the whole time. There's a look of trust and arousal in Dean's eyes and that's probably the biggest turn on.
Sam's thrusts become faster and just a little harder around the same time as Dean's hands land on Sam's ass cheeks to squeeze them. Dean gags a few times as Sam gets over-enthusiastic but he doesn't tell Sam to stop.
Sam feels his orgasm building in the pit of his stomach; the tingling sensation in his belly, the way his skin feels too tight and too hot, and the way his balls draw close. He wants to warn Dean but it's too late. Before he manages to say a word, Sam comes in Dean's mouth with a loud curse. Dean grins at him around a mouthful of cock and that alone makes Sam's dick twitch in excited aftershock. When Sam pulls out Dean licks his lips and that's one of the hottest sights ever.
With a final groan Sam flops down next to Dean.
They lie next to each other in silence for a while, enjoying the afterglow of orgasm. Sam rolls to his side so that he's facing Dean. Dean's eyes are closed and when Sam leans in to kiss him on the cheek, he wonders whether Dean fell asleep.
Dean smiles contently and doesn't open his eyes as he says, "We're so repainting this room with rock salt mixed into the paint to make it ghost-proof."
Sam bursts out laughing and makes a mental note to thank Lorraine for her interference the next day. When Dean turns around and scoots back a little so that his back is pressed against Sam's chest, Sam puts his arm around Dean to keep him close.
This time, he's not letting Dean go again.
- End
Notes: When I first started writing this, I intended it to be your typical curtain fic. Sam and Dean get the house and it's all about them being domestic. I had scenes in my head of Lorraine telling Sam how to do fold the laundry or how to make the perfect meatloaf. But then, somehow Season 5 happened and the angst sneaked in and somehow this was the result. I guess now that the boys are fixed, I might drabble a little more in this world. Who knows?
Ironically, I started this before 5x01 but it took me a while to finish it. Sam and Dean's jobs were one of the first things that came to my mind as I was plotting this. I always figured Sam as someone who could work at a bar. I might've squealed a little when in 5x03 came along. I totally wrote that first! ;-)
Also, millions of thanks to maerhys for beta! ♥ Thank you for reading!
Sam/Dean | R | spoilers up to 5x03, just to be sure | angst, curtain fic | ca. 13,000 words | written for whenthewarsover
Part 1
He barely sees Dean or Lorraine in the following days. There are a few extra shifts available at the bar and while Sam argues they could use the extra money for the renovations, he's just glad that he doesn't have to be at home. There's a lot of tension between Dean and him, and since he doesn't know how to fight it, Sam chooses the flight option instead.
He doesn't see Dean enter the bar but he hears his conversation with Kristy, the waitress, as soon as it happens.
"Hi, stranger. Anything I can get for you today?" she asks with a giggle because flirting is what she does, especially if the guy is attractive. And Dean definitely counts as attractive.
"Naw, thanks, sweetheart. I'm just here for the cute bartender," Dean laughs and then he's standing by the bar, huge grin on his face.
Sam blushes and he hates it. He's shocked to see Dean, to see him here, to see him flirt (with Sam) so very obviously. Dean's sending mixed signals again; just yesterday they were avoiding each other and now he's standing right in front of Sam, grinning and pretending as if they are somehow involved.
Not wanting to shut Dean down right away, Sam decides to go with it and teases, "Just here for the bartender, eh? Too bad. The beer would've been on the house."
Then he becomes serious. "Dean, why did you come here tonight?"
From one second to the other, Dean's tone matches Sam's. "We need to talk."
Sam doesn't have a good feeling about this. "I think I need that beer now."
Dean doesn't react to what Sam said, his expression doesn't change. Instead, he asks in all seriousness, "Can we go somewhere private?"
"Sure." Sam nods and shouts out to one of his colleagues, "Bradley, can you watch the bar for a few minutes?" before he leads Dean to a staff-only room in the back.
