Chapter 12

Sam was awoken by an evil demon, which attacked him in his sleep.

'Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!' the demon yelled as he jumped up and down on Sam's bed, while of course, Sam was still in it.

Sam grabbed the demon's feet and pulled them out from under him, the demon spawn went down with a shriek.

'Ow Sam that hurt! I'm telling Mom!' the demon child yelled.

Sam's door slammed open and Sam's fifteen year old sleep tussled and pissed off sister stood there glaring at them.

'For Christ sake Ben it's fucking six in the morning!' Missy snarled. Sam had to admit sometimes his sister even scared him.

'Mom! Missy used the F word!' the ten year old boy screamed.

'Daddy!' Missy screamed 'Ben's telling lies again.'

'I am not!' Ben shouted.

'I hate brothers,' Missy cursed.

'What did I do?' Sam asked innocently.

'Well I hate sisters with bad hair,' Ben argued and stuck out his tongue.

'You're a terd.' She glared and walked away. Ben turned back to Sam and giggled.

'I don't suppose I'll be getting a present out of her?' Sam asked his little brother.

'She'd probably give you something girly anyway,' Ben shrugged 'I'd get you something awesome but I don't have any money.'

'That's alright little man, in future you can grant me the present of a sleep in. It's this magical thing where you sleep, until you have to wake up, instead of two hours earlier.' Sam drawled.

'I know what a sleep in is, I'm not an idiot,' Ben glared.

'That's up for debate,' Sam laughed.

'Whatever, I made you breakfast in bed,' Ben dug out a chocolate bar and presented it to Sam.

'Yum, a Ben Breakfast in Bed,' Sam exclaimed and grabbed his brother while the younger desperately fought him off.

'No! Not a Ben Breakfast!' Ben shrieked.

Sam grabbed his brother's fingers and made a show of pulling them toward his mouth.

'Mm finger sandwiches,' Sam teased and bared his teeth.

'Mommy!' Ben yelled and laughed. Sam let him go and Ben scurried away, running toward the door.

'Ben!' Sam called out and Ben turned back 'Thanks for the breakfast.'

'Happy Birthday Sam,' Ben wished and ran down stairs.

Sam came down for a proper breakfast and was fussed over by the parents, and once again sat through the prattle about childhood stories and previous birthdays. When his father announced it was present time, Sam was surprised when his mother and father lead him outside and to his car.

'Happy Birthday Sam,' his Dad beamed and opened the car door. His mom smiled sweetly when Sam looked inside his car and his mouth dropped.

'Holy Crap,' Sam gaped.

'The guy at the electronics store said the sound system was top of the line.' Caleb informed as Sam set his favourite radio stations 'I had John, that guy that fixed up your car the last time, install it for me. He's a good guy, gave me a real fair price.'

Sam nearly choked on his own air, if only his dad knew…Sam also made a mental check to have Dean check out the installation later…just to be on the safe side…maybe check the brakes as well.

'I figured since you can't play loud music at home long enough without Missy starting to scream, you could at least be a teenager with your blaring music in your own car,' Caleb shrugged.

'Wow Dad, thanks, both of you, thanks a lot,' Sam included his mom as well.

'You're welcome,' Ellen added 'Just don't have it turned up when you're driving, you won't be able to hear anything. Which is driving without one of your senses, you stay safe.'

'Yeah Mom,' Sam nodded 'I will.'

'Have a good day today, and have fun with the guys tonight.' Caleb directed as he headed to his own car to leave for work.

'Just not too much fun, you've all got a game tomorrow,' Ellen started.

'Yeah Mom, I know, don't worry,' Sam hopped into his car and turned on the ignition before she could continue her driving safe/good behaviour/responsibility lecture.

'See you tomorrow,' Sam waved and shut the car door.

'Have a great day sweetheart,' Ellen waved.

The guys were all waiting for Sam in the car park and very much enjoyed fucking up Sam's birthday present. He received the usual guy presents, condoms and booze, as well as money and nothing at all.

'I figured being called my friend was honour enough man,' Anson patted Sam's back 'Wouldn't want you to get a big head now.'

'Coming from you that means a whole lot of bull shit,' Jake cut in.

'Andy handed Sam a birthday card eagerly with a toothy grin. Sam opened it happily, $100 nearly fell out and so did Sam's tongue.

'Andy…dude, you really didn't have to do this,' Sam gaped 'I'd have been over the moon with a twenty,'

'Yeah well,' Andy shrugged awkward under the eyes of judgemental friends around them. 'You really helped me out with…the thing, which is going really, really great now…really great. So don't be a pussy and take advantage of my good mood.'

'Help huh?' Anson asked with a smirk 'You given my brother a little blue ball soothing in the showers there Sam boy?'

'Fuck you man,' Andy shoved him.

'Hey there ain't nothing wrong with that,' Tommy argued 'I give the same kind of help to Scotty all the time, right Scotty?'

Scott jumped away when Tom's hand ran up his side.

'Dude too far,' Scott laughed 'Now if you don't mind I'm gonna go have some masculine, hot straight sex. Lots of hot straight sex.'

Scott hurried over toward the school.

'He's so my bitch,' Tom winked and they laughed.

'Sam dude, you sure you can't come out with us tonight? Celebrate your birthday with style?' Anson asked and locked Sam's car door.

'You mean by doing basically nothing, drinking too much, throwing up and streaking through public property?' Jake clarified

'That's it man.' Anson nodded.

'Sorry guys, family wants to do traditional birthday cake, pansy bonding stuff. My hands are tied.' Sam sighed.

'Ah well, all the more strippers for me,' Anson smirked and chucked Sam his keys back.

