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Chapter Seven – Cuddles and Snuggles
Dean woke up to the sound of rain tinkling against the window panes. He was bundled up tight in the blanket and throw, Sam was not beside him.
Stretching and yawning loudly, stomach growling with the delicious smells wafting in to the sun porch from the kitchen, Dean threw back the coverings and sat up.
Sam had said yes – they were going to get married. Dean's heart fluttered at the happy thought. Sammy was soon going to be his husband – he could hardly wait.
Still dressed in his clothes from last night, Dean decided on a quick shower before finding Sam. He had some serious lovemaking in mind this morning and he wanted to be at his best for it.
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After his shower, Dean walked naked through the kitchen, pausing to inhale whatever Sammy had made that was now warming in the oven, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and taking a quick look at the sheets of paper entitled – Our Wedding - To Do List. It warmed his heart in every way. He loved Sammy more with each passing moment. And then, he heard Sammy talking to someone in the bedroom.
"And you know what happened to me last night? The man I love so, so much, asked me to marry him. I'm going to be getting married" a delighted Sam explained.
Sam's back was to the bedroom door and he was under the blankets. Dean could make out his head and the top of Mr. M.'s furry crown.
The floor boards creaked as Dean walked towards the bed and Sam. Turning, Sam looked up at Dean and smiled, throwing back the blankets, so that Dean could join him.
Much to Dean's delight, he discovered Sammy was naked too – all warm and cuddly as he and Mr. M. snuggled against a still damp showered Dean.
"I'm so excited, I had to tell someone" Sam explained, his cheeks turning slightly pink. "Did I ever tell you that Mr. M. was mine before he was Johnny's? Him and I go back a long, long way."
Dean's protective side kicked into high gear as he pulled Sammy closer to him and nuzzled at his forehead.
"Mr. M., its Dean here and I wanted to tell you how much I love and adore Sammy. He fills up my heart and my soul with everything that he is and I'm wildly in love with him and I'm so glad that he said yes."
Dean felt the quiver from Sam's body run through his own.
Sam caught Dean off guard when he moved quickly, reaching over Dean and placing Mr. M. gently on the floor and then fully positioning himself on top of Dean.
Wrapping his arms around his future husband's waist, Dean kissed the side of Sam's face. "Love you, Sammy."
"Love you too" came the emotional response.
Running his hands up and down Sam's back and then lower over his rump, garnered Dean an excited gasp from Sam.
Tumbling them over slowly, so that he was now on top and straddling Sam, balanced measures of tenderness and love filled him as he reached down and began to suckle the underside of Sam's jaw, licking and biting his way down slowly to first one and then the other of Sam's nipples.
Sam responded with trembling and stroking fingers, as his hand curled around Dean's length and began to rub slowly.
Seeking his lover's lips, Dean slipped his tongue between them. Caressing strokes and fiery heat consumed the both of them.
Dean fought for control as Sam continued to rub his hard and aching cock. He felt the first flushes of an orgasm slowly filtering through him.
Muscles tensed as Dean shivered and ground himself against Sam's hand, wet cum shooting as Dean came in wave after wave of bliss, collapsing down and against Sam.
Heaving breathes and small mewling sounds continued to escape from Dean's lips as Sam's fingers stilled their rubbing and sought to embrace the man he so loved.
"Wow!" Dean whispered a short time later as he re-gained some semblance of coherency, enjoying the gentle rumble of Sam's laughter and feeling his lover's hardness against his thigh.
"Want to feel you inside me, Sammy" Dean hummed.
"Are you sure?"
"Um-hmm."
Sam reached over and grabbed the new bottle of lube, strawberry and melon flavoured. Extracting himself slowly from Dean, he helped Dean turn onto his stomach, before generously greasing his fingers and dick with lube.
Despite the persistent throbbing of his own cock, Sam was determined to take it slowly with entry into Dean.
Leaning up and kissing the nape of Dean's neck, Sam then kissed his way down Dean's spine and lower back, as he gently rubbed his fingers at Dean's opening.
"Relax, baby" Sam breathed as he circled around and around and slowly inserted one finger. It was tight, tighter than Sammy had expected. He didn't want to hurt Dean, so he kept just one finger inside and swirled it slowly, letting Dean get use to the new sensation.
Gently inserting another finger caused Dean to seize and clench the pillow. The tightness was not decreasing and Sam was growing concerned. "Nice and slow, Dean, we're in no rush here, okay babe, just relax" Sam reassured as he shifted up and kissed Dean's brow.
"K'ay."
