One O'Clock
Title: One O'Clock
Series: The Clock 'Verse
Author:
hunters_retreat
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sam tells his father he's going to Stanford, but something unexpected happens. AU
Author's Note: Thank you to smidgeson as always for the amazing beta. I finally got it posted!!!!! :P And sorry to all the Clock fans who haven't had a fix in wayyyy too long. Hope the content of this story makes the wait worth while.
“Alright Sam, when are you gonna tell me what you’re doing?”
“Not until we get there.”
“You do know I’m not a girl, right Sam?”
“Shut up, Dean and enjoy the surprise.”
Sam watched as Dean smiled. He knew better than to take Dean’s bickering seriously. As much as he’d loosened up since they came to Stanford, his brother still had a hard time talking about himself or his feelings. When Sam tried to do something nice for him he usually responded in some macho super-sized version of Dean. He’d had a lifetime to learn how to deal with that though and he knew Dean would love the surprise he had lined up for him.
It was the first time Sam felt he could do something special for Dean’s birthday, the first time he could indulge himself and give his brother the day he deserved. He might have gone a little overboard but he wanted to make up for all the years when he hadn’t been able to celebrate Dean the way he should have.
“We’re heading up a flight of steps now.”
It was just their apartment but Dean had worked a long shift and Sam picked him up from work and blindfolded him for the drive home. Dean wasn’t thrilled about being blindfolded but he let Sam have his way.
“I know where we are Sam,” Dean said with a smirk.
Sam didn’t doubt he did. Their father had taught them to be better hunters than that. A blindfold was a challenge but the drive home was familiar and Dean was sure to have caught some of the normal noises and traffic patterns that meant he was close to home.
“I said shut up and enjoy your surprise.” When they got to the top of the stairs Sam backed Dean up into the wall. Dean went where he was told and Sam pushed closer to his brother before he pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Happy birthday, Dean.”
Dean’s arms wrapped around Sam’s waist and pulled him closer. “Now that’s more like it,” Dean teased. He leaned up slightly and Sam took the invitation and kissed Dean again. When Dean opened to him, Sam licked his way into Dean’s mouth.
As much as Sam wanted to take this further, they had other plans. “Come on. Time for that later.”
“Aw, but it’s my birthday Sammy.”
Sam laughed as he stepped back and pulled Dean towards the door. He unlocked their apartment and pushed open the door. When Sam pulled the blindfold off his brother’s eyes he knew he couldn’t see yet. “Sammy?”
The lights of the apartment turned on and a loud “Surprise!” followed the lights.
Dean blinked for a couple of seconds at the bright lights but Sam thought it was probably the people around them that had Dean blinking the way he was. The apartment was packed with people that Dean knew. Some of them were friends Sam and Dean had made together. Some were Sam’s school friends. Some were Dean’s friends from the garage and some were from the culinary school and the cooking classes Dean had taken.
“Sam?”
Sam smiled at the bewildered look on his brother’s face. “Happy birthday, Dean,” Sam said as he pulled Dean close for a moment. “Everyone should get to have one surprise birthday party in their life, right?”
Dean pulled back and looked at Sam in disbelief before he finally smiled. “You did this?”
“Yep. Go, mingle. Have fun.”
“Do you even know half these people?”
“No, but I’m devious and I was able to steal the information off your phone when you were in the shower one day.”
“Sam…”
Sam smiled at his brother and pushed him towards his waiting friends and laughed as Jess caught Dean by the arm and led him into the mass of people waiting to say happy birthday.
**
Sam waited until they’d been there about thirty minutes before he called for everyone’s attention. Richie turned the music down and Sam felt a little nervous now. He knew Dean would love this part of the surprise but Sam had never done anything like this. He’d wanted something special, something that showed that Sam supported what Dean was doing with his life. They weren’t far from wine country and he’d thought about taking a trip but wine wasn’t his brother’s style. It had given Sam the idea for this though, a night with his friends, some good drinks, and plenty of great food.
“First, I want to say thank you for coming out tonight. I know most of you have work or classes in the morning so it means a lot that you came out to celebrate Dean’s birthday.” There was a round of claps and laughter but he continued on.
“Secondly, for those of you who got confused when you showed up and Dean hadn’t cooked something up, it’s because tonight some of the guests actually brought the food for him. I contacted Sarah.”
Sam pointed to Sarah and she gave a small wave and smiled at him. Sarah was the woman who’d helped Dean get into culinary school. Dean adored her and he worked part time for her in her catering business while he went to school. It was good pay and she was always willing to work around his crazy schedule.
“Sarah and I came up with an idea and she made it happen. She got Dean’s culinary class together and they put together a beer tasting for us. They each brought their favorite beer and cooked up something special to go with it. Sarah, you want to get us started?”
