Wrapped in Honey 7/?
Chapter 7
Sam hadn't expected Dean to be so upfront. But he liked it.
So a second later his pants and underwear hung around his knees and he was leaning over the counter, ass up in the air, while Dean just stood there.
However, the second Sam bent over, he felt Dean's pleasure spark so he was pretty sure this wasn't just big talk.
"You getting the oil or do you want to just admire the view?" Sam looked over his shoulder.
"I...I..." Dean swallowed thickly. "I didn't mean to … I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't." Sam assured him. "I don't need much prep and I can feel how much this is turning you on. Just do it."
To his surprise Dean actually got the oil and then Sam felt the slick tip of his cock at his entrance.
Sam braced himself when he felt Dean pushing in and a second later Dean was fully seated inside him.
With no preparation at all Sam had to grit his teeth at the stretch and the burn but it felt good. And more important, he could feel how much Dean liked it.
"Holy shit." Dean whispered, hands loosely on Sam's hips. "Okay?"
"Move." Sam nodded and shoved his ass back to take Dean just a little deeper. "Take me, I know you want it."
Dean didn't respond but his grip tightened and he pulled out almost all the way before he thrust back in. Hesitant, probing.
"C'mon, fuck me for real."
And Dean did. Sam felt bruises forming where Dean's fingers dug in his flesh and the edge of the counter bit into his hip with every brutal thrust. When Sam tried to shift to find a better position, Dean's hand landed between his shoulder blades, holding him down. Sam clawed helplessly at the counter but didn't throw Dean off. This was good, Dean going wild, the burn with every forceful snap of Dean's hips against his. Pinned down and forced to just take it, Sam loved it.
Above him Dean grunted like an animal, a guttural sound that found its way straight to Sam's cock.
There was anger behind Dean's sudden outburst, frustration and fear, and Sam hadn't felt more turned on in a very long time.
"Touch yourself." Dean demanded without losing his rhythm. Sam struggled in Dean's hold to get a hand down to his cock but then it took only a few rough strokes and he cried out his orgasm.
Behind him Dean spasmed and Sam felt him pulsing and spurting deep inside him.
For a second they stayed like that, their heavy panting the only sound, before Dean released Sam and carefully slipped out.
"I'm sorry." Dean stepped back, a horrified look on his face.
"What for?" Sam straightened and pulled his pants back up.
"I didn't mean to …" Dean didn't meet his eyes. "Please don't bring me back to the market."
Sam closed the gap between them in one step, taking Dean's face in both hands.
"Why would I bring you back when I get exactly what I want?"
"What?" Dean blinked at him in confusion.
"I don't mind if you like to play rough from time to time." He traced the outline of Dean's jaw with his fingertips. "In case you didn't notice, I came with barely a touch."
"But I forced you." Dean blurted out.
"First of all, I am the one forcing you." Sam sighed. He didn't like it and most of the time he tried to forget about that little detail but it was the truth. "And second, if I wanted to I could have overpowered you at any time."
"You think?" Dean raised an eyebrow but his cockiness wasn't completely back. There was still wariness and maybe even fear in his eyes.
"Yeah, I think." Sam stepped closer, bringing their bodies and lips together. Then in one swift move he grabbed Dean's ass and lifted him up.
Dean yelped in surprise but then slung his arms and legs around Sam, ankles crossed just above his butt.
"How about we continue this upstairs?" Sam kissed him and when Dean nodded he carried him to the bedroom without breaking the kiss.
When Sam woke up in the morning Dean was still with him in the bed. In fact, Dean had thrown an arm and a leg over him, holding him close, while he snored softly into Sam's ear.
Sam just smiled and didn't move for quite a while.
But it was the middle of the week and he had to get up eventually and go to work. Dean was still too knocked out to do much more than to roll over when Sam slipped out of the bed and Sam was grateful for that. He wasn't sure how the man would react when he found out that they actually had spent the whole night together, naked and curled up like cats in a basket.
Well fed Sam was in for a few lazy days, he even fell asleep in front of the TV that evening, but he still noticed that Dean was getting bored.
The way Dean jumped at the opportunity to change a light bulb was telling but Sam had no idea how to help him. Dean brushed him off every time Sam tried to ask him about his interests and hobbies. When he asked if he should get him something, anything, Dean just shrugged.
Without the option to go out, to use a phone or computer his ways to entertain himself were limited, Sam knew that but he couldn't risk letting Dean interact with anybody without supervision. Even the short phone calls with this Bobby guy were a risk and Sam was actually glad that Dean hadn't asked for another one. There wasn't much Dean could tell that man anyway and Bobby had kept asking questions Dean couldn't - wasn't allowed to - answer.
