I thought it was about time to let the both of them have some fun, huh?
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You've been warned. Don't read if you don't like to imagine Sam & Dean having sex. Because that's what it is ...
The End Of Days
Chapter 26 ~ The Enemy By Your Side
THEN:
„I wanna get you all naked, wanna kiss every single inch of your body … wanna take you into my mouth." He grinned slyly, sucking in his lower lip and bit down on it. „The things i wanna do to you, baby boy ..." His voice grew huskier by the spoken word. „It feels so different when you make love, sweetheart …"
The hunter didn't even know what effect his words had on the man in his arms.
„Yeah?" Sam bit down on his lower lip.
„Yeah.", Dean breathed and sealed his lips over Sam's again. „I'm gonna show you ...", he traced a line of soft kisses down Sam's yaw and neck, where he buried his face. „I'll show you … what love is."
NOW:
Sam had fallen asleep with his head nestled into the hunter's chest, his long arms wrapped around the other man's middle.
He didn't dream. He remembered. He always remembered these days. How it had been before he even lived. Feeling what those things felt, that were him now. HIM.
Sam FELT the mingled essences of what he was. He felt the forces that flooded his body like the tide every night he remembered. Felt the powers within him. And though he didn't know how to use them. What to do with them. What he was capable of.
And to be honest? Sam didn't want to. - He had always had wanted to be regular. A worker. A husband. A human.
It had taken him a while to accept that he saw the beings for what they were. That he saw their real faces ...
Dean cradled the sleeping form in his arms, not wanting to let go. - Not ever wanting to let go.
Castiel sniffed at the pot on the stove, in wich Jo was stirring with a spatula. She chuckled and nudged the angel in his side.
"Back off. - I'm not done yet.", she teased and bumped with her hip against his.
The angel looked up with his immensely blue eyes and cocked an eyebrow. "I don't do anything."
She chuckled again. This time lower. "Yeah, but you were thinking about poking your finger in it."
Castiel's forehead creased. "Is that another ability of yours?"
Jo laughed and shook her head. "Dude. - NO. I saw it in the way you looked at the chilli."
Castiel straightened up and pursed his lips, his look caught in deep liquid brown eyes. "I am not going to put my finger into your chilli, Joanna."
She looked aside shyly.
The angel searched the tiled above the stove with an embarrassed expression on his face.
"Maybe ... maybe we should talk to the angels? ... Maybe it wouldn't be bad to have allies on our side?", she spoke up after a while, obviously feeling the urge to dump the topic of poking fingers into something hot.
The angel nodded to himself. "I was thinking about that too. - But Dean has a point. They may are not well-disposed. Besides we do not know what they want from your kind."
Jo sighed deeply. "Guess we won't find out, if we're not gonna ask, huh?" Their gazes locked over the short distance.
Castiel smiled at Jo.
Jo smiled back at him.
Time seemed to stay still for a long moment, while the air around them felt heavy and sparkling with energy.
"You're gonna get our love-birds?" She smiled sweetly, her voice smooth like velvet against the angel's soul. "Or should I?"
If course it was Castiel who went to call Sam and Dean for dinner. Though, his mind was somewhere else right then on his way through the library.
Garth and Kevin watched the angel walk by, completely sunken in thoughts, his cheeks flushed in a deep red, his hands in his pockets. He didn't even seem to see where he was going ... though he managed not to bump into something.
"Garth?" Kevin said, as Castiel disappeared from their few.
The wolfman still stared at the doorway, just like Kevin. "Huh?"
"We should get out more ... That way we won't get laid ...", the prophet muttered.
Garth nodded in approval.
Their looks still glued where Castiel had disappeared.
When the angel entered the hunter's bedroom, he was immediately greeted with a pair of green eyes snapping their attention in his direction.
"Dinner.", the angel mouthed.
Dean gave him a short nod. "Give us ten.", he mouthed back, half-whispering.
And the angel disappeared with a short nod and closed the door again.
The hunter turned his attention back to Sam, brushing his over long bangs behind the younger man's ear. He didn't say anything. Just looked at Sam for a long moment and smiled. His smile soon turned into a smirk.
Dean laid his hand on Sam's chin and led his head up and before the younger man was able to come back to awareness, there were a pair of tender lips covering his.
"'mornin' Sammy.", the hunter whispered against his lips, "Time to get some grub."