Sarah started to talk then and she introduced the students of the culinary school who’d helped out. Sam walked over to Dean and he couldn’t help but smile as Dean took Sam’s hand and entwined their fingers before he pressed a kiss into the back of Sam’s hand. Dean looked back to the first of his friends who had started to talk about the cheese plate and pilsner she had brought and Sam just watched his brother.
Dean was too still. Sam knew what that meant and he leaned closer and pressed a kiss to Dean’s temple. “Happy birthday,” he said again, softly. Dean relaxed against him and Sam knew his brother had been getting too emotional for his own comfort. Dean would do anything for the people in his life but if someone tried to do something for him he had a hard time accepting it. He was shocked at the work his school friends had put into the menu and their additions to the party.
Sarah took Dean off his hands then. A line had begun to form around the food and Sarah took Dean to the front. They’d arranged all the food between the kitchen and the dining room and Sarah made sure Dean was perched in a chair in the middle of it all, constantly surrounded by people trying to get his attention.
“You two make me a little sick, you know that right?”
Sam smiled as he wrapped an arm over Jess’s shoulder. “Yep. Should have kept your nose out of it and left us to be miserable. That’ll teach you to meddle next time.”
Jess looked up at him but her smile turned serious. “You are happy though, aren’t you Sam?”
He frowned as he looked at her. “Yeah. Of course. Why are you asking me that?”
“I just worry about you two. I love you, you know?”
“Trying to steal my boyfriend on my birthday, Jess? That’s low even for you,” Dean teased as he came over and kissed her on the cheek.
“Absolutely. I’m classy like that.”
“Go get a drink Classy Lady,” Dean teased. Jess smiled and Sam knew she was just looking out for them. When she winked and walked over to the others, Sam turned and suddenly had his brother in his arms. Dean didn’t do PDAs often - hell he still had problems just letting his guard down when it was the two of them sometimes - but Sam pulled Dean closer and enjoyed the feel of him there.
“Thank you, Sammy.”
“Having a good time?” he asked.
“Yeah. I can’t believe all these people came.”
“They’re your friends, Dean.”
“I know. I just … it’s a far cry from last year, you know?”
Last year they’d celebrated Dean’s birthday in a dive bar where Sam was able to use his fake ID to buy his brother a drink. Sam spent most of the night distracting Dean to keep him from looking at his phone every five minutes to see if their Dad would call. This year, they were surrounded by friends and Dean had made choices that led him further away from their father’s obsession. Sam was still amazed at the changes in his brother.
Sam brought a hand up to his brother’s face and cupped his cheek as he pressed a soft kiss to his lips. When he leaned back he couldn’t help himself. “I love you, Dean.”
Dean’s eyes widened and Sam realized a second too late that it was the first time he’d said those words. That it was the first time he knew without any doubt creeping in that he not only loved his brother, but he was in love with him. Dean seemed to get what he meant too because he searched Sam’s face, looking for something. Sam smiled slightly but he didn’t look away from Dean.
“Gonna be the death of me, Sammy,” Dean said as he kissed Sam. Before Sam could say anything else though, Dean disappeared into the crowd.
***
It was one o’clock in the morning before every one finally left. The party was mostly over by midnight but a few people had stayed behind to clean up. Sam was grateful for the help but he’d hoped to get his brother to himself sooner rather than later.
They’d have a clean place in the morning though and there were plenty of left overs in the fridge to hold them off for the week. Sam was still impressed with the food Dean’s friends had brought. After the cheese plate and pilsner came a hefeweizen with crab cakes and herb salad. Sarah had brought a porter with smoked duck and walnuts with winter greens. Dean had been very enthusiastic about the dish and Sam was sure he’d be eating a lot more duck in the near future. A bock beer was brought with jerk chicken and a lager with bratwurst. A traditional ale was paired with mini burgers with mozzarella and spinach-arugula pesto. The last two beers were a fruit beer with cherry and apricot frangipane tart and a stout with a gramercy tavern gingerbread.
It was all amazing and each of the cooks had left a recipe with Dean. Dean was thrilled, as was Jess when he offered to try to make some of them himself for her.
Sam threw the last bag of trash in the garbage bin before he walked back into the kitchen and washed his hands. When Sam was done he went looking for his brother. He wasn’t in the kitchen or dining room. Sam passed the living room and stopped when he came to Dean’s open bedroom door.
Dean was sitting at his desk, looking at his bed. He had the stout from earlier and Sam watched as Dean took a long pull from the bottle.
“Hey. You have a good time?” Sam asked.