When Sam came home early one day he found out that Dean had found a way to keep himself occupied. At least for a while.
"What is this?" Sam asked, barely avoiding stepping on that … thing.
"Nothing." Dean hurried to pick it up and then held it awkwardly at his side, almost so far back that it counted as holding it behind his back. "Didn't expect you back so soon."
Sam would have liked to let Dean keep his little secret, whatever it was, but he had to make sure that Dean hadn't come up with something that would help him escape. Sam doubted it but the way Dean tried to hide that thing and the red tips of his ears spoke for themselves.
"Dean." Sam stretched his hand out. "May I have a look? Please?"
Reluctantly Dean handed it over. "Just a stupid idea."
It was pretty neat for just a stupid idea. It was some kind of vehicle, roughly the size of Sam's hand. As far as Sam could tell the body was made out of a small box, something out of the kitchen was his best guess, with little details added probably made of cardboard. It was hard to tell because the whole thing was covered with something that looked like paper mache.
"How did you make paper mache?" Sam knocked his knuckle at the roof and it was as hard as he'd expected it to be.
"Ehm …" Dean shifted uncomfortable and avoided his eyes. "Egg white and toilet paper?
Impressed Sam turned the car around. There were rubber bands connected to the back axis and Sam guessed that was what got it running on its little bottle cap wheels.
"How long have you been working on it?" Sam asked because this was clearly not a day's work. The paper mache alone needed time to dry.
"On this one? A few days." Dean said with forced casualty but then bit his lip when he noticed his slip.
"Thought it didn't look like a prototype." Sam handed it back and Dean took it with shame in his eyes. He wondered what Dean was so ashamed of. The fact that he'd been caught doing something he thought he wasn't allowed to? Or that he was a grown man playing with a toy car? A self-made toy car.
"How far can it go?" Sam asked instead.
Now Dean's face lit up. He turned the back wheels, set the vehicle on the ground and then it went off.
The car made it half-way through the room and Sam couldn't help but smile at Dean's proud grin.
"How about I'll get you some paint tomorrow?" Sam suggested. "It looks only half-done without paint."
"You mean I can keep it?" Dean asked.
"Of course, make as many as you like. I'm happy you found something you enjoy."
"Thanks." Dean smiled at him and that smile just brightened Sam's world.
Dean set the car aside but didn't hide it in his room. Where he probably hid the previous ones, Sam guessed but didn't know because he kept true to his word and never entered Dean's room without permission.
Later when they sat together over dinner, Sam just had to ask.
"How did you come up with the idea?"
"Well … when I spoke with Bobby I remembered something. I can't do the real thing here but … yeah." Dean shifted in his seat, clearly pondering if he should tell Sam or not. "When I was a kid I spent the summer at Bobby's. He let me help in the salvage yard and taught me everything I know about cars. He even let me tinker with old radios and stuff." Dean paused for a moment, eyes glossed over in fond memory.
That's when the handyman thing started, Sam mused.
"Anyway." Dean pulled himself back to the present. "One day I found this remote-controlled car. It was totaled. Took me a while to bring the motor back to life. The plastic body was beyond repair but I built a new one out of scrap metal. Man, that thing was badass." He had a dreamy smile on his lips now. But then his face darkened and he turned his gaze back to his plate, hiding his eyes from Sam.
"What happened?" Sam had to asked and he had to fight the impulse to just hug the other man.
"At the end of the summer Dad came to pick me up." He shoved some peas around his plate. "When he saw it, he got mad. Yelled at me for wasting my time with it instead of helping out Bobby to repay him for putting up with me." The last words came out bitter and with a hard look in those suddenly too shiny eyes. Sam had the suspicion that yelling wasn't the only thing Dean's dad had done. Not that the words weren't hurtful enough on their own.
Now Sam gave in and embraced the other man in an one-armed hug. Dean didn't fight him but didn't lean into him either.
"Thank you for telling me." Sam said solemnly.
Now Dean melted into his side and Sam felt him trembling.
"I know our situation isn't even close to normal or healthy." Sam admitted. "But I want you to be as happy as possible. Build cars if that's what makes you happy. Which is awesome by the way."
"You really don't mind?"
"Why would I?"
"Thank you." Dean whispered and placed a chaste little kiss on the corner of Sam's mouth.
Chapter 8
Masterpost