The younger man yawned and smacked his lips, groaning in disapproval. "No ...", he muttered sleepily, not even bothering to open his eyes. Instead he tightened his hold around Dean a bit.
The hunter chuckled and laid his lips over Sam's again, this time using his tongue to tease their seam and licking tentatively into his mouth.
Sam let him.
He leaned into the kiss, enjoying the way Dean brushed down and back up over his back. A soft groan fell from his lips into the hunter's mouth.
The older man's hands wandered down to his lower back again, and further towards his butt, cupping his right buttock in his hand and squeezing it gently.
Sam yelped into the kiss and pulled back chuckling. "That ain't fair ..."
The hunter shrugged. "Grub. - Now. - I'm starving."
Sam's eyes fluttered open lazily. "Fine ...", he grinned mischievously.
The very next moment, Dean found himself on his back, Sam straddling him from above, crushing their lips together and grinding his groin against the hunter's. Dean's manhood sprung to attention on command and a feral groan wrenched from his throat.
Another moment later, the younger of them hopped from the bed after a final grind against Dean's hips, and was on his way out of the room the seconds later.
"Aw, no." While Dean fought with the sheets that got tangled around his legs miraculously, Sam was already out of the door. "You're so gonna pay for that!"
The hunter looked down on himself, his arousal visibly straining against the denim ...
He sunk back into the mattress, slamming a fist into it.
It took the Winchester twenty minutes until he had calmed down enough to walk among other people ... Then again ... he probably could just have taken one of his longer tee-shirts to hide the tightness in his jeans. OR he also could've visited the bathroom. But that wasn't what he actually wanted to do about the matter-of-factly, very obvious need.
If only he would've had enough blood in his head to think streight ...
When Dean finally joined his friends in the kitchen, they were all seated at the table. Sam in the middle between Garth and Cas. He had obviously chosen his place carefully.
His boyfriend lurked up between shaggy strands of hair. His sly grin turning into a definite i-know-i'm-in-trouble-now-look, wich the Winchester gave him.
The hunter never broke eye-contact with the younger man until he sat down beside Kevin.
And then, as if someone had skipped the switch, Dean smiled and cast his look at the pot in the middle of the table.
"Hadn't have chilli in a while.", he said then, grabbing a roll. "Where did we get the beans?" He looked at Castiel.
Castiel looked back at his hunter-friend, slightly irritated by the question.
"Millers. - Exchanged some of our tomatoes for them." The angel cocked an eyebrow at Dean and then looked at Sam suspiciously. He obviously had noticed (like every other one on the table) that something was up between the both of them. He was the only one who attended to speak up and bring the issue on the desk, but got poked by someone under the table against his sheen, letting him jump.
Garth and Kevin just shared a look, wich said: Yeah-we're-doing-something-wrong-obviously.
Then they ate. Talking about this and that and laughing when Garth told them one of his stories. Because they were pretty funny, even although the wereman told them like they were absolutely serious.
It was one of these evenings, when Kevin got out the old film-projector and put in one of those old OLD movies. - Virtually the only kind of television they got.
The others let the Couch to Sam and Dean.
Jo slumped down on Castiel's lap, who sat in the recliner – completely unprepared for an attack like that. But he didn't say anything.
Kevin and Garth just shared annoyed looks over the distance, after the both couples had gotten seated finally ...
The credits ran down over the screen before them.
Garth yawned and purred silently as he made himself more comfortable in his wolf's form to Kevin's feet. The prophet snipped dried apple-chips at the dog, wondering when he'd finally get up from his feet.
Jo had fallen asleep on the angel's lap, snuggled into his chest. Castiel sat in the recliner – like a statue, staring blankly at the screen since about half an hour.
Dean rested on the couch, still in his place. Sam laid there, his head resting in the hunter's lap, who fondly played with the soft locks of his hair. He hadn't spent a lot of attention to the film anyway. His focus was on Sam and the way the colors in his eyes sparkled in the dim light.
The hunter's hand traveled down, over Sam's neck and shoulders and over his bicep where he let it rest for a long moment.
Dean faked a yawn and shifted a bit, gaining the younger man's attention.
Sam turned on his back and looked up through long lashes and gave the hunter a warm smile. Dean smiled back ... and it was all kinds of everything. Sweet, loving – FERAL. A promising expression in his eyes.
Sam then sat up and rubbed over his face with both hands, screwing up his itching nose.
