Wrong Guys After All? 2/6
Chapter 2
Nick waited to get picked up at the same corner where Dean had dropped him off the other day. He wasn't stupid enough to let a customer know where he lived, though, no matter what Aiden might say.
The rain had stopped for once but the wind was still chilly and Nick huddled deeper into his jacket. At least he could keep the jacket on, no need to present himself in just a flimsy t-shirt today.
Nick heard the car before he saw it, a deep rumble coming for him out of the night, and the black beast stopped right next to him. Without hesitation he slid in the passenger seat and soaked in the warmth of the car.
"You should start wearing something warmer." Dean suggested from the driver's seat with a soft chuckle.
"And hide this fine package?" Nick turned his head to look Dean in the eye. And gasped in shock. Above his right eyebrow a white butterfly closure stood in stark contrast to the rest of the skin and the left half of his face was covered with quite some bruises. And that was just what Nick could make out in the poor light of the street lamp.
Dean frowned at him for a second before he seemed to remember his abused face.
"Guess I should hide this fine package for a while." He said with a sheepish grin and when Nick didn't take off running he started the car.
The question was on the tip of his tongue but Nick didn't ask. It was none of his business how and where Dean had gotten messed up. Bar fight, was Nick's first guess, though.
"Same deal as last time?" He asked instead.
Dean nodded but chewed on his bottom lip for a second before he spoke.
"About that." He started and Nick waited for his next words. Last time Dean had asked if Nick did threesomes, he wondered what it would be today.
"You seemed to like the rougher stuff." Dean threw him a side glance.
Did Dean want to hear how good he was in bed? For the right price Nick would tell him he was a living sex god.
"I like a real man in bed." Nick's hand landed on Dean's thigh. "Or two."
Dean didn't threw his hand off so Nick started to gently knead the flesh, working his way up the muscle until his pinky rested in Dean's groin.
Dean cleared his throat.
"What do you think about handcuffs?" He asked it casual but Nick felt his gaze on him waiting for his reaction.
Stilling his hand for just a second Nick's mind was racing. The mention of handcuffs, with this man, with both Sam and Dean, and his jeans suddenly felt way too tight. On a second though, Nick would be more vulnerable than he already was. Even with safety cuffs, and he somehow doubted Dean had safety cuffs in mind, he'd give up his last chance to just run off if things turned bad.
Nick swallowed thickly, caught between want and worry.
"It's just a question." Dean's hand landed on his still on Dean's leg. "We can do lots of other stuff."
Nick half-turned in his seat and placed his other hand between Dean's legs, palming him through the jeans.
"I'm driving." But he spread his legs a little wider to give Nick better access.
He leaned forward, lips brushing Dean's earlobe while he kept rubbing his growing erection through the rough fabric.
"Handcuffs, huh?" He breathed in his ear.
Dean threw his head back with a groan and pushed his by now full erection firmer into Nick's hand. Nick grinned against the soft skin behind Dean's ear, his hand never stopped moving between Dean's legs.
The motel came in view before they were in real danger of Dean crashing the car.
"You're an evil little bastard, you know that?" Dean brushed Nick's hands off and hurried to get out of the car. Nick just laughed and followed him.
Still the same motel room, still at the end of the building, still no light behind the curtains of the next two rooms.
"Sammy?" Dean tossed his keys on the table and more carefully hung his jacket over a chair. "You okay in there?" He asked in the direction of the closed bathroom door.
"Could need a little help in here." Came the answer over the sound of running water. "Can't quite reach it."
Dean rolled his eyes and mouthed princess before he mentioned for Nick to take off his jacket and have a seat.
"Be right back."
When Dean entered the bathroom Nick caught a glimpse of Sam wearing only sweatpants who tried to tape gauze over what looked like a cut in his side.
"Told you to not get it wet." Dean said and then the door closed behind him.
Nick just stood there for a second, not sure what to think. Dean's messed up face, Sam cut up. He had noticed some scars on both of them the other night but hadn't thought much about them. Now he started to wonder.
