A/N: Winding down to the end of the story now. The boys and girls arrive at their break hotel for a little fun.
Love Extra (Chapter 14) by frostygossamer
It was what they call a boutique hotel. A genuine 30's entrance opened into a foyer stylishly clad in cool black and white marble. A super-smart forty-something woman in a crisp white shirt staffed the reception desk.
Yes, it did look promising. Sam reckoned Dean had certainly Googled himself up a winner.
Dean even volunteered to go sort out their booking, while Sam waited in the lobby with the two girls and their luggage. Standing there, it suddenly occurred to Sam that their group could have passed for two regular hetero couples. Accident? No wonder Dean was surprisingly easy about checking in.
A bellman appeared with a birdcage trolley and whisked their bags away. Dean returned from the desk grinning.
"Why don't we go freshen up and then come back down here for a drink before dinner?" he suggested cheerily, pointing out the bright, air-conditioned hotel bar right next to the reception area.
They took the elevator up to their room on the top floor. The bellhop was just unloading their stuff when they got there. Sam gave the guy a tip and he left.
The suite consisted of a master bedroom with a king-size bed for the boys, two single bedrooms with queen-sizes for the girls, an open-plan living area and a huge bathroom with a spa bathtub. Since they were on the top floor, they had wonderful ocean views.
"This could come in useful," Dean remarked to Sam, when they found the Jacuzzi.
Rachel winked at Tamera and faux-innocently suggested, "Listen. Why don't we girls pass on the drink and go have ourselves a walk to unwind. Could use some fresh sea air after the flight here."
"Yeah," agreed Tamera, catching on. "I know a great seafood place near the beach. We'll grab dinner there. Let you two guys have a little space."
"Ten minutes to work a little magic and we're outta here," Rachel added, as they disappeared in their rooms.
Sam flopped down on a white leather sofa and dialled Room Service, balancing a menu card on his knee.
Minutes later the girls were ready to go, hair up and heals on.
"Don't wait up," yelled Rachel over her shoulder, as they tottered giggling out the door.
"Yeah. Never know, we might get lucky," agreed Tamera.
Then they were gone leaving Sam and Dean alone, the sound of their laughter disappearing down the hall. When Sam put down the house phone, Dean was already filling the jacuzzi tub.
"We can eat in the tub," he said, with a cheeky smirk.
~X~
Sam eased himself into the big spa bathtub beside Dean and sighed, stretching his long arms around the edge of the tub and behind his partner's shoulders. Dean leaned his head back against Sam's arm with a contented smile.
"This is great," he said, his eyes falling closed.
"Awesome," Sam agreed, closing his eyes also and relaxing in the bubbling water.
After a couple minutes, Dean chuckled. "Was kinda worried you'd notice I'd charged this place."
"Yeah, you secretly booking yourself a suite at a romantic hideaway wouldn't have looked suspicious at all," commented Sam.
Dean turned and regarded him for a moment.
"You REALLY believe I would wanna cheat on you with some random chick?" he asked, suddenly serious.
Sam couldn't help but find the little crease between his eyebrows adorable.
He sighed. "Not the random chicks I worry about, baby. It's the special ones got me nervous."
Dean moved a little closer. "Sammy," he said softly. "Dude, YOU're my special one."
Something about the way that came out so sappy made Sam want to kiss Dean so badly. So he did. Dean purred and closed up against him.
"Wanna get all... frothy?" he asked, with a naughty glint in his green eyes.
Sam opened his mouth to say YES, but then he remembered. "Ordered Room Service-"
Right at that very moment, there was a knock on the suite's door and a waiter wheeled in a Room Service trolley. Hearing the jacuzzi running, the kid stopped by the bathroom door, politely pretending to avert his eyes, and announced their meal's arrival.
Sam dismissed him with a wave. "We'll catch you later," he promised.
