Title: Life-experience
Rating: Explicit (R)
Pairing/Characters: Sam/Kevin, Don Stark, minor
Dean/Cas
Genre: fluff, smut, canon divergence (after
season 7)
Warnings: sexuality issues, het pornography
watching including double-penetration
Word Count: 5.8k
Summary: The one in which Crowley doesnt
kidnap Kevin after Sam saves him from Roman Enterprises, and as a
result Kevin goes home with a serious case of hero-worship. So
when Sam finds a way to get Dean out of Purgatory, Kevin is more
than willing to help, any way he can.
Author's Notes: This can be read as either a
standalone fic, or a timestamp to my DCBB '
The Story of You and Me'. I never really intended the Sevin in
that story to be a definite thing - it was mostly Dean's
interpretation of what he was seeing, so it could go either way -
but for those of you who liked the Sevin idea, here's more :)
Dedication: for balder12 - Happy Birthday!!! I
already wrote true!form fic for you, but I still wanted to do
something for your birthday, and I remembered you mentioned
something about wanting a Sevin timestamp when you were beta-ing
my DCBB... so here it is! Hope the fluff doesn't kill you lol :D
Disclaimer: Supernatural ain't mine.
~
Kevin doesnt know how long hes been sitting in front
of his computer, unmoving, simply staring at the cursor blinking
at him from under the large, bold title College
Admission Essay. The rest of the page is blank. Just as blank
as it was the last time he opened the document, months ago.
Except this time, the problem isnt that he has
nothing to say, but that everything he could possibly say is so
unbelievable, Kevin still has trouble wrapping his head
around the fact that it all actually happened. It
was only a few days, but those few days were so far removed from
what his life had been like up until then, that he could almost
pass it off as a bad dream. Even his mom acts like it never
happened though Kevin suspects that may just be some kind
of default state shes clinging to in order to fend off
losing her sanity altogether.
Kevin huffs in frustration, massaging his temples as the cursor
continues blinking away on, off, on, off
Maybe he
could pass it all off as a work of fiction I was a
teenage Prophet of the Lord or something like that.
And it would basically go like this Had a
seizure, skipped the SATs, stole my moms car, drove to an
Asylum in Indiana, to find a tablet inscribed with the Word of
God. Was chased by a bunch of angels (and one demon), then
kidnapped by leviathan (led by Dick Roman), then rescued by a
hunter named Sam Winchester
After Sam Winchester saved me, he helped me stop Dick
Romans evil plan to drug the North American food supply.
Basically, Sam Winchester saved the world. Not for the first time
either. And Sam Winchester will keep saving the world, even
though he lost his brother Dean in that battle, because
thats what hunters do. Thats what heroes do
Kevin blinks stupidly at the empty screen, snapping out of his
reverie. He feels his face heating up when he realizes where his
thoughts have gone. Again. Its more than pathetic,
but Kevin could easily write an entire essay on the topic of Sam
Winchester alone.
Kevin sighs, pushing away from his desk and turning towards his
cello. He finds himself playing it a lot more often these days.
And not according to his perfectly planned study schedule either.
In fact, he doesnt know why he even bothers setting the
schedule anymore. It just doesnt seem important. Not now
that he knows whats really out there. He knows the
leviathan no longer pose a threat, so the protection of angels
should be enough
but he still feels like he should be
arming himself with holy water super-soakers or something. Or
helping Sam find his brother, at the very least. But hes
already translated the entire leviathan tablet, and Sam insisted
Kevin return to his normal life. Which was kind
of
sweet of him.
Kevin squirms in his seat, launching into one of Bachs more
challenging pieces. It does the trick, turning off his thoughts
entirely, the repetition of movement and the resulting resonation
of sound through his body, both familiar and calming.
So he doesnt immediately hear his phone when it rings. But
when its treble-trill finally reaches his ears over the deep bass
notes of his cello, he nearly drops his bow when he sees the name
on the screen.
S-Sam?
Hey, Kevin.
H-hey, Kevin stammers, stomach jumping a little at
the sound of Sams voice.
You busy?
No! Kevin replies hastily. Just trying to write
my College Admission Essay
and failing spectacularly,
he mutters. Sam laughs at that, a warm, throaty sound that never
fails to bring a smile to Kevins face.
Oh man, I remember what that was like nothing to
say, or too much to say, but nothing that wont get you
locked up in an asylum right?
