WinterHigh, Again, preggers Dean, Rich confident Samw ho knocks him up. I'm starting to see a writing pattern. lol. No druggie or homeless Dean though like my other story The Freshman Project though.

Also, when I'm sure this is going places I'll be needing a beta, so yeah...

A/N: This is fst pced at the beginning, a little jerky, but the chapters will get longer and the plot will even out. For those willing to stay with me through that, thank you, you won't regret it.

There's something about life that is calm and all, then something about tiny mistakes that blow it all up. Like Sam, a rich senior who lives in a mansion and throws weekly parties, usually ending up in one of the twenty bedrooms with someone, male or female.

Today was male.

Green-gold eyes and thick pink lips, a cocky swagger and a personality to match. Dean Colt gave every other guy Sam's slept with a run for their money when he swung his hips and cocked his head towards the bed the moment the doors closed, and Sam can't get on the bed fast enough. He swung one leg over Sam's thighs and unzipped and tugged him out with practiced efficiency, he ran his fingers over the head and grinned up at Sam, making sure to show a little flicker of his pink tongue over thick swollen lips when he ducks his head down and rub his cheek over Sam's shaft, he kitten-licked the head and suddenly sat back up. Sam moaned and made a grab for him but Dean had one hand tight around his cock and the other pressed against the sheets, his grin was gone, replaced with a coy look under too-long sandy lashes. Sam thrust his hips up impatiently.

"C'mon, suck me." He urged, nearly choking on spit when Dean dove down and replaced his hand with his mouth. His throat closed tightly around Sam's head and sealed it off. He groaned and fisted long blond strands in his hands, both his hands covered Dean's head easily, making him a great deal bigger then Dean.

Dean let his cock fall from his mouth and continued with little kitten licks up the shaft, under the head and over the slit until Sam was fully hard and writhing under him begging mindlessly. He wanted the tight heat of being buried deep in the guy above him driving him absolutely nuts. "Let me fuck you, be so deep you can taste me." He promises Dean who just grins, Sam glanced down and realized Dean was still fully dressed in his over sized tee and grey jeans. He noticed Sam's looks and grinned even wider as he reached his hands down and slid the jeans from his slim hips, his shirt fell over his dick and upper thighs but Sam couldn't care less, his ass was settling over Sam's dick but he didn't sink down, only letting the tip of his cock brush his wet entrance.

"Thought you'd get lucky?" Sam murmured, feeling the slick at the stretched hole and noting the lack of undergarments, Dean laughed, head thrown back and eyes sparkling.

"Didn't think, I'm hot, I knew." He whispered, like it was a secret as he finally reached back and gripped Sam cock, pressed the head against his hole until it popped through the tight ring of muscle and Dean's head snapped forward till his shin brushed his chest, but he didn't move until Sam let out a huff of frustration and pressed his hips up for Dean to get moving. Dean sighed and rocked his hips forward, only to end in a gasp and a flutter of lashes in shock. He gasped out an 'ah!' when Sam flipped them over, frustrated with Dean's slower pace and drove deep into him, till his balls slapped against the pale skin. No tan lines, he was as pale as snow everywhere, except from the red marks of Sam's fingers on his hip. He grinded deeper, pushing Dean into the mattress. He pushed his ass back into Sam when he pulled himself free from the tightly clenching muscle, it closed up the moment he freed himself, only leaving the head inside.

"You good?" he muttered offhandedly, Dean moaned and pushed back urgently again, doing a little figure eight and twist that had Sam's head reeling, he moved his hands to dig them into the pale skin of his ass and watch red rise to the surface. Dean twisted to look at him with narrowed emerald eyes, like Greek fire.

"Fuck me." He muttered into the sheets and Sam smirked and obliged, screwing him deep into the mattress relentlessly as he moaned and writhed helplessly, caught between pain and pleasure till suddenly Sam was coming, deep inside him and Dean was following over, tipping over the edge and tightening hard enough that he kept Sam's softening dick buried a few moments longer. Milking him completely dry until Sam was drawing a blank and pulled out.

He wiped himself off on the sheets and stood up; fumbling around for his jeans while Dena lay in place, not moving an inch, just watching Sam with unreadable eyes. He dressed without looking at Dean, muttered a thanks and headed downstairs towards the heavy beat of the party.

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Dean stared at the door a long time, he wasn't really a virgin but he didn't go to bed with just anyone either. It might have been nice for Sam fucking Winchester to stay a little while longer. He grumbled and checked around for his own jeans, seeing the grey material at the end of the bed, he moved slowly and clenched tightly so come didn't seep through the grey material, he pulled his shirt on and laced up his boots.

The party was drifting apart when he got there twenty minutes later. If Winchester was going to come in his ass then he could let Dean use his shower, at least Dean was on the pill, not that Sam had asked. He sighed and made his way towards a drunken Jo, stumbling through the crowd. Looks like it was just about time to head home. He sighed and led her to the car and let himself and her in the house five minutes of drunken rambling later.

He waited twenty minutes until it was dawn before he took a shower, he stripped fast, dropping his come soaked jeans to the bathroom tiles and pulling his shirt over his head. The cool air attacked his body before he managed to duck under the warm spray of water. It flattened his hair down and washed the sweat from his skin, he could see bruises in the shape of fingers on his hands and thighs, his ass too he suspected if he bothered to look. He took a deep breath and bent over, pushing his fingers against the tightening hole cautiously, then pushing them inside and pulling the muscle apart to clean the drying come out. He gasped when his fingers brushed his prostate while he pushed them in further to make sure he had it all. He pulled them out quickly, he just wasn't multi-orgasm sorta guy, he'd break. He snorted and wrapped himself in the towel. He reached into the cabinet over the sink to check the back of his pills one last time and confirm he'd taken them before he dressed in boxers and a t-shirt and slipped into bed.

His head hit the pillow and he sighed looking around his room in the dark, posters of wrestlers and cars, a schoolbag thrown into the corner and his camera on the desk. Pictures and videos of Castiel and him messing around, annoying the girls and tripping the jocks, all sorts of crazy shit he and his bestfriend were known for. Him for being a cocky ass, Castiel the social mistake but clever prankster.

Sam Winchester for being the rich guy Dean had been interested for three years, only to be the one night stand that couldn't even be respected enough to talk to. He turned onto his stomach and ground his face into the pillow. Three more hours and he could call Castiel, he could stay up. Onyl he didn't, at one point green eyes fluttered shut and breath calmed into soft puffs into the cool morning air.

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