Sam's POV:
The sunlight peeking through the cheap hotel blinds, scorches the outsides of my eyelids and I squint. I rub the sleep from my eyes and look over at Dean. He's asleep on his stomach with his arms and legs thrown out around him, his soft snores like music to my ears. The sheet rides low on the curve of his ass and my hands itch to trace it. I shake my head and slowly get out of bed, trying not to wake Dean. I throw on some jeans and one of Dean's t-shirts. It stretches tight across my shoulders and I lift the collar and sniff, trying to catch a trace of Dean's scent. He snorts and rolls over in the bed, his hand searching for me before pulling my pillow to his chest. My lips curve into a delighted smile and I lean down to brush a soft kiss to his hair. My bag sits by the door and I swing it over my shoulder before pulling the door closed quietly behind me. I walk across the street to the diner and search for an empty booth away from the chatter of the locals. I pull my laptop and notebook from my bag when a strange man slides in across from me. He wears layers, despite the warm spring temperature and a wide hat pulled low on his face.
"Can I help you?" The man says nothing for a moment before grinning at me. He tilts his face up and pulls the dark sunglasses off.
"I saw a handsome man enter alone and thought to myself, ask him to breakfast." He pulls his hat off and sits it beside him.
"If you don't mind I would prefer to eat alone." The man grins bigger and turns his full face to me. My heart skips a beat and he licks his lips. His face is angelic, smooth tan skin, straight white teeth and eyes the deepest shade of blue I've ever seen. He shakes out his shaggy, sand colored hair and thrusts his hand out. I stare at it for a moment before doing the same. He clasps my hand tight and his skin is hot to the touch. My skin tingles from where we touch and I quickly pull back. He smiles and places his hands in his lap.
"I'm Liam. Are you here doing homework?" He continues to smile at me and cocks his head to the side, as if studying me.
"I'm Sam. I'm here working on a news article actually." The lie slips past my lips easily and Liam nods along, his eyes continuing to search my face. The waitress appears and he finally turns his gaze away from me. He rambles on about his order and I take this chance to study him. His face has the softness and curves of a man used to the comforts of life, but his body is compact and sturdy looking under all his layers. He is cute and if I weren't with Dean I might even try to chat him up. He laughs at something the waitress says and catches me staring. He holds my gaze and flicks his tongue out, wetting his lips. His eyes are vibrant and full of hunger. My breath catches in my throat and I have to force myself to look away. The waitress asks what I want and I just throw out the first thing I see on the menu. Liam grins at my reaction and his eyes soften as he relaxes in his seat. The waitress bustles away as I fiddle with my pen.
"Your quite lovely Sam. Are you seeing anyone?" His melodic voice flows over me and I almost drop my pen. I look up at him and he watches me with tender eyes and a gentle smile. I'm about to answer when the door chimes behind him and Dean enters, his hair sleep tousled. I catch his eye and he makes his way over, a sweet smile on his lips. He stops at our table and looks at Liam, his eyes crinkled. I scoot over in my booth and he slides in next to me, his hand stroking the inside of my thigh for a moment under the table.
"I woke up and you were gone. Coffee urge first thing?" Dean rumbles beside me, his voice still laced with sleep. I nod and press my shoulder up against his. Liam smiles at Dean and holds out his hand for him to shake. Dean stares at it. Liam frowns slightly before lowering his hand.
"Dean, this is Liam. We just met." Liam throws me a smile and folds his hands on the table.
"I saw Sam walk in and knew I had to meet him. He's just so handsome, I could eat him right up." I flush under his praise and Dean scoots closer to me. The waitress returns with our food and Dean orders his usual bacon and eggs. Dean stares Liam down as he unfolds his napkin and silverware. I shovel my breakfast in my mouth, unsure what to say next. Dean breaks the silence and slings his arm over the back of our booth, settling in beside me.
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Dean's POV:
I wake up and Sam is gone, the side of his bed growing cold. I didn't get to wake up with my man in my arms, or get to give him his early morning blowjob. So to say the least I am not in a chipper mood. I hate when Sam wakes up before me and sneaks out of the room. I'm a late sleeper but that doesn't mean I wouldn't get up early to be with him if he woke me up. It's something I need to talk to Sam about that's for sure. It also doesn't help that when I walked in, Sam is having breakfast with some guy who is mentally fucking him with his eyes. I wanted to stake a claim to Sam, hump his leg or pee a circle around him, or just push him over the table and fuck him raw. I grin as I relax in the booth next to Sam, my arm slung around the back, my fingers in reach to touch the silky strands of his hair.
"So Liam, you a local?" The bastard grins at me again and eats his breakfast slowly.
"I'm on a vacation of sorts. I'm actually looking for someone and hoping to meet up with them soon." His usual smile falls away and his face grows serious. He grips his fork with surprising force and it bends slightly under his fingers. He releases it with a sigh and smiles once more.
"Well, I hope you find them." Sam murmurs beside me as he chews and I twitch my fingers over the tiny hairs at the nape of his neck. He smiles over at me before wiping his mouth off with his napkin. Never once did I think I would be jealous of a napkin but here we are. Liam sits back in his seat and folds his hands in his lap. He looks between us, his eyes curious.
"Are you two together?" Sam sputters slightly, choking on his toast. He peeks over at me, unsure if he should say we are brothers or partners. I want to claim him and tell this smiling bastard that Sam belongs to me but I don't want him to feel like I forced him to tell people. I shrug and he frowns slightly before glancing at Liam.
"We're brothers." Sam's voice is tinged with sadness and I look over to see hurt flash in his eyes before he smiles at Liam. Damn it. I should have told that bastard Sam was mine the first moment I walked in. Liam grins at Sam and reaches out to touch his hand. I grit my teeth and clench my fork. Thankfully Sam pulls away before he can touch him but Liam only smiles bigger. He pulls out his wallet and tosses some bills on the table. He grins at Sam and pulls a card from his pocket. He pushes it our way and scoots out of the booth.
"My number is on the back, give me a call sometime." He winks and throws a flirty wave over his shoulder as he leaves. Sam stares at the card for a moment before pushing it aside. He finishes his coffee as I eat the last bit of my eggs, the silence growing uncomfortable around us.
"I'm sorry." Sam pauses and looks over at me, his smoky blue eyes shine with sadness. I lean towards him and bump our noses together. He smiles briefly before frowning into his coffee.
"It's not like we have to tell everyone but sometimes I want people to know your mine." Sam shrugs and studies the coffee grinds at the bottom of his cup. I grip his chin and force his head to meet mine.
"We can tell anyone you want. I love you Sammy." Sam finally smiles and I lean over to brush a sweet kiss to his puffy lips. He grips my thigh and parts under my searching tongue. We kiss, our tongues dancing when someone next to us, clears their throat. I pull away from Sam, his eyes dilated and his lips wet from my kiss. I look over at our waitress and she smiles at us, her eyes crinkled with amusement. I throw some bills on the table and pull Sam up with me.
"Thank you for the food, my boyfriend really enjoyed it." Sam shines and beams at me. The waitress chuckles and I pull Sam from the restaurant.
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Mysterious POV:
I watch as they leave the diner, their voices cheerful but to far away to make out what they are saying. They get into their car and drive across the street to the cheap apartments. A vacancy sign dances above the building and I smile. Time to check in.