Faith, Love, and Sin - Chapter 9
Chapter 9
The mid-morning sun filtered through the hotel curtains, falling over the bed where Dean slept curled around his brother. Dean slowly blinked his eyes open as the warmth seeped through his lids. When he realized he was still tangled around Sam, the events of the night before came back to him in honey-slow replays. Dean searched his emotions, probing for the freak-out he was sure he should be having. The only thing he found was a warmth, a contented safe feeling he could only describe as being finally whole. All the reasons that said this should be wrong fell apart in the face of the truth of what was between him and the young man in his arms. Father Winchester had never felt something so right as loving Sam.
Dean tightened his hold around Sam’s waist and placed a kiss to the back of his sleep-warm neck, inhaling the scent of the chestnut hair curling around the base of his scalp. Dean knew he was never going to be able to let this go; knew to the base of his very soul he would never be another person to give Sam up. What he did not know was what he was going to do about the reality of his situation - his vows, his role as Sam’s teacher…the incest.
Sam stirred beside him and Dean watched as Sam’s mouth twitched and his eyes blinked open. As soon as the hazel eyes could focus on the face gazing down at him, he smiled. “Morning.”
“Morning.” Dean smiled back. “Breakfast?”
Sam grinned and then spun around and had Dean pinned flat on his back in a split second. He bent to Dean’s ear, voice husky with more than just morning scratchiness, “Don’t mind if I do.” Sam nipped at Dean’s earlobe and started a path down his neck; he licked at a freckle in the hollow of Dean’s throat before his journeying tongue moved left stopping at the tattoo.
“What is this?” Sam asked. “I mean, it just seems a little weird that a priest has a tattoo of a pentagram.”
Dean looked down his chest to where Sam’s finger rested on his tattoo. “It’s for protection. That hunting stuff I was talking about over dinner?” Dean paused to look at Sam who nodded. “Well, I do a lot of exorcisms, work around a lot of evil spirits and demons and this keeps them from being able to possess me.”
Sam grinned, a glimmer in his eye as he said, “I like it.” Sam leaned down to trace his tongue over the lines.
“About breakfast?” Dean asked voice raspy. Sam hummed against the skin beneath his lips before nipping at a small mouthful.
“Mmmm…I didn’t-“ Dean groaned as Sam’s teeth dug deeper into his flesh. He chuckled as he said. “I sorta meant actual food.”
Sam pulled back and smiled down at Dean. “I guess that sounds good too.” As if to underline the point, Sam’s stomach growled between them.
Dean laughed, and Sam took in the beautiful sight of the crinkles that formed by his eyes. “Come on, I’ll take you to brunch.” Sam fell back to let his brother sit up and watched as he swung his bow legs over the side of the bed and stood to stretch. His mouth watered at the sight of all that caramel-spotted skin playing over firm muscle. Dean turned back around in time to catch the look in Sam’s eyes. “But first, let’s grab a shower, huh?”
Sam grinned. “Absolutely.”
“I’ll let you have first turn,” Dean said with a playful glint in his eye.
Sam frowned briefly and then shrugged. He stood from the bed, pulled the borrowed pair of boxer briefs down, stepped out of them and headed toward the bathroom.
Dean watched long legs carry Sam across the room, his gaze catching on the smooth globes of Sam’s pert ass.
Sam stopped in the doorway and looked at Dean over his shoulder, “Suit yourself.” Sam disappeared into the bathroom and the sounds of the shower running floated out to Dean.
Sam barely had time to step under the spray before the blurry figure of his brother appeared on the other side of the shower curtain. The edge of the curtain pulled back and Dean’s face poked through. “Mind if I join you?”
“Get in here,” Sam said with a wide grin as he tugged Dean’s hand. Dean stepped into the tub, drawing the curtain shut behind him and stepping toward Sam. Sam reached for his brother and drew them both under the cascading water. Dean pressed the entire length of his body to Sam’s and brought their mouths together, the water and flavor of his brother mixing as they kissed.
Dean broke the kiss to step back and, with a hand on either side of Sam’s head, he gently tilted the young man’s head back under the spray. He let go to drop shampoo into his palm, and then massaged it through the long silky locks of Sam’s hair. As Dean’s fingers scratched over his scalp Sam practically purred and Dean smiled at his brother’s enjoyment of the task. He tilted Sam’s head back to rinse, careful to avoid getting suds in Sam’s eyes.
Once the shampoo had all been rinsed out, Sam pulled Dean closer to him again. He picked up the soap from the shelf and looked into Dean’s eyes as he worked up a lather and then slid his hands over his brother’s skin. When his fingers grazed Dean’s nipples, he couldn’t help himself from pinching gently and smiled at the resulting moan. His slick hands traveled over abs, traced hipbones and then he watched Dean’s face as he wrapped a large hand around his brother’s hard cock. He twisted his hand as he stroked several times before he released his grip to continue washing the rest of Dean’s freckled skin.
Dean whimpered at the loss of contact of Sam’s long fingers, and then tried to wait patiently as those large hands continued to smooth over his body. They curved around his hips and then grasped the muscles of his ass. Dean dropped his head and was met with the exquisite sight of Sam’s naked honey-tan skin, rivulets of water falling over and through every rise and groove of muscle. His cock was hard, jutting from his body and so close to Dean’s own aching length. Dean reached forward drawing Sam’s body close to his again.
Both gasped as the embrace brought their erections into contact. Sam shifted to allow Dean’s cock to fit into the groove of his hip, while his own was pressed between their soap-slick stomachs. He kept his hands on Dean’s ass and captured Dean’s plush lips in a deep kiss. Dean’s arms wrapped around Sam as they both began to work their hips, rutting together.
Dean moaned into Sam’s mouth when Sam wrapped his tongue around Dean’s and sucked it deeper into his mouth. His fingers found the cleft of Dean’s ass and traced it gently. When Dean whimpered needily, Sam smiled to himself and let his long index finger press between the firm globes.
Dean’s mouth broke free of Sam’s as he panted and the motion of his hips sped up. Sam brushed the tip of his finger over the pucker of Dean’s hole and his brother bucked and whined. “Sammy,” he breathed out into the crook of Sam’s neck. “Fuck, Sammy, please.” The sound of Dean pleading, so wrecked, and the feeling of his cock dragging over Sam’s skin more and more quickly, had Sam close to the edge. He worked his own cock furiously between their bodies.
The tip of Sam’s index finger teased around Dean’s hole, driving Dean closer and closer to the orgasm he felt building in the base of his spine. His fingers dug into Sam’s biceps and he turned his head to Sam’s neck. He pumped his hips, cock sliding against slick skin, and the rhythm became more erratic as his climax neared. A final press of Sam’s finger to his hole and the sound of Sam moaning his name sent Dean over. He bit into Sam’s shoulder as he came.
Sam’s orgasm was punched from him by the combination of feeling Dean shoot hot and thick over him and Dean’s sharp teeth sinking into his skin. He held tight to his brother as he rode out the waves of pleasure.
