Fic: Kale or Nada (Sam/Dean, NC-17) Part 5 of 5
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Dean: I’m in your bed, waiting for you, hope that’s okay
Sam felt his stomach swoop with a sudden onslaught of desire. This was the best sort of disruption. He walked faster through the long hallway, his footsteps echoing off the marble floors. The lights of the city flashed and twinkled through the floor to ceiling windows. He let himself into the apartment with his palm print on the scanner and slipped his shoes off by the door, placing them carefully in the Japanese cedar shoe rack. He was ridiculously pleased to see that Dean’s boots were already stowed there. There was something perfect and right about seeing their shoes side by side. Like he said, ridiculously pleased.
“Dean?” Sam called, thrilled that there was someone actually waiting for him for once. Sure it was sad and pathetic, but he wouldn’t tell anyone, certainly not Dean.
“In here, Sammy,” Dean called from the direction of the bedroom.
“You really are in my bed, huh?” Sam asked from the bedroom doorway. His eyes took in the tantalizing view of Dean’s naked shoulders and arms, the rest of him under the silk blend duvet.
“You never answered me, hope it’s okay that I assumed…” Dean said trailing off when Sam didn’t answer.
Sam stepped forward, slowly and deliberately placing each footstep with each beat of his heart. His steps consciously taking him towards what he wanted most. “It’s more than okay, Dean. It’s exactly what I was hoping for.” Shit, why had he said that out loud?
“Gonna join me?” Dean asked, patting the bed beside him and waggling his eyebrows.
“Give me a second, I’ll be right there,” Sam said, ducking into the bathroom and shutting the door. He leaned up against it to collect himself, his thoughts running wild, he noticed how quickly his heart was beating and did some deep breathing exercises to slow it down. He was interrupted by a quiet tap at the door.
“Sammy, you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m…almost-“ Sam said, cutting himself off to splash some cold water on his face. He stared at himself in the mirror. “Get it together, you want this, so fucking figure it out,” he muttered to himself.
“Who are you talking to in here, dude?” Dean asked, cracking the door open.
Sam caught Dean’s eye in the mirror, and saw how freaked and worried his brother was. It matched his own state of mind too, so he let Dean see it, instead of trying to cover it up.
“This was too much, too soon, wasn’t it…me coming here tonight,” Dean said, sounding sad and resigned.
Sam turned and leaned against the marble counter. “Maybe, but you’re here, and I…uh, I want you to be, if that helps.”
“Want to just have a drink or something?” Dean asked.
“Instead of just jumping into bed, yeah that sounds really good actually,” Sam said, just now noticing that Dean had gotten dressed, everything except his boots.
Would he have just left if Sam hadn’t left the bathroom door unlocked?
Sam led Dean back into the living room and poured them both a double of whisky. He handed Dean one of the two glasses, and walked over to the sliding glass door that led to the balcony. He slid it open and got himself settled on one of the comfortable chaise lounges. The balcony had glass wind-break half walls so he could see the city stretched out below, and the bridge in the distance. He vaguely noticed the sounds of Dean settling down in the chaise next to him.
“It’s really beautiful from up here,” Dean said, breaking the silence.
“Yeah, I like it, but the house is usually better for me. Some nights I just can’t make it all the way back up to Napa, so I keep this place. You’ll love it during Fleet Week, the Blue Angels fly formations just past the building. You can see the pilot’s expressions.”
”When’s that happen?” Dean asked.
“October,” Sam said, all of a sudden realizing that was more than six months away.
“I like that you’re thinking ahead, Sammy,” Dean said, hiding his grin behind his whisky tumbler.
“It’s pretty much all I do,” Sam said.
“You didn’t plan for me though I bet,” Dean said, turning onto his side to face Sam.
Sam looked over at him, stretched out on the chaise, everything his heart had ever wanted. “Yeah, and that’s okay. I’m dealing with it, with you-with the situation.”
“If it’s too much, I can just get out of your hair for a while,” Dean said, sitting up and gulping down the rest of his whisky. “I can clear out of the condo too in a few minutes.”