"How about getting on your hands and knees for me" Sam asked as he moved his hands under Dean's waist and helped him shift up. "There we go" Sam soothed as he carefully re-introduced two fingers back into Dean and wiggled them lightly.
The tightness was still there, but there was a very slight easing of it. There was no way that Sam was going to attempt entering Dean at this stage. He was sure it would hurt him too much.
"Babe, let's try the butt plug to help stretch you, okay?" Sam whispered.
"Sam?"
"I need to loosen you up, babe, just some stretching, before I enter you" Sam soothed as he lubed up the plug with lots and lots of lube. He had lost his own erection with the concern he was feeling for Dean. He didn't want to hurt him and was trying to decide on the best way to insert the plug.
"Put your weight on your elbows and just let me slowly insert it" Sam advised, nervous and not wanting to cause Dean any hurt.
Sam placed the plug at Dean's entrance and gently began to swirl it around the edges, letting Dean get use to the sensation. Slowly and carefully, Sam began the insertion, using little thrusts and prods to ease the point of entry.
"You doing okay?" Sam asked in concern.
"Good" Dean managed to expel. It was hurting more than he let on, the fullness was threatening to overwhelm him, but if this stretching was what it was going to take to be able to handle Sammy within him, then he was going to endure it.
Sam wiggled the plug just a little to help try and uncoil the tight mass of muscle he needed to get through for the plug to be fully inserted. With just a little more pressure, he then pushed it in up to the base.
Dean flinched and groaned and Sam's heart constricted. "Oh my God, Dean, I've hurt you" Sam cried.
"Not your fault" Dean gasped out the side of the pillow he was fisting.
Kneeling his way up the bed, Sam turned Dean gently over and pulled him up and into his arms, cradling Dean against him. Rubbing at Dean's face he looked down with troubled eyes.
"Let me take it out. You shouldn't have to go through this" Sam whispered hoarsely.
"Sam, let's give it some time. I just...I have to get use to the feeling and we both know I needed to be stretched and I want you inside me and if this is what is going to do it, then I'm all for it" Dean responded as he reached up and stroked Sam's hair.
Sam looked unconvinced, but nodded in agreement.
Curling into Sam, Dean let Sam hold him and stroke him and reassure him until the growling in his stomach could no longer be ignored, which brought a welcome laugh from the both of them.
"Let me take care of that" Sam grinned as he gradually eased himself out from under Dean. "Well, today's your lucky day, you're getting a platter breakfast in bed."
"Platter breakfast?"
"Yup. Mrs. Vitteria told me about how her husband use to make them for her. It's like a frittata, served on a platter with two forks and one person feeds the other. I always thought it sounded pretty darn nice and romantic and well, you're my fork person" Sam giggled as he walked towards the door and shook his butt slightly before heading into the kitchen.
Dean smiled, despite his discomfort as he gingerly tried different positions to get comfortable in. The feeling of fullness was easing somewhat and for this, he was thankful.
Carrying the platter and two cups of coffee, Sam placed the platter on Dean's lap and the coffees on the bedside table.
Climbing in and sitting cross legged close to his chosen, Sam took the platter and used the side of one of the forks like a knife, crumbling up the food and pronging a substantial piece for Dean.
"Open up" Sam encouraged as he lifted the fork to Dean's mouth. Dean compiled and returned the favour to Sam.
It was a fun breakfast, shared in the warmth of a room filled with love and the sound of rain dropping on the roof above them.
"That was delicious and so was the coffee" Dean complimented later on as they finished their breakfast. "Thanks, babe. I really enjoyed that too" Sam said.
Dean tilted his head and looked at the flushed face of the man who owned his heart. How did he ever manage to get so damn lucky?
"So, do you have any plans for today?" Dean asked.
"Hanging out with my future husband" Sam replied and smiled.
Rubbing his thumb over one of those delightful dimples, Dean leaned over and kissed Sam.
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"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Sam, stop your worrying, I'm fine."
"Sure?"
"Sure."
"Absolutely sure?"
"Positively."
Sam knew he was pressing his luck, but he had to ask again. "You promise you'd tell me if you weren't?"
Dean clutched Sam's worried face between his hands. "I promise Sammy, that I would tell you if things weren't okay. Taking out the plug really didn't hurt at all. I'm a little bit stiff" Dean grinned "but I'm feeling good. Now, stop your worrying" he finished and sealed any further words from Sam with a kiss.
They had just finished picking up a thank you bouquet of flowers for Peaches and were on the way to see her.
Dean started the Impala and looked over at Sam who was grinning back at him.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"What is it?"
"Nothing, except that did anyone tell you I was getting married?" Sam laughed.