Kevin cant help but laugh at that. Yeah,
exactly. Then something else clicks. Wait, you went
to college? he asks. He never imagined Sam as wanting to be
anything else than the hunter who regularly saves the world from
the brink of disaster.
Um
yeah, I went for a couple of years, but it
didnt work out, Sam replies. Kevin thinks Sam sounds
uncomfortable about it, but his curiosity gets the better of him.
Where did you go?
Stanford? Sam answers reluctantly, like
hes embarrassed about it or something.
What! Kevin explodes, nearly dropping the phone in
surprise. Stanford! What happened? Why did you
leave?
I
uh
the family business. You know, Sam
mumbles.
Oh, Kevin replies, still a little stunned.
Yeah, of course. Im sorry.
Nah, its cool, Sam says, and Kevin can
practically hear Sam shifting uncomfortably in the silence that
follows.
But, Stanford. Wow. Saves the world on a regular basis, and
smart enough to get into Stanford. Is there anything Sam
Winchester cant do?
So
um
What did you end up writing about? On the
essay? Kevin asks.
My brother, Sam replies.
Oh, Kevin says softly. Sam is silent after that, and
Kevin knows from experience that Sam just needs a moment to
recollect himself. Theyve talked a lot over the past few
months, so Kevin knows what Sams brother means to him, and
how worried Sam is about him.
At first, Sam used to call Kevin just to check in and make sure
he was okay and alive and all. Not that Sam really had to
check in on him, while Kevin was supposedly under the watch of
angels. But Kevin thought it was nice of him, and he didnt
mind. The guy saved his life after all. And after Channing broke
up with him, it was good to have someone else to talk to. Not
that Kevin could really talk to her about anything that happened
to him in the first place, because that just made her think he
was crazy. Hence the breakup.
Eventually, the more Sam called, Kevin started to suspect that
Sam was just... lonely without his brother. But by then,
Kevin found he really enjoyed talking with Sam. And it
wasnt always about monsters and demons either. Over the
past few months, Kevin felt like they might have actually become
friends.
Listen, Kevin, about that this isnt actually a
social call, Sam says eventually.
Okay? Kevin says, both curiosity and dread piqued.
I think I found a way to get him back, Sam says,
voice picking up with excitement. Both of them.
Thats great!
But? Kevin asks, sensing the
catch.
I need your help.
~
Kevin swings himself out onto the ledge of his window, adjusting
his backpack as he sweeps his eyes over his room one last time.
Nothing seems amiss the lights are off, his
computers asleep, and theres a decent body-shaped
pile of clothes in his bed. If his mom comes in, itll just
look like hes sleeping. Hell have to call her
eventually if hes gone too long, but he knows if he tries
to explain where hes going face-to-face, shell
handcuff him to the sink or something.
His resolve falters when he turns around again though, taking in
the drop from his second-story window and reeling back with
panic. What was he thinking? Maybe he wasnt. Because he
cant do this. He doesnt do things like this.
Well, technically, he has done this, at least once
already. This is very different than simply walking out the front
door and getting in his moms car, however.
But
Sam Winchester saved his life. Kevin owes him.
Taking a deep breath, he reaches for the drainpipe next to his
window, and tries not to look down. It goes surprisingly well,
except for the part where he lands on his ass in the hedge below.
But no one seems to hear the fall, or the yelp he makes when it
happens, so he brushes himself off, and jogs down the street.
Sam is waiting for him the next block over, exactly where they
arranged. The Impalas engine is too loud and recognizable
for them to meet any closer to Kevins house. His Mom may be
in a state of denial, but it hasnt made her any less
vigilant.
Did you get away alright? Sam frowns with concern,
pulling a leaf out of Kevins hair.
Yeah, all good, Kevin flushes, self-consciously
checking the long strands for any other debris from his fall.
Sam gives him a small smile then, patting him awkwardly on the
shoulder. Thanks for doing this, Kevin. I really appreciate
it, he says.
Yeah, no problem, Kevin tries to smile back, but he
thinks it probably comes out as a grimace.
As they set out towards Indiana, Sam explains a little more about
the spell they need to perform. They worked out a while ago that
Dean and Castiel were sucked into Purgatory when they stabbed
Dick Roman. Since then, the problem has been trying to find a way
to get them back out. Apparently though, Sam had once run into a
pretty powerful witch who helped them with the leviathan before.