Dean looked up at Sam and let out a deep breath. When he smiled Sam felt something in his chest loosen. “I did Sam. This was amazing. Thank you. I can’t believe…”
Sam knew what he was saying without Dean finishing that sentence. I can’t believe you did that for me. I can’t believe they cared enough to come. I can’t believe you all worked that hard to make something happen for me.
Dean got up and closed the distance between them. He’d been doing that all night, coming back to Sam for a kiss or to tap his hand over Sam’s heart before he’d head off to another group of people who wanted his attention. Sam loved every minute of it.
Dean pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss and Sam closed his eyes as Dean pulled back. He didn’t go far and Sam let his forehead rest against his brothers. He waited and breathed in his brother’s breath. Dean wanted something and Sam was willing to wait to see what it was.
“Sam,” Dean whispered.
“Anything,” Sam answered.
Dean sighed. “I want you. Want to make love to you Sammy,” Dean confessed. “Didn’t know what I was waiting for until tonight.” He looked up at Sam then. “I’ve loved you for so long I don’t know how else to live. When you said what you did-”
“I love you.”
“Yeah,” Dean said as he smiled nervously. “I knew I’d just been waiting until we were both at the same place. I love what you did with the party Sam, but since you said that all I’ve wanted was for everyone else to leave so I could bring you in here and strip you naked.”
“What are we waiting for then?” Sam teased.
“Absolutely nothing.”
Sam laughed as Dean’s hands slipped under his tee shirt and pulled it up. Sam raised his arms above his head and let Dean pull it off. He didn’t try to rush Dean but he touched him constantly as Dean stripped him.
When he was naked, Sam began to return the favor. He took his time as he let his hands skim over his brother’s skin. Sam loved looking over his brother’s body to see him whole and healthy, to know that Dean had been unhurt since they came to Stanford except for the one scar from the hunt Dean had taken on himself after seeing their father. Sam loved the scars on his brother’s body as well though. He looked at Dean’s scars as a testament to the strength of character that was the man he loved.
When Dean pushed Sam back onto his sheets, he settled between Sam’s legs and finally kissed him. Sam opened immediately and Dean wasn’t moving slow anymore. They’d been in this position before but never with this intent and Sam was nearly breathless with want as Dean kissed his way down Sam’s neck.
“Gonna take care of you Sammy,” Dean whispered against his skin. Sam wanted to laugh because of all the things he had doubted in his life, Dean taking care of him was never one of them, but then Dean’s fingers trailed down his torso and all thought left his head.
He pulled at Dean’s shoulders until he could get back to his brother’s lips. Dean barely brushed his lips to Sam’s though before he turned back to his brother’s neck. His hands grabbed for Sam’s wrists and he pushed them up over Sam’s head. Sam moaned as Dean sucked at the skin just behind his right ear. “Dean, please,” he begged.
It was too early to beg already but Sam had wanted this for so long, wanted Dean to make love to him and his brother had been maddeningly obstinate about it. Sam understood now why he’d waited. Sam was one of the few things that could tear his brother apart, and with the way they’d parted ways with their father last year, Sam knew Dean wouldn’t rush something like this. It was why Dean had dated him, why they were taking things so damn slow.
He didn’t know when Dean’s grip on his hands lessened but he kept them over his head anyway. He didn’t feel Dean shifting on the bed, only felt his mouth as he continued to kiss and lick at Sam’s sensitive skin. It wasn’t until Sam felt slick fingers on the back of his thighs that he realized Dean had reached under the mattress to get to Sam’s stash of lube.
Dean ran his fingers up the inside of Sam’s thigh and he moaned in anticipation. “Dean, come on,” he begged again.
Dean chuckled low and deep next to Sam’s ear as his fingers ran the length of Sam’s cock. “What do you want, Sammy?”
“Dean, fuck, need you inside me.”
His brother let out a muffled curse and Sam could feel the way Dean’s hands trembled. It wasn’t like they hadn’t been this far before but the intention to take the next step had never been there. Tonight everything felt wild and free and open.
“Been waiting for so long Dean. I need you,” he keened as Dean’s finger traced the outside of his rim. “I love you.”
“Sammy,” Dean’s voice sounded broken as he leaned in and swallowed Sam’s moans with a kiss. He licked his way into Sam’s mouth with a desperation that belied the patient, gentle circling of his fingers. Sam’s body opened as Dean pressed the first finger inside and Sam wanted so much more. He wanted to beg for more but Dean’s lips were there, taking the sound before he could form it and he was left at his brother’s mercy.
Dean had none.
He pressed one finger in sweet and slow and made Sam feel every since inch of give and take. The pace he set was slow and torturous and Sam knew they were both panting by the time Dean pressed a second finger into him. By the third Sam’s voice was no longer distinguishable as his own.