He forced himself to not stare at the bathroom door, instead he let his eyes wander. The room looked more lived in, though, with clothes hanging out of the bags at the end of the bed and empty beer bottles and take out containers in and around the waste bucket.
His eyes landed on the leather jacket over the chair. Something was weighting down one side. Nick had no intention to steal anything but he was curious about his two customers. So after a quick glance to make sure he was still alone he reached in the pocket. And found a gun.
"Holy shit." He muttered under his breath and hurried to return to his side of the table. What should he do? He was pretty sure that some of his customers had been armed but he'd never actually seen a gun.
The gun, the injuries, this motel, even their clothes and their all in all behavior, everything about Sam and Dean screamed wrong guy louder than ever. Nick should take the chance and run. Now.
But there was the other night. Sure the sex had been rough, Nick had to admit that was the way he liked it, but Sam and Dean had been gentle to him too, had made sure he was okay.
Before he could make up his mind the bathroom door opened and the moment to choose was over. He plastered a smile on his face and took in the sight of Sam. Sweatpants low on his hips and a smile on his face that made Nick's mouth water but he couldn't turn away from the gauze covering the cut and shallow scratches along his ribs. That didn't look like love scratches.
"Hey." Sam said and stepped closer with Dean on his heels.
"Hey." Nick placed his hand on the tattoo on Sam's chest and leaned into the kiss Sam greeted him with. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Dean circling them and then he was behind him and Nick felt his hands sneaking under his shirt. He tried to loosen up, tried to relax into the touch but he couldn't. His mind circled around the gun and the injuries and how bad this could become. He knew he was paranoid but he couldn't just shake off the icy feeling in his guts.
Sam kissed him, deep and sweet, with his tongue exploring Nick's mouth and his hands fisting Nick's hair while he sneaked a leg between Nick's adding just a bit of pressure to his crotch. Nick leaned against Dean's strong body behind him and just enjoyed the roaming hands on his chest which lingered a moment on his nipples before they ever so slowly traveled lower.
While Dean opened his fly Sam broke the kiss just long enough to get Nick out of the shirt. A second later he stood naked between the two more or less clothed men and Nick fought the urge to cover himself. Somehow he'd enjoyed this way more the last time around.
At least his cock was on board with the idea, under Dean's skilled hand it stood proud in a matter of seconds. Nick moaned into Sam's mouth, lost between the two men and too many hands on him. They guided him to the bed and laid him down gently, hands and mouths all over him. Sam added a bit more teeth while he worked his way down Nick's neck and over his shoulder all the way down to his wrist.
"Still okay with the handcuffs?" Dean whispered in his ear. He lay stretched out next to him, hand still working Nick's cock in slow strokes. Nick could only nod.
The metal was cold on his skin but not unpleasant.
"Too tight?" Sam's fingertips brushed over metal and skin, making him shiver.
"I'm good." Nick reassured him and he was, mostly. However, the uneasy feeling was still there in the back of his mind.
Dean kissed the inside of his other wrist and then a second set of cuffs clicked.
"Beautiful." Dean whispered in awe. Kneeling on both sides of Nick the two men just looked at him. Naked and with his arm stretched out and fastened to the headboard Nick was completely at their mercy. Of course the cuffs were real, no safety cuffs, so there was no way that Nick could get out of them on his own. And they just sat there and looked at him with lust and hunger in their eyes.
Nick swallowed dryly and tried to calm himself but the anxiety rose again. The uneasy feeling came close to panic and tears pricked in his eyes. He should have listened to Aiden.
They could do anything to him now, no matter if he wanted it or not. A hand landed on his thigh and Nick screamed in surprise. Panic took over and he struggled to get free, kicked and twisted but the metal cutting in his wrists hold him in place.
"What the fuck?" Dean's voice was close and there was a hand on his shoulder but Nick shrugged it off.
"No!" He screamed and pulled at the cuffs not caring that they bit in his wrists. "No, let me go."
"Nick, hey." Sam, on his other side. Nick was trapped between them.
"Don't, please don't. Please." Hot tears streamed down his face and he knew all pleading and begging was useless. "Please, don't."
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