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[lormenari]

The bar is dark and smoky, and Sam is seated in a corner, silently people-watching as he nurses a beer. He's looking for just the right person - not someone so big he could drop him off a roof if he wanted to, and not someone so old he could be his dad. No, he wants someone... like the guy seated at the bar with a silver ring on his finger that

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[followtheorders]

Dean's mind was floating pleasantly on the afterglow of a really good orgasm when Sam kissed him and he smiled. Before he followed the tug toward the bed, he paused to lose his shirt and kick off his boots. He fell onto the bed beside Sam with his jeans still loose and low around his waist. They'd come off easy enough later. He chuckled at the question and shrugged, stretching out luxuriously and heaving a content sigh. "It's kind of gory. I'll spare you the details. The short story is that a couple of people turned up dead in bizarre ways. My editor thought there might be another Manson kind of deal, but it wasn't."

[lormenari]

"What was it then?" Sam pulls off his own shirt before joining him on the bed, climbing on top of him to sit comfortably on his hips, tracing a finger over Dean's chest, circling one nipple. "Crazed serial killer?"

[followtheorders]

"Nothing that exciting," he assured Sam as he rested his hands on Sam's hips. His hands flexed slightly and he shifted to get comfortable. "Couple of unrelated, freak accidents. More 'News of the Weird' than 'Primetime'."

[lormenari]

He chuckles, leaning down and bracing one hand against the bed as he kisses him. "Bet you see lots of weird things with a job like that. Do you like it? Being a reporter, I mean."

[followtheorders]

Dean's hands smoothed up Sam's sides and his back when he leaned down. He smiled against his lips. "It has its moments. Sometimes it's all endless driving and crappy diner food, but there are moments I wouldn't trade. I feel like I do something important, so it keeps me going."

[lormenari]

"That's nice. Doing something important." He kisses him firmly, running his tongue over Dean's lips before pressing the tip inside his mouth. He grinds against him once, then kisses along his jaw, glancing at him lazily. "Do you let guys fuck you often?"

[followtheorders]

He opened to the kiss and pulled Sam down a little tighter against him. At the grind, he groaned against Sam's lips and pushed up to meet it. Dean's head tipped to the side to give him more room to get at his skin. "No, not really. I'm sometimes not very good at not being in control."

[lormenari]

"Hm, I see." He trails his fingers down Dean's cheek, nodding. "You don't look come off as the type of guy that likes giving up control. It can be really awesome, though... just to not think for a while. Let someone else do it all for you." He nudges Dean's jeans off his hips, pushing them down. He actually likes being in control, though he rarely ever gets the chance to be. "Just close your eyes."

[followtheorders]

Dean lifted his hips to help move the jeans down. It was true. He wasn't good at giving up control. Not because he didn't want to, but because he just didn't trust most people well enough to give them that kind of power over him. Something about Sam disarmed all his natural alarms, though.

He licked his lips and settled back comfortably before he closed his eyes. "Guess I'll just have to put myself in your hands and see what happens, huh?"

[lormenari]

He smiles, rising for a moment to slip his own jeans off. He grabs the lube he always carries with him, settling back on the bed, between Dean's legs. "I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm pretty sure you could kick my ass if you wanted to." After squirting some lube onto his fingers, he gently circles Dean's entrance, not pushing in just yet. "Just relax. It'll feel good, I promise."

[followtheorders]

He couldn't help but chuckle a little at that reassurance. Unless Sam was hiding some serious martial arts skills in that lithe frame of his, Dean was pretty sure he could take him if he needed to. Somehow he didn't think it would be an issue.

He laced his fingers together behind his head. "I'm relaxed. I don't have any reason to think you won't be just as good at his as you were earlier."

[lormenari]

Sam starts to press one finger in, leaning down to kiss him. "Tell me if it starts to hurt too much." He doesn't know when Dean did this last, and he doesn't want this to become unpleasant. "I like to know that I've actually earned my money." One finger is all the way in, and he pauses briefly before easing in a second finger, nipping lightly at Dean's bottom lip at the same time.

[followtheorders]

"I'll be alright." Dean could take much more discomfort than he figured Sam was willing to dish out. And it wasn't exactly painful, anyway. Maybe not the most completely comfortable feeling in the world, but it had been a while since he let someone do this. He knew it would get better. He kept himself relaxed while he leaned up to kiss Sam.

[lormenari]

"Tough guy, huh?" He grins into the kiss, two fingers all the way in. He crooks them, twisting his wrist gently as he works him open. "Bet you impress a lot of women with that."

[followtheorders]

"You have no idea," He grinned and rocked his hips lightly into Sam's hand. The sensation was far from unpleasant. Dean closed his eyes a moment and just concentrated on feeling what Sam was doing to him. It had been too long since he let himself enjoy letting someone else take the reins a while. "What's it take to impress you?"

[lormenari]

Sam keeps his fingers moving, slowly adding a third. His other hand gently strokes Dean's cock, willing it to come back to life for round two, and he considers the question. "Um... I don't know anymore, actually. No one's really impressed me for a while. Things I used to think were important just kind of... aren't."