They stood under the falling hot water holding each other for a moment, and then Sam turned them until Dean was standing under the water and rinsed the soap and come from his pale skin. Dean kissed Sam, before taking the soap and washing his caramel skin, appreciating each mole as he smoothed over the contours of Sam’s body.
After the shower, they dressed and Dean drove them to the diner in town. They talked over breakfast and Sam convinced him to take a walk through the park before returning to rehab. Dean was as reluctant as Sam to part when he dropped his brother off, but he knew how important Sam’s treatment was, and he refused to do anything to impede Sam’s progress.
* * * * *
After Dean’s return, Sam’s progress in physical therapy moved along so quickly it surprised everyone. Ten days after their date, Sam was discharged with an order to follow up with out-patient sessions and a recommendation for a facility close to the school. Dean was taught how to help Sam with his home exercises, and then they packed Sam’s things into the Impala with Dean’s suitcase and headed back towards Blue Earth.
Dean’s emotions were conflicted as they made the four hour trip. He was anxious to get back to teaching and to see his students again. He missed the horses and even his small apartment and he had also missed Pastor Jim. Though they had talked regularly on the phone, Dean hadn’t seen the man since several weeks before he’d left the school to go be with Sam.
A frown wrinkled his brow as he thought more about Jim. Dean had accepted his feelings for Sam had made peace with most of his qualms, but it would still be necessary to hide their relationship, for many reasons. Dean was worried that the man who had raised him and knew him so well would be able to tell something was going on, and Dean was in no way ready to face Pastor Jim’s reaction to his vow-breaking, incestuous relationship with Sam.
“What’s on your mind?” Sam asked, breaking Dean’s thoughts.
Dean smiled at him. “Nothing much. Just thinking about getting back to teaching, seeing Pastor Jim again.”
Sam’s answering smile was thin. He didn’t want to spend any more time in the hospital-like environment of rehab, but returning to the farmhouse carried a lot of implications. He understood that Dean being a priest and his teacher meant they would have to hide their relationship; he just worried that a return to their day-to-day reality would have Dean denying their feelings for each other and Sam did not want to lose what he’d only just found with Dean.
“Hey,” Dean took Sam’s hand in his and gave it a squeeze, “something on your mind, Sammy?”
Sam quirked one side of his mouth up in a half-smile, he still liked hearing that nickname on Dean’s lips. He shook his head.
“Come on, you can talk to me.”
Sam sighed, and brought their joined hands into his lap. “I’m just not sure how this is gonna go.”
“What do you mean?” Dean asked with a small frown.
“I just…I know we can’t exactly shout our love from the rooftops. But…I don’t know.” He ran his thumb over the back of Dean’s hand. “I’m worried about what it’ll do to us. Having to keep things a secret. Don’t wanna lose you, Dean.” There was a waiver in Sam’s voice and his hazel eyes were damp when Dean looked up from the road.
“Never gonna happen, baby boy.” Dean brought Sam’s hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss to the knuckles. Sam’s heart swelled and stuttered at the endearment and Dean’s promise. He leaned across the seat and kissed the corner of Dean’s mouth.
* * * * *
About an hour outside of Blue Earth, Sam asked Dean to stop for lunch. When they came back to the car, Dean drove them down a small dirt road and parked behind some trees so they could sneak in a few more kisses before they got to the school where they would have to pretend nothing was different between them.
Pastor Jim had converted one of the small rooms downstairs into a temporary bedroom for Sam. He knew the young man was doing well enough to handle the stairs, but he thought it would be nice to spare him the added difficulty for at least a few months. Sam smiled as he packed his clothes into the dresser and then sat on the bed. He was of course grateful to be spared extra trips up and down the stairs with his cane, but he was even gladder for the fact that he now had a private room, in its own quiet corner of the house. It would be perfect for stolen moments with Dean.
Dean met with Pastor Jim to go over the lesson plans the boys had been working on and get up to speed to begin taking over some classes later in the week. He insisted on supervising chores for the rest of the week and running Sunday’s service, already feeling too indebted to Jim for everything he’d done during the months Dean was away with Sam.
Things quickly fell back into a routine. Classes, chores, homework, and Sam’s twice weekly PT sessions. However, nothing stopped the boys from taking full advantage of any spare second they could find to spend alone together.
* * * * *
Dean heard a knock on his apartment door and was slightly surprised when he opened it to find Sam on his crutches. The teenager mostly relied on his cane, but sometimes by the end of the day he was tired and sore and he’d switch back to crutches. Dean supposed after a full day, the trip down the drive from the farmhouse to his apartment was probably too much for him. He stood back, holding the door open for Sam to pass, closing and locking it behind him. When he turned back to face Sam, he found heated hazel eyes looking him up and down.
“Damn, Father. All those weeks at rehab, you in jeans, I forgot how hot you look in that collar.”
Dean somehow managed to both blush and smirk in response. He stepped closer to Sam, feeling a dark thrum of arousal deep in his belly as he spoke the next oh-so-inappropriate words. “Something you need to confess, young man?”
A dirty grin spread over Sam’s face; he was more than ready for this game. He tried to kneel down, but his sore and tired leg wouldn’t cooperate. He backed toward the sofa. “Father, I know I’m supposed to kneel to give confession, but…” Sam motioned at his leg.
A concerned look flashed across Dean’s face until Sam shut down his worry with a heated look.
“I think, given the circumstances, it should be fine for you to sit.” Dean took Sam’s crutches as the younger man sat on the couch. The position put Sam’s face level with Dean’s waist and Sam licked his lips as he looked up through his bangs into Dean’s darkening eyes. Dean always felt a certain measure of guilt about his vow of celibacy in these moments with Sam, but something about taking it this far, being this defiant, was freeing. And Sammy was clearly very turned on by this game. Dean swallowed and when he spoke his already deep voice was raspy. “You may confess, my child.”
“Well, there’s the usual…I’ve lied and stolen. Taken the Lord’s name in vain.” Sam paused, and images of Sam naked and hard cursing under Dean’s hands flashed through Dean’s mind. “But I’m really worried about the thoughts about my brother.”
“What kind of thoughts?”
“Impure thoughts, Father.”
Dean’s voice turned all gravel. “Oh?” Sam nodded. “Maybe…maybe if you confess them your burden will be lifted.”
“You want to hear all about my dirty thoughts, Father?” Sam quirked an eyebrow and his tongue teased out to swipe across his bottom lip. Dean nodded. “The problem is my brother is gorgeous. He’s got these lips…make me think about…” Sam smirked, “…kissing. All the time. Just want to feel them on me.”
“That does seem like a problem.”
“There’s more. I think about his cock, father. I can’t stop thinking about it. I want to touch it.” Sam’s fingers stretched out inches in front of Dean’s groin where the clear outline of his erection was growing. “I want to taste it.” Sam licked his lips as his eyes fixed on the bulge in front of him. A small whine pushed from Dean’s throat. “It gets me hard. And then…then I think about his lips again. About pushing my dick through them, seeing them stretched around me as he sucks me deep.”