Both men shared a short glance before they got up from the couch.
"Good night, folks." Dean looked into the round and earned a couple of good-night-nods.
He then reached for Sam's hand and pulled him with him towards the corridor, tugging him closer as soon as they reached the hunter's room.
When they were inside, Dean closed the door behind them and backed Sam up against the door, pressing his body against the younger man's. He then sealed his lips over his, licking into the sweetness, while his hands searched for the hem of Sam's shirt.
A soft gasp escaped the taller man's lips, when Dean brushed over his nipples absently. "The things I'm gonna do to you, baby boy.", the hunter whispered huskily. "I'm gonna make you pay for the lill' stunt you pulled earlier."
Sam moaned into another kiss, his fingers ghosting down the hunter's flanks, on their way towards his jeans. Short before he was able to get them to their destination, Sam's hands got swatted away gently.
"No, Sammy." Dean placed a wet trail of kisses down the taller man's jaw. "My turn." And his neck. "I'll show you ..." Suckling his way down Sam's throat towards his collarbone. "... what it means to make love, sweetheart."
"I ... I'm not prepared ... I ...", Sam stammered half-minded, "I didn't know ... - Just let me go to the bathroom, 'kay?" Slightly panicking at the thought of not being prepared for Dean. Of not thinking earlier about the hunter's intentions ...
"I'm gonna get you ready, sweetheart.", the hunter muttered into Sam's neck. "It's my job to do that ... Just relax ... I got you."
Dean didn't look up, he just kept going, licking and kissing and nibbling his way down, flipping one button after another open, until the shirt revealed its hidden treasure.
Sam's breaths came in short puffs, his eyes closed. He didn't dare to look. He was afraid of what he might would see ... the way Dean could possibly look at him.
He didn't want to see if he was looking at him like the others. Possessive, feral – dangerous. Suddenly he was afraid, that the hunter would dump him when he was done. That he'd turn his back on him and tell him to back off.
"Sweetheart?" Dean cupped the younger man's face in his hands, a flash of concern crossing his face. "Open your eyes for me ..." His voice was soft and gentle, reaching deep down into Sam's soul.
The younger man's eyes fluttered open and he looked streight into a pair of lust-darkened green eyes, gazing at him warmly. The hunter was searching his eyes and face for a long moment, before he wrapped his arms around him again, laying one hand on the back of Sam's neck and pulling him down into a gentle kiss.
"Beautiful.", he whispered and brushed with his tender cushions over Sam's. "So beautiful ..." He turned the both of them around and walked the taller man backwards to the bed. When he felt Sam's legs bump against it, he guided the his lover down into a lying position.
The very next moment, Dean was over him, urging him backwards into the middle while they kissed.
It took some time, but eventually Sam seemed to ease into it, to go along. He kissed the hunter back and soon the both of them were rutting their erections against each other in a slow pace.
Like Dena had said ... it was about making love and not about sex. So he took his sweet time, wanted to show the former hooker what it was like to make love with a person you loved.
Ever so slowly, Dean's hands explored Sam's torso. Every inch of smooth skin under his fingertips felt like heaven, like coming home. Like finding what he had been looking for for so long.
Sam gasped and squirmed under his touch, beautiful small noises falling from his lips with closed eyes.
The hunter kneeled in between Sam's unbelievable long legs as he bowed down once more, to get in contact with his lips. This time, Sam wrapped his long arms around the older man's neck and let himself being pulled up into his lap, where they continued kissing.
After a long while of exploring each other's mouths, and moving their bodies against each other's, Sam's hand found their way under the hem of the hunter's shirt. He tugged on it and brushed it upwards, pulling it off of the hunter to expose soft flesh.
Dean hooked his thumbs into the loosen shirt around Sam's shoulders and brushed it off of him.
They watched each other's naked torsos for a moment before their lips found each other all over again.
Sam ground his globes into the hunter's lap, the bulge of his arousal brushing over his belly.
"They need to come off.", The hunter growled – actually growled into the kiss. "Way too much clothes, sweetheart."
Dean started to fumble with the belt, button and zippers of Sam's jeans, while Sam did the same to the hunters.
Finally noticing, that they wouldn't be able to get out of their jeans like that, Dean bumped Sam carefully from his lap, laying him flat out on the mattress beneath them.
Sam didn't even recognize when he had gotten all naked. But all of a sudden he was on his back, without clothes and an equally naked hunter standing at the end of the bed, eying the well built man before him.