The room is small and hot, or maybe that's just how it feels under Dean's intense gaze. Sam watches Dean shift from one leg to the other, watches him look around the room as if he were uncomfortable under Sam's stare.
"I'm sorry about the other day," Dean says. His expression is so raw, so pained that it doesn't take a genius to figure out which day Dean's referring to. "I made a mistake. I shouldn't've pushed you away."
Sam nods, not yet believing what he's hearing. It's almost too good to be true. "What made you change your mind? What's different?"
Dean purses his lips as if he had been expecting Sam to ask. Knowing Dean, he probably did. With a secretive smile, he says, "Someone helped me open my eyes and sort out the mess in my head."
"Lorraine?" Sam asks. Dean nods and Sam's not surprised that she ignored his wishes and talked to Dean after all. Maybe, in the end, it'll turn out as a good thing. Maybe they can sort this out, maybe they can't. Whatever the outcome, at least it'll give Sam peace of mind. Finally.
"So," he challenges, "what's happening now?"
Dean takes a few steps closer to Sam until they're right in each other's personal space. Dean's proximity makes the fine hairs in the back of Sam's neck stand up. Dean's gaze is intense and the all-too-familiar feeling of dancing butterflies is back. Sam doesn't want to be so easy. Somewhere in the back of his head a voice is screaming to be cautious because in the end, he's only going to get hurt again.
Dean places a hand on Sam's side. It's awkward, a touch that used to be so familiar. "I want this. You. Us."
"For how long?" Sam doesn't mean to sound as defiant and aggressive as he does, so he quickly explains, "Look, man, reason I'm asking is because I can't take you rejecting me again. You know I want this. You know I never wanted to stop and you know how sorry I am about everything. That I lied to you and that I kept secrets, but Dean, I need to know you trust me and that we're in the same boat. And that you're not going to get tired of me again next week when you decide you can't do it."
Sam's interrupted when Dean silences him with a kiss.
It's the total contraire of their last kiss: when Dean's tongue nudges at Sam's lips, Sam doesn't hesitate a second before he responds. Their tongues tangle and it's hot and wet and turning him on instantly. It's ridiculous but now that Dean's so eager, just as desperate as Sam, Sam realizes just how much he missed this. He pushes Dean until he's trapped between the wall and Sam's body. They start grinding their bodies, getting more desperate with each swipe of tongue, with each lick and each pant. It's going in a direction it shouldn't go pretty fast, at least not here, but Sam can't stop as his hands in Dean's hair pull him even closer.
They jump at a loud thumping sound outside the room. Breaking apart, they look flushed and hungry. Sam bursts out laughing and Dean joins him. When Sam's fingers hook into the belt loops of Dean's pants, pulling him closer again, Dean comes in easily. They kiss, slower this time.
"When can you get out of here?" Dean whispers, pressing his body against Sam's.
Sam can feel the outline of Dean's hard dick through their clothes and if he could, he'd finish his shift (and something else) this instance. But he can't and he's not going to celebrate his reunion with Dean in the storage room at a bar.
"Same as always. Around 2:30."
Judging from Dean's expression, he thinks the same thing as Sam. It's gonna be a few long hours.
Dean leans in, his mouth moving from Sam's lips to the corner of his mouth, down his chin, until Dean finds his throat. Sam cranes his neck to give Dean better access. Only too late he realizes that Dean's sucking and biting at his throat, the hickey already in place. With a grin, Dean takes a step back and asks, "Didn't you mention the beer's on the house?"
Sam's sure his face is crimson red as they return to the bar. Bradley's grinning broadly like Sam has never seen before. Dean actually winks at him and a whole bunch of Sam's co-workers break out into laughter or start whistling. Sam wants to die on the spot.
At around 1 AM and two beers later, Dean heads home. However, it's not before he leers at Sam, of course, and asks him (a little too loudly) not to be late because they have plans. At this point, Sam just laughs it off and grins.
Last call's been served and the patrons are finally leaving one after the other. When Sam starts polishing the glasses, Bradley comes up to him and says, "Didn't know you had a boyfriend, Sam."