“Dean, please,” his voice broke, low and used even if Dean had yet to do more than kiss him and finger him open. Dean’s eyes moved up from where he had been watching his fingers disappear into Sam’s body to stare at Sam’s lips. Sam licked them quickly and ached at the way Dean repeated the gesture.
“You think you’re ready, Sammy?” Dean asked. His voice was wrecked as well for all that he’d stayed mostly silent.
“God, yes.”
Dean pulled his fingers free of his brother’s body and Sam moaned at the loss. His hands were gripped into tight fists and Sam banged them uselessly against the pillow over his head in his frustration.
Dean chuckled darkly but Sam could see the way Dean’s hands shook slightly as he slicked himself up. Sam wanted to be the one to do it but he could barely breathe, let alone move, as he watched Dean’s hand gliding up and down his cock.
Dean’s eyes closed slightly and his lips parted in a moan that made Sam’s throat thick with need.
“Please,” he begged again.
Dean leaned in until the tip of his cock was pressed against Sam. Dean didn’t even have to press in hard before Sam’s body opened around him. Dean had opened him up so damn good and there was nothing now but the slide of his brother as he slowly - so damn slowly - buried himself in Sam’s body.
Dean’s moan sounded punched from his gut and Sam felt powerful in that moment. He was able to do that to Dean. He was able to do that to the bravest, fiercest, most loyal man he’d ever met. His brother. His lover. His everything.
“Sammy,” Dean breathed his name against his lips, “Jesus, Sammy.”
Sam closed the distance between them and it was his turn to swallow his brother’s moans. His hands came down and he wrapped them around Dean. He pulled his brother in, closer, deeper, until Dean was resting completely against Sam. Dean’s arms slid under Sam’s shoulders and their chests were pressed together as Sam licked into his brother’s mouth. Dean’s hips rolled and Sam tossed his head back into the pillow. It revealed the long line of his neck and Dean took advantage and began to suck and bite across it.
“Not gonna last long, Sammy,” Dean whispered against his skin. “You feel so damn perfect around me.”
Sam let out a harsh laugh because he didn’t have the words for this. He hadn’t been a virgin for a while, but he’d never been with a guy before Dean beyond a few stolen kisses and the experience was beyond everything he’d ever done. He dug his heels into Dean’s legs to get him to move and Dean laughed again.
“Impatient much?”
“Damn it Dean, you know how long I’ve been waiting for this,” he demanded.
Dean dropped his forehead to Sam’s. “Not as long as me, Sammy, and it’s my birthday so let me enjoy myself, alright?”
It was such a ridiculous thing to say, such a big brother thing to say, that it startled a laugh out of Sam. Dean’s laughter was warm on Sam’s cheek and he couldn’t help but remember his brother’s whispered confession the night Dean said he’d wanted Sam for four years.
Sam scratched his nails over his brother’s back and Dean arched into the touch. He began moving then, slow rolls of his hips at first. He pushed up then, his arms braced on either side of Sam’s head as he began to thrust into his brother’s body. When Dean began to hit Sam’s prostrate he knew he was done.
He was too worked up to fight it and his orgasm crashed over him as he whispered Dean’s name against his shoulder. Dean’s hips faltered and one of Dean’s hands came up to Sam’s cock, stroking and coating him with Sam’s come. He continued to thrust as he whispered words of encouragement to Sam. He leaned back onto his haunches and Sam followed until he was straddling his brother’s thighs and his arms were wrapped over Dean’s shoulders. Dean continued to thrust into him and Sam was so keyed up. He couldn’t keep the rhythm Dean set but then Dean’s movements became wild and harder and Dean pushed Sam back down onto the mattress as he continued to thrust with abandon.
“Samsamsamsamsam,” Dean whispered and then his name was muffled as Dean bit into his shoulder. His hips stopped moving and he came inside Sam for the first time.
Dean crushed his lips to Sam’s a moment later and they lay like that until Dean’s arms began to shake from holding him over Sam’s body. Dean pulled out of him then and lay down on his side and pulled Sam close to him. He didn’t speak, but continued to press kisses to his brother’s lips.
Sam knew he should probably try to be more aware, more awake because he’d just made love to his brother and at each step of their relationship Sam had watched for Dean to pull away, to suddenly realize he was doing these things to his little brother, but tonight he had no energy for it. Dean’s hands on him were warm and the air was hot and sated between them and when Dean pulled him closer and pressed kisses to his temple, speaking softly about love and patience and feeling so damn lucky, Sam decided to just go with it.
“Happy Birthday, Dean,” he said softly, sleep heavy in his own ears.
Dean let out an answering laugh but it was soft and lazy. “Thank you, Sammy. Good night.”
“Love you, Dean.”
He felt more than heard his brother’s heavy sigh but the words were sweet in his ears. “Love you too, Sammy.”