Sam's Ancient History class was in the library, getting some study time for their essays. Sam's was on Ancient Roman warfare, just because those guys kicked ass. Sam got up from his table and went to collect a book he saw earlier on roman weaponry when once again a yet to be identified person grabbed him from behind and yanked him into what appeared to be some sort of unused very dark room. It was filled with books, Sam got the distinct impression most students weren't allowed to look at. Probably curriculum the teachers followed for their classes.

So Sam was dragged inside the dark, dusty and rather humid room, by Dean, Sam had no doubt; and dragged along by the hand past two rows of bookshelves, to be pushed back against a wall. Sam fought the strong familiarity of déjà vu.

'Hey Sammy,' hot breath gushed along Sam's neck.

'God am I the popular one today,' Sam stated and turned his head to try and find Dean's eyes.

'We're not alone in the hall Dean, isn't this kind of risky?' Sam asked.

'That's what makes it fun,' Dean pressed up against Sam, making the younger boy whimper as Dean pressed his thigh between Sam's legs, Dean's own aroused cock pressing into Sam's side.

'And here I thought that since I'm legally of age to fuck whoever and whenever I want now, that you'd no longer be interested in me,' Sam teased and rocked with Dean as they rubbed together slowly, loving the build up of pleasure, not rush to get anywhere at that moment 'Isn't that what makes it fun? Fucking someone young and eager, unable to control his teenage hormones?'

Dean covered Sam's mouth with his palm silencing him.

'First off, you were seventeen dude, in some states you would have been legal a year before I met you.' Dean pointed out 'Secondly when you say whoever and whenever you better only have one person in mind…and not Brad Pitt,'

Sam couldn't talk so only rolled his eyes to show Dean that his teacher knew full well the person Sam wanted to fuck around with.

'And lastly,' Dean continued 'Just cause you're a year older, doesn't mean you're not any less eager or have any control at all over your hormones.'

Dean squeezed Sam's cock through his trousers to prove his point. Sam's hips bucked at the sudden forceful touch.

'So Birthday Boy, what is it that you want?' Dean asked 'a pony?'

Sam opened his mouth under Dean's palm and licked a long stripe on the salty sweetness of Dean's skin while he undid the front of his own pants. Sam stared straight into Dean's eyes challengingly.

'Alright then,' Dean grinned and pushed his hand inside Sam's pants and pressed his wet palm against Sam's throbbing cock. Sam's legs buckled and Dean pressed him harder against the wall to keep the young guy on his feet. Dean pumped Sam's erection as he continued to rub his own against Sam's thigh. Both were panting and flushed as the unbearable heat scorched through them. Dean bent forward and pressed a kiss to Sam's forehead.

'Happy Birthday,' he murmured against Sam's brow and bent down placing another on Sam's right cheekbone 'Happy Birthday,' Dean placed another on Sam's nose 'Happy Birthday.'

Sam bent his head up and captured Dean's lips devotedly. The kiss was hot and dominative to Dean's complete surprise; Sam was fighting for control of the kiss. Sam grabbed Dean by the nape of his neck and forced Dean deeper into the kiss. Dean was so fucking turned on his pre come was staining his shorts. If Sam kept acting like this, kissing like this, oh god, touching Dean like that with such demand and control, Dean wouldn't be able to hold out on giving Sam his birthday present. And oh god did Dean want to give Sam his present. But right now, in the library, was really not the time, so in an act of desperation Dean increased the speed and pressure of his grip of Sam's cock and thumbed the slit skilfully. Sam faltered enough for Dean to pull away from the kiss and refocus attention on sucking on Sam's neck.

Dean lost himself in the familiar and fucking mouth-watering taste of Sam and sweat. He forced open Sam's shirt and sucked and nipped at Sam's chest. Sam was so close to the edge, he could feel himself almost there, when the door to the room opened and someone stepped inside. Dean froze and prayed they were hidden by the darkness and ceiling reaching book shelves. The person walked inside the room and studied one of the book shelves. They walked slowly around the corner looking over the shelf between the mystery person and Sam and Dean. Dean nearly panicked when a head appeared between a gap in the books. The light clear enough that Dean recognised her face. He watched her closely and prayed her eyes didn't settle on them. She selected a book from the shelf and moved out of sight, before the room was once again dark as the door was shut behind her.

'Holy crap,' Sam breathed out and gave a shaky laugh.

'That is why I hate god damn librarians,' Dean grumbled and squeezed Sam's flaccid member 'they're a god damn turn off.'

Sam laughed and pulled away from the wall.

'We'll finish later,' Sam promised and did up his pants.

'Yeah,' Dean sighed 'Too bad you're doing the whole family bonding thing tonight…or are you hanging out with the guys, I'm confused.'

Sam hit Dean in the stomach teasingly.

'So pizza and beer at my place sound good?' Dean asked.

'Sounds perfect,' Sam beamed.

'Maybe we could even play a round of that strip pool you mentioned last time,' Dean winked.

Sam's gym class underwent subject change. They were diving for the next month, which was awesome because Dean was taking the class. Which meant Dean would be also be diving. Which meant Dean would be half naked and wet. Of course this meant the entire class would be drooling over Sam's boyfriend. Since Jess and Sam officially broke up Dean had seemed to open up to him…as much as Dean could anyway. They were addicted to one another. They couldn't stop staring, stop touching, stop hot mouths tasting and cocks rubbing and then Sam would be bent over something while Dean sank into him and slowly fucked away Sam's mind. Okay, so maybe Sam being around a wet half naked Dean in front of an entire class wasn't such a fantastic idea. Still Sam was looking forward to it because he knew almost everyone in his class wanted Dean, and only Sam could have him. Sam was the only one being bent over and fucked senseless, Sam was the only one to put up with Dean's terrible crude jokes, Sam was the only one that Dean went…a little crazy over when he thought he was going to lose him, and Sam was the only one to see Dean fucked out and glowing with sweat and bliss like tranquillity.