When the waiter had gone, Dean climbed out the bathtub and examined the food trolley with appreciation. He filled a plate with a few choice morsels and laid it down beside the tub before sliding back in. Reaching across Sam's chest he selected a strawberry, dipped it in cream and scoffed it whole. Then he leaned over for another, dipped it and held it up to Sam's mouth.
"They're scrummy," he said encouragingly. "Mm-hmm!"
Sam bit into the inviting fruit, cream running down his chin onto his chest. Dean followed the cream with his tongue.
"Sammy," he growled huskily. "You taste good."
Getting into it, Sam helped his lover to another strawberry, which Dean sucked on in an outrageously provocative manner. Sam almost forgot to breathe. Smirking, Dean slipped a leg over Sam's to part them and reached down through the bubbles to fondle Sam's globes at the same time as he juggled the red berry on his tongue. He finished by champing down on the fruit and swallowing loudly. Sam bit his bottom lip.
"Lemme at you," he hissed.
"Nuh-uh," murmured Dean, rising to stand between his legs dripping. "You're gonna lay back and lemme do bad things to you."
And with that he abruptly pulled Sam's butt forward to the edge of the little jacuzzi bench, panicking him slightly for a tiny second. But Dean steadied him there and carefully lifted both his legs up, securing his ankles over his shoulders.
"Relax, Sammy," he murmured soothingly.
Then he reached over and picked up a particularly big strawberry.
"And what am I gonna do with you?" he asked the red fruit, before dropping his hand under the water and beginning to trace around the edge of Sam's hole with the slightly furry object.
After three or four circles and a couple dips inside, he lifted the berry to his lips. And ate it.
Sam shivered with a delicious mix of disgust and delight. Jeez, that was so hot!
Dean grinned wickedly. "Wanna try it with the celery?"
~X~
Tamera and Rachel were sitting in 'Joe's Crab Shack' idly toying with the last of their special crab dinner. They had walked some distance along the shore on bare feet, strappy shoes hanging from their hands. It was starting to get dark and coloured lights twinkled on the surface of the ocean. A refreshing breeze was blowing in off of the water.
Rachel chuckled. "You know, I met Sam my first day as a college freshman. Gorgeous guy. I thought, now that's someone I gotta get beside."
"Shame he turned out gay, huh?" Tamera snickered.
"Kinda," Rachel agreed. "Or not. Turned out to be a better study mate than any of the guys I dated. Always there when I needed support. No pressure."
"You love him a little, right?" Tamera guessed.
"Uh-huh," Rachel agreed. "So I was kinda worried for him when this thing with Dean seemed to not be working out. I saw how crazy he was about the guy."
"They seem to be OK now," Tamera commented. "I guess Dean is a bit of a handful. But what a handful, huh?"
Rachel snickered. "Ri-ight!" she agreed. "He's a complete babe. And so is Sam. They make a cute couple."
"Don't they," Tamera agreed. "And what about Dan, your dentist. You and him all roses and violins?"
Rachel laughed, pushing away her plate. "Dan's a sweetheart. He's no Sam Winchester but he's damn close, and I'm working on the rough edges."
Tamera howled. "Well, good luck with that," she said, toasting Rachel with her half empty wine glass.
Rachel topped her up and poured the last of their bottle of California's best in her own glass, downing it in one.
"Guess it's time we got back to the hotel," she remarked.
~X~
Sam and Dean had gotten out of the tub and repaired to their bedroom, where they lay sprawled on top of the covers, Dean on his back, Sam on his side, sharing a plate of ham and cheese slices garnished with grapes. Dean would roll the cheese and ham together and they would eat them one from each end. like 'The Lady' and 'The Tramp' ate their spaghetti. In between snacks Sam was trying see how many grapes he could balance on Dean's flat stomach.
"Quit that," Dean griped playfully, scattering them on the bed with the back of his hand. "Navel's filling up with freakin' grape juice."
"Mhm," growled Sam. "Lemme stick my tongue in there, baby, lick it real clean for ya."