On to Nine O'Clock
Series: The Clock 'Verse
Author:
hunters_retreat
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sam tells his father he's going to Stanford, but something unexpected happens. AU
Author's Note: Thank you to smidgeson as always for the amazing beta. I finally got it posted!!!!! :P And sorry to all the Clock fans who haven't had a fix in wayyyy too long. Hope the content of this story makes the wait worth while.
“Alright Sam, when are you gonna tell me what you’re doing?”
“Not until we get there.”
“You do know I’m not a girl, right Sam?”
“Shut up, Dean and enjoy the surprise.”
Sam watched as Dean smiled. He knew better than to take Dean’s bickering seriously. As much as he’d loosened up since they came to Stanford, his brother still had a hard time talking about himself or his feelings. When Sam tried to do something nice for him he usually responded in some macho super-sized version of Dean. He’d had a lifetime to learn how to deal with that though and he knew Dean would love the surprise he had lined up for him.
It was the first time Sam felt he could do something special for Dean’s birthday, the first time he could indulge himself and give his brother the day he deserved. He might have gone a little overboard but he wanted to make up for all the years when he hadn’t been able to celebrate Dean the way he should have.
“We’re heading up a flight of steps now.”
It was just their apartment but Dean had worked a long shift and Sam picked him up from work and blindfolded him for the drive home. Dean wasn’t thrilled about being blindfolded but he let Sam have his way.
“I know where we are Sam,” Dean said with a smirk.
Sam didn’t doubt he did. Their father had taught them to be better hunters than that. A blindfold was a challenge but the drive home was familiar and Dean was sure to have caught some of the normal noises and traffic patterns that meant he was close to home.
“I said shut up and enjoy your surprise.” When they got to the top of the stairs Sam backed Dean up into the wall. Dean went where he was told and Sam pushed closer to his brother before he pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Happy birthday, Dean.”
Dean’s arms wrapped around Sam’s waist and pulled him closer. “Now that’s more like it,” Dean teased. He leaned up slightly and Sam took the invitation and kissed Dean again. When Dean opened to him, Sam licked his way into Dean’s mouth.
As much as Sam wanted to take this further, they had other plans. “Come on. Time for that later.”
“Aw, but it’s my birthday Sammy.”
Sam laughed as he stepped back and pulled Dean towards the door. He unlocked their apartment and pushed open the door. When Sam pulled the blindfold off his brother’s eyes he knew he couldn’t see yet. “Sammy?”
The lights of the apartment turned on and a loud “Surprise!” followed the lights.
Dean blinked for a couple of seconds at the bright lights but Sam thought it was probably the people around them that had Dean blinking the way he was. The apartment was packed with people that Dean knew. Some of them were friends Sam and Dean had made together. Some were Sam’s school friends. Some were Dean’s friends from the garage and some were from the culinary school and the cooking classes Dean had taken.
“Sam?”
Sam smiled at the bewildered look on his brother’s face. “Happy birthday, Dean,” Sam said as he pulled Dean close for a moment. “Everyone should get to have one surprise birthday party in their life, right?”
Dean pulled back and looked at Sam in disbelief before he finally smiled. “You did this?”
“Yep. Go, mingle. Have fun.”
“Do you even know half these people?”
“No, but I’m devious and I was able to steal the information off your phone when you were in the shower one day.”
“Sam…”
Sam smiled at his brother and pushed him towards his waiting friends and laughed as Jess caught Dean by the arm and led him into the mass of people waiting to say happy birthday.
**
Sam waited until they’d been there about thirty minutes before he called for everyone’s attention. Richie turned the music down and Sam felt a little nervous now. He knew Dean would love this part of the surprise but Sam had never done anything like this. He’d wanted something special, something that showed that Sam supported what Dean was doing with his life. They weren’t far from wine country and he’d thought about taking a trip but wine wasn’t his brother’s style. It had given Sam the idea for this though, a night with his friends, some good drinks, and plenty of great food.
“First, I want to say thank you for coming out tonight. I know most of you have work or classes in the morning so it means a lot that you came out to celebrate Dean’s birthday.” There was a round of claps and laughter but he continued on.
“Secondly, for those of you who got confused when you showed up and Dean hadn’t cooked something up, it’s because tonight some of the guests actually brought the food for him. I contacted Sarah.”
Sam pointed to Sarah and she gave a small wave and smiled at him. Sarah was the woman who’d helped Dean get into culinary school. Dean adored her and he worked part time for her in her catering business while he went to school. It was good pay and she was always willing to work around his crazy schedule.
“Sarah and I came up with an idea and she made it happen. She got Dean’s culinary class together and they put together a beer tasting for us. They each brought their favorite beer and cooked up something special to go with it. Sarah, you want to get us started?”