Dean’s lips moved in a failed attempt at speech as his brain tried to process the image Sam created. Sam’s hands came up to rest on Dean’s hips and he looked up to Dean’s face for any signal he should stop. When he only found lust-darkened eyes and parted lips, his hands moved in slowly until his fingers grasped Dean’s belt. Slowly, he pulled the leather back through the buckle and clasp, opening it and then dragging the zipper behind it down. When he was faced with Dean’s hard cock separated from him by only the thin material of his boxer briefs, he leaned forward and mouthed at the hard length.
Dean’s head fell back and he moaned at the feeling of Sam’s mouth teasing through fabric. He needed to feel the sweet wet-hot promise behind the pink lips Sam had used to tease him so many times. He looked down at his brother. “Sammy,” he breathed out, a request, a plea. Sam freed Dean’s prick from the cloth and couldn’t stop his own whimper when the glistening head teased across his eager lips. Sam’s tongue emerged, wide and flat; he licked the tip and when Dean groaned, he opened his mouth and took the head in.
The humid warmth of Sam’s mouth and the sight of those sweet lips stretched around him were going to be Dean’s undoing. He fought to keep his hips from bucking forward and bit his own lower lip between his teeth. Sam’s long fingers wrapped around Dean’s shaft as Sam began bobbing his head letting a little more of Dean’s length pass his lips with each thrust.
There wasn’t any action or thought that was going to stop the impending explosion of Dean’s orgasm. “Sam, ‘m gonna…” he warned.
Sam only hollowed his cheeks and sped up in response. He wanted to feel his brother shoot across his tongue; needed to know Dean’s flavor. Dean’s hips stuttered, and Sam felt the tell-tale signs of orgasm from the organ on his tongue. Dean’s hand wrapped in Sam’s hair and he fisted the chestnut locks and called Sam’s name as he came.
Sam held Dean on his tongue as he recovered from his orgasm, and when Dean’s eyes began to focus again, he pulled off, tucking his spent dick back into his black pants.
Sam licked swollen lips. “What should I do, Father?” Sam asked once again looking up at Dean through long lashes and bangs. “For penance?”
Dean tugged at his collar and took a deep breath. He brought his hand to Sam’s head, cupping his jaw, thumb smoothing over slick abused lips. “One ‘Our Father’ and three ‘Hail Marys’.” Sam opened his smirking mouth to comply, but Dean interrupted him. “In Latin.”
“Yes, sir,” Sam said with a slow spreading smile. Dean took his hand from Sam’s face as the teen began. “Pater noster qui es in coelis.” Father Winchester watched Sam’s reddened, puffy lips move through near-perfect enunciation of the ancient language. He leaned down, nose pushing through Sam’s soft hair, until his lips found the soft skin under Sam’s ear. Dean sucked a kiss into the sensitive spot and Sam stuttered through the next line. “Sanctificetur n-nomen t-t-tuum.”
When the “m” turned into a breathy moan, Dean placed his plush lips against Sam’s ear and whispered, “Continue.”
“Adveniat regnum tuuuu-“ This time a bite to Sam’s earlobe stopped his Latin mid-word.
Dean’s gravel-toned whisper found Sam’s ear again, “Keep going. I want you to keep reciting, Samuel. If you stop, I stop. Understood?”
“Y-yes Father.” Sam swallowed thickly and took a deep breath and started the next line. “Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in coelo et in terra.” Dean’s lips continued their work on Sam’s neck, making a path around to the front of his throat as Dean knelt between Sam’s thighs. “Panem nostrum quotidianum da n-nobis hodie.” Having Father Winchester knelt down between Sam’s thighs was the beginning to at least three of Sam’s top five fantasies and he couldn’t help the stutter and pause in the Latin. Sam picked up quickly though when Dean’s lips slowed on his neck and he remembered Dean’s instructions.
“…et dimitte nobis debita nostra,” Dean’s hands traced down Sam’s sides, then curved around to his abs and down to the button-fly of Sam’s jeans. The first button popped through the eyelet, then the next, until Sam’s erection sprang free. Dean couldn’t help licking his lips as he leaned forward.
“Sicut et nos d-d-dimittimusss debitori-nnngh” The sensation of air on his hard cock and the sight of Father Winchester on his knees being the one to free it were too much for Sam’s brain and he temporarily forgot all Latin, forgot everything but his need for Dean’s mouth. But as forewarned, when Sam stopped, Dean stopped, plump lips inches from Sam’s aching prick, so close that when Dean spoke the air from his breath was enough to draw precome from Sam.
“Go on,” Dean prompted and when Sam only stared at him blankly, Dean provided the first few words, “debitoribus nostris. Et ne…”
Sam groaned, those full lips spouting Latin and almost brushing the engorged head of his cock was nearly too much, but certainly enough motivation to pick up Dean’s prompt. “Et ne nos inducas in tent-Ahh! Fuck, Dean!” Dean’s tongue had snuck out to lick the tip of Sam’s dick, but as soon as Sam had broken from his Latin recitation of the Our Father, Dean sat back on his heels.
“I’m quite certain that is not part of the Our Father, Sam,” Dean said with a smirk. “Finish.”
Sam growled. “…in tentationem sed libera nos a malo. Amen.” Sam leaned forward and captured Dean’s lips in a kiss, fucking his tongue into Dean’s mouth letting it explore all the soft, warm, wet spaces his dick craved to feel. He pulled back breathless and aching. “I finished Father, now your turn.”
Dean leaned forward letting his lips brush over Sam’s as he spoke. “You still have your Hail Marys. Son.” He nipped at Sam’s pink, swollen bottom lip and pulled back. “Recite,” he ordered.
“Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum.” Dean traced the waistband of Sam’s jeans around to his back and gently urged Sam’s bottom off the couch so he could pull the pants down. He slipped Sam’s shoes off and then the jeans, leaving both in a pile on the floor. “Benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus v-ventris t-t-tui, lesus.” Dean started at his ankles, kissing up first the right and then the left leg. When his lips reached the single scar on the right leg where Sam’s bone had once broken through, he placed a delicate kiss to the wrinkled skin. The sensitivity of the spot surprised Sam into stuttering, though he managed to pick back up with little difficulty.
“Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nnnnn,” Sam’s Latin devolved into a long moan as Dean’s tongue found the tracks of scars on his left leg. They zigzagged over his thigh a result of the traction pins and all his surgeries, and Dean traced every one with licks and kisses until it was too much for Sam. His lungs sucked in air and when Dean’s mouth paused over the highest edge of the last scar, his hands wrapped around Sam’s knees, thumbs stroking the skin, Sam made his distracted brain search for the Latin that would make Dean keep going.
“…pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc et in hora mortis nostrae.” He surged forward, grabbing Dean’s face in his hands and kissing him. “Amen.”
“Very good, Sam. Just two more to go.” Father Winchester smirked as he pulled free of Sam’s hold, wrapping a hand around Sam’s leaking dick. “Go on.”
Sam flopped back against the couch and groaned, he almost couldn’t believe his brother was still insisting on finishing this game, but when Dean froze in place, blinking up at Sam through long lashes, Sam knew he had to keep going. He cursed under his breath, which only brought another smirk to Dean’s lips.
“Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum. Bene - Ahhhh!” Sam had intended to speed through the prayer to be done with it, but when Dean’s hot wet mouth finally engulfed his aching cock his mind was devoid of every thought but pleasure. Somewhere, some tiny piece of his brain still functioning knew he needed to continue reciting if he wanted Dean to continue so he dragged the Latin words out and forced them from his mouth.
“Benedicta tu in mulieribus, et-et…ngh!” Dean’s mouth continued to work his cock perfectly, tongue tracing veins, teasing into his slit and sliding around the lip into the bundle of nerves hiding there. Sam needed Dean to keep going, suck him down further. “…et benedictus fructus ventris tui lesus. Mmmmm.” Sam moaned as Dean hollowed out his cheeks and bobbed his head taking Sam further and further in on each pass.
“Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunnnn-nunc et - Ahhhh - in hora mortis nostrae. Aaaammenn!” Fuck, but Father Winchester had a talented mouth and Sam was so close, he could feel the tingle in his heavy balls and he rushed into the last recitation of Hail Mary.
“Ave Mmmaria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum. B-b-beneee- benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictussss. Fuck!” Sam’s cockhead edged into the back of Dean’s throat and everything in Sam wanted to come but as soon as he’d stopped the Latin prayer, Dean had frozen, so Sam pushed on.
“…benedictus fructus ventris tui, lesus. Ahhhh, fuck, Deannn!” Sam panted and swallowed. “Sancta Maria, Mater D-dei, ora p-pro nnn-n-nobis peccatoribus, nunc et in horamortisnostrae.” Sam rushed through the last few words slurring them together as he felt his orgasm beginning to crest. Dean’s lips were stretched taut around him and his cock was breaching Dean’s throat again. He was so close, and then as he opened his mouth to drop the final word, Dean swallowed around him and he was coming hard and endless into Dean’s mouth.
Dean pulled off, swiping spit and come from his chin as he sat back on his heels again. “Amen.”
Sam rasped out a laugh as he tried to catch his breath.
* * * * *
Sam and Dean were careful about where they chose to indulge in stolen kisses and touches, but as a month turned into two they fell into a routine and the paranoia eased up enough to let them breathe. They still made sure to lock doors and double check for prying eyes, but sometimes Sam would steal a kiss after everyone had emptied from the classroom or in the barn during chores when everyone else was busy. Dean probably worried more about getting caught than Sam, but like any young man in a new relationship, sometimes Dean just couldn’t keep his hands off the object of his new desires.
Since Father Winchester had his own apartment far enough away from the farmhouse to prevent spying from the boys, and Sam had a private room now, they were able to find time to themselves. The twice weekly physical therapy sessions that Dean drove Sam to and from also gave them the perfect excuse to sneak off campus together. Often they’d slip into town and eat at the diner before returning to the school. They’d found a perfect spot tucked away behind trees just off the road that hid the Impala and they’d done plenty of kissing and more, stretched out in Baby’s roomy back seat.
They were returning from Sam’s second PT session for the week and Dean walked him to his room. Sam sat on his bed as they were saying their goodbyes and Dean placed his hands on Sam’s thighs as he leaned down so they could kiss. Sam’s door flew open without warning and Jonathon burst in. Dean jumped back, eyes wide and heart racing.
“Sam, I have an extra assignment for you from Pastor Jim.” He looked over as if finally realizing Father Winchester was there. “Oh, hey, Father. What are you doing here?”
Sam was pretty sure Jonathon hadn’t seen anything since Dean had lightning fast reflexes and Jonathon had been looking down at his papers as he’d come into the room, but Dean was definitely spooked. “He takes me to physical therapy every week. We just got back and since it tires me out, he helped me get my stuff back to my room. Right Father?”
Dean nodded, his fair skin even paler. “R-right. You’re settled now, and I can see that you’ve got homework to attend to. Thanks, Jonathon. Goodnight, Samuel.” Dean managed to force himself to make eye contact with Jonathon, but couldn’t bring himself to look in Sam’s direction before he hurried back out the door.
An hour later Dean was still pacing his small apartment. What had he been thinking, sneaking around like that with Sam right here at the school? He’d lose his job; he’d be kicked out of the priesthood. But when he thought of giving up Sam, he felt so much pain he lost all sense as to how he should proceed.
In the midst of this confusion there was a knock at his door. He opened it to find Sam, and while he wasn’t exactly surprised, he questioned the intelligence of Sam coming to his apartment right after such a close call. Sam stepped through the door and closed it behind him, making a big show of locking it. Sam took one look at his brother and his heart broke.
“Dean,” Sam pleaded as he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Dean’s strong back. He kept his arms around Dean’s shoulders but pulled his face back enough to look into Dean’s eyes as he spoke. “Dean, it’s ok. Jonathon didn’t see anything, he doesn’t suspect anything. He acted completely normal after you left. It’s fine. We’re safe.”
Dean let his forehead rest against Sam’s for a moment. He was not ready to face the reality of choosing between his love for Sam and his love for his work as a priest and teacher. “I want that to be true, Sam. I want nothing more than for us to be safe. Together.”
Sam felt a lump begin to form in his throat; he feared he knew where Dean was going with this. He was familiar with the signs of someone about to leave him. He swallowed the lump and fought back his tears. He loved Dean, and he would not give up easily. “It is true, Dean. It is. Please.” His voice cracked and he hated himself for the small show of weakness.
“No, Sammy. It’s not. As long as we’re sneaking around here I run the risk of losing my job. Losing my collar. And you. Sam, if they catch us, you’re back into foster care and they’ll make sure I never see you again.”
“Dean, I’m 17 and in a few months I’ll be 18. They can’t keep me in foster care. And they sure as hell can’t keep me from you.” Dean didn’t answer, but Sam saw a single tear make a track down his brother’s face. “Fine, then let’s leave. Let’s just go, Dean. You’re a great teacher, you can find a job somewhere and I can finish high school anywhere. I can go to college, you can keep working. No one has to know we’re brothers.” He pushed forward to kiss Dean, saline on both their lips.
“God, Sammy. I want that. Want to be with you more than anything, but I just…I can’t see how it would all work.”
Sam’s body stiffened in Dean’s arms. “Fine. Just forget it. I see it now.”
Dean looked up to see Sam’s face twisted in an angry scowl. “What are you talking about?” Dean asked.
“I thought I meant more to you, but clearly not. If I ever meant anything to you; if I meant half as much to you as you do to me, you’d never let this go. You’d do anything to be with me.” Tears streamed down Sam’s angry face as he continued. “You used me. How many boys have you done this with, huh?”
Now it was Dean’s turn to get angry. “Now, that’s enough, Samuel. You know that’s not true. I’ve never touched another student. And of course I care for you.”
“Care for me?! Care?! I’m talking about love and you say you care? Fuck you, Father Winchester.”
Sam stormed out and slammed the door behind him before Dean could get a handle on what exactly had just happened.