Sam came out of the bathroom in his swim trunks and sports shirt. He headed back to the indoor swimming pool where Dean and the rest of the class were gathered. Dean was wearing his red assistant coach shirt he always looked so damn gorgeous in and his own swim trunks. He was barefoot like the rest of them and Sam tried not to think about that morning and what they never finished. The guys were already there, all but the exception of Andy, only they were without their shirts and flirting obviously with the girls.

'Sam you fucking girl, what took you so long?' Anson asked.

'He had to change his tampon,' Scott joked. Sam wound up his towel and snapped it on Scott's ass who shrieked and jumped back. The guys laughed as Scott rubbed his ass.

'Sam I know I'm dead sexy,' Scott pouted 'But could you perhaps try to show some restraint?'

'That's not what you said last night,' Tommy grinned and Scott gawked while the others laughed.

'Asshole,' Scott muttered.

'Lighten up dude,' Tommy shrugged and winked 'I'll make it up to you later.'

'Alright guys,' Dean slapped his hands together 'Gather round for a minute so we can go over the basic dive. Be sure to take the board carefully. It's slippery and if you're behaving like an idiot you can do yourself real harm. Of course, I'm not speaking to all of you when I say this. Mostly I'm just speaking to Anson.'

'Thanks coach,' Anson lifted his hand. Dean's attention was caught.

'Anson what the hell is that?'

Anson looked down at his chest and flicked the piercing through his nipple.

'It's my lovin' tugger,' Anson wagged his eyebrows.

'Dude only queers have nipple rings,' Scott laughed.

'Then how come you don't have one, sunshine?' Anson put on a high voice.

'Sorry Anson, you'll have to take it out,' Dean interrupted 'for hygiene and sanitary reasons.'

'No problem,' Anson shrugged and took it out.

'No one else has any piercings, do they?' Dean asked.

'Isn't that kind of obvious?' Tommy asked 'do you really have to ask?'

'What about…in places that are covered?' Dean tried to phrase without sounding like a dirty perverted teacher.

'Care to check coach?' Anson batted his eyelashes.

'I'll do you if you do me?' Sam offered and smirked at Dean's surprised face. The guys laugh at the apparent joke.

Dean cleared his throat and ran his hand through his hair. Sam recognised the habit and smirked knowing Dean was just a little flustered by Sam's offer.

'Alright enough of that strip down to your bathers and gather round the left board for a demonstration.' Dean instructed and walked the group over to the diving board. Sam stayed behind and shrugged off his shirt before hurrying back over.

'Hey Sam stop girlying about and-Holy shit!' Jake cut himself off. The guys all turned around to see what had caught Jake's attention. Sam suddenly felt very self conscious when his team mates starting gawking at him with looks of awe, envy and surprise.

'Dude I don't know what kind of chick marked you up like that,' Anson stated 'But I want her number.'

Panic shot through Sam as he remembered his and Dean's rendezvous in the library. Sure enough when Sam looked down to examine it, he found dark claim staking hickies scattered on his chest and throat.

'Aw crap,' Sam sighed.

'Didn't take you long to get over your break up with Jessica huh?' Scott observed.

'Shit, she must have one hell of a fucking mouth on her,' Anson gawked 'What are the blowjobs like?'

'Fuck you,' Sam blushed a little but gave Anson a shove to cover it.

Dean looked up from his lesson plan, and slipped on the wet floor, when he spotted Sam with his signature written all over the 18 year old. The students that were actually paying attention and not ripping on Sam laughed. Dean recovered and pulled down his shirt to cover his cock pressing up against the material of his trunks.

'Dude I bet she sucks your brain our through your cock!' Anson hadn't shut up and the guys hadn't stopped laughing.

'Sam, dude,' Anson slung his arm around Sam's shoulders 'Obviously this chick is far too much for you. Think about what's best for her and her amazing mouth and pass her onto your buddy Anson.'

'I don't think I can do that Anson,' Sam sighed.

'You whipped?' Anson asked.

'No, it's just that most countries tend to frown on incest, but if you're desperate for it why don't you ask your mom when you get home from school?' Sam smirked.

'Oooooooohhhhhhh!' the guys shouted.

'That's not funny man,' Anson objected.

'That shit was fucking hilarious dude!' Tommy laughed.

'What did I tell you guys about ya mother jokes?' Anson reminded 'You don't hear me saying shit about your mama's.'

'Dude you rip on your mom all the damn time,' Jake pointed out.

'That's cause she's my mama.' Anson debated.

'I guess your mama's where you got your skills at sucking cock then huh?' Tommy asked and Anson crossed his arms.

'Fuck you Thomas!' Anson bitched.

'Yeah that's enough guys no need to rub Anson's face in the fact that his mama's a refrigerator.' Scott spoke up.

'Refrigerator?' Anson glared.

'Yeah, you know, cause of how everyone sticks their meat in her.' Scott shouted and the guys laughed.

'Fuck all you guys!' Anson sneered.

'I guess you don't want my girl's number any more huh Anson? Although technically you already know cause you both have the same-,' Sam cut himself off and bolted as Anson chased after him with a foam kickboard form a previous lesson.

'Anson! Sam!' Dean called out 'Cut that crap out and get over here.'

Sam and Anson walked back over to stand in front of Dean and the class.

'He started it,' Sam joked and Anson hit Sam not discreetly enough with the kickboard.