Sam shrugs, not interested in sharing his life story with Bradley. Instead he says, "Things between Dean and I haven't been particularly easy in the past."
It's part of the truth but far from the whole. He knows that the question was more about the fact that Sam's having a boy- rather than a girlfriend but he's over justifying his sexuality to other people. He did in the past, but he stopped caring about other people frowning upon him because of it.
"I guess they are now," Bradley says with a huge grin on his face. Sam's cheeks turn hot again and when Bradley says, "Go home, tiger. I'll clean that up." Sam says his goodbyes within seconds.
Sam's bouncing with anticipation as he runs up the steps to the house. Unlocking the door takes a lot longer than usual due to his excited clumsiness; it's unnerving. He drops his bag by the front door and as soon as he enters, he heads upstairs to search Dean.
He's perplexed when Dean isn't in his room. This bewilderment turns into slight panic as he hears Dean's light snores, yet doesn't know where Dean is. It takes Sam a second to finally remember to check his own room too. That's where he finds Dean, curled up in Sam's bed. On the right side, leaving Sam the side that's always been his for as long as he can remember, no matter whom he shares the bed with. Sam smiles and undresses quickly.
As Sam slips under the covers, Dean croaks, voice still rough from sleep, "Time is it?"
Sam doesn't even bother check his watch. "Middle of the night."
He cups Dean's cheek, the stubbly skin rough against his fingers. Before he leans in to kiss Dean, Sam asks, "So we're really doing this again? You still want this?"
"Yeah," Dean says and that's when Sam goes for it.
Kissing Dean is one of the things Sam never could get enough of it. Even when he was high on demon blood, nothing was as powerful, as intoxicating, leaving him as desperate and wanting as the feeling of Dean's soft lips and tongue against his. Moving from Dean's mouth to Dean's neck, Sam thinks it's time for a little revenge. He sucks a hickey into Dean's skin while Dean laughs and tries to shove him away playfully. Sam bites softly into Dean's shoulder, kisses down his chest, over his tattoo until he reaches Dean's nipples.
Sam's getting hard already. There is plenty of pent-up sexual energy, plenty of lust and want that's been becoming stronger and stronger with each day he couldn't have Dean. It makes him feel like a teenager but he knows they're going to be finished quickly tonight. At least with round one.
He sucks at Dean's nipples and the way Dean moans and how he tightens his hands in Sam's hair tells him just how much Dean's enjoying himself. He imagines Dean's face; mouth opened in bliss as he groans so helplessly, lips shiny and wet, cheeks red, and flushed. It's dark in the room, too dark. Sam really needs to see this.
"Turning on the light, Sammy? Now aren't you a sucker for true romance," Dean teases.
Sam laughs and then silences Dean with another kiss before he can make more smartass remarks. Then he bites at his lip playfully and says seductively, "Shut up. I just wanna make sure I see you properly. Your face, your hands, every little drop of sweat as I fuck you good."
Dean's mouth springs open and then there's a grin that matches Sam's. Sitting back on his heels and throwing off the covers completely, Sam allows his gaze to wander over Dean's body. The bedside lamp paints him in a beautiful light and the faint layer of sweat makes his body glisten sinfully.
Obviously, it wasn't lost on Sam how Dean's body changed over the weeks, yet seeing him like this, so open and unshielded, he really realizes it for the first time. The hard, manual labor as a construction worker had a bearing on Dean. He bulked up nicely, his muscles more prominent and firm. The sight makes Sam's mouth water, goes straight to his dick.
"Fuck, you look gorgeous," Sam gasps. He straddles Dean by sitting down on his strong thighs. Sam slides his hands over Dean's chest, never wanting to stop.
"Gorgeous?" Dean grins. "Trying to get into my pants or what with your sweet talking there?"