“No! I mean no, please don’t go. That’s not what I meant, or what I want. Not at all,” Sam couldn’t help it, the begging, the wanting, any of it. He let it show in his eyes, hoping Dean would just get it.
“What do you want, Sammy?” Dean asked, looking him straight in the eyes, challenging and also unsure.
“You, I know I want you. And my life, this one that I made without you in it? I didn’t leave a place for you, because I thought I knew for sure that we weren’t ever going to-“ Sam trailed off, not sure how to describe what he thought he’d lost forever.
“Pick things up where we left them?” Dean offered.
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“Like I said, I can just go, give you some time to think about all this. I’m sorry for pushing, I just want to be with you, however you’ll have me,” Dean said with a little shrug that almost broke Sam’s heart.
Sam sat up with alarm that Dean was going to leave after saying something like that. “Hold on, hold on. You’d really do that? Give me as much or as little as I demand?”
“I…uh, yeah, I would. Listen, Sam, I don’t have a lot in this world that’s important to me, especially now that I’m out of the hunting game. You’re pretty much it, so if there’s a chance, I’ll take what you can give, sure. I mean, even if you just want to brothers, we can make that happen right-”
“That’s not what I want,” Sam said, cutting him off before he said anything even more stupid. “There just can’t be anyone else, not this time.”
“No, there’s no point, what would I need with someone else if I’ve got you? And…uh, the same goes for you too, right?” Dean asked.
“Of course, no one but you. And you’re really done with hunting?”
“Yeah, done, I promise, the hunt got enough of my life, I want to spend the rest of it on my terms,” Dean said.
“Your terms?” Sam asked, wondering what in the world Dean’s terms for how his life was going to go would be.
“How I want it to go, instead of random shit coming at me day after day, hunt after hunt. I want to have a plan, one that’s got you centered in it by the way,” Dean said.
Sam was so moved by how Dean had said that all so plainly, or maybe it was the whisky, or even the soft night air. He rose out of his chaise and folded himself down over Dean. Dean’s arms wrapped around him, holding him close, he laid his head down on his brother’s chest and listened to Dean’s heart beating, steady and strong, after all these years. It’d gone on without him, thank god. He tangled his fingers in the silk cord of Dean’s amulet.
“Can’t believe you still wear this thing,” Sam said.
“Never take it off, not on purpose anyway, came off for the hospital a couple of times, but that wasn’t up to me,” Dean said. “Helped me remember you were out there, that you were what I was fighting for.”
Sam leaned up and captured Dean’s lips in a searing kiss, he couldn’t believe how much he’d needed to hear that, he hadn’t been forgotten or discarded just because he’d left. That had been his biggest fear over these long Dean-less years. And now his arms were full of Dean, writhing under him in pleasure as their bodies moved together.
“Want to fuck you, Dean,” Sam said in a hot whisper smeared into Dean’s neck.
Dean groaned and spread his legs a little wider, the invitation obvious. He panted into Sam’s hair. “All ready for you, Sammy.”
Sam gulped, holding down the rush of desire that swamped his every nerve ending. He pulled Dean’s jeans off, unbuttoning them with rough tugs, his own jeans were almost off with Dean’s help. His fingers were inside Dean then, finding him hot and wet and open, he was already ready. Dean had opened himself up at some point, it was beyond hot thinking of him doing that, anticipating this.
Sam stood up and undressed, slow and deliberate, one piece of clothing at a time. Dean watching him, mouth open and wet, tongue licking his lips.
“C’mere,” Dean said, leaning over the side of his chaise and pulling Sam towards him. His hands landed on Sam’s ass and his mouth enveloped Sam, instant heat and wet pressure, bringing him to instant beyond-full hardness. Dean bobbed his head, and Sam laid a hand on his cheek, to feel him working, to feel himself moving inside his brother. It was intoxicating having those lips, that mouth concentrating on his pleasure. Dean’s eyes told the rest of the story, he wanted all of this just as much. Sam felt himself ramping up to climax, and pushed Dean back into the chaise.
He kneed up between Dean’s spread legs, and pulled him forward, impaling him in one long, endless push. He slowly brought him up into his lap, their arms wrapped around each other and they didn’t move, not for a long, nearly endless moment.