'Obviously you too already know how to dive in the correctly without getting too much water up your nose or landing improperly.' Dean stated and crossed his arms.

'With all due respect sir,' Sam spoke up and grinned 'It's diving from a board into some water…not exactly rocket science.'

'Alright then Sam, why don't you give us a demonstration?' Dean asked and raised an eyebrow in challenge. Sam shrugged and stepped up onto the board.

Sam put on a show. He rolled his shoulders and round up his arms. Sighed long and loud, and approached the end of the board.

'I learnt this one at the impressive age of eight, it's a very difficult and dangerous manoeuvre so please stand back,' Sam instructed. He bent at the knees and wiggled his ass at his audience, who laughed encouragingly, before Sam bolted off the board in a huge jump, brought his legs up to his chest while shouting

'CANNONBALL!'

The splash was more than impressive and when Sam surfaced Dean was pretty much soaked. Sam couldn't stop the face splitting smile off his face. He swam to the edge and pulled himself out of the wall, muscles flexing and water dripping off his body. Sam stood up and ran his fingers through his hair, and looked up at Dean from under his bangs.

'Very impressive Sam, that performance deserves clean up duty after the lesson in your own lunchtime,' Dean shutdown and the boys laughed.

'Sure thing Mr Winchester,' Sam spoke Dean's name in the dirtiest way possible. Savouring the fact that the skin of Dean's neck and what was visible of his teacher's chest were slightly flushed.

The bell for lunch sounded and everyone tore out of the pool pretty quick. Sam was left alone by the pool awaiting his punishment. He walked along the diving board and sat on the end dangling his feet toward the water. He thought about how he was finally eighteen and he was going to have the best birthday of his life. Dean had invited Sam to stay over at his place, a night at his boyfriend's place, just the two of them to do whatever they wanted for eight hours…give or take a few for sleep and recuperation. Dean came strutting back inside the pool and Sam looked over at him from his board.

'I'm ready for my punishment Mr Winchester,' Sam husked. Dean raised an eye brow at him.

'You're such a god damn smartass.' Dean bent down and picked up the pile of kickboards from Dean's lesson before Sam's. Sam stood up on the board and walked back along it to solid ground. He bent down and picked up other pool equipment the class left behind and followed Dean to the pool supply room.

'I don't know what you're talking about,' Sam denied 'I'm an angel.'

'An angel who offered to strip search me in front of the entire class,' Dean reminded and dumped the kickboards in their spot. Sam did the same.

'Are you mad at me?' Sam asked and pouted.

Dean locked the supply room behind them and they headed back to the pool.

'No, it just wasn't that funny of a joke,' Dean sulked.

'Who said I was joking?' Sam wagged his eyebrows.

'God damn smartass,' Dean shook his head.

'Oh please, you're just cut because I got to you in front of a classroom of people when it's usually the other way around.' Sam clarified 'You need to stop being such a wet blanket.'

'I'm a wet blanket?' Dean stood offended at the side of the pool.

'Lucky for you I can fix that,' Sam smirked and then broke out in a full run toward Dean, too shocked to move. Sam tackled Dean full on and they both tumbled in the air before crashing into the pool. Sam surfaced laughing and Dean surfaced with a playful scowl.

'Real mature,' Dean remarked and splashed Sam 'This is my work shirt asshole.'

'Serves you right for being a wet blanket on my birthday,' Sam splashed back.

'Oh god please tell me that you're not one of those people who thinks that just because it's their birthday everything should go their way and everyone should bow down to meet their wishes.' Dean rolled his eyes.

'Damn right,' Sam beamed and swam closer to Dean.

Dean didn't go anywhere when Sam cupped the back of his head and brushed his wet lips against Dean's. Dean immediately parted his lips and let Sam's tongue stroke against his own. Dean bent his head so Sam could kiss deeper. Sam reached for Dean and immediately fell under the water, he surfaced coughing and spluttering while Dean laughed his ass off.

'You gotta use your arms to keep yourself a float moron!' Dean mocked. Sam splashed Dean embarrassed.

'Thanks, I'll try to remember that,'

'Come on then,' Dean swam away from him.

'Wait, where are you going?' Sam asked a little hurt.

'You don't have to keep afloat in the shallow end dude, and right now I really need to touch you,' Dean smirked and slowly floated on his back, arms pushing the water so he was inching toward the shallows. Sam grinned and dove under the water, kicking hard and emerging at the end of the pool, standing on the bottom and flicking his wet bangs out of his face. Dean laughed still moving slowly toward him.

'Eager much?' Dean asked. Sam's hands disappeared under the water and the teenager made some odd awkward movements before a smirk stretched on his face as Sam lifted his board shorts up out of the water and placed them on the pool edge.

'You tell me?' Sam asked. Dean groaned and freestyled his way over to Sam. As soon as he got there he was all over Sam. Tasting and darkening the hickies marked on Sam's skin. Hands running over Sam's beautiful wet body. Sam wrapped his arms around his lover and pressed his naked form against Dean's soaked clothed body. Dean moaned and threw his head back as he began to hump against Sam. The water intensified everything and Sam was aching for it.

'Jesus,' Dean groaned as he watched Sam flushed out and thrusting against him.

'Please Dean, touch me,' Sam begged 'Don't ever stop fucking touching me.'

Dean's hands immediately grasped Sam's cock, and Sam arched and rested his head against the side of Dean's, tonguing Dean's jaw and biting at stubble.

'Aw fuck!' Dean cursed and started to stroke Sam under the water. Sam moved his hips impatiently letting himself moan and curse and whimper filth in Dean's ear. Sam shuddered and watched as Dean's hand worked him under the water.