Sam bursts out laughing. One of the things he always loved about Dean and being in bed with Dean is the fact that Dean doesn't take it all too seriously. He slips his hand further down and beneath the waistband of Dean's thin boxers and grins, "I believe, I already am in your pants."
Dean's eyes spring wide open the moment Sam grips his dick and starts stroking him. He hums, "Hmm, yes, about that. Less talking, more action."
Sam doesn't think he's ever been happier than right now. He missed this so much, not just the physical connection with Dean, even though getting physical is all he can think of right now. His mouth waters at the thought of what he's going to do next.
Lying down next to Dean, he whispers in his ear, "I'm gonna suck your dick now and you're gonna enjoy every single second."
Dean's eyes are full of lust and Sam's got the impression he doesn't have to tell Dean twice. He laughs when Dean eagerly pushes his boxers down to free his hard dick. "Don't restrain yourself, bad boy."
Sam kisses and licks along Dean's body, savoring each little taste. He moves from his neck to where the head of Dean's cock is leaking against his belly. Sam shivers with anticipation. The moment he closes his mouth around Dean's dick, a million pictures shoot through his head; memories of past times they did this. Motel rooms, rented apartments, the backseat of the Impala, at Bobby's. Sam sees them at various ages, in different cities and states. The taste of Dean is familiar and it doesn't take long until Sam remembers how Dean likes it, remembers the licks and swirls and kisses it takes to drive Dean crazy within seconds.
There's no time for patience today, slow and teasing will have to wait for another day. It's wet and messy, there's too much saliva. He licks along the shaft to clear up some of the spit and to press his tongue against the bundle of nerves just below the head, knowing that the move will make Dean curse.
It does.
Sam grins to himself because Dean's getting more and more vocal with each minute. There's another thing that Sam remembers Dean always really enjoyed. He licks his way to Dean's balls, sucks them into his mouth one by one and gently tucks at the tender skin with his teeth. Sam takes the moment to settle down between Dean's legs and spread them a little more. He moves even further down. It's been a while since Sam has had sex with anybody, but there are some things that you just don't forget how to do. This is one of them.
At first, he merely nudges the tip of his tongue against Dean's hole, then he presses it flat against it. Dean curses again, louder this time, before he's reduced to a series of babbles of fuck, yeah, don't stop. He feels Dean relax under his mouth and hands, feels him go lax and almost numb. Sam senses the absolute trust between them and it arouses him more than anything else.
At this point, Sam's so hard himself. He knows all it would take for him to come are a few strokes but he doesn't dare touch himself. Not when he's got Dean like this. He continues his ministrations of licks and kisses. Sam sucks a finger in his mouth and pushes it into Dean along with his tongue. Whatever Dean's trying to say, it stopped making sense a long time ago so Sam just continues doing what he knows drives Dean crazy.
He adds a second finger and takes Dean's cock back in mouth when Dean yells, "Fuuuuck!"
"Sam, is everything o-"
Both Sam and Dean look to the side in absolute horror, only to find Lorraine peaking into Sam's room from her master bedroom. All you can see is her upper body and it looks rather comical.
Sam's sure they look rather comical too with Dean's dick in Sam's mouth (he's quick to pull off) and Sam's fingers in Dean's ass (he's quick to pull out too). Dean's yell is incomprehensible and by the time Dean finally grabs for a pillow to cover his modesty, Sam's sure it's way too late.
Lorraine looks at them with an absolute look of horror on her face. If he didn't know it was possible, Sam would say she's even whiter than usual. Her eyes are wide open, just like Dean's. This is all it takes for Sam to burst out laughing. This is so bizarre. It can't be true.
"I'm sorry! Sometimes I forget I'm not corporeal!" Lorraine says quickly. And then she stammers, "I'm leaving, I'm leaving!"
Once she's gone, Sam can't control himself anymore. Remembering the utter look of shock on her (and Dean's) face is so hilarious that Sam bursts out laughing. There are already tears running down his face because he's laughing so hard but he just cannot stop. Not even when Dean punches him none too gently against the arm and barks, "Sam! She saw you with my dick in your mouth!"