Chapter 10
The mid-morning sun filtered through the hotel curtains, falling over the bed where Dean slept curled around his brother. Dean slowly blinked his eyes open as the warmth seeped through his lids. When he realized he was still tangled around Sam, the events of the night before came back to him in honey-slow replays. Dean searched his emotions, probing for the freak-out he was sure he should be having. The only thing he found was a warmth, a contented safe feeling he could only describe as being finally whole. All the reasons that said this should be wrong fell apart in the face of the truth of what was between him and the young man in his arms. Father Winchester had never felt something so right as loving Sam.
Dean tightened his hold around Sam’s waist and placed a kiss to the back of his sleep-warm neck, inhaling the scent of the chestnut hair curling around the base of his scalp. Dean knew he was never going to be able to let this go; knew to the base of his very soul he would never be another person to give Sam up. What he did not know was what he was going to do about the reality of his situation - his vows, his role as Sam’s teacher…the incest.
Sam stirred beside him and Dean watched as Sam’s mouth twitched and his eyes blinked open. As soon as the hazel eyes could focus on the face gazing down at him, he smiled. “Morning.”
“Morning.” Dean smiled back. “Breakfast?”
Sam grinned and then spun around and had Dean pinned flat on his back in a split second. He bent to Dean’s ear, voice husky with more than just morning scratchiness, “Don’t mind if I do.” Sam nipped at Dean’s earlobe and started a path down his neck; he licked at a freckle in the hollow of Dean’s throat before his journeying tongue moved left stopping at the tattoo.
“What is this?” Sam asked. “I mean, it just seems a little weird that a priest has a tattoo of a pentagram.”
Dean looked down his chest to where Sam’s finger rested on his tattoo. “It’s for protection. That hunting stuff I was talking about over dinner?” Dean paused to look at Sam who nodded. “Well, I do a lot of exorcisms, work around a lot of evil spirits and demons and this keeps them from being able to possess me.”
Sam grinned, a glimmer in his eye as he said, “I like it.” Sam leaned down to trace his tongue over the lines.
“About breakfast?” Dean asked voice raspy. Sam hummed against the skin beneath his lips before nipping at a small mouthful.
“Mmmm…I didn’t-“ Dean groaned as Sam’s teeth dug deeper into his flesh. He chuckled as he said. “I sorta meant actual food.”
Sam pulled back and smiled down at Dean. “I guess that sounds good too.” As if to underline the point, Sam’s stomach growled between them.
Dean laughed, and Sam took in the beautiful sight of the crinkles that formed by his eyes. “Come on, I’ll take you to brunch.” Sam fell back to let his brother sit up and watched as he swung his bow legs over the side of the bed and stood to stretch. His mouth watered at the sight of all that caramel-spotted skin playing over firm muscle. Dean turned back around in time to catch the look in Sam’s eyes. “But first, let’s grab a shower, huh?”
Sam grinned. “Absolutely.”
“I’ll let you have first turn,” Dean said with a playful glint in his eye.
Sam frowned briefly and then shrugged. He stood from the bed, pulled the borrowed pair of boxer briefs down, stepped out of them and headed toward the bathroom.
Dean watched long legs carry Sam across the room, his gaze catching on the smooth globes of Sam’s pert ass.
Sam stopped in the doorway and looked at Dean over his shoulder, “Suit yourself.” Sam disappeared into the bathroom and the sounds of the shower running floated out to Dean.
Sam barely had time to step under the spray before the blurry figure of his brother appeared on the other side of the shower curtain. The edge of the curtain pulled back and Dean’s face poked through. “Mind if I join you?”
“Get in here,” Sam said with a wide grin as he tugged Dean’s hand. Dean stepped into the tub, drawing the curtain shut behind him and stepping toward Sam. Sam reached for his brother and drew them both under the cascading water. Dean pressed the entire length of his body to Sam’s and brought their mouths together, the water and flavor of his brother mixing as they kissed.
Dean broke the kiss to step back and, with a hand on either side of Sam’s head, he gently tilted the young man’s head back under the spray. He let go to drop shampoo into his palm, and then massaged it through the long silky locks of Sam’s hair. As Dean’s fingers scratched over his scalp Sam practically purred and Dean smiled at his brother’s enjoyment of the task. He tilted Sam’s head back to rinse, careful to avoid getting suds in Sam’s eyes.
Once the shampoo had all been rinsed out, Sam pulled Dean closer to him again. He picked up the soap from the shelf and looked into Dean’s eyes as he worked up a lather and then slid his hands over his brother’s skin. When his fingers grazed Dean’s nipples, he couldn’t help himself from pinching gently and smiled at the resulting moan. His slick hands traveled over abs, traced hipbones and then he watched Dean’s face as he wrapped a large hand around his brother’s hard cock. He twisted his hand as he stroked several times before he released his grip to continue washing the rest of Dean’s freckled skin.
Dean whimpered at the loss of contact of Sam’s long fingers, and then tried to wait patiently as those large hands continued to smooth over his body. They curved around his hips and then grasped the muscles of his ass. Dean dropped his head and was met with the exquisite sight of Sam’s naked honey-tan skin, rivulets of water falling over and through every rise and groove of muscle. His cock was hard, jutting from his body and so close to Dean’s own aching length. Dean reached forward drawing Sam’s body close to his again.
Both gasped as the embrace brought their erections into contact. Sam shifted to allow Dean’s cock to fit into the groove of his hip, while his own was pressed between their soap-slick stomachs. He kept his hands on Dean’s ass and captured Dean’s plush lips in a deep kiss. Dean’s arms wrapped around Sam as they both began to work their hips, rutting together.
Dean moaned into Sam’s mouth when Sam wrapped his tongue around Dean’s and sucked it deeper into his mouth. His fingers found the cleft of Dean’s ass and traced it gently. When Dean whimpered needily, Sam smiled to himself and let his long index finger press between the firm globes.
Dean’s mouth broke free of Sam’s as he panted and the motion of his hips sped up. Sam brushed the tip of his finger over the pucker of Dean’s hole and his brother bucked and whined. “Sammy,” he breathed out into the crook of Sam’s neck. “Fuck, Sammy, please.” The sound of Dean pleading, so wrecked, and the feeling of his cock dragging over Sam’s skin more and more quickly, had Sam close to the edge. He worked his own cock furiously between their bodies.
The tip of Sam’s index finger teased around Dean’s hole, driving Dean closer and closer to the orgasm he felt building in the base of his spine. His fingers dug into Sam’s biceps and he turned his head to Sam’s neck. He pumped his hips, cock sliding against slick skin, and the rhythm became more erratic as his climax neared. A final press of Sam’s finger to his hole and the sound of Sam moaning his name sent Dean over. He bit into Sam’s shoulder as he came.
Sam’s orgasm was punched from him by the combination of feeling Dean shoot hot and thick over him and Dean’s sharp teeth sinking into his skin. He held tight to his brother as he rode out the waves of pleasure.