'Harder, fuck yes, oh god so close,' Sam groaned.

'Come for me Sammy,' Dean whispered and Sam came mouth open in a silent scream, come floating away in the pool water. Sam sighed and lay back in the water with a sigh.

'Fuck Sam where'd you learn to talk like that,' Dean remarked and let his eyes rake over a glowing, wet and very naked Sam.

'You should know Dean,' Sam smirked 'It's amazing what they teach kids in school these days.'

'Still a fucking smartass,' Dean shook his head and climbed out of the pool. Sam watched him under hooded eyes.

'You don't want me to return the favour?' Sam asked.

'Save it for tonight,' Dean winked and then picked up Sam's board shorts. Sam suddenly became very nervous.

'Dean what are you doing?' Sam asked.

'Revenge baby, you're not the only one who can be a smartass,' Dean taunted.

'Dean you're not being funny,' Sam warned getting more than a little panicky.

'Now who's a wet blanket?' Dean began to walk back along the pool to the deep end. Sam swam to keep up with him in the water.

'Dean give me back my shorts,' Sam commanded.

'I'm thinking no,' Dean spoke smugly and took off his wet shirt, placing Sam's shorts on the bench well away from the pool.

'Dean I'm fucking naked! Give me my fucking shorts!' Sam glared.

'You kiss your mama with that mouth?' Dean mocked 'Oh no that's right, you suck my thick cock with it don't you?'

'Dean!' Sam growled.

'Sam,'

'I hate you right now,'

'After the amazing hand job I just gave you?'

'Right that's it!' Sam with new found confidence hauled his naked ass self out of the pool and stalked over to the bench. Dean gave no resistance as Sam reclaimed his shorts but did not yet put them on.

'Happy now?' Sam asked.

'Yeah,' Dean admitted 'I needed something to sustain me until tonight and now I get to think about how god damn sexy you are when you're pissed off and naked with water running over you from head to…head.'

Sam threw his shorts to the ground and grabbed Dean by his hips. Sam smashed their bodies together as he fucked Dean's mouth with is own. Both were still flushed and eager from the pool. Sam's hands slipped in the back of Dean's shorts to grasp at Dean's god damn gorgeous ass. Dean's hands skirted down Sam's sides toward his hips. The sound of a loud crash broke them a part from the kiss wide eyes and scared out of their wits, Sam grabbed his shorts and covered himself while Dean stood their watching the back of the intruder as they bolted from the pool leaving behind the trolley of equipment they had tipped over in their haste to leave.

'Who was it?' Sam asked. Dean shook his head, he didn't know, only saw the back of their head.

Sam noticed a now wet piece of paper on the floor a few feet from them that had not been there before. Sam bent down and picked up what their accidental witness had left behind. It was a slip from the drama teacher explaining the absence of a pupil from Sam and Dean's previous class, their bystander's name written clearly on the top of the form.

'Oh god Andy,' Sam shook.

Sam played a game of cat and mouse with Andy for the rest of the day with no success. Andy was very good at knowing where Sam would be and especially good at avoiding him. Not to mention he was particularly quick on his feet. When the bell rang signalling the end of the school day Sam tore out of class down to the car park to head Andy off at his car and try to explain everything. Sam got there in time to watch the ass of Andy's car take off through the school gates. Sam turned and headed to the library to work on one of his last assignments ever at high school. He still had over a month to go but Sam was still as much of a geek with school work as ever. Not that he focused much on the assignment he kept going over and over what had happened, kicking himself for being so god damn stupid. In the school pool? He might as well put it up on the bulletin board.

Caught with his pants down was an understatement, Sam was entirely fucking naked with his hands down Dean's pants grasping at his teacher's butt cheeks. He was so screwed. When it turned five o'clock and the library closed Sam headed out to the car park and leant back against the impala to wait for Dean. Fifteen minutes later as the sun was beginning to set, Dean emerged, heading out of the campus carrying a briefcase. He looked up at smiled at Sam.

'Hey,' Sam spoke as Dean got closer 'How'd the staff meeting go?

'As boring as ever, seemed to last a fucking eternity. Didn't help that I knew you would be waiting for me afterward, made me want to slaughter Walker for bringing up all his god damn minor policy bull shit.'

Dean reached the car and moved to kiss Sam, Sam pulled back and returned to leaning against the car.

'About today…I think we should cancel it, in case…well it would look really bad if Andy told someone and it turns out I was at your place all night and-,' Sam blabbered.

'Sammy you really need to calm down,' Dean advised.

'How the hell can you say that?!' Sam snapped 'Andy fucking saw us! Who knows what the hell he's thinking or what he's going to do. He was avoiding me all god damn day, I didn't even get a chance to explain.'

'Just give it sometime to sink in,' Dean shrugged 'It could be worse.'

'Oh really?' Sam snarled.

'Dude, Andy's your closest friend right? You really think he's gonna go around telling people that you're screwing another guy?' Dean asked.

'…I guess not,' Sam admitted.

'Just let him deal with what he saw, when he's ready he'll come to you and ask for you explain it to him'

'You think so?' Sam asked.

'Don't you?' Dean replied 'He's your friend, what do you think he would do?'

'…He's not going to tell anyone…not yet anyway, he'll want to speak to me first. But if he doesn't like…if he doesn't agree with what I'm doing, if he doesn't understand he will tell someone, most likely the principal.' Sam realised.

'Well then you better make him understand,' Dean shrugged.

'That's it?' Sam asked 'you seem so confident?'

'You'll turn him around, you got that whole "I'm an innocent little puppy with a sad past please don't be mean to me" vibe going for you. He'll be alright.' Dean grinned and unlocked his impala 'Now get in the god damn car, we had a date and this isn't going to stop it from happening.'