Sam tells him the whole War of the Starks story
its a long drive into Indiana, so they have the
time. Its pretty gory, as most of Sams hunting
stories are, but its a little funny in some places too. By
the end of it though, Kevins not sure if hes looking
forward to meeting a being powerful enough to bind a leviathan
all on his own. Sam seems reluctant too, but hes running
out of options.
At least Sam is kind enough not to rehash the particulars of the
potion they need to make for the spell. It was embarrassing
enough on the phone, and Kevin can barely look Sam in the eye as
it is. Instead, Sam does him the favour of asking about his
Admission Essay again, and for a while they brainstorm possible
ideas for Kevin to write about.
Out of curiosity, Kevin asks a little more about what Sam wrote.
Which eventually leads to more questions about Sam going to
Stanford in general. And then, of course, the whole painful story
of why Sam left. Its harrowing enough just to listen to it
Kevin cant even begin to imagine what it
mustve been like to live through it. But even though
the story leaves him feeling a little sick in the pit of his
stomach, he also feels a little privileged that Sam chose to
share it with him at all. He doesnt know how someone who
has lost as much as Sam still keeps going still hunts evil
and saves peoples lives let alone laugh, or smile, or help
some dumb kid with his Admission Essay. Kevins
normal life suddenly feels even smaller. And his
chest hurts at the thought of how alone Sam mustve been.
They lapse into silence afterwards, heavy with the weight of
their own thoughts and contemplating the task before them, as the
median-lines on the road seem to blink on and off under the
Impalas headlights, like the waiting cursor on Kevins
computer back home.
Were gonna get Dean back, he tells Sam at some
point.
Yeah, Sam grunts quietly in reply.
~
Take off your clothes, please.
What? Kevin yelps.
I need to anoint you as the designated virgin to be able to
use your
ingredients.
What! Kevin shrieks again, backing away.
Look, Kevin, why dont you go undress in the bathroom
and Don will get you a towel or a robe or something? Sam
jumps in, de-escalating the situation.
A robe. Right, Don huffs a miniscule, put-upon sigh.
Bathrooms up the stairs on the left, he says,
leaving the room.
Kevin turns his still-wide eyes on Sam. Seriously?
Sams expression turns sympathetic. You dont
have to do this, you know. Its alright, he says.
No! Ill do it, Kevin blurts quickly. Hes
not going to let Sam down. I was just surprised,
thats all. I mean, we barely even walked through the door
and some guy is telling me to take of my clothes, he
explains.
Sam smiles at that, chuckling. Yeah okay, sorry about
that.
Its cool, Kevin shrugs. I guess Ill
just
he points towards the hallway.
Sure, Sam nods. And thanks again, Kevin.
Really.
Kevin gives him a weak smile in return before heading up the
stairs. Hes lost count of how many times hes already
told Sam its not necessary to keep thanking him, especially
when he hasnt really done anything yet. He knows Sam is
genuinely grateful, but its kind of putting a lot of
pressure on him too.
He takes a deep breath, trying to collect himself as he looks for
the bathroom. He doesnt get very far before he runs into
Don Stark again, and the man is handing him a soft white robe.
Bathrooms right in here, Don tells him,
flipping on the light. Just yell out when youre done
and Ill come in and do the anointing.
In the bathroom? Kevin asks dubiously.
Yes? Whats wrong with the bathroom? Don
replies, like Kevins the one whos just said
something strange. Kevin looks into what he expects to be the
kind of standard-sized bathroom you would find in any house, but
finds the kind of bathroom you would see in an interior design
catalogue. Its huge, and bright, and very, very clean, and
Kevin gapes a little at the sight.
Nothing. Nothings wrong the bathroom, he
finally replies, stepping inside.
Don grunts in amusement, heading back for the living room as
Kevin shuts the door. He still cant help but gape a little
at the sheer size and shininess of the room, but he supposes it
makes sense. Even in the middle of night, Kevin could see how big
the house was when they pulled up.
Still, its not what Kevin expected. He thought they would
at least be going into a dark basement or something, regardless
of whatever size it may be. Isnt that where witches usually
like to go to conduct their secret
witchery?
Whatever.