His rock-hard manhood tipping against his belly, moving slightly with every inhale and exhale.
Dean locked his eyes with Sam's, as he stepped out of his jeans and crawled with graceful elegance onto the bed to Sam's feet.
On his way up, he tugged Sam's long legs apart. And the younger man spread them even wider, his breath hitching, when Dean trailed a wet swipe with his tongue over the underside of his length, letting it twitch in anticipation.
When Dean was back up, he sealed his mouth over Sam's, letting the younger man lick into his mouth. Letting him taste himself. The hunter didn't as much as keeping his weight from the man beneath him.
Sam seemed to be wary at first. Just hesitant touches and fingertips that ghosted feather light over the older man's sweat-covered skin.
"I won't break, Sammy.", he muttered into his ear and nuzzled into his neck. "You can touch me. - Touch me wherever you want, baby boy." He was slightly breathless by now.
Dean slipped his hand under the pillow and pulled something out. A small bottle that fit perfectly into the hunter's hand.
Rather surprised, Sam watched the hunter as he sat up and snapped the small bottle open. "Where'd you get that?"
Dean smiled slyly and patted his thighs. "Made a trip to the sex shop on the second floor after we got the vendors."
Sam frowned worriedly and the hunter chuckled. "Nah, I didn't went there for just a bottle of lube, no worries. - I stuffed as much into my pockets as possible ... got one with spearmint-flavor though." The hunter wiggled with his eyebrows and wore a wicked grin, causing Sam to laugh amused.
"Strawberry." Dean first showed the bottle to Sam and then squeezed a generous amount of it over two of his fingers.
Sam looked up at the hunter ... not exactly knowing what to do now. He was nervous. For the first time ever since he had first contact with another man he was nervous. Maybe even more nervous than ever before. Because this meant so much more than just sex.
And suddenly he felt bad again and his thoughts trailed off.
But before he could go down that path, Dean was in between his legs, nudging his thighs further apart.
Sam bend his legs and let them fall apart, thrusting his hips up. The very next moment he felt a pillow being positioned under his butt, and a hand nudging at his thighs, telling him that he should lift his legs up a bit more.
Sam obeyed, obviously nervous about what was going to happen. All of a sudden he felt unsure about himself AGAIN.
Dean just smiled up at him and gave him a wink, with this typical Winchester-expression on his face. He then drew his attention back on the bottle of lube and coated two fingers of his left hand some more. The hunter took his sweet time to tease the hell out of Sam, while he lay there, his breath hitching as soon as Dean drew his fingers down his cleft. The hunter took delicate care to not putting too much pressure in his touch. Teasing him with the pat of his finger, playing with the rim and puckered hole, before he penetrated him carefully.
Sam's head fell back into the pillow and his eyes fluttered, his yaw slacking open at the feeling of being entered like that.
Dean teased and played with Sam's tight balls until he felt the resistence fade and let his finger slip in even further, until it was completely buried inside the young man. All the time keeping his eyes on Sam's face, watching him carefully for signs of pain or discomfort with what he was doing.
So he carried on and dragged his finger out and back into the tight warmth, searching for the sweet spot that'd promise salvation.
In between all those sweet little noises Sam was making, there were these lower, more feral grunts, whenever he passed the spongy bundle of nerves deep inside the man beneath him.
Soon he added another finger, feeling Sam tense for a moment when he reentered him. When he added a third one, Sam was already matching his slow thrusts with slow rolls of his hip. The silent noises he had made where now louder, deeper. More urgent. He was practically writhing beneath the hunter, lost in the newly found sensations that cursed through his entire form.
Dean pulled out of him and climbed up until they were on eye-level. They just looked at each other for a long moment, before Dean wrapped his arms around Sam and crushed their lips together – pulling him back up with him into a sitting position in his lap in one go.
Sam cried out a surprised yelp at the sudden change of position, though didn't really break their kiss. He felt Dean's hard length against his own, snug between their bellies while they held each other and kissed. Every tiny shift sent sparks of pleasure through the both of them.
Though, Sam shifted while they kissed and rose a little bit, biting down on the hunter's shoulder softly and rubbing against him, telling him without words that he was ready. That he wanted this.
He rose a bit more, and let the hunter line himself up against Sam's entrance. And ever so slowly he sunk down on the impressive thick length, taking him inside inch by inch.