Sarah started to talk then and she introduced the students of the culinary school who’d helped out. Sam walked over to Dean and he couldn’t help but smile as Dean took Sam’s hand and entwined their fingers before he pressed a kiss into the back of Sam’s hand. Dean looked back to the first of his friends who had started to talk about the cheese plate and pilsner she had brought and Sam just watched his brother.
Dean was too still. Sam knew what that meant and he leaned closer and pressed a kiss to Dean’s temple. “Happy birthday,” he said again, softly. Dean relaxed against him and Sam knew his brother had been getting too emotional for his own comfort. Dean would do anything for the people in his life but if someone tried to do something for him he had a hard time accepting it. He was shocked at the work his school friends had put into the menu and their additions to the party.
Sarah took Dean off his hands then. A line had begun to form around the food and Sarah took Dean to the front. They’d arranged all the food between the kitchen and the dining room and Sarah made sure Dean was perched in a chair in the middle of it all, constantly surrounded by people trying to get his attention.
“You two make me a little sick, you know that right?”
Sam smiled as he wrapped an arm over Jess’s shoulder. “Yep. Should have kept your nose out of it and left us to be miserable. That’ll teach you to meddle next time.”
Jess looked up at him but her smile turned serious. “You are happy though, aren’t you Sam?”
He frowned as he looked at her. “Yeah. Of course. Why are you asking me that?”
“I just worry about you two. I love you, you know?”
“Trying to steal my boyfriend on my birthday, Jess? That’s low even for you,” Dean teased as he came over and kissed her on the cheek.
“Absolutely. I’m classy like that.”
“Go get a drink Classy Lady,” Dean teased. Jess smiled and Sam knew she was just looking out for them. When she winked and walked over to the others, Sam turned and suddenly had his brother in his arms. Dean didn’t do PDAs often - hell he still had problems just letting his guard down when it was the two of them sometimes - but Sam pulled Dean closer and enjoyed the feel of him there.
“Thank you, Sammy.”
“Having a good time?” he asked.
“Yeah. I can’t believe all these people came.”
“They’re your friends, Dean.”
“I know. I just … it’s a far cry from last year, you know?”
Last year they’d celebrated Dean’s birthday in a dive bar where Sam was able to use his fake ID to buy his brother a drink. Sam spent most of the night distracting Dean to keep him from looking at his phone every five minutes to see if their Dad would call. This year, they were surrounded by friends and Dean had made choices that led him further away from their father’s obsession. Sam was still amazed at the changes in his brother.
Sam brought a hand up to his brother’s face and cupped his cheek as he pressed a soft kiss to his lips. When he leaned back he couldn’t help himself. “I love you, Dean.”
Dean’s eyes widened and Sam realized a second too late that it was the first time he’d said those words. That it was the first time he knew without any doubt creeping in that he not only loved his brother, but he was in love with him. Dean seemed to get what he meant too because he searched Sam’s face, looking for something. Sam smiled slightly but he didn’t look away from Dean.
“Gonna be the death of me, Sammy,” Dean said as he kissed Sam. Before Sam could say anything else though, Dean disappeared into the crowd.
***
It was one o’clock in the morning before every one finally left. The party was mostly over by midnight but a few people had stayed behind to clean up. Sam was grateful for the help but he’d hoped to get his brother to himself sooner rather than later.
They’d have a clean place in the morning though and there were plenty of left overs in the fridge to hold them off for the week. Sam was still impressed with the food Dean’s friends had brought. After the cheese plate and pilsner came a hefeweizen with crab cakes and herb salad. Sarah had brought a porter with smoked duck and walnuts with winter greens. Dean had been very enthusiastic about the dish and Sam was sure he’d be eating a lot more duck in the near future. A bock beer was brought with jerk chicken and a lager with bratwurst. A traditional ale was paired with mini burgers with mozzarella and spinach-arugula pesto. The last two beers were a fruit beer with cherry and apricot frangipane tart and a stout with a gramercy tavern gingerbread.
It was all amazing and each of the cooks had left a recipe with Dean. Dean was thrilled, as was Jess when he offered to try to make some of them himself for her.
Sam threw the last bag of trash in the garbage bin before he walked back into the kitchen and washed his hands. When Sam was done he went looking for his brother. He wasn’t in the kitchen or dining room. Sam passed the living room and stopped when he came to Dean’s open bedroom door.
Dean was sitting at his desk, looking at his bed. He had the stout from earlier and Sam watched as Dean took a long pull from the bottle.
“Hey. You have a good time?” Sam asked.
Dean looked up at Sam and let out a deep breath. When he smiled Sam felt something in his chest loosen. “I did Sam. This was amazing. Thank you. I can’t believe…”
Sam knew what he was saying without Dean finishing that sentence. I can’t believe you did that for me. I can’t believe they cared enough to come. I can’t believe you all worked that hard to make something happen for me.
