Chapter 3 - Inspired Sentiment

Inspired: "As if prompted by or emanating from a supernatural source."

Sentiment: "The sum of what one feels on a subject; emotional or tender feelings."

Dean was probably as nervous as Sam, but for different reasons. He considered himself to be a good and loving partner. This would be the first time however that he would initiate someone into the wonders of lovemaking.

Sam was sitting beside him, like a stone statue, the tension just radiating from him. "Poor guy" Dean was thinking.

"Sam, it doesn't have to happen now okay, there's no pressure here man, let's just take things as they come" Dean told Sam as he kissed his shoulder.

"Dean, I really want to - do I ever, but I think I'm gonna take a shower first okay? I'm just feeling really stressed and wound-up" Sam was rambling on. "Sam, relax, do whatever you need to do" Dean re-assured.

Sam got up off the bed and set about taking his second shower of the day. He closed the bathroom door behind him and let out a sigh. "What an idiot I'm being, Dean must think I'm a total whack job over this" he was thinking as he took off his clothes and felt for the shower tab. Before getting in, Sam ensured the water temperature was nice and hot. After entering, he just let the water run over him, breathing deeply, trying to center himself for what he wanted to happen.

Dean, on the other side of the door, was pacing around the room. He wanted it to happen as much as Sam did, but he didn't want Sam to feel so stressed over it. He was trying to come up with ways to help Sam relax when he heard the water stop running and Sam exiting the tub. Dean decided that just incase this was going to happen, he better get the necessities out and pulled from his shaving kit, an almost full bottle of lube and some condoms, placing them beside his side of the bed. A short time later, Sam opened the bathroom door, with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Dean?" he called out shyly. "Right here Sammy, I'm right here" Dean crossed the room and took Sam's shaking hands in his own. "You okay?" he asked. "I am" Sam replied, lowering his head slightly, biting his lower lip. Dean released Sam's hands as he reached up to clasp his face. "We're gonna take this nice and slow okay Sammy. If anything makes you feel uncomfortable, you let me know" Dean tenderly told Sam, as his lips descended.

The kiss was outstanding! Dean's healing lip cracked a little, but wasn't painful.

Dean's tongue moved lazily over Sam's lips and the inside of his mouth, running over his teeth and tickling the back of his throat.

Sam returned the favour. Two tongues, the exchange of saliva, the sharing of increased breathing. Sam was sucking on Dean's upper lip, when he felt Dean's hands on his chest, palms fully spread. Two hands made for double the intensity. As Sam shifted his attentions to Dean's neck, Dean took the opportunity to lick each of his palms, and then resumed his touching. He traced circles over each of Sam's nipples as he felt them harden beneath his touch, drawing small murmurs from Sam, who was leaning in closer to him, as he continued to apply small bites to Dean's carotid artery. He loved the feel of the stubble against his skin.

"Sam" Dean murmured "let's move over to the bed."

As Sam discarded the towel and slid beneath the sheets, Dean took off his jeans and climbed into the other side of the bed.

Dean wiggled in closer to Sam, asking him to turn to his side.

Two bodies now facing each other. Sam gasped, as he felt Dean's naked body shifting against him. Dean covered his mouth with a kiss, then turned his attention to Sam's dimple, licking it from top to bottom and back again.

Dean figured out pretty quick, that Sam had a thing for his neck. He gladly turned into Sam now, allowing him full and complete access. Sam effectively locked Dean's hands between the two of them as he began alternating between small bites and sucking, Sam's strong hands holding the area firm, as he felt Dean's pressure rise beneath his tongue and teeth. Dean hadn't expected it to be the turn-on that it was, as he felt himself begin to harden. Sam felt it too. "Oh, you like this huh" he whispered. Dean arched his neck back further, in response.

Dean at some point, managed to free his hands from between them and reached over to Sam's back. He slowly began to trail his hand up and down Sam's spine, feeling the goose-bumps he was raising. He was running his fingertips over the ragged scar on Sam's upper shoulder, when Sam pulled back from his touch. "Sam?" Dean questioned. "Can't deal with that right now Dean, don't want any reminders" Sam sighed. "Sorry Sam" Dean whispered softly as he moved his hand away and kissed Sammy's temple.

He traced his fingers down over Sam's rib-cage and over his hip, as he slowly moved into the crisp curls of Sam's pubic region, gently running his fingertips around the area, causing Sam to groan in pleasure and jerk forward ever so slightly.

Sam's hands were roaming over Dean's body, when he felt Dean shift slightly downwards drawing one of Sam's nipples into his mouth, running his tongue over and around, gently trapping each in turn between his teeth .