Sam closed his eyes to memorize the feeling, the earthy scent of their mingled desire, the need that spun up deep in his belly, that driving imperative to move, to pound into him, make Dean his again.
“Sammy, please,” Dean said, begging him so pretty, how could he refuse.
Sam moved his hips, exaggerating the slowness, the control of his movements, making this last for as long as possible. Dean scrabbled at his back, fingernails scraping as Sam’s thrusts took him apart from the inside out. Dean was vocalizing, letting himself make all the noise they’d always had to hide. It was glorious and Sam wanted the world to know, Dean was his, he’d tattoo mine mine mine all over his ass if Dean would let him. But he wouldn’t want to spoil all that beautiful creamy skin.
He grabbed at the globes of Dean’s ass, pulling them apart so he could dive in that little bit further, finally reaching the spot that took Dean apart, coming between them, wet and hot. The feeling of Dean going tighter than tight, undulating rippling muscles working him to the edge and pulling him over.
“Hope your neighbors enjoyed the show,” Dean muttered into the side of Sam’s neck where he lay panting for breath.
Sam’s eyes popped open, startled at Dean’s mention of neighbors, he caught himself staring around and felt silly, there couldn’t be anyone able to see them. That was one of the things he’d liked about this unit, the privacy.
“I was kidding,” Dean said with a low chuckle. “They’d have to have pretty damn good binoculars.”
The FA/18 streaked by, more than six hundred twenty miles an hour, and Dean’s whoops of joy and surprise were louder than the near sonic boom that followed in the jet’s wake. “Holy shit!”
The small group that had joined them on their balcony had similar reactions and it made Sam smile that their friends got to experience this. It made him smile even more-that phrase ‘their friends’. He’d never planned for it, the whole having friends thing, much less ‘couple friends’, but Dean had made it happen. Just like so much else that had changed, he hadn’t known he’d needed or wanted it, but now that he had it, he wasn’t ever letting it go.
“This okay, Sammy?” Dean asked, leaning back against Sam’s chest, craning his neck around so he could see him.
Sam leaned down and brushed his lips against Dean’s. “Yeah, it’s perfect, Dean."
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Dean: I’m in your bed, waiting for you, hope that’s okay
Sam felt his stomach swoop with a sudden onslaught of desire. This was the best sort of disruption. He walked faster through the long hallway, his footsteps echoing off the marble floors. The lights of the city flashed and twinkled through the floor to ceiling windows. He let himself into the apartment with his palm print on the scanner and slipped his shoes off by the door, placing them carefully in the Japanese cedar shoe rack. He was ridiculously pleased to see that Dean’s boots were already stowed there. There was something perfect and right about seeing their shoes side by side. Like he said, ridiculously pleased.
“Dean?” Sam called, thrilled that there was someone actually waiting for him for once. Sure it was sad and pathetic, but he wouldn’t tell anyone, certainly not Dean.
“In here, Sammy,” Dean called from the direction of the bedroom.
“You really are in my bed, huh?” Sam asked from the bedroom doorway. His eyes took in the tantalizing view of Dean’s naked shoulders and arms, the rest of him under the silk blend duvet.
“You never answered me, hope it’s okay that I assumed…” Dean said trailing off when Sam didn’t answer.
Sam stepped forward, slowly and deliberately placing each footstep with each beat of his heart. His steps consciously taking him towards what he wanted most. “It’s more than okay, Dean. It’s exactly what I was hoping for.” Shit, why had he said that out loud?
“Gonna join me?” Dean asked, patting the bed beside him and waggling his eyebrows.
“Give me a second, I’ll be right there,” Sam said, ducking into the bathroom and shutting the door. He leaned up against it to collect himself, his thoughts running wild, he noticed how quickly his heart was beating and did some deep breathing exercises to slow it down. He was interrupted by a quiet tap at the door.
“Sammy, you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m…almost-“ Sam said, cutting himself off to splash some cold water on his face. He stared at himself in the mirror. “Get it together, you want this, so fucking figure it out,” he muttered to himself.
“Who are you talking to in here, dude?” Dean asked, cracking the door open.
