The hike was wonderful, the teacher and young student talked about everything, and when they were part of the way back to the car David stopped and snapped pictures of Sam.

He gave David a shy smile hair in his eyes to hide his face, David walked over and brushed it back with his fingers, "Someone as handsome as you should never hide his face." Sam grabbed his hand and kissed the palm, David pulled away and stuck his camera in his backpack, "I suppose we should get back to the car," Sam was crushed, "He is just like Dean…he doesn't want me either…what's wrong with me?"

Sam grabbed his arm and smiled giving David the full force of his dimples, "Take some of both of us together, I want to remember today and you can email them to me." David looked at Sam's face and gave in, "Ok but you can't show them to anyone."

Sam laughed, "Its not like they will be nude or anything…right?"

David was setting up the timer to take a series of pictures, "Uh yeah that would be correct Sam, no nude photos." He hands were shaking as he finished, "I wish they were nude and I was sucking you off then fucking your virgin…ok its official you are going to hell David…"

The photos could have been any two people just having a great time together, arms around each other's shoulders, smiling and laughing. The last frames were different, the two were kissing.

It happened organically with nothing planned just Sam and David looking at each other and then the kiss followed by the kiss and Sam's hands squeezing his teachers ass and then the final one of David moving to shut off the camera.

….

They sat in the car and both were quiet, finally Sam turned to David, and looked at him desperately, "Please can we go swimming? You said we could and then have lunch right?" David was going to say no but of course that wasn't what happened, "Yes Sam, lets pick up some food and have a picnic."

…..

They helped Dean out of the building and Bobby popped his shoulder back in, Dean cried out and leaned against the truck. "Dean don't be such a baby, if its hurtin' bad by the time we get back I'll take you to the hospital, now wait here while we finish up." Bobby opened the door of the truck and Dean got in, "Here's the cooler, have a beer and rest."

Dean watched them go back in the building, he gulped down the first beer, then wrapped some of the ice up from to cooler in his t shirt and held it on his throbbing shoulder.

He closed his eyes and put his head back to rest but all it did was give him time to think. Dean thought about Sam, his own feelings and what he really wanted. He worried about Sam's virtue, "I hope Mister Rapey pervert isn't touching my baby boy right now…its at school so how bad could it be right? Maybe that smug, overeducated jackass isn't even there."

David was freezing, the pond was too cold and Sam swam over to him and wrapped his legs around his teacher's waist then hugged him rubbing the broad back, "Better David? I like the cold water but its not for everyone ."

David felt the warm skin against his, the long legs tight and pressing against his rear and he felt the erection through Sam's shorts. The boy was a long stretch of hormones and an overload of semen waiting to bust out all over David, he tried to pry him off but Sam was like a baby loris desperately clinging for dear life. Finally David whispered, "Lets go eat something and look through our photos ok sweetheart?"

Sam dropped off and kissed him, "Ok…honey."

They dried each other off and Sam pulled off his shorts and draped them over a branch to dry. David was speechless, he honestly didn't think it would go this way but he was enthralled with Sam's naked body. Sam was taller than him but slender, at fourteen he was filling out but still had that slight softness around the edges of the lean muscle harkening back to a child.

David figured by the time he hit sixteen in a few years, that Sam Winchester would be cut so sharp and tight, the swell of his ass would be so delicious that he would have the pick of anyone he wanted.

Sam tried to tug his shorts off and he stopped him then handed Sam a towel, "Here put this on until your shorts are dry." Sam handed him one, "Maybe you should let yours dry off."

David went behind a tree and draped them next to Sam's and wrapped the beach towel around his waist then went back to the blanket.

They sat in the sun and ate lunch talking about everything, old movies, art, music, the basics of getting to know someone better.

Sam finished his apple and tossed the core into the woods, "David want to play truth or dare?"

David almost choked on the grapes he was eating and dropped them, "Sam that game is a recipe for disaster you know that right?"

Sam ignored him and started the game, "Truth or dare, when you called me sweetheart what do you mean, am I your sweetheart?"

David flopped back on the blanket and covered his face, "Sam it was just words you know?" Sam frowned and plucked at the corner of his towel, "So you are a liar then like someone else I know…you don't really care about me."

"No I'm not a liar, ok Sam yes you are my sweetheart ok?"

Sam rested on his side, his back to the teacher, "Don't do me any favors, I already have someone that tells me things and says he cares but I end up feeling stupid when I try to show I care. I don't need another guy like that."

David reached out and rested his hand on Sam's neck and started to rub it with his fingers, he voice was soft and deep, "I'm sorry…you have to know this is not a normal situation, I could get in a lot of trouble Sam. You are my sweetheart, no lie I promise."