They stood under the falling hot water holding each other for a moment, and then Sam turned them until Dean was standing under the water and rinsed the soap and come from his pale skin. Dean kissed Sam, before taking the soap and washing his caramel skin, appreciating each mole as he smoothed over the contours of Sam’s body.
After the shower, they dressed and Dean drove them to the diner in town. They talked over breakfast and Sam convinced him to take a walk through the park before returning to rehab. Dean was as reluctant as Sam to part when he dropped his brother off, but he knew how important Sam’s treatment was, and he refused to do anything to impede Sam’s progress.
* * * * *
After Dean’s return, Sam’s progress in physical therapy moved along so quickly it surprised everyone. Ten days after their date, Sam was discharged with an order to follow up with out-patient sessions and a recommendation for a facility close to the school. Dean was taught how to help Sam with his home exercises, and then they packed Sam’s things into the Impala with Dean’s suitcase and headed back towards Blue Earth.
Dean’s emotions were conflicted as they made the four hour trip. He was anxious to get back to teaching and to see his students again. He missed the horses and even his small apartment and he had also missed Pastor Jim. Though they had talked regularly on the phone, Dean hadn’t seen the man since several weeks before he’d left the school to go be with Sam.
A frown wrinkled his brow as he thought more about Jim. Dean had accepted his feelings for Sam had made peace with most of his qualms, but it would still be necessary to hide their relationship, for many reasons. Dean was worried that the man who had raised him and knew him so well would be able to tell something was going on, and Dean was in no way ready to face Pastor Jim’s reaction to his vow-breaking, incestuous relationship with Sam.
“What’s on your mind?” Sam asked, breaking Dean’s thoughts.
Dean smiled at him. “Nothing much. Just thinking about getting back to teaching, seeing Pastor Jim again.”
Sam’s answering smile was thin. He didn’t want to spend any more time in the hospital-like environment of rehab, but returning to the farmhouse carried a lot of implications. He understood that Dean being a priest and his teacher meant they would have to hide their relationship; he just worried that a return to their day-to-day reality would have Dean denying their feelings for each other and Sam did not want to lose what he’d only just found with Dean.
“Hey,” Dean took Sam’s hand in his and gave it a squeeze, “something on your mind, Sammy?”
Sam quirked one side of his mouth up in a half-smile, he still liked hearing that nickname on Dean’s lips. He shook his head.
“Come on, you can talk to me.”
Sam sighed, and brought their joined hands into his lap. “I’m just not sure how this is gonna go.”
“What do you mean?” Dean asked with a small frown.
“I just…I know we can’t exactly shout our love from the rooftops. But…I don’t know.” He ran his thumb over the back of Dean’s hand. “I’m worried about what it’ll do to us. Having to keep things a secret. Don’t wanna lose you, Dean.” There was a waiver in Sam’s voice and his hazel eyes were damp when Dean looked up from the road.
“Never gonna happen, baby boy.” Dean brought Sam’s hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss to the knuckles. Sam’s heart swelled and stuttered at the endearment and Dean’s promise. He leaned across the seat and kissed the corner of Dean’s mouth.
* * * * *
About an hour outside of Blue Earth, Sam asked Dean to stop for lunch. When they came back to the car, Dean drove them down a small dirt road and parked behind some trees so they could sneak in a few more kisses before they got to the school where they would have to pretend nothing was different between them.
Pastor Jim had converted one of the small rooms downstairs into a temporary bedroom for Sam. He knew the young man was doing well enough to handle the stairs, but he thought it would be nice to spare him the added difficulty for at least a few months. Sam smiled as he packed his clothes into the dresser and then sat on the bed. He was of course grateful to be spared extra trips up and down the stairs with his cane, but he was even gladder for the fact that he now had a private room, in its own quiet corner of the house. It would be perfect for stolen moments with Dean.
Dean met with Pastor Jim to go over the lesson plans the boys had been working on and get up to speed to begin taking over some classes later in the week. He insisted on supervising chores for the rest of the week and running Sunday’s service, already feeling too indebted to Jim for everything he’d done during the months Dean was away with Sam.
Things quickly fell back into a routine. Classes, chores, homework, and Sam’s twice weekly PT sessions. However, nothing stopped the boys from taking full advantage of any spare second they could find to spend alone together.
* * * * *
Dean heard a knock on his apartment door and was slightly surprised when he opened it to find Sam on his crutches. The teenager mostly relied on his cane, but sometimes by the end of the day he was tired and sore and he’d switch back to crutches. Dean supposed after a full day, the trip down the drive from the farmhouse to his apartment was probably too much for him. He stood back, holding the door open for Sam to pass, closing and locking it behind him. When he turned back to face Sam, he found heated hazel eyes looking him up and down.
“Damn, Father. All those weeks at rehab, you in jeans, I forgot how hot you look in that collar.”
Dean somehow managed to both blush and smirk in response. He stepped closer to Sam, feeling a dark thrum of arousal deep in his belly as he spoke the next oh-so-inappropriate words. “Something you need to confess, young man?”
A dirty grin spread over Sam’s face; he was more than ready for this game. He tried to kneel down, but his sore and tired leg wouldn’t cooperate. He backed toward the sofa. “Father, I know I’m supposed to kneel to give confession, but…” Sam motioned at his leg.
A concerned look flashed across Dean’s face until Sam shut down his worry with a heated look.
“I think, given the circumstances, it should be fine for you to sit.” Dean took Sam’s crutches as the younger man sat on the couch. The position put Sam’s face level with Dean’s waist and Sam licked his lips as he looked up through his bangs into Dean’s darkening eyes. Dean always felt a certain measure of guilt about his vow of celibacy in these moments with Sam, but something about taking it this far, being this defiant, was freeing. And Sammy was clearly very turned on by this game. Dean swallowed and when he spoke his already deep voice was raspy. “You may confess, my child.”
“Well, there’s the usual…I’ve lied and stolen. Taken the Lord’s name in vain.” Sam paused, and images of Sam naked and hard cursing under Dean’s hands flashed through Dean’s mind. “But I’m really worried about the thoughts about my brother.”
“What kind of thoughts?”
“Impure thoughts, Father.”
Dean’s voice turned all gravel. “Oh?” Sam nodded. “Maybe…maybe if you confess them your burden will be lifted.”
“You want to hear all about my dirty thoughts, Father?” Sam quirked an eyebrow and his tongue teased out to swipe across his bottom lip. Dean nodded. “The problem is my brother is gorgeous. He’s got these lips…make me think about…” Sam smirked, “…kissing. All the time. Just want to feel them on me.”
“That does seem like a problem.”
“There’s more. I think about his cock, father. I can’t stop thinking about it. I want to touch it.” Sam’s fingers stretched out inches in front of Dean’s groin where the clear outline of his erection was growing. “I want to taste it.” Sam licked his lips as his eyes fixed on the bulge in front of him. A small whine pushed from Dean’s throat. “It gets me hard. And then…then I think about his lips again. About pushing my dick through them, seeing them stretched around me as he sucks me deep.”