Sam threw his head back with an aroused moan, his mouth agape. Feeling the immensely intimate connection between the both of them. The feeling of finally being one. Dean bit down on his lower lip hard, trying to anchor him in the very moment, so that he wouldn't come too soon.
And when Sam was finally seated in the hunter's lap, his own manhood snug in between himself and Dean's sweat-slick belly, he exhaled a breath that he hadn't known he had been holding. The hunter wrapped his arms around the trembling body, his own hands shaky with the waves of lust that cursed through him.
"That okay? - You okay, sweetheart?", he whispered into Sam's ear, holding him close – so close, as if he wanted to fuse the both of them into one being.
"Even better, hunter.", and with that Sam started to move.
First slow and tentatively, as if to find out what the hunter liked. Soon he increased his pace, letting himself being carried away by the sensations.
It never had felt like THAT. It never had felt good. Not like that, not what it felt like with the hunter. Because the others hadn't been Dean, hadn't been his lover.
They were making love. - Sam hadn't thought that there was much of a difference between that and just having plain sex. This was MORE. It simply felt amazing ...
Dean tangled his fingers in Sam's hair and tugged gently, driving a low moan from the younger man's body. And then, when he started to move, rolling with his hips ... it was indescribable. Alone the noises Sam made – sweet and though manly – could've driven him over the edge right then.
Instead of giving into the need to come, Dean eased one of his hands in between their bodies and wrapped his finger's around Sam's tender skin that covered his hard aching member. He tugged Sam's head down with the other hand and sealed his lips over Sam's, swallowing the increasing cries and moans that fell from Sam's lips, as he matched the movements of his hand to Sam's rise and fall.
Soon they weren't much more than a panting, sweat-slick mess. Each of Sam's moan got answered with one of Dean's and vice versa.
The older man tightened his grip around Sam, sucking in a deep breath before he called out his name, releasing himself into him.
Just moments later, Sam followed, as he felt an indescribable cozy warmth filling him.
The both of them were riding out the aftershocks together in a slower, more sated, pace.
Sam slumped down against the hunter, whose softening manhood was still buried inside him. His limbs suddenly like jell-o, unable to do anything else than feeling Dean's over-heated body. His mind dazed from the post-orgasmic haze.
Dean mumbled something into his neck, what much sounded like a praise. But Sam didn't understand any of it right then.
So the hunter wrapped his arms around him tighter and let him sink backwards onto the mattress and pillows, and just then he eased out of the younger man slowly.
He placed a chased kiss on Sam's cheek and was off the bed.
"Dean?", it was close to a whimper and kind of desperate. Though, Sam couldn't bother less just then.
"Back in a minute.", the hunter said hoarsely.
And like promised he was back, in the same minute. With a warm, wet washcloth, dragging it over Sam's chest and belly. "Gotta get you cleaned up, baby boy."
The very next moment, Sam found himself wrapped in strong arms, tugged closer and under layers of soft covers. He snuggled closer, pressing his ear to the hunter's chest and listening to the slowing down rhythm of his heart, while their bodies were cooling down.
He heard Dean whisper sweet things and felt gentle kissed on his forehead every now and then, caressing touches on his back ... but he was too tired, too spent to utter any kind of respond ... and he drifted off into sleep seconds later.
Dean moaned and sniffed, tugging the man in his arms a bit closer, nuzzling his nose into the roughed up mop of hair.
He felt the urge to get up, to do something – anything. And though he couldn't. It was too comfortable ... too pleasant beside the younger man. Hell, heaven could crumble down on earth and he wouldn't have cared less.
The Winchester shifted slighty and ran a hand up over Sam's soft skin on his back, making him squirm.
Though, he couldn't get rid of the feeling that he was watched, that something wasn't quite right ... that something was there, that didn't belong ...
"Huh. - I never expected a Winchester to be fag.", a cold, teasing voice echoed through the room. A low chuckle followed.
The hunter's eyes snapped open the very moment he had heard the voice. He snapped his head up and glanced towards the door. It was closed. He caught a movement in the corner of his right eye and immediately tore his attention to the dark form sitting in a chair not far from the end of the bed.
"Son of a bitch.", Dean hissed, his eyes turning dangerously dark, his right hand sliding under the pillow where his head had rested before. "How the hell did you get out of the trap?"
The man's eyes flashed black for a moment. "I think that should be the last of your problems right now."
... to be continued
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