Could You Just Hold Me? 1/50
Chapter 1
Nick leaned at the wall and tried to look as unexcited as possible. Okay, he was excited every time he met Sam and Dean in person so that was nothing out of the ordinary. On the phone he spoke with one of them nearly every day by now, but with them almost constantly on the road Nick didn't see them as often as he would like.
However, this time Sam and Dean had insisted on this specific date and had asked him over a month ahead to hold this day free for them. At first Nick hadn't thought much about this because the time they spent together always meant awesome sex along with some quality time with all three of them just hanging out together but now, standing here, waiting to get picked up, he started to wonder. What was so specific about this date?
Maybe it was one of their birthdays or something, Nick mused and couldn't help but smile over the fact that he was in some kind of relationship with them and didn't know their birthdays. Or their last names for that matter. But they didn't know his either. They had started out as hooker and customer and with that kind of relationship you don't share personal stuff and when they had moved on from that, it never really came up. In what kind of relationship they were now Nick wasn't exactly sure but he was happy with the regular phone calls and the occasional visits.
The familiar rumble of Dean's car drew him out of his thoughts and Nick pushed himself from the wall he was leaning at and slipped in the back seat.
"Hey, man." Sam turned in the passenger seat and greeted him with a kiss. "Sorry we kept you waiting."
Nick leaned into the kiss, Sam's lips soft on his just a quick hello, before he slumped down in his seat.
"Princess here couldn't get her hair ready." Dean pointed with his thumb at Sam while he greeted Nick with a wide grin. "You hungry? Found this nice little place, they make awesome steaks."
"Sounds good." And it did. The last two weeks or so hadn't been that great for Nick. He didn't have to go hungry but by now he was sick of Mac&Cheese. Just thinking of a steak made his mouth water.
While Dean steered the car through the light evening traffic Nick took stock of his boyfriends, as Aiden had dubbed them and Nick still needed to find a better term to clarify their relationship.
More often than not Sam and Dean showed up with various injuries, cuts and bruises, sometimes broken bones, and even though they never really talked about that, Nick liked to keep track of it. This time he didn't find any visible injuries for a change but he noticed that they both were dressed better than usual. Did they iron their shirts? Maybe this was a birthday party. With him as some kind of gift.
They arrived at the restaurant and it turned out that Sam had reserved them a table. Following the waitress, her name tag read Nora, to a corner table at the other end of the room Nick noticed the dark wood decor and hunting trophies on the walls. Not exactly his style but it felt warm and comfortable and most important he didn't feel out of place. But Sam and Dean weren't the types for a noble restaurant themselves.
There were only a few other patrons and in their corner, Nick had the place next to the window with Dean walling him from the side and Sam sitting across from him, they had as much privacy as you can hope for in a public place like this.
Nick had a look at the menu and swallowed thickly. This place was out of his normal league and he couldn't help it and translated the price of the cheapest steak to the instant Mac&Cheese he had lived on for days now.
"Don't think about money." Dean whispered in his ear and he was close enough for Nick to feel his breath brushing over his earlobe. "Not today."
Nick shuddered in anticipation and when Nora came back he ordered the steak he had been eying.
The steak was as good as Dean had said it would be and Nick hadn't felt that full in a long time. Dean ordered pie and coffee for dessert.
"You want me to burst." Nick muttered to nobody in particular when the waitress set a large slice of pie in front of him.
"Just be a good boy and eat your pie." Sam said in a low voice and his eyes gleamed darkly from behind his bangs. That voice alone made Nick's blood rush to his groin and it didn't help his starting arousal when Sam's suddenly sock-clad foot nudged its way between his thighs.
"We're in public." Nick hissed but spread his legs to allow Sam better access. With his long legs Sam didn't even need to stretch to trail his big toe along Nick's hardening cock.
"Nobody is going to see." Dean's hand slipped under Nick's shirt, fingertips dipping under the waistband of Nick's jeans. "Just be quiet and eat your pie. You don't want to waste good pie."
With that Dean took his own fork in his free hand and had a small bite of his own pie.
"Sammy, we're definitely coming back here." Dean's moan was almost obscene while his fingertips traced Nick's hipbone before Dean slipped his whole hand in the back of Nick's jeans and cupped his ass cheek.
"You should start a list." Sam wiggled his toes along the length of Nick's now hard cock. "Last time I checked you had at least three places per state you want to come back eventually."
"That's what I have your geeky brain for." Dean's middle finger found the crack of his ass and Nick honestly tried to focus on his pie. They'd said he should eat so he would eat. And he totally didn't bite down on his fork to hide a moan.
"You want to come back here, you can keep track of it." Sam reminded Dean and wormed his way under Nick's balls, rolling them on the back of his toes. Big guys like Sam shouldn't be that nimble with their toes but Nick bit back a groan and stuffed more pie in his mouth. He wasn't even sure which flavor it was anymore.