Dean got up and closed the distance between them. He’d been doing that all night, coming back to Sam for a kiss or to tap his hand over Sam’s heart before he’d head off to another group of people who wanted his attention. Sam loved every minute of it.
Dean pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss and Sam closed his eyes as Dean pulled back. He didn’t go far and Sam let his forehead rest against his brothers. He waited and breathed in his brother’s breath. Dean wanted something and Sam was willing to wait to see what it was.
“Sam,” Dean whispered.
“Anything,” Sam answered.
Dean sighed. “I want you. Want to make love to you Sammy,” Dean confessed. “Didn’t know what I was waiting for until tonight.” He looked up at Sam then. “I’ve loved you for so long I don’t know how else to live. When you said what you did-”
“I love you.”
“Yeah,” Dean said as he smiled nervously. “I knew I’d just been waiting until we were both at the same place. I love what you did with the party Sam, but since you said that all I’ve wanted was for everyone else to leave so I could bring you in here and strip you naked.”
“What are we waiting for then?” Sam teased.
“Absolutely nothing.”
Sam laughed as Dean’s hands slipped under his tee shirt and pulled it up. Sam raised his arms above his head and let Dean pull it off. He didn’t try to rush Dean but he touched him constantly as Dean stripped him.
When he was naked, Sam began to return the favor. He took his time as he let his hands skim over his brother’s skin. Sam loved looking over his brother’s body to see him whole and healthy, to know that Dean had been unhurt since they came to Stanford except for the one scar from the hunt Dean had taken on himself after seeing their father. Sam loved the scars on his brother’s body as well though. He looked at Dean’s scars as a testament to the strength of character that was the man he loved.
When Dean pushed Sam back onto his sheets, he settled between Sam’s legs and finally kissed him. Sam opened immediately and Dean wasn’t moving slow anymore. They’d been in this position before but never with this intent and Sam was nearly breathless with want as Dean kissed his way down Sam’s neck.
“Gonna take care of you Sammy,” Dean whispered against his skin. Sam wanted to laugh because of all the things he had doubted in his life, Dean taking care of him was never one of them, but then Dean’s fingers trailed down his torso and all thought left his head.
He pulled at Dean’s shoulders until he could get back to his brother’s lips. Dean barely brushed his lips to Sam’s though before he turned back to his brother’s neck. His hands grabbed for Sam’s wrists and he pushed them up over Sam’s head. Sam moaned as Dean sucked at the skin just behind his right ear. “Dean, please,” he begged.
It was too early to beg already but Sam had wanted this for so long, wanted Dean to make love to him and his brother had been maddeningly obstinate about it. Sam understood now why he’d waited. Sam was one of the few things that could tear his brother apart, and with the way they’d parted ways with their father last year, Sam knew Dean wouldn’t rush something like this. It was why Dean had dated him, why they were taking things so damn slow.
He didn’t know when Dean’s grip on his hands lessened but he kept them over his head anyway. He didn’t feel Dean shifting on the bed, only felt his mouth as he continued to kiss and lick at Sam’s sensitive skin. It wasn’t until Sam felt slick fingers on the back of his thighs that he realized Dean had reached under the mattress to get to Sam’s stash of lube.
Dean ran his fingers up the inside of Sam’s thigh and he moaned in anticipation. “Dean, come on,” he begged again.
Dean chuckled low and deep next to Sam’s ear as his fingers ran the length of Sam’s cock. “What do you want, Sammy?”
“Dean, fuck, need you inside me.”
His brother let out a muffled curse and Sam could feel the way Dean’s hands trembled. It wasn’t like they hadn’t been this far before but the intention to take the next step had never been there. Tonight everything felt wild and free and open.
“Been waiting for so long Dean. I need you,” he keened as Dean’s finger traced the outside of his rim. “I love you.”
“Sammy,” Dean’s voice sounded broken as he leaned in and swallowed Sam’s moans with a kiss. He licked his way into Sam’s mouth with a desperation that belied the patient, gentle circling of his fingers. Sam’s body opened as Dean pressed the first finger inside and Sam wanted so much more. He wanted to beg for more but Dean’s lips were there, taking the sound before he could form it and he was left at his brother’s mercy.
Dean had none.
He pressed one finger in sweet and slow and made Sam feel every since inch of give and take. The pace he set was slow and torturous and Sam knew they were both panting by the time Dean pressed a second finger into him. By the third Sam’s voice was no longer distinguishable as his own.