"You know, come to think of it, I do remember hearing that somewhere" Dean chuckled and patted the seat beside him. Sam slid over and leaned his head against Dean's shoulder.
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The music was pounding as they climbed the stairs into the store. Barry White's What Am I Gonna Do With You was blaring. Peaches was all decked out in a gold lame jump suit, boa and high heels. She was whirling around the store, caught up in the music, when she spied the boys standing there.
"Join me" she yelled over the music. Both Sam and Dean looked at each other. Dean learned something about Sam at that moment. He didn't dance. He sort of bopped in place but looked increasingly uncomfortable as Dean and Peaches moved to the beat. Dean looked forward to teaching Sam to dance as he clutched at Sam's waist.
Sam was thankful when the song ended and Peaches moved to turn down the music.
"Hello my darlings" she greeted and kissed them both.
"These are for you. We wanted to thank you for everything you've done for us" Sam said sincerely as he handed her the flowers.
"Thank you, sweet angels, they're beautiful" Peaches exclaimed as she inhaled the scent of the pink roses before letting out a strangled gasp.
"And what is this?" she asked excitedly as she grabbed Sam's hand and looked at his ring.
Sam blushed and stammered shyly. "Dean asked me to marry him."
Peaches looked at the young couple in front of her and let out a scream of pure delight.
"Oh my gosh, that is the best news I've heard. I am so, so excited for the both of you" Peaches gushed as she put down the flowers and pulled both boys into a hug.
"I want details. When? Where? And what type of dress should I wear?" Peaches exclaimed and then pulled back and looked sheepishly at the guys.
"Well, here I am assuming I'm going to be invited. Sorry, I shouldn't have done that."
"Of course you're invited. We both want you to be there" Dean said quickly, much to Peaches delight. "We're still working on the details, but it's going to happen sooner than later" Dean explained as he smiled at Sam.
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"I'm sure I've lost some of my hearing in my right ear" Dean told Sam as he rubbed at it.
"Well, Peaches was sure excited when she heard our news. I'm sure they heard her scream in the next block" Sam laughed as he took Dean's hand to hold.
They were walking back to the car, after delivering the sandwiches they had made earlier to the shelter. Dean had introduced Sam to the volunteers at the shelter and he had been warmly received and welcomed.
Sam stopped in front of a copy shop before they reached the Impala. They were advertising an incredibly good deal on photo duplications.
"Do you think we could get two extra copies made?" Sam asked Dean as he fished the photo that Wayne had taken of them the previous evening out of his shirt pocket.
"Of course, Sammy" Dean said as he led Sam into the store. Flicking the rain off the umbrella, Dean followed Sam to the counter.
"Whoa, I haven't seen a film picture like this in ages" the man behind the counter exclaimed as he held the photo up.
"How many copies do you want?"
"Two please" Sam responded.
"That's a real nice picture of you both" the man said before heading into the back room to make the requested copies.
As they waited for the photo duplications they stood close together, simply smiling at each other. They had it bad for each other, that was for sure.
After paying for the work and pocketing the plastic protected photos, they headed back out.
Sam put them on the dashboard of the Impala, to keep them safe from the rain and to take into the house later.
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The bank wasn't busy and they got served right away. Unbeknownst to Sam, Dean had brought him in to get him signed on as joint owner on his, now their, bank account. The teller completed the paperwork and gave Sam his debit card for the co-account, with instructions. It did her heart good to see two people so much in love. She wished them well.
Dean had wanted to do this for Sam for awhile now, but earlier at the copy centre had shown him how important it was. Sam needed to have access to money if he needed or wanted something.
"Dean, you didn't have to do this" Sam said a few minutes later as they were standing in front of the ATM machine. "I know I didn't Sam, but I wanted too. What's mine is yours, babe. There is not a lot in the account and probably never will be, but we'll always have enough to get by" Dean re-assured.
Sam pulled Dean into his arms and clutched him tightly. "Thank you."
"Anytime, baby."
"Now, let's get you all set-up with your secret – muhahahaha – number" Dean stage-whispered.
Sam stood with the card in his hand, unsure of what to do. He looked shyly at Dean and Dean's heart tumbled down to his stomach with that protective feeling.
Taking the card from Sam's offered hand, Dean inserted it into the machine, helped Sam choose a pin number and then explained step-by-step the features of how to use the debit card.
Dean then got Sam to try it out by asking him to withdraw some money. Sam went to give the money to Dean, but Dean put up his hand. "That's for you, Sammy and remember to use the card whenever you need too" Dean said, driving home the point that what was his was now Sam's.
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"One more stop and then let's have lunch" Dean declared as they walked into the key store.