Dean’s lips moved in a failed attempt at speech as his brain tried to process the image Sam created. Sam’s hands came up to rest on Dean’s hips and he looked up to Dean’s face for any signal he should stop. When he only found lust-darkened eyes and parted lips, his hands moved in slowly until his fingers grasped Dean’s belt. Slowly, he pulled the leather back through the buckle and clasp, opening it and then dragging the zipper behind it down. When he was faced with Dean’s hard cock separated from him by only the thin material of his boxer briefs, he leaned forward and mouthed at the hard length.
Dean’s head fell back and he moaned at the feeling of Sam’s mouth teasing through fabric. He needed to feel the sweet wet-hot promise behind the pink lips Sam had used to tease him so many times. He looked down at his brother. “Sammy,” he breathed out, a request, a plea. Sam freed Dean’s prick from the cloth and couldn’t stop his own whimper when the glistening head teased across his eager lips. Sam’s tongue emerged, wide and flat; he licked the tip and when Dean groaned, he opened his mouth and took the head in.
The humid warmth of Sam’s mouth and the sight of those sweet lips stretched around him were going to be Dean’s undoing. He fought to keep his hips from bucking forward and bit his own lower lip between his teeth. Sam’s long fingers wrapped around Dean’s shaft as Sam began bobbing his head letting a little more of Dean’s length pass his lips with each thrust.
There wasn’t any action or thought that was going to stop the impending explosion of Dean’s orgasm. “Sam, ‘m gonna…” he warned.
Sam only hollowed his cheeks and sped up in response. He wanted to feel his brother shoot across his tongue; needed to know Dean’s flavor. Dean’s hips stuttered, and Sam felt the tell-tale signs of orgasm from the organ on his tongue. Dean’s hand wrapped in Sam’s hair and he fisted the chestnut locks and called Sam’s name as he came.
Sam held Dean on his tongue as he recovered from his orgasm, and when Dean’s eyes began to focus again, he pulled off, tucking his spent dick back into his black pants.
Sam licked swollen lips. “What should I do, Father?” Sam asked once again looking up at Dean through long lashes and bangs. “For penance?”
Dean tugged at his collar and took a deep breath. He brought his hand to Sam’s head, cupping his jaw, thumb smoothing over slick abused lips. “One ‘Our Father’ and three ‘Hail Marys’.” Sam opened his smirking mouth to comply, but Dean interrupted him. “In Latin.”
“Yes, sir,” Sam said with a slow spreading smile. Dean took his hand from Sam’s face as the teen began. “Pater noster qui es in coelis.” Father Winchester watched Sam’s reddened, puffy lips move through near-perfect enunciation of the ancient language. He leaned down, nose pushing through Sam’s soft hair, until his lips found the soft skin under Sam’s ear. Dean sucked a kiss into the sensitive spot and Sam stuttered through the next line. “Sanctificetur n-nomen t-t-tuum.”
When the “m” turned into a breathy moan, Dean placed his plush lips against Sam’s ear and whispered, “Continue.”
“Adveniat regnum tuuuu-“ This time a bite to Sam’s earlobe stopped his Latin mid-word.
Dean’s gravel-toned whisper found Sam’s ear again, “Keep going. I want you to keep reciting, Samuel. If you stop, I stop. Understood?”
“Y-yes Father.” Sam swallowed thickly and took a deep breath and started the next line. “Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in coelo et in terra.” Dean’s lips continued their work on Sam’s neck, making a path around to the front of his throat as Dean knelt between Sam’s thighs. “Panem nostrum quotidianum da n-nobis hodie.” Having Father Winchester knelt down between Sam’s thighs was the beginning to at least three of Sam’s top five fantasies and he couldn’t help the stutter and pause in the Latin. Sam picked up quickly though when Dean’s lips slowed on his neck and he remembered Dean’s instructions.
“…et dimitte nobis debita nostra,” Dean’s hands traced down Sam’s sides, then curved around to his abs and down to the button-fly of Sam’s jeans. The first button popped through the eyelet, then the next, until Sam’s erection sprang free. Dean couldn’t help licking his lips as he leaned forward.
“Sicut et nos d-d-dimittimusss debitori-nnngh” The sensation of air on his hard cock and the sight of Father Winchester on his knees being the one to free it were too much for Sam’s brain and he temporarily forgot all Latin, forgot everything but his need for Dean’s mouth. But as forewarned, when Sam stopped, Dean stopped, plump lips inches from Sam’s aching prick, so close that when Dean spoke the air from his breath was enough to draw precome from Sam.
“Go on,” Dean prompted and when Sam only stared at him blankly, Dean provided the first few words, “debitoribus nostris. Et ne…”
Sam groaned, those full lips spouting Latin and almost brushing the engorged head of his cock was nearly too much, but certainly enough motivation to pick up Dean’s prompt. “Et ne nos inducas in tent-Ahh! Fuck, Dean!” Dean’s tongue had snuck out to lick the tip of Sam’s dick, but as soon as Sam had broken from his Latin recitation of the Our Father, Dean sat back on his heels.
“I’m quite certain that is not part of the Our Father, Sam,” Dean said with a smirk. “Finish.”
Sam growled. “…in tentationem sed libera nos a malo. Amen.” Sam leaned forward and captured Dean’s lips in a kiss, fucking his tongue into Dean’s mouth letting it explore all the soft, warm, wet spaces his dick craved to feel. He pulled back breathless and aching. “I finished Father, now your turn.”
Dean leaned forward letting his lips brush over Sam’s as he spoke. “You still have your Hail Marys. Son.” He nipped at Sam’s pink, swollen bottom lip and pulled back. “Recite,” he ordered.
“Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum.” Dean traced the waistband of Sam’s jeans around to his back and gently urged Sam’s bottom off the couch so he could pull the pants down. He slipped Sam’s shoes off and then the jeans, leaving both in a pile on the floor. “Benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus v-ventris t-t-tui, lesus.” Dean started at his ankles, kissing up first the right and then the left leg. When his lips reached the single scar on the right leg where Sam’s bone had once broken through, he placed a delicate kiss to the wrinkled skin. The sensitivity of the spot surprised Sam into stuttering, though he managed to pick back up with little difficulty.
“Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nnnnn,” Sam’s Latin devolved into a long moan as Dean’s tongue found the tracks of scars on his left leg. They zigzagged over his thigh a result of the traction pins and all his surgeries, and Dean traced every one with licks and kisses until it was too much for Sam. His lungs sucked in air and when Dean’s mouth paused over the highest edge of the last scar, his hands wrapped around Sam’s knees, thumbs stroking the skin, Sam made his distracted brain search for the Latin that would make Dean keep going.
“…pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc et in hora mortis nostrae.” He surged forward, grabbing Dean’s face in his hands and kissing him. “Amen.”
“Very good, Sam. Just two more to go.” Father Winchester smirked as he pulled free of Sam’s hold, wrapping a hand around Sam’s leaking dick. “Go on.”
Sam flopped back against the couch and groaned, he almost couldn’t believe his brother was still insisting on finishing this game, but when Dean froze in place, blinking up at Sam through long lashes, Sam knew he had to keep going. He cursed under his breath, which only brought another smirk to Dean’s lips.
“Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum. Bene - Ahhhh!” Sam had intended to speed through the prayer to be done with it, but when Dean’s hot wet mouth finally engulfed his aching cock his mind was devoid of every thought but pleasure. Somewhere, some tiny piece of his brain still functioning knew he needed to continue reciting if he wanted Dean to continue so he dragged the Latin words out and forced them from his mouth.
“Benedicta tu in mulieribus, et-et…ngh!” Dean’s mouth continued to work his cock perfectly, tongue tracing veins, teasing into his slit and sliding around the lip into the bundle of nerves hiding there. Sam needed Dean to keep going, suck him down further. “…et benedictus fructus ventris tui lesus. Mmmmm.” Sam moaned as Dean hollowed out his cheeks and bobbed his head taking Sam further and further in on each pass.
“Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunnnn-nunc et - Ahhhh - in hora mortis nostrae. Aaaammenn!” Fuck, but Father Winchester had a talented mouth and Sam was so close, he could feel the tingle in his heavy balls and he rushed into the last recitation of Hail Mary.
“Ave Mmmaria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum. B-b-beneee- benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictussss. Fuck!” Sam’s cockhead edged into the back of Dean’s throat and everything in Sam wanted to come but as soon as he’d stopped the Latin prayer, Dean had frozen, so Sam pushed on.
“…benedictus fructus ventris tui, lesus. Ahhhh, fuck, Deannn!” Sam panted and swallowed. “Sancta Maria, Mater D-dei, ora p-pro nnn-n-nobis peccatoribus, nunc et in horamortisnostrae.” Sam rushed through the last few words slurring them together as he felt his orgasm beginning to crest. Dean’s lips were stretched taut around him and his cock was breaching Dean’s throat again. He was so close, and then as he opened his mouth to drop the final word, Dean swallowed around him and he was coming hard and endless into Dean’s mouth.
Dean pulled off, swiping spit and come from his chin as he sat back on his heels again. “Amen.”
Sam rasped out a laugh as he tried to catch his breath.
* * * * *
Sam and Dean were careful about where they chose to indulge in stolen kisses and touches, but as a month turned into two they fell into a routine and the paranoia eased up enough to let them breathe. They still made sure to lock doors and double check for prying eyes, but sometimes Sam would steal a kiss after everyone had emptied from the classroom or in the barn during chores when everyone else was busy. Dean probably worried more about getting caught than Sam, but like any young man in a new relationship, sometimes Dean just couldn’t keep his hands off the object of his new desires.
Since Father Winchester had his own apartment far enough away from the farmhouse to prevent spying from the boys, and Sam had a private room now, they were able to find time to themselves. The twice weekly physical therapy sessions that Dean drove Sam to and from also gave them the perfect excuse to sneak off campus together. Often they’d slip into town and eat at the diner before returning to the school. They’d found a perfect spot tucked away behind trees just off the road that hid the Impala and they’d done plenty of kissing and more, stretched out in Baby’s roomy back seat.
They were returning from Sam’s second PT session for the week and Dean walked him to his room. Sam sat on his bed as they were saying their goodbyes and Dean placed his hands on Sam’s thighs as he leaned down so they could kiss. Sam’s door flew open without warning and Jonathon burst in. Dean jumped back, eyes wide and heart racing.
“Sam, I have an extra assignment for you from Pastor Jim.” He looked over as if finally realizing Father Winchester was there. “Oh, hey, Father. What are you doing here?”
Sam was pretty sure Jonathon hadn’t seen anything since Dean had lightning fast reflexes and Jonathon had been looking down at his papers as he’d come into the room, but Dean was definitely spooked. “He takes me to physical therapy every week. We just got back and since it tires me out, he helped me get my stuff back to my room. Right Father?”
Dean nodded, his fair skin even paler. “R-right. You’re settled now, and I can see that you’ve got homework to attend to. Thanks, Jonathon. Goodnight, Samuel.” Dean managed to force himself to make eye contact with Jonathon, but couldn’t bring himself to look in Sam’s direction before he hurried back out the door.
An hour later Dean was still pacing his small apartment. What had he been thinking, sneaking around like that with Sam right here at the school? He’d lose his job; he’d be kicked out of the priesthood. But when he thought of giving up Sam, he felt so much pain he lost all sense as to how he should proceed.
In the midst of this confusion there was a knock at his door. He opened it to find Sam, and while he wasn’t exactly surprised, he questioned the intelligence of Sam coming to his apartment right after such a close call. Sam stepped through the door and closed it behind him, making a big show of locking it. Sam took one look at his brother and his heart broke.
“Dean,” Sam pleaded as he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Dean’s strong back. He kept his arms around Dean’s shoulders but pulled his face back enough to look into Dean’s eyes as he spoke. “Dean, it’s ok. Jonathon didn’t see anything, he doesn’t suspect anything. He acted completely normal after you left. It’s fine. We’re safe.”
Dean let his forehead rest against Sam’s for a moment. He was not ready to face the reality of choosing between his love for Sam and his love for his work as a priest and teacher. “I want that to be true, Sam. I want nothing more than for us to be safe. Together.”
Sam felt a lump begin to form in his throat; he feared he knew where Dean was going with this. He was familiar with the signs of someone about to leave him. He swallowed the lump and fought back his tears. He loved Dean, and he would not give up easily. “It is true, Dean. It is. Please.” His voice cracked and he hated himself for the small show of weakness.
“No, Sammy. It’s not. As long as we’re sneaking around here I run the risk of losing my job. Losing my collar. And you. Sam, if they catch us, you’re back into foster care and they’ll make sure I never see you again.”
“Dean, I’m 17 and in a few months I’ll be 18. They can’t keep me in foster care. And they sure as hell can’t keep me from you.” Dean didn’t answer, but Sam saw a single tear make a track down his brother’s face. “Fine, then let’s leave. Let’s just go, Dean. You’re a great teacher, you can find a job somewhere and I can finish high school anywhere. I can go to college, you can keep working. No one has to know we’re brothers.” He pushed forward to kiss Dean, saline on both their lips.
“God, Sammy. I want that. Want to be with you more than anything, but I just…I can’t see how it would all work.”
Sam’s body stiffened in Dean’s arms. “Fine. Just forget it. I see it now.”
Dean looked up to see Sam’s face twisted in an angry scowl. “What are you talking about?” Dean asked.
“I thought I meant more to you, but clearly not. If I ever meant anything to you; if I meant half as much to you as you do to me, you’d never let this go. You’d do anything to be with me.” Tears streamed down Sam’s angry face as he continued. “You used me. How many boys have you done this with, huh?”
Now it was Dean’s turn to get angry. “Now, that’s enough, Samuel. You know that’s not true. I’ve never touched another student. And of course I care for you.”
“Care for me?! Care?! I’m talking about love and you say you care? Fuck you, Father Winchester.”
Sam stormed out and slammed the door behind him before Dean could get a handle on what exactly had just happened.
Chapter 10