Sam sighed and got in the car.

'I hope you're right,'

'Of course I am, as a teacher it's a fact that I'm always right.' Dean turned on the ignition.

'I weep for the education system.'

Sarah sat across from her boyfriend, waiting very patiently as he sorted out whatever odd thoughts were going through his head, deciding what he was going to say to her, if he was going to say anything at all. Sarah's day had been fairly normal so far, school, cheerleading, homework, then she got home and received a very odd call from Andy practically begging to come over to her place for a bit. Something about life shattering realities and nosey inappropriate brothers. Sarah had of course said he could visit, when he arrived they immediately went up to her room. No one else was at home; her mother had taken off when she was too young to remember her and her Dad was at work setting up some new stuff for auction. Still, whether it was Andy's need for privacy or their habit of coming straight to Sarah's bedroom (cause that's where the bed was) they were found themselves sitting in the purple bedroom starring into space. Once in her room Andy had spent all of fifteen minutes just sitting on Sarah's chair mentally debating with himself. Finally Andy seemed to make a decision as he made eye contact with his girlfriend.

'Okay, I have to say something…get something off my chest. But it's a secret, a fucking huge secret. Not about me, but I still need you to swear not to tell anyone.' Andy set forth.

'Of course,' Sarah nodded.

'Not a fucking word to anyone, especially your peppy gossip mongering freak friends,' Andy pressured.

'Okay! I promise,' Sarah swore 'Just…tell me what's bothering you.'

'I saw…Sam was…,' Andy tried.

'It's about Sam McQueen?' Sarah asked and Andy nodded.

'I saw him with someone…hell I think I walked in on them…or you know walked in before they…you know…started. It was pretty fucking clear that there was sex involved cause Sam was naked and-,' Andy stumbled.

'Okay hang on,' Sarah interrupted 'You busted in on Sam having sex with some chick at school?'

'No, I saw him with another dude!' Andy gave a bitter laugh 'Hell I saw him with Mr fucking Winchester.'

Sarah's mouth dropped open.

'Sam and Mr Winchester? How? I mean…when did this happen?' Sarah asked.

'Well I was going to give Mr Winchester my absence slip from my rehearsal today and there's Sam all naked and all over Mr Winchester by the god damn pool and they're practically fucking cause Sam was all over him and their tongues were…and coach wasn't wearing a shirt and he was obviously hard but none of that makes any sense because Sam's not gay!' Andy ranted.

'So hang on a sec,' Sarah raised her hand interrupting Andy's rambling 'Sam and Mr Winchester? Was it a one time thing or are they…dating or whatever?'

'I don't know,' Andy stated.

'Well are they serious about each other or is it just sex?'

'I don't fucking know.'

'How long has it been going on?' Sarah asked.

'How would I know?' Andy frowned. Sarah huffed, getting very frustrated.

'Well what did Sam say?'

'Ahh well nothing.' Andy lied.

'Oh Andy, please tell me you at least talked to Sam about it?' Sarah looked at him disappointedly.

'What the hell? I just saw my best friend in the fucking buff practically mauling our coach! Another fucking guy! No way was I sticking around! I was in shock!' Andy defended himself.

'Yeah well Sam's probably scared shitless now thanks to you,' Sarah scowled.

'Him?!'

'You just saw him with your teacher remember?! He's probably terrified that you'll tell someone, or worse another teacher.' Sarah explained.

'What the hell? Like I'd go spreading that shit around.'

'You told me didn't you?' Sarah pointed out.

'Yeah but you won't tell anyone,' Andy pointed out.

'But he doesn't know that. Worst of all I bet he's petrified about you,' Sarah realised.

'Me?'

'You're his best friend, he's probably scared that he'll loose you because now you know he's gay and seeing another guy or whatever the hell he's doing, and that you're never going to treat him the same way again or hate him because of who he is.' Sarah sympathised.

'Oh,' Andy contemplated.

'You need to think on this Andy, and then you go see him tomorrow.' Sarah ordered.

'Tomorrow?' Andy gulped.

'Before the game. You find out how things are with him, what's going on with him and the coach, just hear his side of the story. Then you can make a decision. Whether this thing is worth ruining your friendship over.' Sarah dictated.

'How'd you get so darn smart?'

'I watch a lot of Oprah.'

Sam and Dean sat on the couch watching the game. Okay, scratch that, Sam was nursing a beer pretending to be watching the game while he was agonising over Andy and what had happened. Dean was sitting there sipping on his beer also pretending to be watching the game when really he was watching Sam. Finally Dean shut off the TV and stood up.

'Alright, enough's enough! Stop emoing on my couch bitch!' Dean ordered. Sam looked up at him.

'What?'

'You're killing me Sammy! For once would you please just turn that monster brain of yours off?' Dean begged 'You need to lighten up.'

'Sorry,' Sam sighed 'I guess I am a wet blanket.'

'It's okay, I just need to cheer you up, and I know the perfect solution.' Dean disappeared into the kitchen and came back with a spoon and a huge bucket in his hands.

'Ice-cream baby!' Dean was all excited.

'I don't eat ice-cream,' Sam revealed.

'…I'm sorry, you what?'

'My mom's a nurse Dean, she doesn't allow ice-cream in the house…although I think that's just her excuse cause she's always dieting and she really likes ice-cream.' Sam confessed.

'But you don't?' Dean asked. Sam shrugged.

'It's okay, but I'm not feeling very hungry at the moment.'

'Fuck that!' Dena ripped the lid off the ice-cream and got a huge spon full 'This one's vanilla. Hey what do you know just your style.'