Sam continues snickering for a few more minutes, seeing Dean getting more and more angry. He crawls up Dean's body and claims his mouth in a fierce kiss before he whispers, "Yeah, well. I could either go talk to Lorraine or take your dick back in my mouth and finish what I was doing. Your choice."
Dean squints and makes his decision quickly. "Do the thing with the dick."
Sam doesn't need to be told twice. It doesn't take him long to finish Dean off. When he hums and slurps around Dean's cock, Dean's hips start bucking up. He doesn't hold Dean down and it's only a particularly hard tug at Sam's hair that tells him Dean's about to come any second. Sam manages to swallow most of the come; the rest is dripping off his lips. Dean looks as if he just died a little as Sam uses his thumb to collect everything he missed and then sucks seductively at the digit.
With a huge grin on his face Sam lies down next to Dean again and buries his head in the crook of Dean's neck. He laps at the soft skin, licking away the sweat and inhaling the scent of Dean. He's painfully hard and when he grinds his dick against Dean's side, Dean seems to get the memo and starts rubbing a hand against Sam's bulge. The pressure feels so fucking good, the knowledge that Dean's touching him feels so fucking good.
Dean places a hand on Sam's shoulder and pushes him back until they're looking at each other. There's a smile on Dean's face as he says, "C'mere. I want you to fuck my mouth."
Sam gets a little dizzy himself at how quickly he's out of his boxers and straddling Dean's face. Dean laughs and then he gives Sam a seductive look as he opens his mouth in slow motion. Sam could just come from that alone. Dean pokes out his tongue, inviting Sam in. When Sam slides in between Dean's full lips, it feels like heaven. Dean's mouth is hot and it's wet and sinful and fucking perfect. Slowly at first, he starts thrusting in, holding Dean's gaze the whole time. There's a look of trust and arousal in Dean's eyes and that's probably the biggest turn on.
Sam's thrusts become faster and just a little harder around the same time as Dean's hands land on Sam's ass cheeks to squeeze them. Dean gags a few times as Sam gets over-enthusiastic but he doesn't tell Sam to stop.
Sam feels his orgasm building in the pit of his stomach; the tingling sensation in his belly, the way his skin feels too tight and too hot, and the way his balls draw close. He wants to warn Dean but it's too late. Before he manages to say a word, Sam comes in Dean's mouth with a loud curse. Dean grins at him around a mouthful of cock and that alone makes Sam's dick twitch in excited aftershock. When Sam pulls out Dean licks his lips and that's one of the hottest sights ever.
With a final groan Sam flops down next to Dean.
They lie next to each other in silence for a while, enjoying the afterglow of orgasm. Sam rolls to his side so that he's facing Dean. Dean's eyes are closed and when Sam leans in to kiss him on the cheek, he wonders whether Dean fell asleep.
Dean smiles contently and doesn't open his eyes as he says, "We're so repainting this room with rock salt mixed into the paint to make it ghost-proof."
Sam bursts out laughing and makes a mental note to thank Lorraine for her interference the next day. When Dean turns around and scoots back a little so that his back is pressed against Sam's chest, Sam puts his arm around Dean to keep him close.
This time, he's not letting Dean go again.
- End
Notes: When I first started writing this, I intended it to be your typical curtain fic. Sam and Dean get the house and it's all about them being domestic. I had scenes in my head of Lorraine telling Sam how to do fold the laundry or how to make the perfect meatloaf. But then, somehow Season 5 happened and the angst sneaked in and somehow this was the result. I guess now that the boys are fixed, I might drabble a little more in this world. Who knows?
Ironically, I started this before 5x01 but it took me a while to finish it. Sam and Dean's jobs were one of the first things that came to my mind as I was plotting this. I always figured Sam as someone who could work at a bar. I might've squealed a little when in 5x03 came along. I totally wrote that first! ;-)
Also, millions of thanks to maerhys for beta! ♥ Thank you for reading!