As he continued to mouth Sam, he reached over for the lube. Against Sam's protests, Dean kneeled back on the bed, squeezing out a liberal amount of it into his hands and rubbing them together, warming the lube as he did so. He reached over to a moaning and twisting Sam, as he positioned him onto his back, pressing one hand down against the quivering flesh of Sam's lower belly, as he reached slowly underneath him with the other. He began to stroke Sam in long unbroken motions. "Sam, raise your legs a bit for me, just bend them at the knees" Dean encouraged, as Sam complied.

Dean then began alternating his stroking between using the side of his hand and his fingers, grasping the tender area in light clenches, up and down the inside of Sam's crease.

Sam was thoroughly enjoying the feeling that Dean's firm strokes were evoking. There was a genuine, shared intimacy to this particular act, that truly appealed to Sam. As Dean lengthened his area of stroking, coming in on the underside of Sam, Sam felt the first stirrings of a climax brought via another person loving him.

"Dean...please don't stop...this feels so good" Sam moaned, eyes closed, as he grabbed onto Dean, his body instinctively curving up to meet Dean's hands, as they began to rub the engorged end of him.

Sam bucked against Dean, the rush of liquid heat spraying between them, as Sam came, his body arching against Dean's, the waves of release coming in spasms.

Sam was panting heavily, as Dean moved up beside him, kissing his jaw and finally his mouth as he slowly circled the tip of Sam with his thumb and index finger, coaxing the aftershocks from him.

Sam opened his unseeing eyes and looked straight at Dean, taking Dean's breath, with the look of love and trust he saw in them.

Dean could feel himself almost at the edge, as he neared his own climax. Sam felt it too. "Dean" Sam whispered, as he reached down to touch him. Sam's movements at first were hesitant, but with Dean's encouragement, become more confident, as Dean moved in time to Sam's stroking. He felt Dean lean over to his side and then heard the ripping of a package. "Dean, give it to me, I want to put it on you" Sam murmured as Dean placed the condom in his waiting hands. Before placing it on Dean, Sam licked the condom open, then reached down and lovingly placed it on a trembling Dean.

Dean was on top him, covering him, loving him. Firm, long legs lifted in greeting, wrapping around Dean.

Instinct took over, as Sam grabbed Dean and pulled him ever closer. The previously applied lube, in combination with Sam's semen, made the initial probing entry stressless. Sam began to inadvertently clench closed as Dean pumped somewhat deeper. "Easy Sammy, we can stop now" Dean soothed. "Keep going Dean, I don't want you to stop, just take it slow okay."

On the third thrust, Dean bumped against Sam's prostate, causing Sam to yelp in surprise. There was no turning back now. Dean shuddered against Sam, as he came inside him, his body trembling in completion. Sam kept himself completely wrapped around Dean, revelling in this shared intimacy, feeling Dean's heart beating wildly against his chest.

A few moments passed, and Dean was slowly disengaging from Sam, when Sam asked him to stop, to just stay where he was. "Are you sure Sam?" Dean questioned. "Couldn't be more sure" came the reply, as Sam continued to stroke Dean, to touch Dean, to hold Dean and to love Dean.

Dean was able to reach down and grab a corner of the fallen sheet, pulling it up and around them, tucking it tight around Sam. "Everything okay darl'in?" Dean whispered into Sam's ear, before laying his head on his chest. Sam was all settled down in Dean's love, feeling totally contented.

"They couldn't be any better babe. That was so totally awesome, words couldn't even begin to describe what I'm feeling" a delighted Sam honestly told Dean.

Dean was about to kiss Sam, when he noticed the eruption of tiny blisters around Sam's mouth.

Sam felt the tingling and then burning in three contact points - his mouth, his hands and his groin and surrounding region. The pain was becoming more intense as small blisters began to form at all three sites.

"Sam, talk to me man, what's happening?" Dean asked, not sure what to make of it all. "I don't know, but it hurts like a mother, holy shit" Sam exclaimed as he began to shift in pain beneath Dean. Dean now did slowly pull out of Sam and rolled away from him, very concerned.

Sam sat up and then got up from the bed, not wanting his skin in contact with any fabric. "Jesus Dean, I haven't had a reaction like this, since the last time I ate a banana" Sam said grimacing. "A banana...you're allergic to bananas?" Dean asked, as he got up and came around to Sam. "I have a latex allergy and it comes out in crazy ways, bananas are one of them" Sam told him. "Shit...Sammy, who would have thought, it didn't even cross my mind, the condom - it's latex based. I am so sorry Sam" Dean gulped, feeling horrible for what was happening to Sam. "It's not your fault Dean, you didn't know and I never gave it a second thought" Sam said as he reached out for Dean, using his wrists and forearms to pull him into a much needed hug.

To be continued.

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