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Hope is the Thing with Feathers

Chapter 11

Is It Love or Lust?

From Chapter 10

Finally he and Sam stood and waited for the room to clear. The pedestals were empty and dark. Dean took the Kurd knife with him but everything else, including the locked curse box, was secured within the room and the doors locked. Dan Applegate was on post outside the doors and so Sam and Dean headed upstairs to bed.

Tonight was their last scheduled night at the Gladstone. Tomorrow there were serious decisions to be made.

Ringaround the rosey
A pocket full of posey
Ashes ashes
We all fall down

Chapter 11

Once inside their room Dean dropped heavily on his desk chair. He yawned and stretched. His extended hands bumped into something warm, yielding and yet firm behind him. It was Sam. Dean leaned his head over the back of his chair and looked at his lover upside down.

Sam smiled down at the blonde's laughing eyes then, taking hold of Dean's shoulders kissed those sweet plush lips.

"Pretty proud of yourself, are you, Princess?' Sam teased.

Dean smiled even more broadly but still upside down, looking goofy. "You told me I had to make enough money to keep you in style. You can thank Abraham Lincoln for your next fancy dinner, sweetheart."

Sam grinned back. "How about a late night snack, Princess?"

"You talking about food?' Dean grinned back and wiggled his eyebrows.

Sam laughed again. "Yes, I'm talking about food, you pervert. I was thinking about maybe some ice cream and cake. Come to think of it, I bet eating ice cream off your belly would taste pretty good."

Dean slouched down and slid out from under Sam's hands. "Sounds sticky." He stood and backed away from the larger man.

"What's the matter, Princess?" Sam stepped into Dean's space and wrapped his arms around the blonde, pinning Dean's arms to his sides. "I bet I could find a lot of places on your body that I could use as an ice cream dish." Sam leaned in and ran his tongue lightly around the shell of his inamorato's ear. Dean shivered and jerked his head away.

"Calm down, Man Mountain," he snorted while pulling his head away. "We have to decide what happens tomorrow."

"What's important about tomorrow?" Sam breathed heavily into the side of Dean's face and sucked an ear lobe in between his teeth. He could feel Dean shiver all the way down his back. A light bite and Dean's knees started to buckle.

"Stop that," Dean huffed and jerked his head away again.

"Oh, giving orders, are we?" Sam whispered. "You know what happens when you start breaking the rules like that."

Dean smiled that secret smile again and put his arms around Sam's neck. "We definitely have to talk about tomorrow Sam. You're just trying to distract me."

"I don't know, Pretty. What's so important about tomorrow that it's getting in the way of right now?" Sam pulled his lover in for a long, hard kiss. After pulling away and giving Dean enough time to catch his breath Sam went on. "Am I distracting you enough yet? I think it's past time for you to get out of those clothes."

"If I start striping now we'll never talk." Dean pouted. He stepped back out of Sam's reach and put out a arm. "Look, tomorrow I'm heading back to New York. Do you want to come with me or not? We have to make the connecting flight from Raleigh-Durham to New York by three. It's a long ride to the little regional airport to catch the private plane into the major airport so we have to make up our minds tonight. Andy has to arrange the extra tickets; there are arrangements to make. We can't just roll out of bed by noon tomorrow and figure it all out then."

Sam retreated to their favorite rose colored armchair in front of the window and looked out into the night.

Dean stopped talking and went to his lover. Standing between Sam and the window Winchester reached out to run his fingers lightly down Sam's face. Same turned Dean's hand and kissed the palm then guided Dean to stand between his open legs. Dean responded by leaning forward and bracing his hands on the chair back then pressing a kiss on Sam's lips. The longer the kiss went on the further down Dean sunk until he was on his knees, trapped between his lover's legs and holding on. When their lips separated Dean leaned in and laid his head against Sam,

"What's wrong, Sam?" Dean asked quietly. "Am I really just an easy weekend lay? Is it over?"

Sam wrapped one arm around his lover and used the other hand to tilt Dean's face up so that he could look into his eyes. "Dean, it may have started out as an easy lay. We both know now that it has become something more." Sam kissed Dean softly then rubbed his thumb along Dean's jaw line.

"I'm sure as hell going with you. Now that I've found you I'm not going to let you out of my sight. Who knows what you'd get up to or who you'd get up to, you slut. We have some logistics to deal with, like getting someone to drive my car to New York and so on. A guy's got to think of these things before deciding to run off in a completely irresponsible manner with a hot piece he picked up over the weekend. "

Sam reached around and grabbed Dean's ass with both hands. "Now get up off your knees, as good as you look like that, and get your clothes off. I don't want to ruin your beautiful green shirt ripping it off you." Sam let go.

Dean was so happy and relieved that Sam was sticking with him that he decided to do a nice strip tease for his guy. He turned up the hotel's soft elevator music and began with that pretty green shirt. Humming to himself he slowly unbuttoned, fully aware of Sam's eyes following his every move. While working the buttons on the sleeves he kicked off his shoes. Dropping the shirt over the back of the chair he leaned into Sam's mouth and was rewarded with flicks of that talented tongue on his nipples. Sam's hands spanned his waist and long fingers worked his belt loose.