Kevin folds his clothes, leaving them on the massive counter-top,
and puts on the robe. Its even softer than it looks, and
even more comfortable still, so Kevin figures it must be either
really expensive as well, or laced with some kind of full-body
relaxation spell. Maybe something to lull him into a sense of
security. Because he kind of just wants to fall asleep in it. Not
that he wasnt sleepy to begin with. Its pretty late
at night after all. Late enough to almost be early--
Clearly, nothing is relaxing enough to shut off the neurotic
ramblings of his brain. Hes still pretty nervous. Even
though Sam promised him there wouldnt be anything painful
or permanently damaging involved. Just a little
adult-rated
stuff. Still, Kevin can barely think about it without blushing,
all over.
His anxiety flares again when Don steps back into the room,
carrying candles and creepy old-looking bowls and an assortment
of other witchy paraphernalia. Sam is right behind him, helping
Don carry some of the required ingredients, and he must see the
panic in Kevins eyes, because he tries to send Kevin a
reassuring smile. Kevin cant deny that it works a little
bit.
The spellwork itself is just like Kevin expected, even if the
setting isnt a lot of chanting, incense, and weird
gooey fluids being mixed together in the near darkness. But
its when Don tells him to open his robe a little so the
weird gooey fluids can go on his chest that Kevins mind
blanks again, eyes subconsciously turning to Sam.
Hes suddenly overwhelmed with shyness at the thought of
baring his chest in front of Sam. He already feels small enough,
wearing nothing but a robe over his skinny teenage frame, and Sam
Sam is tank.
Sam, of course, misinterprets the panic on his face, trying to
encourage him with another smile, but this time it makes
Kevins stomach lurch a little. He takes a deep breath,
trying to buck up, but the smile he sends Sam in return feels
like a weak and trembling thing Kevin is a weak and
trembling thing, if the way his fingers shake when he reaches for
his robe are any indication. But open his robe he does, because
hes committed to doing this, and hes not going to let
Sam down.
He just wont look at Sam. Its easier that way. In
fact, with his eyes closed, Sams presence becomes less
intimidating, and a lot more
comforting. But
thats probably because Kevin wouldnt want to be left
alone and half-naked with an extremely powerful 900-year-old
witch either.
Okay, Don says, suddenly ceasing his chanting.
All done, he smiles, patting Kevin on the shoulder.
Kevin exhales with relief, pulling his robe closed again.
Now, Don hands him one of the antique bowls.
Fill this up with your jizz so I can get your potion
started.
~
This is ridiculous, Kevin mutters to his reflection
in the bathroom mirror. Hes a young and virile teenager for
crying out loud, getting off should not be this difficult.
But here he is, half an hour into it, and he can barely even get
hard enough. Hes already gone through the full spectrum of
his spank-bank, imagining everyone from his old girlfriend
Channing to Megan Fox, to no avail. He just cant relax.
This isnt just some bathroom wank like any other morning
before school
this actually means something. Its a
lot of pressure. And hes starting to chafe.
Hey Kev? Sam knocks on the door all of a sudden,
making Kevin shriek like a girl, yet again. You
alright in there, buddy?
Uh, yeah, Im fine! Kevin yells through the
door. Everythings fine! Although clearly,
having two people standing right outside the door, waiting for
him to finish, isnt going to help at all.
Okay
Sam sounds dubious. Theres heated
murmuring behind the door as Sam argues with Don about something,
but Kevin cant pick out what theyre saying until Sam
hisses, What? No! Absolutely not.
Somehow, Sam manages to sound both angry and protective at the
same time, and Kevin wonders if Sam is angry on his
behalf, for some reason. But he doesnt get to ponder that
thought for very long though, because for whatever
reason, thats when Kevin feels a strong throb of
arousal between his legs.
What the hell? Kevin yelps, yanking his hand away
from his cock like hes just been burned by it.
Kevin? Sam calls through the door, concerned. And it
happens again.
Uh
Kevin tries not to hyperventilate.
Hey Kevin, why dont you go into the bedroom next door
and try lying down. Theres some things in the bedside
drawer that may help, Don suggests.
Yeah, Kevin nods frantically, Yeah,
thanks, he mutters, making a beeline for the door on the
opposite side of the bathroom. Anything to put some distance
between them.
The next room looks like some sort of guestroom. Well-decorated,
as the rest of the house is, but blank of any personality one
would find in a room thats actually being used. But again,
Kevins just glad it isnt a sex-torture dungeon. The
normalcy of it calms him down a bit, and he takes the opportunity
to sit on the side of the bed, and breathe.