“Dean, please,” his voice broke, low and used even if Dean had yet to do more than kiss him and finger him open. Dean’s eyes moved up from where he had been watching his fingers disappear into Sam’s body to stare at Sam’s lips. Sam licked them quickly and ached at the way Dean repeated the gesture.
“You think you’re ready, Sammy?” Dean asked. His voice was wrecked as well for all that he’d stayed mostly silent.
“God, yes.”
Dean pulled his fingers free of his brother’s body and Sam moaned at the loss. His hands were gripped into tight fists and Sam banged them uselessly against the pillow over his head in his frustration.
Dean chuckled darkly but Sam could see the way Dean’s hands shook slightly as he slicked himself up. Sam wanted to be the one to do it but he could barely breathe, let alone move, as he watched Dean’s hand gliding up and down his cock.
Dean’s eyes closed slightly and his lips parted in a moan that made Sam’s throat thick with need.
“Please,” he begged again.
Dean leaned in until the tip of his cock was pressed against Sam. Dean didn’t even have to press in hard before Sam’s body opened around him. Dean had opened him up so damn good and there was nothing now but the slide of his brother as he slowly - so damn slowly - buried himself in Sam’s body.
Dean’s moan sounded punched from his gut and Sam felt powerful in that moment. He was able to do that to Dean. He was able to do that to the bravest, fiercest, most loyal man he’d ever met. His brother. His lover. His everything.
“Sammy,” Dean breathed his name against his lips, “Jesus, Sammy.”
Sam closed the distance between them and it was his turn to swallow his brother’s moans. His hands came down and he wrapped them around Dean. He pulled his brother in, closer, deeper, until Dean was resting completely against Sam. Dean’s arms slid under Sam’s shoulders and their chests were pressed together as Sam licked into his brother’s mouth. Dean’s hips rolled and Sam tossed his head back into the pillow. It revealed the long line of his neck and Dean took advantage and began to suck and bite across it.
“Not gonna last long, Sammy,” Dean whispered against his skin. “You feel so damn perfect around me.”
Sam let out a harsh laugh because he didn’t have the words for this. He hadn’t been a virgin for a while, but he’d never been with a guy before Dean beyond a few stolen kisses and the experience was beyond everything he’d ever done. He dug his heels into Dean’s legs to get him to move and Dean laughed again.
“Impatient much?”
“Damn it Dean, you know how long I’ve been waiting for this,” he demanded.
Dean dropped his forehead to Sam’s. “Not as long as me, Sammy, and it’s my birthday so let me enjoy myself, alright?”
It was such a ridiculous thing to say, such a big brother thing to say, that it startled a laugh out of Sam. Dean’s laughter was warm on Sam’s cheek and he couldn’t help but remember his brother’s whispered confession the night Dean said he’d wanted Sam for four years.
Sam scratched his nails over his brother’s back and Dean arched into the touch. He began moving then, slow rolls of his hips at first. He pushed up then, his arms braced on either side of Sam’s head as he began to thrust into his brother’s body. When Dean began to hit Sam’s prostrate he knew he was done.
He was too worked up to fight it and his orgasm crashed over him as he whispered Dean’s name against his shoulder. Dean’s hips faltered and one of Dean’s hands came up to Sam’s cock, stroking and coating him with Sam’s come. He continued to thrust as he whispered words of encouragement to Sam. He leaned back onto his haunches and Sam followed until he was straddling his brother’s thighs and his arms were wrapped over Dean’s shoulders. Dean continued to thrust into him and Sam was so keyed up. He couldn’t keep the rhythm Dean set but then Dean’s movements became wild and harder and Dean pushed Sam back down onto the mattress as he continued to thrust with abandon.
“Samsamsamsamsam,” Dean whispered and then his name was muffled as Dean bit into his shoulder. His hips stopped moving and he came inside Sam for the first time.
Dean crushed his lips to Sam’s a moment later and they lay like that until Dean’s arms began to shake from holding him over Sam’s body. Dean pulled out of him then and lay down on his side and pulled Sam close to him. He didn’t speak, but continued to press kisses to his brother’s lips.
Sam knew he should probably try to be more aware, more awake because he’d just made love to his brother and at each step of their relationship Sam had watched for Dean to pull away, to suddenly realize he was doing these things to his little brother, but tonight he had no energy for it. Dean’s hands on him were warm and the air was hot and sated between them and when Dean pulled him closer and pressed kisses to his temple, speaking softly about love and patience and feeling so damn lucky, Sam decided to just go with it.
“Happy Birthday, Dean,” he said softly, sleep heavy in his own ears.
Dean let out an answering laugh but it was soft and lazy. “Thank you, Sammy. Good night.”
“Love you, Dean.”
He felt more than heard his brother’s heavy sigh but the words were sweet in his ears. “Love you too, Sammy.”
On to Nine O'Clock