Sam caught Dean’s eye in the mirror, and saw how freaked and worried his brother was. It matched his own state of mind too, so he let Dean see it, instead of trying to cover it up.
“This was too much, too soon, wasn’t it…me coming here tonight,” Dean said, sounding sad and resigned.
Sam turned and leaned against the marble counter. “Maybe, but you’re here, and I…uh, I want you to be, if that helps.”
“Want to just have a drink or something?” Dean asked.
“Instead of just jumping into bed, yeah that sounds really good actually,” Sam said, just now noticing that Dean had gotten dressed, everything except his boots.
Would he have just left if Sam hadn’t left the bathroom door unlocked?
Sam led Dean back into the living room and poured them both a double of whisky. He handed Dean one of the two glasses, and walked over to the sliding glass door that led to the balcony. He slid it open and got himself settled on one of the comfortable chaise lounges. The balcony had glass wind-break half walls so he could see the city stretched out below, and the bridge in the distance. He vaguely noticed the sounds of Dean settling down in the chaise next to him.
“It’s really beautiful from up here,” Dean said, breaking the silence.
“Yeah, I like it, but the house is usually better for me. Some nights I just can’t make it all the way back up to Napa, so I keep this place. You’ll love it during Fleet Week, the Blue Angels fly formations just past the building. You can see the pilot’s expressions.”
”When’s that happen?” Dean asked.
“October,” Sam said, all of a sudden realizing that was more than six months away.
“I like that you’re thinking ahead, Sammy,” Dean said, hiding his grin behind his whisky tumbler.
“It’s pretty much all I do,” Sam said.
“You didn’t plan for me though I bet,” Dean said, turning onto his side to face Sam.
Sam looked over at him, stretched out on the chaise, everything his heart had ever wanted. “Yeah, and that’s okay. I’m dealing with it, with you-with the situation.”
“If it’s too much, I can just get out of your hair for a while,” Dean said, sitting up and gulping down the rest of his whisky. “I can clear out of the condo too in a few minutes.”
“No! I mean no, please don’t go. That’s not what I meant, or what I want. Not at all,” Sam couldn’t help it, the begging, the wanting, any of it. He let it show in his eyes, hoping Dean would just get it.
“What do you want, Sammy?” Dean asked, looking him straight in the eyes, challenging and also unsure.
“You, I know I want you. And my life, this one that I made without you in it? I didn’t leave a place for you, because I thought I knew for sure that we weren’t ever going to-“ Sam trailed off, not sure how to describe what he thought he’d lost forever.
“Pick things up where we left them?” Dean offered.
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“Like I said, I can just go, give you some time to think about all this. I’m sorry for pushing, I just want to be with you, however you’ll have me,” Dean said with a little shrug that almost broke Sam’s heart.
Sam sat up with alarm that Dean was going to leave after saying something like that. “Hold on, hold on. You’d really do that? Give me as much or as little as I demand?”
“I…uh, yeah, I would. Listen, Sam, I don’t have a lot in this world that’s important to me, especially now that I’m out of the hunting game. You’re pretty much it, so if there’s a chance, I’ll take what you can give, sure. I mean, even if you just want to brothers, we can make that happen right-”
“That’s not what I want,” Sam said, cutting him off before he said anything even more stupid. “There just can’t be anyone else, not this time.”
“No, there’s no point, what would I need with someone else if I’ve got you? And…uh, the same goes for you too, right?” Dean asked.
“Of course, no one but you. And you’re really done with hunting?”
“Yeah, done, I promise, the hunt got enough of my life, I want to spend the rest of it on my terms,” Dean said.
“Your terms?” Sam asked, wondering what in the world Dean’s terms for how his life was going to go would be.
“How I want it to go, instead of random shit coming at me day after day, hunt after hunt. I want to have a plan, one that’s got you centered in it by the way,” Dean said.
Sam was so moved by how Dean had said that all so plainly, or maybe it was the whisky, or even the soft night air. He rose out of his chaise and folded himself down over Dean. Dean’s arms wrapped around him, holding him close, he laid his head down on his brother’s chest and listened to Dean’s heart beating, steady and strong, after all these years. It’d gone on without him, thank god. He tangled his fingers in the silk cord of Dean’s amulet.