It works, right up until the point he opens up the bedside
drawer. Theres a whole bunch of things in there Kevin never
wanted to see with his own eyes, ever. The lube and condoms are
normal enough, but then theres feathers and chains with
little clamp things on the ends of them, and some long rubber
objects that Kevin wont even chance looking at for too
long, for fear of working out exactly what they are and what they
might be used for.
He quickly shuts the drawer closed. Sex dungeons come in all
shapes and sizes, apparently.
Kevin stands up off the bed, pacing the room and generally
avoiding the drawer altogether. Unfortunately that puts him right
next to the tallboy with the flatscreen on it
and the
suspect dvds lying next to it. Looks like the entire collected
works of Casa Erotica.
Kevin shrugs, turning on the tv. He doesnt exactly
intend to watch any porn. He just figures having some noise in
the room will give him a little more privacy. But when Kevin
turns it on, he discovers its one of those tvs with a
built-in dvd player, as it automatically resumes playing the disc
already in there.
Ive got the kielbasa you ordered
Kevin cringes. Looks like the usual delivery-guy trope, and the
actor has a seriously terrible handlebar moustache. But the girl
is kind of hot, so Kevin takes the remote control and fast
forwards through the bad-acting. When he presses play again,
theres a lot less talking and a lot more action, so Kevin
goes back to the bed, and gets comfortable.
It works to some extent, but not so much because of whats
happening on-screen. Which is just pathetic, because its
not everyday Kevin has the chance to indulge in some guilt-free
porn. Instead, its the illusion of privacy that helps, as
he thought it might, the low volume of the tv masking his own
soft little sighs and bitten-down moans.
But then, halfway through the movie, a handyman walks in on the
couple, making it a threesome. The actor has unfortunate
porn-hair as well, just this side of too long, but hes
tall, and insanely well-built, and for some reason that really
does it for Kevin
Until he starts wondering exactly why
that is, and starts freaking out about it.
Thats when the handyman goes for the double-penetration,
taking the blonde from behind while she rides the room-service
guy. And that cant be comfortable. But the blonde
seems to be loving it, if the kind of sounds shes making
are any indication
Kevin bites his lip, spreading his legs and reaching further
down
and gasps. Loudly.
Logically, he knows theres a lot of nerve endings down
there, so the area should be sensitive. But knowing a
thing and experiencing a thing are two completely different
things.
He didnt expect it to feel so
good.
Kevin slowly applies some pressure, pressing his finger against
it, and yeah
that feels good too.
Then to his surprise, the little ring of muscle gives a little,
and the tip of his finger pushes in, just like that.
Kevin quickly pulls his hand away, staring at it in shock. He
certainly didnt expect that to be so easy either. It
wasnt even painful.
But then Kevin has the super-gross thought that if things can
come out just as easily, then maybe putting things in
isnt as difficult as it seems.
But yeah, thats a super-gross thought, and a total
turn-off, so Kevin finds himself right back where he started,
unable to get off, and now freaking out that he might be a little
gay after all.
And of course, thats when theres another knock on the
door.
Kevin? You alright? Sam asks.
Yeah, Kevin, you need a little help or something? Don
asks.
What? NO! Kevin shouts.
No, Don! I already told you thats not
happening, Sam sputters indignantly on his behalf.
Kevin groans, slapping his hands over his face in mortification.
Look, Kevin, we dont have to do this tonight,
okay? Sam says. Well try again some other
time.
Sorry, guys, no can do. Its got to be under a
crescent moon. Its a virgin thing, Don explains.
Then well just wait another month, Sam shoots
back.
No! No, Ill just keep trying, Kevin says
guiltily. He doesnt want to be the one responsible for
leaving Dean and the angel in Purgatory for another whole month.
Who knows what theyre going through there?
Fine, Don says. And then to Kevins horror, the
door clicks open, and Sam is being thrown unceremoniously through
it.
Don! Sam yells, immediately turning around to bang on
the door, which has been magically locked shut again.
Hey, I never said it had to be me! Don yells through
the door. Just remember the rules or the ingredients are no
good! he adds, before his footsteps can be heard walking
away.
Sam heaves a frustrated sigh, crumpling in defeat. When he
finally turns around again, red-faced with embarrassment, Kevin
is huddled into a ball on the farthest corner of the bed, robe
wrapped tightly around his body, lube and tissues scatters all
over the sheets and the tv paused on a shot of the tall,
muscular, handyman plowing his dick into the blondes tiny
rear.