But, before he could try, Dean grabbed him by the shoulders, rolled him over on to his back and started sucking on his right nipple. Time for yet another round. Dean's turn to take control. Sam threw his head back and groaned.
"You're lucky you got such a clever mouth, baby," he whispered. "Stress you caused me lately."
Dean paused from sucking.
"Wha-? Got YOURSELF in trouble today," he pointed out. "Hell, who starts acting out in an airport? Could've pressed charges on your ass."
Sam snorted. "This ONE time."
Dean exhaled and rested his head against Sam's chest.
"Hey, I don't go looking for trouble," he mumbled. "Follows me around, is all."
"Mr. Innocent," retorted Sam, without thinking.
To his surprise Dean gave a shuddering sigh.
"I admit I CAN feel the need to poke the freakin' tiger on occasion," he whispered.
Something in his small broken voice made Sam's heart throb with love for the guy.
"So now I'm a tiger?" he chuckled, pulling Dean closer.
Dean smiled sadly against his shoulder.
"It's just... Need to test boundaries sometimes, I guess. I mean, what exactly do we have here? Is this for always, no matter what?
Sam put his hand on Dean's face and lifted his head slightly to look him in his wet green eyes.
"No matter what," he confirmed solemnly.
Dean glanced away. He was really NOT going to cry.
"Cos, you know, I failed before. Failed as a husband. Let Jo down. Don't wanna fail you, Sammy. You're kinda my last hope."
Sam took a deep breath and shook his head. "Baby," he said. "Don't think that way."
Lifting himself up on his elbows, he repositioned himself against their pillows, while Dean sat up and rubbed the back of his head, feeling the tension return.
"I DO get it, you know," Sam whispered gently. "I get that it's not easy for you. You walked away from a conventional straight life to try something totally new. For ME. Don't think I don't appreciate that. Know it took guts."
Dean chuckled mirthlessly. "Guts?" he repeated. "It's not like anyone was tryna stop me."
"Your dad?" Sam suggested. That pretty much hit the nail.
Dean inhaled sharply and nodded. "Dad woulda been pissed," he commented.
Sam had heard a lot about John. Dean's dad had been a man's man. Dean had always felt John would never have accepted his son being anything other than straight as a die, like himself. John was a man of black and white opinions. That was how come Dean had suppressed his real sexuality for so many years.
"I doubt that," Sam said, slipping his arm around Dean's shoulders and pulling him back down onto the bed. "I guess he would have sounded off some at first. But he would have come around."
"Ya think?" Dean murmured doubtfully, against the big guy's chest. "Dad could be a horse's ass."
"I DO think, Dean," Sam insisted. "Because he loved you. He was never gonna walk away."
Sam felt Dean choke back a tiny sob. "He left," he whispered. "He got sick and he left."
Sam rubbed his lover's back soothingly. Dean rarely mentioned his feelings about losing his dad. John had raised Dean all by himself, and when he died Dean had been left alone. He had no one else. It had to have been hard.
"It's OK, Dean," he said. "Now you got me. And I'm not going anyplace."
Dean sighed and snuggled tighter against his partner, until they both drifted into a deep sleep.
~X~
Getting back to the hotel suite in the early hours, Rachel and Tamera let themselves in like sneak thieves, giggling and hissing at each other as they collided with various pieces of furniture in the dark. They peeked in the master bedroom and were rewarded by the sight of Dean and Sam curled up together in bed, like puppies in a basket.
Rachel snickered when Tamera dug her camera out of her purse and snapped a quick pic of the two of them. The flash caused the boys to stir irritably but neither woke. They simply cuddled together a little closer.
"Ah, sweet," Rachel whispered when Tamera showed her the camera's display.
"My new desktop wallpaper," Tamera commented with an evil smirk. "What? They left the door ajar."
The girls retired to their beds, tipsy and happy, only a couple hours before dawn.
TBC
A/N: Ah, feelings :') One last chapter to come I think.