Sam glared at Dean.

'Oh come on Sammy,' Dean held out the spoon to Sam.

'No thanks, I'm fine,' Sam turned away. Dean sat on the couch beside him and held the spoon close to Sam's face.

'Come on Sammy open up,'

'I'm not a kid Dean and I said I don't want any.'

Dean jumped on top of Sam and straddled the teenager, forcing him to sit still.

'Open up Sam, I'm not going to put up with your damn bitching all night so eat the damn ice-cream and make everything better!'

'I said no!'

'Right!' Dean took the spoonful of ice-cream to his own mouth, cupped Sam's face and pressed their lips together. Sam's lips parted in surprise and Dean dove in, pushing the ice-cream into Sam's mouth. The kiss continued around the ice-cream, tongues tasted vanilla and each other. Both moaned when they felt their tongues brush together and Sam wrapped his arms around Dean and managed to part from Dean's lips long enough to pant out;

'More!'

An hour later and Dean was still eating ice-cream off of Sam's naked body. Sam was writhing as Dean licked a drop of vanilla that escaped down just below Sam's navel.

'Oh god Dean!' Sam groaned 'Please!'

'Please what Sam?'

'Suck me!' Sam bucked when Dean's finger ran down the tip of Sam's cock.

'Not tonight, I have something else in mind. Roll over Sammy.'

Sam did as he was told.

'Good, now on your knees and raise your hips. Very, very good Sam,' Dean ran his touch over Sam's cheeks and picked up his spoon, he gathered now melted ice-cream whilst he spread a part Sam's butt cheeks and poured the vanilla over Sam's entrance. Sam keened at the cold, pre come oozed from his cock.

Dean licked over Sam's entrance and the teen cried out. Dean licked away all traces of vanilla before pouring some more and licking his way inside Sam. Sam was in heaven, to feel the cold of the ice-cream in such a private place then to be melted by the overwhelming heat of Dean's tongue as it pushed inside him. It felt so fucking good. Sam came all over Dean's couch in one of the most fucking longest orgasms of his life.

'See?' Dean smirked 'Ice-cream makes everything better.'

Dean dropped Sam back at his car the next day and Sam drove back home. When Sam made to pull into the driveway he slammed on the brakes realising another car was already parked there. Sam parked on the side of the road and got out of his car. The door to the other car opened and Andy stepped out.

'You got a minute?'

Sam led Andy around the back of his house and in the garden. They sat on Ellen's white garden benches and faced each other. Awkward would be a huge understatement of the situation. Hell Andy couldn't even look Sam in the eye and Sam was having trouble just looking at Andy's feet.

'So…I talked to Sarah about…yesterday, and she told me to get my scrawny ass down here and talk to you so…,' Andy shrugged.

'You told Sarah?' Sam gaped.

'Well yeah, cause I love her and all. But don't worry she's not going to tell anyone, hell if anything she was a little overly sympathetic to you. Kept going on about how much of a dickhead I was for making you worry all yesterday.' Andy set Sam at ease.

'Oh…okay.' Sam sighed 'That's good.'

'Yeah…so you and Winchester? What the fuck was that all about?' Andy gave a forced laugh.

'Well we're kind of going out, well not really going out because we never go anywhere cause Dean could get fired and all so I guess we're seeing each other… a lot. At school, after school, weekends, at his place and whatever,' Sam tried to explain.

'Dude that's so weird,' Andy ran his hand through his hair.

'I know but it's the only way we won't get caught…except we kind of did which was really my fault for being naked, although Dean was the one that stole my shorts so-.'

'No dude, you called our teacher by his first name, that shit is weird,' Andy laughed, Sam wasn't sure if it was genuine.

'So…does this mean you're gay?' Andy asked nervously.

'Ahh, well I dunno. Bisexual maybe. I always sort of knew that I think. But because I was with Jess I didn't think I needed to think about it and then I saw Dean and it all went to hell,' Sam gave a sort of chuckle. 'But don't worry just cause I'm sort of gay doesn't mean I check you out in the showers or anything.'

Andy looked up at him alarmed.

'What I mean to say is that I've always just thought of you and the guys as…you know the guys. I've never looked them over or anything; they're just the same old loud mouthed, crazy and incredibly stupid team.' Sam covered.

'Dude, I fear for the mental state of anyone who would go for those guys,' Andy had to agree. 'So how come you didn't tell me any of this?'

'Mostly because I'm chicken shit.' Sam admitted 'Afraid you'd tell everyone that I sucked cock and took it up the ass.'

'Dude! Graphic much did not need the imagery.' Andy gave a sincere laugh 'But I get why you wouldn't tell me about any of it.'

'So you're okay with all this?' Sam asked.

'I've been thinking, it's like what I said about Anson to Tracey. He maybe a fucking idiot and a jerk but he's my brother and I love the bastard…same goes with you man. So you like cock and take it up the ass from our assistant coach slash teacher. You're still my bro and I'm cool with all that. Besides what kind of friend would I be if I told you to piss off after you helped me with Sarah?'

Sam beamed.

'Wow…thanks man…I guess it would be too weird if I hugged you right now huh?' Sam offered.

'Well yeah….ah fuck it!' Andy pulled Sam into a brief hug. They pulled a part and Andy sat forward in his seat.

'So this thing with the coach, is it just screwing around or what?' Andy asked. Sam smiled and blushed a little.

'Well we've been seeing each other and I think it's kinda serious. I've met his friends and stayed over at his house and we're almost always together…of course most of the time we're…'

'Fucking.' Andy offered.