For a long, awkward moment, Sam just stands there, face turning
even more red as he takes in the situation. Kevin wonders if he
might actually even pop a vein when his eyes land on the tv
screen, but then all of a sudden Sam deflates, huffing an amused
laugh and shaking his head with a little smile.
Kevin has no idea what Sam must be thinking of him right now.
Hell, hes barely even able to admit it to himself.
Rules? he finally manages to squeak, recalling
what Don said before.
Sam takes a deep breath, straightening up to look at him again.
Im really sorry about this, he says
ruefully.
No, Im sorry, Kevin replies in a small
voice. I dont know whats wrong with me
tonight.
Theres nothing wrong with you, Sam
replies, earnest and sympathetic. This is just a really
weird situation, okay? And you dont have to do anything if
you dont want to.
No, I want to do this, Kevin replies. And
maybe not just because Sam saved his life.
The sigh Sam heaves then is somewhat resigned. Okay,
he nods, apparently coming to some kind of decision.
Okay, he says to himself again, stepping towards the
bed.
Kevins brain short-circuits so hard, he doesnt even
yell or freakout or try to cower even further away. He can only
watch, in stunned silence, as Sam sits on the side of the bed,
toes off his shoes, and lies down, facing him.
Wha
What are you
? are the only words
Kevin manages to get out, still breathless with shock.
Close your eyes, Sam says, and Kevin finds himself
nodding, so dumbfounded he closes his eyes without hesitation.
His pulse races, blood rushing in his ears, and he can barely
seem to catch his breath, each inhale too shaky and fleeting to
hold on to for very long.
And then he feels Sam touch him. Just lightly. On the back of his
hand.
Kevin nearly jumps out of his skin.
But Sam keeps touching him, fingers sliding across his skin to
slowly encircle his wrist, and Kevin finds himself calmed by the
touch, soothed by it. Sam tugs him forward then, urging him to
unfurl from his little corner and gently guiding him closer,
getting him to lay down with light little nudges. Kevin
cant help but open his eyes a few times as he readjusts his
position, but as soon as he sees Sam his eyes instinctively close
shut again, too overwhelmed by whats happening.
Good, Sam murmurs when Kevins finally stretched
out. Just try to relax, Sam whispers, and for a few
moments they just lay there, comfortable in the silence,
listening to each others breathing. Kevin finds his own
breath slowing down as he relaxes, subconsciously trying to match
Sams pace. He can even feel the heat from Sams body,
warming the air between them.
Then, after some movement from Sams side of the bed, Kevin
hears the drawer being opened. He sucks in a nervous
breath at the sound, but then he hears Sam chuckle under his
breath, and he relaxes again. Its reassuring to know that
Sam finds the drawers contents as ludicrous as he had. It
means Sams probably not going to be interested in using any
of it.
But to Kevins horror, he hears Sam rifling through the
drawer, and pulling things out. Kevins eyes fly open
in panic, and when Sam rolls over again, Kevin cant help
but back away a little.
Its okay, Sam murmurs, Im just
going to make things a little easier on you, he smiles
softly. And goddamnit, this time, when Kevins stomach
jumps, he knows exactly why.
His face heats up even more, throat thick as Sam approaches him
with some kind of satiny material in his hands. Close your
eyes, Sam whispers again, and Kevin obeys, unable to even
think not to. And soon he feels the material slide over his
eyelids, being tied around his head.
Kevin sags with relief. For some reason, the blindfold takes some
of the pressure off of him he doesnt have to panic
over every little thing he sees, he just has to take whatever
happens as it comes. And in a way, its freeing.
Sam Winchester is a genius.
Sam Winchester is in bed with him.
Oh God.
Kevin feels a heavy throb between his legs. He whimpers, trying
not to squirm as his erection stirs back to life. But then
Sams hand cups his face, large and warm and comforting, and
Kevin cant help but lean into it, moaning low in his
throat.
And then something else touches his face, lightly, on his
forehead. Something soft, and tickly, tracing down the line of
his nose to his lips, which part on a gasp as Kevin works out
what it is one of the ridiculously large feathers he saw
in the drawer earlier. Sam brushes it across his lips, like
kissing him without actually kissing him, and Kevin moans again,
leaning forward for more. But when he stretches out his neck, Sam
takes advantage of it, tracing the feather across it and making
him giggle, tickled by it.