Soon his slacks were sliding down his legs followed by his boxers. Once they were on the floor he kicked them away and was naked in front of a fully clothed Sam. He climbed on his lover's lap. God, but he loved this chair. It fit them both so perfectly. Just as soon as he got home they were going to get one in the apartment, right in front of the big window. He wanted to flash all of New York. He hoped they would enjoy the show because he knew he would.

Sam leaned his head back and studied the naked man in his lap. Dean was so perfect, so beautiful. The Hunter stroked his lover's cheek, kissed the soft, enticing lips and then pushed Dean back on to his feet.

"What do you want, Sam?" Dean asked, confused at being pushed away.

"I just want to look at you for a while. You are amazing." Sam's eyes might be glazed over with lust but he still could see that his lover was a creature of eldritch beauty. Moonlight glided Dean's skin with shadow and ridge. The collar reflected the moonlight and the Peridot glowed faintly. The thin slave chain now hung freely. Released from the confines of a shirt it hung in a delicate curve from the collar latch to the ring on Dean's left hand.

Sam shivered and stood up, holding out his hand for Dean to take. Sam led his lover over to the bed. Dean climbed on, lay back at his ease and watched attentively as Sam began to strip.

Dean just as eagerly stared up at Sam, following each discarded piece of clothing as it hit the floor. The more skin uncovered, the greater Dean's smile grew. He licked his lips looking very much like a cat anticipating dinner. He extended his arm; the fingers just touched Sam's bare leg.

Sam was pleased that Dean seemed to be as fascinated by Sam's body as Sam was fascinated by Dean's. Sam watched as Dean's cock filled and rose. He smiled even more broadly when Dean began to play with his own dick, stroking it lightly.

Finally Sam decided to stop teasing and pressed a knee into the mattress. Leaning forward he captured Dean's lips again. Dean responded by wrapping his arms around Sam's neck and attempting to tug the larger man down.

Finally Sam moved, pushing Dean's legs open with his knees and trapping Dean's hands against the mattress. He leaned in, kissing the blonde while using a knee to massage Dean's crotch. After a long, deep kiss Sam grabbed one of the fat, firm pillows, wrapped an arm around Dean's waist, lifted and shoved the pillow under Dean's ass, raising it up into a more exposed position.

The lube was still on the bedside table. Sam straightened up and sat back on his heels as he reached for the bottle. He slathered it on his fingers all the while looking down at his displayed lover. Dean laid quietly, hands hidden under his pillow. His body was laid out like an offering for his lover to use as he pleased.

Submission burned in Dean's belly just as aggression burned in Sam. Sam's arm was around Dean's waist again as Sam lifted his ass and pressed a long finger past Dean's ring of muscle, opening Dean's body. The second finger followed very quickly and Dean moaned and lifted his knees off the bed. Sam rocked Dean's body and spread his fingers, adding yet another until he felt that the submissive was ready. Sam's dick was leaking and ready for action. Dena had his face buried into one of his own arms. When Sam pushed his dick into the tight, silky channel Dean whimpered and tossed his head back and forth.

Sam held on and pulled Dean's body down harshly. "Like that, do you?" he murmured to his thrashing lover

"Wrap your legs around me, Dean. Hold on tight." Sam ordered then leaned forward on to his hands and gradually built up into a nearly brutal rhythm. .

With every thrust Dean slid up on the bed then followed Sam's cock on the down stroke. Finally Sam fell forward onto Dean and curled his arms under Dean's armpits, wrapped his hands over Dean's shoulders and braced Dean's body for more leverage. The bed thumped and the noise of their coupling filled the room.

Dean's cock was trapped between their bodies and getting all the stimulation Dean could take. He kept his hands compliantly under his pillow. It was not the submissive's job to take any kind of a lead. His job was to lay there and take whatever he was given. Finally the heat in his belly was building up into an explosion and he knew he could not hold on much longer. He began to murmur Sam's name over and over as a warning that he was going to blow. He felt Sam's laugh deep in his belly.

"Don't you worry lover," Sam managed to gasp out. "I'm right there."

Sam' body gave warning as his stokes began to falter and that was all that Dean needed. They hit the wall together, grabbing on tight and burying themselves in each other. Dean actually screamed with his release while Sam went with a series of deep grunts.

After some passage of time; minutes, hours, eternities, they both came back to Earth.

Sam rolled off. Dean dropped his hands back onto his pillow.

"Wow," Dean said quietly and reached out for Sam's body. Sam patted his wandering hand.

"You can say that for me too, Winchester. You are one hell of a lay. I think I'm going to keep you."

Dean laughed. "Really? You think you're going to keep me, do you? Just how are you going to do that? You could buy a leash for my collar, I suppose."

Sam rolled up on his side and traced Dean's sweaty face with a light finger.

"I've been thinking more about a ring for your finger." Sam replied.

Dean froze. "Is that a proposal, Sam?"

"it certainly is, Princess. As they have said for centuries I intend to make an honest woman out of you."

The end

A/N: My original concept for this story was the three night auction as a framework for two damaged people to find each other. I always intended to end the story after the third night. The support for the story has been most encouraging but unless I get a lot of requests to follow these guys back to New York and detail the eventual wedding I am going to called this Complete. If you have a different opinion, leave a review and let me know what you would like me to do.

Lee J.

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