Sam rolled toward him and they were almost touching, "I know…I'm not stupid, I'm in something not normal right now. This is actually a lot more normal than what I have with that other guy." David smiled at Sam and tucked the soft waves of pretty hair behind the boys ear, "Sam your brother and I…. well we kind of look alike. I don't mean twins or anything but actually people would think Dean and I were brothers before you both."

David wasn't sure if he should even ask but he wanted to know who the other man was, "Do you think maybe you like me because of the resemblance? Maybe I'm a softer, safer version of your brother, Dean with a PhD in history?"

"Maybe…I don't know, Dean thinks the same thing, but you both aren't me. I'm fourteen but I know things, I am tired of everyone telling me what to do and how to be. Telling me I'm too young and I'm not ready for sex, its ok if he touches me or kisses me or if you do but I can't have what I want. I feel like I'm like just a body you know?"

And there it was, now David knew the truth and there was no unknowing it. Sam's relationship with his brother Dean was laid out on the table minus the details. Suddenly for David keeping Sam Winchester for himself didn't sound as perverted as he thought before.

They laid together looking through the photos and laughing, the last ones with them kissing and Sam holding David's ass were the best. David chuckled and Sam smiled at him, "What's for funny?"

"Sam I missed my calling, I should have taught creative writing instead of history… just my mind working overtime again."

"Sam rested his head on David's chest and closed his eyes, "I like stories…Dee tells me stories sometimes, what's it about?"

David closed his eyes and started to spin his romantic little tale, "Once upon a time.."

Sam let out a little laugh, "Sounds good already." David tweaked his nose, "Ok are you going to be a good boy and listen now?"

"Yes daddy."

"Gross Sam…Ok…once upon a time there was a lonely king that had all the fine trappings the world could offer but none of it meant a thing because he had no one to share it with. One day the prince was on a long journey to a ….I don't know…a fancy dress ball and while the carriage was traveling through the village a stunning youth caught his eye. He was smart, clever, funny and had a big heart."

Sam raised his head up and frowned at David, "He could tell all that because he was stunning? As Bobby would say, I call bullshit…I think he got to know those things about the youth because Sam was stunning in the first place."

David pushed Sam's head back down, "I never said his name was Sam."

"So what is his name then?"

"Sam."

"HA I knew it! David you are a crappy story teller, stick with history. Ok I'm sorry what happens next honey?"

David smiled at being called honey, "Ok sweetheart, the king swept the youth off his feet and took him to his castle and pledged his love to the boy."

Sam sighed, "Just more words…will he take care of the boy and not make him feel stupid or tease him, will the king let him have dreams and not make fun of them and will he let the boy decide what to do with his own body?"

"Sam the king will promise to take care of him, never make him feel stupid or tease him and always be supportive of his dreams. The boy can do what he wants with his own body but anything else both of them have to agree to…meaning the boy is too young at fourteen to have intercourse."

Sam sat up and plucked a dandelion from the grass rubbing the gold off on his fingers, "I don't know how this story will end."

"How do you want it end Sam?" Sam's voice had a tremble in it, "I said I don't know…don't push me."

Sam looked down at the teacher and examined his body, every inch was sculpted and so much like his brothers except David had a slight softness to edges and somehow it was comforting to him, a delicious treasure trail vanished at the top of the towel, Sam yanked it open and there was the thick, long penis of his teacher resting between David's legs. Sam smiled and ran is finger down the shaft, "Its beautiful…I knew it would be."

David's eyes snapped open, "Ok time to go home." Sam sat on top of him and looked at him with an edge of misplaced anger, "I'm tired of being the good boy. Dean gets everything he wants, friends and lovers, everyone thinks he is so cool and then he comes home to me and brags about it."

Sam broke down and started to cry, "I'm not allowed to date or have friends, he thinks everyone I like is stupid but when I want something I can't have it…or him. Well now I want you, your nice to me David…you care about me and you don't just say it …right? You love me and will take care of me, no other boyfriends or girlfriends because I'm the special on and you don't need anyone else to make you happy."

Sam balled up his fists and held them to his chest, David pulled him into a hug and Sam fought a moment and then his body let go and he sobbed into the man's shoulder. He covered the boy up with the blanket and let him cry himself out and when he couldn't let out one more tear David helped him up and slipped his shorts and t shirt back on.

"Sam I'm going to take you home now and we can talk tomorrow."

….

They turned into the long driveway and stopped, the sun was almost set and David prayed Dean Winchester wasn't hidden in the darkness of the salvage yard sitting in wait for him.

Intense green eyes watched carefully from the shadows and Dean waited to see how close the car got to the house.

TBC