“Can’t believe you still wear this thing,” Sam said.
“Never take it off, not on purpose anyway, came off for the hospital a couple of times, but that wasn’t up to me,” Dean said. “Helped me remember you were out there, that you were what I was fighting for.”
Sam leaned up and captured Dean’s lips in a searing kiss, he couldn’t believe how much he’d needed to hear that, he hadn’t been forgotten or discarded just because he’d left. That had been his biggest fear over these long Dean-less years. And now his arms were full of Dean, writhing under him in pleasure as their bodies moved together.
“Want to fuck you, Dean,” Sam said in a hot whisper smeared into Dean’s neck.
Dean groaned and spread his legs a little wider, the invitation obvious. He panted into Sam’s hair. “All ready for you, Sammy.”
Sam gulped, holding down the rush of desire that swamped his every nerve ending. He pulled Dean’s jeans off, unbuttoning them with rough tugs, his own jeans were almost off with Dean’s help. His fingers were inside Dean then, finding him hot and wet and open, he was already ready. Dean had opened himself up at some point, it was beyond hot thinking of him doing that, anticipating this.
Sam stood up and undressed, slow and deliberate, one piece of clothing at a time. Dean watching him, mouth open and wet, tongue licking his lips.
“C’mere,” Dean said, leaning over the side of his chaise and pulling Sam towards him. His hands landed on Sam’s ass and his mouth enveloped Sam, instant heat and wet pressure, bringing him to instant beyond-full hardness. Dean bobbed his head, and Sam laid a hand on his cheek, to feel him working, to feel himself moving inside his brother. It was intoxicating having those lips, that mouth concentrating on his pleasure. Dean’s eyes told the rest of the story, he wanted all of this just as much. Sam felt himself ramping up to climax, and pushed Dean back into the chaise.
He kneed up between Dean’s spread legs, and pulled him forward, impaling him in one long, endless push. He slowly brought him up into his lap, their arms wrapped around each other and they didn’t move, not for a long, nearly endless moment.
Sam closed his eyes to memorize the feeling, the earthy scent of their mingled desire, the need that spun up deep in his belly, that driving imperative to move, to pound into him, make Dean his again.
“Sammy, please,” Dean said, begging him so pretty, how could he refuse.
Sam moved his hips, exaggerating the slowness, the control of his movements, making this last for as long as possible. Dean scrabbled at his back, fingernails scraping as Sam’s thrusts took him apart from the inside out. Dean was vocalizing, letting himself make all the noise they’d always had to hide. It was glorious and Sam wanted the world to know, Dean was his, he’d tattoo mine mine mine all over his ass if Dean would let him. But he wouldn’t want to spoil all that beautiful creamy skin.
He grabbed at the globes of Dean’s ass, pulling them apart so he could dive in that little bit further, finally reaching the spot that took Dean apart, coming between them, wet and hot. The feeling of Dean going tighter than tight, undulating rippling muscles working him to the edge and pulling him over.
“Hope your neighbors enjoyed the show,” Dean muttered into the side of Sam’s neck where he lay panting for breath.
Sam’s eyes popped open, startled at Dean’s mention of neighbors, he caught himself staring around and felt silly, there couldn’t be anyone able to see them. That was one of the things he’d liked about this unit, the privacy.
“I was kidding,” Dean said with a low chuckle. “They’d have to have pretty damn good binoculars.”
The FA/18 streaked by, more than six hundred twenty miles an hour, and Dean’s whoops of joy and surprise were louder than the near sonic boom that followed in the jet’s wake. “Holy shit!”
The small group that had joined them on their balcony had similar reactions and it made Sam smile that their friends got to experience this. It made him smile even more-that phrase ‘their friends’. He’d never planned for it, the whole having friends thing, much less ‘couple friends’, but Dean had made it happen. Just like so much else that had changed, he hadn’t known he’d needed or wanted it, but now that he had it, he wasn’t ever letting it go.
“This okay, Sammy?” Dean asked, leaning back against Sam’s chest, craning his neck around so he could see him.
Sam leaned down and brushed his lips against Dean’s. “Yeah, it’s perfect, Dean."
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