Dean approached the worker and set down two keys. "I'd like to have four of this one made and two of this one please" he said, indicating which was which.
It didn't take the clerk long to cut the requested keys. They, along with the originals were returned to Dean in a small envelope.
After paying the clerk, they headed back out into the rain. This time, there was no umbrella and they just took their time, rambling back to the car at a leisurely pace, hands rubbing against each other.
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"Here Sammy, these are for you" Dean said later as they sat in the back of the Impala having lunch. It was just the two of them, alone together, on a rainy, rainy day, inside the Impala, which was parked in a deserted lot.
Sam looked down at the two keys residing in his palm and then back at Dean.
"One's for our house and the other for the Impala" Dean explained and smiled. "I got an extra house key for Johnny and then extras made for the house and the Impala in case we need them."
Moving closer to Dean, Sam stroked at his shoulders and chest, before throwing himself against a startled Dean and holding on tight.
"Hey, Sammy" Dean consoled and Sam just hugged him tighter. Dean ran his hands under Sam's hoodie and shirt and felt the warm flesh against his fingertips.
"Thank you, babe" Sam whispered against his ear.
"You're welcome, Sammy" Dean soothed.
Leaning Sammy back he took in the dear face looking at him. "You okay?"
Sam's eyes watered. "I am."
Dean quickly reached down and unwrapped the tin foiled covered sandwiches that they had made earlier before leaving the house and popped open the two juice bottles. He gave one each to Sam and then leaned him back and snuggled him close.
Carding his hand through the tousled locks he held this precious life to him. "I was thinking of asking Johnny to be my best man. I was going to ask him when he comes home."
Sam swallowed the last of his sandwich, finished off his drink and then wrapped his arms around Dean's waist.
"I'm marrying the most wonderful and loving man in the world" Sam breathed. "The way you love both Johnny and me and take such good care of us...it...it" Sam didn't finish. He buried his face against Dean's chest.
"Sam...Sammy...I know, I get it and I feel the same way. I don't think I was really living until you and then Johnny came into my life" Dean whispered into the soft strands of Sam's hair.
Dean's stomach growled for the second time that day and brought laughter forth once again.
Sam looked up at Dean and then kissed him, not once but twice, before handing him the remaining sandwich and juice.
"When I get you home, I want to give you a bath and a rub down. Interested?" Sam asked mischievously as he watched the colour in Dean's cheeks turn considerably brighter.
"Bring it on, babe!"
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"Lose something?" Sam asked as he watched Dean root around in the hall cupboard after they got home.
"Found it" Dean called back as he stood up and handed Sam a small bag, which contained the jasmine and patchouli ribboned bath bomb he had purchased the day before.
"This smells wonderful. Thank you" Sam said as he snagged Dean around the neck and drew him in for a kiss.
"Let's use it now" Sam suggested as he slipped the bath bomb into his pocket and then began to undress Dean. Satisfied once his man was naked, Sam looked at Dean with admiration. "You're one hot guy" he exclaimed and watched Dean flush. "You feel really good too" Sam continued on as he moved against Dean and ran his hands over the warm flesh while mouthing at his neck.
"My turn" Dean exhaled as he undressed Sam and then locked his arms around Sam's lower back drawing him up good and close. Their bodies fit together well and curved in all the right places, like pieces of a puzzle.
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"C'mon Sammy, come in with me, there's plenty of room" Dean coaxed as Sam ran the facecloth over his body. "Oh, and what do we have here?" Sam grinned as he ran the cloth over and under Dean's dick, causing Dean to lurch up and send water and bubbles scattering. The melt-able ribbons contained in the bath treat were leaving multi-coloured lines across his body.
"Sammy...please" Dean inhaled.
Sam couldn't resist. He stood up and went to climb in the tub when Dean laid a wet and warm hand on his thigh. Sam's full arousal was impossible to miss.
Moving to his knees and wetting his lips, Dean leaned forward and engulfed Sam, taking him deep into his mouth and sucking hard. Placing one hand on Sam's hip and the other at the base of Sam's cock, Dean licked and sucked and rubbed until Sam was dizzy and lost in a simmering haze of ecstasy.
Sam tried to call out a warning to Dean, but shudders trembled through him as he came in deep spasms. Bracing himself by holding onto Dean's shoulders, Sam thrust forward and Dean took him fully.
"Fuck. Holy shit" Sam yelled as he rode out his release. Dean slowly unlatched himself from Sam and wiped his mouth and chin. Tugging Sammy into the oversized tub, he positioned Sam between his legs and chest to back.
Sam was full of that wonderful afterglow that results from such a powerful release. Dean held him and hummed to him as the bubbles burst and the water turned cool.