Sam waits him out, brushing the feather up and down his throat
until his giggles subside. And when hes finally relaxed
again, moaning at the teasing touch, Kevin feels Sams hands
go to his robe, parting it.
Kevins breathing becomes laboured again, and he feels that
weak, trembling sensation overwhelm him once more, like it did in
the bathroom earlier when he had to open his robe. But its
not panic, or fear, or shyness this time its total
surrender to sensation, as Sam strokes the feather down his
heaving chest, tickling his stomach, and teasing his nipples
until Kevin is writhing on the sheets, sure his erection is
tenting through the lower half of his robe.
But Kevin doesnt care, not even embarrassed anymore. He
wants Sam to see it. He wants Sam to know, and to do
something about it, tease him there, touch him he wants it
so bad, he doesnt care if it means hes totally gay.
Sam! Kevin chokes out.
Yeah, okay, Sam breathes, hands going the belt
hastily tied around Kevins waist.
Its messy from there on out. Gone are the slow, controlled
strokes against his skin. Kevins hips buck so hard at the
feeling of the feather against his heated flesh, Sam loses his
rhythm, brushing the feather anywhere and everywhere he can
reach. And when it accidently brushes against his entrance, Kevin
bucks so hard, the whole bed shakes.
Kevin is done. Hes so ready to blow his load it hurts.
Sam, please, he gasps, I need to come!
I know, Kev, I know
Sam rambles, breathy as
well, and Kevin groans at the thought that Sam isnt
unaffected by this either.
Please touch me! he moans, blindly reaching out and
fisting his hand in the material of Sams shirt.
Sam groans. I cant, or else you wont
technically be a virgin.
Shit, Kevin hisses. He bats the feather away, but
doesnt let go of Sams shirt, taking his cock in his
other hand and pumping it hard.
Oh fuck, Sam groans under his breath. And then
theres a mad scramble from Sams side of the bed,
before Kevin feels cold metal on his stomach, Sam positioning the
cup Don gave him for the potion.
It doesnt take long. All it takes is one more heated groan
from Sam, watching him touch himself, before he comes,
ridiculously and satisfyingly hard.
Wow, Sam breathes afterwards.
Uh-huh, Kevin agrees, still catching his breath.
As he recovers, he feels Sam using the cup to scoop the rest of
his come off his skin, but before Sam has the chance to turn
away, Kevin rolls into him, reaching out to pull him close. He
still has the blindfold on, and maybe thats making him
bold. But it also means he cant see what hes grabbing
for, and he ends up finding skin, having somehow reached under
the hem of Sams shirt.
Kevin doesnt miss the way Sam hisses at the touch, or how
Sam squirms as his fingers explore a little, soaking up the heat
and tightness of muscle he finds.
This is okay now, right? Kevin asks softly.
Um
yes? Sam answers, shaky and confused.
Good, Kevin replies, following the heat of Sams
breath, right to his lips.
Sam makes a highly intelligent sounding Mmmph noise,
before slowly returning the kiss.
Somewhere along the way, Kevin loses his blindfold, and
Sams hands find their way to Kevins face, cradling
him carefully. When they pull apart, theyre both breathless
again, and Kevins lips tingle in a way they never did when
he used to be with Channing. And despite having just had what was
probably the most amazing orgasm of his life, theres still
something hungry inside him, desirous for more.
Youre not-- This isnt part of the spell, is
it? Sam asks, brows furrowed with uncertainty.
It cant be. Otherwise Kevin wouldnt have had the kind
of problems he did earlier that night. In fact, when Kevin thinks
back on everything thats happened tonight, all his little
reactions and the resulting realizations, he can trace a pattern
all the way back to when he first met Sam Winchester. All these
months, getting to know Sam, his respect and admiration for Sam
growing, becoming something more
No, Kevin smiles. This is all me.
Okay, Sam grins back, leaning in again
And thats when Don bangs on the door again. You two
lovebirds all done in there?
Sam groans, burying his face in Kevins neck.
Kevin laughs, pulling him up. Come on, lets go get
your brother back.
~
A couple weeks later, Kevin is sitting next to Sam on a park
bench in Kansas, eating lunch and watching Dean and his angel
make goo-goo eyes at each other over the hood of the Impala.
So, Kevin says, finishing off his sandwich and
dusting the crumbs off his hands, Now that your
brothers back, does that mean I dont have to be a
virgin anymore?
Sam sends him a sideways grin, Yeah. Yeah, it does.
~ fin