Nick desperately hoped they would stop teasing as soon as he'd finished his pie and move this over to the privacy of a motel room. They wouldn't try do make him come in public, would they? Nick forced down another bite of pie when Dean's fingertip found his hole and Nick nearly choked on a piece of crust.
"Please." He whispered after he'd cleared his mouth but Dean was still gently tapping at his entrance.
"You still have half of your pie on the plate." Sam observed with a grin and a firm rub with the ball of his foot against Nick's cock. "No, Dean. Stop eying his pie. He has to finish it by himself."
Dean and Nick made disappointed sounds.
"He isn't even really eating." Dean whined and pressed his fingertip right at Nick's center. "It tastes the best when it's still warm and he's just butchering it."
"You can order yourself a second slice if you're still hungry." Sam shrugged and nipped at his coffee. "I saw blueberry on the menu."
Dean seemed to consider it but decided against it. Instead he leaned back in his seat which shifted his angle and made Nick jump but nobody was him paying any attention anyway. And they totally knew what that did to him. Bastards. At this rate he would come in his pants before he could finish the pie.
"For Christ's sake." Sam muttered and flagged down Nora. When she came over Nick froze, totally aware of Dean's hand still in his jeans. And Sam's foot in his crotch but at least she couldn't see that. He couldn't even tell Dean to stop with her standing right next to them and he could only hope that it looked like Dean was just hugging him or something.
"Could we get a slice of blueberry pie, please?" Sam asked with a warm smile at the waitress while Nick desperately tried to be somewhere else.
"Sure." She smiled back but her eyes flickered over to Dean and Nick. "Something to celebrate?"
"It's our anniversary." Dean said, his middle finger now resting in the crack of Nick's ass, and didn't bother to clarify that it was his anniversary with Sam and not with the man he had his hand down the pants. At least Nick now knew what was so special about this date.
By the time the waitress came back with the pie Nick was covered in sweat, cheeks flushed with arousal and he had a white knuckled grip on the edge of the table with one hand while the fork trembled in his other one. He was past hoping Sam and Dean wouldn't make him come in the restaurant, now he only hoped they wouldn't make him come in front of Nora the friendly waitress. She hadn't bat an eyelash at two men having their anniversary but he doubted she would be that open to him coming at her table.
Caught up in his own thoughts or better caught up in the feeling of the hand and the foot working his most private parts, Nick only noticed the sparkler sitting on top of a new slice of pie when he nearly fell face first into the sparks. Out of the corner of his eye he saw similar sparks in front of Dean.
"Emm, I only ordered one slice." Sam spoke up when Nora set a plate in front of him, too. That one without a sparkler.
"It's on the house." Nora smiled at Dean and Nick and Nick forced a smile on his lips. At least Sam and Dean seemed be stunned themselves and had stopped moving completely. "Happy anniversary."
Dean and Sam shared an amused look, Sam's mouth twitching from hold back laughter, and beside Nick Dean shrugged.
"Dude, free pie." And with that Dean dug in. His enthusiasm translated to his other hand and like always Sam had no problem matching his partners activities and within a minute Nick creamed his pants.
Nick tasted blood because he would rather bite his lip off than to scream out his orgasm in a fucking restaurant and he slumped down exhausted but insanely high on the feeling that they got a way with this.
"You gonna eat this?" Dean asked and without looking Nick shoved his untouched second slice over to him. In the end Dean ate most of the pie and he patted his belly with a stupid grin on his face after he'd cleared the last plate.
"I'm not sure I can move, Sammy." Dean let out a half breath, half belch and stretched a bit to give his stomach more room.
"I'm sure Nick here can reanimate you." Sam leaned in and added in a low voice: "And you don't even have to do anything. You can just lie on the bed with those lips wrapped around your cock, how does that sound?"
"Why are we still here and not at the motel already?" Dean asked and was about to roll himself out of the seat but Sam hold him back with a meaningful tilt of his head in Nick's direction.
"Oh, yeah. Right." Dean fell back in his seat. "We have something for you. You know, because of today."
Nick's stomach dipped. He'd thought they were past this. He clearly remembered that one morning when Dean had tried to pay him and Nick had refused to take it.
"Do you really feel like you should pay me?" Nick had asked looking from one to the other. "Because I don't feel like you should pay me anymore."
Sam and Dean had shared one of those looks and then Dean had pocketed the money and it never came up again. Until now. Did Nick really miss the Yeah, free sex! in their expressions back then? Was he really that naive?
Sam produced a white little box from somewhere and placed it in front of Nick.
It hurt. They had their anniversary and they spent it with a good meal and their favorite fuck toy and that was okay. But this It's our special day so let's pay him and don't cheat him out of free sex for a change? It hurt.
Eyes brimming Nick looked up from the offending white box to meet Sam's eyes.
"I thought we were past the paying state." He said and felt dumb. How could he have been that stupid?
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