Two wrinkled and multi-coloured bodies finally decided to make their way out of the tub. Drying each other off, they headed for their room, with Sam bringing along the moisturizer that Dean and Johnny had given him before.
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As promised, Sam gave Dean the rub down of a life time. Dean was on his stomach and Sam was straddling him as he finished rubbing the lotion into Dean's back, with strong hands and firm strokes. Muscle masses were reduced to jelly and Dean felt himself floating with relaxation.
Sam felt strangely invigorated and couldn't believe he was hard again so soon after such a climax earlier. But, he was and Dean felt it too.
"Let's try it again, Sammy" Dean mumbled.
"We're gonna take this nice and slow" Sam said as he undid the lube and squeezed out a substantial amount onto himself and his fingers.
Kneeling now between Dean's legs, Sam began working his way over the now familiar area that was Dean, working two fingers in and then a third. He kept them there before beginning to slowly thrust them in and out. Dean raised himself up to his hands and knees.
"Sam" he groaned and Sam could see Dean's arousal. Removing his fingers and silencing Dean's protests, Sam reached under Dean and wrapped his hand over Dean's throbbing cock, rubbing the tip with his lube soaked fingers over and over until Dean spilled hot and fast over his fingers and the sheets underneath him.
Sam kept his fingers on Dean and helped him through the comedown with generous light stroking. Once Dean got his breath back he turned and looked over his shoulder and smiled his thanks and encouragement to Sam.
Slowly, Dean felt Sam probing at his entrance and took a deep breath. Sam was now holding his own dick and slowly entering Dean. It was so tight and the more Dean clenched around him the harder Sammy was finding it to get oxygen.
With Dean spreading his knees just that necessary inch wider, it allowed Sammy to move past the tight coil of muscle and enter Dean completely. He was now fully sheathed within Dean.
"Okay babe?" Sam questioned as his body took over and he began to thrust.
"Okay" Dean confirmed as the burning lessened and he got use to the fullness of Sam within him.
Sam's hands were on each of Dean's hips and his thrusts were becoming more desperate.
Dean felt it first and believed that to his dying day, he would always remember that first flush of wet heat in him, as he felt Sam stiffen and come, with sensation after sensation and such breathtaking intimacy that Dean knew he would never be the same.
Exhausted and wrung out, Dean steadied himself as Sam fell over him, felt his heartbeat through his own chest and then Sam slowly pulling out and rolling off, coming to lay beside him and pulling Dean into his arms, holding him, cradling him and loving him.
"How are you doing?" Sam wanted to know as he nuzzled Dean's sweat soaked scalp.
"Never better, Sammy" Dean replied honestly as he linked their hands together, fingers entwined and palms flat. "How about you?"
"It was beyond my wildest dreams" Sam sighed contentedly as Dean turned in his arms to face him and curve his body tighter in a lovers hug.
It was the moments after the loving that filled them both up, when the drive towards completion had been realized and they could snuggle against each other, stroke each other and engulf each other in their love.
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Sam startled awake with the pain between his shoulder blades. Dean was asleep in his arms and Sam didn't want to wake him by moving, but he couldn't help it. He needed to sit up.
"Sammy?" Dean slurred.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you" Sam apologized through clenched teeth.
Dean was fully awake now and turned on the light. Sam was now sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands.
"Hey...Sammy...you okay?" Dean asked in alarm and grew even more concerned when Sam turned to face him and he saw his pale and pain pinched face.
"I have this freaking pain between my shoulder blades. Do you think you can rub it for me?" Sam moaned.
Dean rubbed the area and then finally the one spot that Sam indicated hurt the most. Dean kept rubbing and rubbing and it seemed to help.
"You're so cold, babe" Dean said later as he helped Sam get comfortable against a mountain of pillows and wrapped him up in blankets. Sam had tried to lay down but the pain came back. The elevated position the pillows offered reduced the discomfort.
Sam was scared. Dean was scared. They kept the light on.
At Sam's insistence, Dean laid down. He pretended to fall asleep. His mind was racing with all sorts of thoughts. Finally, he heard a small switch in Sam's breathing and sat up.
"Calm down...calm down" Dean was screaming internally to himself as he stared at Sam. The blanket had fallen down and Dean's whole gaze fixated on Sam's scar, the one that curved around his heart and onto his back.
Sam opened his eyes and looked at Dean.
"Do you think we could go for a drive?" Sam smiled weakly.
"Anywhere you want, baby. You just tell me" Dean responded as he gently brushed a stray strand of hair off of Sam's forehead.
"The hospital."
To be continued.