'Well yeah, but last night…after…we just talked for ages. Of course I was half out of my mind with worry but whatever. And this one time he took me outside of town to this fancy place and got me flowers! I told him he didn't have to, that I knew he was a beer and pizza kind of guy and I love that about- I mean I like that about him-,'

'Dude you're really into him aren't you?' Andy realised.

'Well yeah, he's fucking hot and funny, although a jerk at times-,'

'Dude you're practically all glowy eyed over our teacher!' Andy laughed.

'…shut up!' Sam gaped.

'Dude you got it bad, all mushy over the coach, I feel the love!' Andy taunted.

'I've changed my mind it's all about the sex.' Sam glared.

'Whatever you say dude.'

Half an hour before the game the guys were all in the locker room readying themselves to take the court. Sam was tying up his shoes when Andy came and sat himself next to him.

'Dude I am so sorry,' Andy apologised.

'What for?' Sam asked.

'I just talked to Sarah…dude I'm so sorry!' Andy sighed.

'I still don't know what for,'

'She had a little talk with Winchester. Said that if he was using you or manipulating you that she'd get his ass fired and thrown in jail so fast it'd make his head spin and vomit up pea soup.' Andy groaned 'Sorry dude, she had good intentions and all just trying to look out for you.'

Sam blushed and spoke quietly,

'What did he say to her?'

'He told her that he wouldn't be risking thousands of dollars in education and a future career for just phenomenal sex. Said you were too smart to fall for any of that crap anyway. Then he actually thanked her for threatening him!' Andy divulged.

'He did what?'

'He thanked her for sticking by you and everything. Hell I think Sarah's a little bit in love with him now…smooth bastard. Wipe that god damn puppy love look off your face it's disgusting.'

At halftime Bobby had given them the usual motivational pump up speech, it was the last game before the semi final and they wanted it to be a good one, so everyone was desperate to get back onto that court. Dean got close to Sam and leaned in to whisper making it look like he was giving him some advice for the game.

'Come to my place tonight,' he had whispered.

'What? Why?' Sam asked a genuine smile on his face.

'I still have to give you your present,' Dean confessed 'So will you come?'

The horn sounded to retake the court.

'Okay, sure. I'll meet up with you after the game.' Sam agreed and then headed back onto the court.

So that's how Sam found himself waiting in Dean's hallway after the game instead of partying with the team or celebrating with his family. Dean had gone up into his bedroom to fetch the present and told Sam to wait for him there.

'I don't see why you couldn't have given it to me last night!' Sam called out.

'You were distracted, I'm a selfish guy, wanted you're whole attention not the part of you that wasn't freaking out over Andy!' Dean called back.

'True enough!' Sam admitted and looked at the clock Dean had been up there for ten minutes 'What's taking so long anyway?'

'Uhh I can't find it!' Dean shouted.

'That makes me feel sooo loved!' Sam shouted back.

'Can you come up and help me look for it!' Dean yelled.

'You're so romantic,' Sam mocked as he climbed the stairs 'I'm all a quiver.'

Sam reached the top of the stairs and turned into Dean's room to nearly fall over in shock. Dean's room was once again covered in candles, and a happy birthday banister hung over Dean's bed. Not only this but Dean was standing there bare assed naked, holding a wrapped present in his hands.

'Holy fuck!' Sam choked.

Dean walked toward him and handed Sam the present. Sam never took his eyes off Dean as he tore open the present and looked down when he realised he had finished. He whimpered a little when he discovered it was a bottle of self heating and rather expensive lubricant.

'I know it's very corny and especially overly romantic, but I'm giving you me for your birthday.' Dean stated.

'…Y-y-you're what?' Sam asked.

'I want you to fuck me Sam,' Dean made vividly clear and just like that Sam was harder than a brick wall.

'I'm…I get to fuck you?' Sam asked.

'You've become a whole lot more dominant lately, in case you haven't noticed,' Dean pointed out 'So I'm giving myself to you, I'm all yours for tonight, and every other night that you want me. Just tell me what you want Sam.'

Sam was embarrassingly hard, only comforted by the fact that Dean was just as thick and hard as he was. Sam was suddenly very confident.

'Lie down on the bed.'

Sam spent what seemed like eternity for both, exploring Dean's body, kissing and licking and teasing as he pleased. Worshiping the taste of Dean's sweaty golden skin. Kissing every single damn one of Dean's freckles and swallowing down all of Dean's cock. Finally Sam gave into Dean's pleading and spread his lover open with slick fingers. Both were shaking with arousal all too ready for what was to come. Sam slicked himself up and pushed inside Dean. He had to stop several times so that he wouldn't come, when he was fully inside Dean they both took a minute to try and gather themselves. Because HOLY FUCK. Sam was panting and quivering above Dean, he buried his head in Dean's neck and Dean wrapped his legs higher around Sam and held on tightly. Sam moved inside of Dean, and they both cried out. Sam was stuck by how hot and god damn tight it was inside of Dean. He whispered every dirty thought and every sensation inside of Dean's ear. He wanted Dean to know just how much Sam loved this. Dean was cursing and squeezing the base of his cock.

'Fucking mouth.' Dean cursed and broke off with a cry when Sam hit that spot inside of Dean that always made Sam fly to the moon and back whenever Dean was fucking him. Sam made sure to hit that as he sped up, Dean begged for him to go harder and Sam obeyed. Before long they were clutching at each other and screaming as Sam fucked Dean raw. Dean came first, and Sam followed him over the edge moments after. They lay together coming down from their sexual high. Sam pulled out of Dean and collapsed beside him, laughing as Dean groaned as his soft cock twitched when Sam pulled out.

'So what now?' Dean asked 'Tonight's yours remember?'

'Hmmm,' Sam pretended to think 'Got any ice-cream left?'