A/N- Hello again, lovelies! I know, I know this update is long overdue. I have been a little busy writing for some of my other stories. I just realized how much I've neglected this story, for which I apologize. So to make up for that I have an extra long chapter prepared for you. I hope you enjoy it! Please remember to review after reading, your continued interest is my inspiration. Entrevue Sam and Dean!
Disclaimer- I'm sure you all know by now but...Intensely Graphic sexual content, some vulgar language, Semen kink (new)
We were sitting in yet another diner in some small backwoods town. Sam was devouring his chef salad, had already downed three glasses of water and two cups of coffee and was signaling the waiter again. I raised my eyebrows, the double quarter-pounder with extra bacon and cheese in my hands three quarters of the way gone already. Our waiter was some quirky, young-looking guy, his face all soft angles, except for his high cheekbones, with long, shaggy, dark hair, full, soft, very pink lips and a very white smile. When he flounced over his large, dark blue eyes glittered only for Sam.
"Anything else I can get you?"
He licked his lips giving Sam a quick once over, pulling out the little notebook in the pocket of his apron. Sam smiled up at him and our waiter's smile grew brighter than a hundred watt light bulb, a blush flushing his cheeks. Sam seemed to appreciate our all too pretty waiter too much for my comfort.
"Yeah. Can I get a bowl of your house soup? Hold the crackers, please." The waiter was watching Sam's mouth when he spoke. I frowned, about to tell the little weasel to piss off. He nodded.
"Anything for you." The guy flushed about five different shades of red like he hadn't meant to say that aloud, which only got worse when Sam's smile widened. Even I had to admit, he was cute. "I'll be right back with your soup." He mumbled.
He sped off and I had no doubt he would be back as soon as the soup was lukewarm and ladled into a bowl. I bit back my jealousy. Sam had neither done nor said anything overtly sexual to the boy yet he did watch the guy walk away for a few seconds. The door opened and I used that as an excuse to turn around and watch the rest of our waiter's retreat. Damn! I had to give credit where it was due, the man looked great walking away. He was tall and had a lithe physique that suggested a history of dance and I was willing to bet he looked great out of his clothes. I briefly glanced at the three rednecks that had just walked in, rocking the plaid button downs, jeans and belt with the shiny buckle and boots. Though not exactly cowboy material, they were close enough. Sam was looking too and jealousy spiked through me, even if the rational side of my brain said he was doing exactly what I was doing. I turned back around and started digging into my plentiful mound of fries.
"Hungry today aren't ya?" I grumbled around my fries, watching as he shoveled the rest of his salad into his mouth. I rolled my eyes. "Do you ever eat anything that clogs your arteries? You know, actual, substantial food?" I grumbled. I was feeling particularly surly at the moment and I knew Sam noticed it from his raised eyebrow.
"Yes. When I'm in the mood for it, or when I really need it."
I shook my head, going back to my burger, taking a huge bite, grease running down my chin. Of course that was when our pretty-boy waiter decided to pop back up. I dropped the burger on my plate and tried to go for my napkin, quickly and discreetly but of course the boy had seen me already, a stupid grin on his face.
"Good, eh?" I nodded, wiping my mouth.
"Like deep fried crack." The boy frowned slightly, not getting my humor then plastered his smile back on.
"Glad you like it. I can get you another one to go if you want?" I looked down at my burger and really wanted to say yes but then I didn't want to give the guy another excuse to come back to our table. I shook my head.
"Nah. I'm good."
The boy nodded then looked back at Sam who was staring at me with a single eyebrow raised. He turned to the boy, turning on the charm. The boy actually sighed. It was a small sigh but I heard it and stuffed another bite of burger into my mouth so I didn't grind my teeth.
"He'll take one of those to go." The boy grinned, probably at the fact that he had another chance to talk to Sam. I raised my eyebrows but knew protesting would do no good.
"Absolutely. I'll give it to you at the counter when you come up to pay." I felt the urge to be childish and mock the increasingly irritating boy or tell him the food had better be all he tried to give Sam. When he turned away Sam focused back on me, tenting his fingers over his steaming bowl of soup.
"What is your problem."
Not a question, just a plain statement. He just sat staring at me and I knew if I didn't answer him we'd never get out of here, which I wanted more than anything. I swallowed, took a drink of my coke and wiped my mouth, staring at Sam.
"Why are you flirting with our waiter?" Sam blinked a few times then he actually laughed which further pissed me off. "What?" I hated being laughed at when I was mad.
"I'm not flirting, Dean. This is how I treat all our waiters and waitresses. You know, kind and courteously, something you aren't very good at." I frowned.
"I can be courteous!" I say indignantly. He raised his other eyebrow and cocked his head to the side.
"Being able to do something and actually doing it are not the same thing, Dean." I frowned and stuffed another fry into my mouth.
"Whatever." I grumbled, sucking down more soda. "I can be courteous." I said under my breath. Sam chuckled then picked up his spoon and began eating his soup.
"How far until the next motel?" Sam asked.
"Don't know. Guess we'll get there when we get there." I sounded as cranky as I was. Sam said nothing, finishing his soup in silence. He didn't even have to get the waiters attention, the boy popped up as if he'd never stopped watching Sam.
"Are you finished?" He asked, as if the empty bowl hadn't made that clear enough.
"Uhm-hmm." Sam responded.
When the boy reached over to grab the bowl Sam lightly wrapped his fingers around the boys wrist. The boy froze, staring Sam right in his eyes. Sam was smiling a smile I could only describe as incredibly flirtatious. I would bet my Impala the boy's heart was racing in time with the filthy thoughts that were inevitably running though his mind.
"Could you do me a favor?"
"Um..." The guy seemed at a loss for speech capabilities and settled for emphatically nodding his head. Sam's smile widened.
"Can you get me one of those delicious looking strawberry-banana milkshakes?" The boy nodded and Sam cocked his head to the side. "Add chocolate drizzle, with a cherry on top." Sam licked his lips and looked down to where his hand was on the guy's wrist then back up into his eyes. "Don't forget the whipped cream." His voice sounded slightly deeper when he said the last and I nearly exploded.
Sam stroked his thumb lightly against the underside of the guys wrist then let go, sitting back. I audibly heard the boy swallow before he nodded and turned around in such a fluster that he ran right into a stool that was pulled too far out from the counter. He stumbled then turned around, glancing briefly at Sam who was laughing, blush burning a fire in his cheeks and a brilliant, embarrassed smile stretching across his lips. He hurried off to the kitchen and all I could do was glare at Sam, who non-chalantly palmed his water and took a sip, pulling his phone out, fiddling with it, never making eye contact. I was fuming, ready to run back to the kitchen and deep fry that boys pretty, pretty face. The boy returned with the milkshake in record time and I ground my teeth as Sam put his phone down to attentively greet our waiter, who handed Sam the milkshake instead of just placing it on the table. Sam leaned forward and grabbed the glass, making sure to lay his fingers on top of our waiter's. The guy only had eyes for Sam. I wanted to cap him. How dare he stare at my Sam like that!
"Any-" He stopped and swallowed twice before continuing, "Anything else I can do for you?" His voice was breathy but the invitation was clear.
Sam placed his milkshake on the table and dipped his finger into the whipped cream way further than necessary, scooping some of it off the top and slowly putting his finger between his lips just past the second knuckle. I saw his tongue moving inside his mouth as he pulled his finger slowly out. When his finger was all the way out I saw it was perfectly clean. Sam smiled up at the boy before he cocked his head to the side.
"More cream? If you wouldn't mind." The guy shook his head then left again, returning moments later with a can of Reddy Whip in hand. The boy leaned over and began spraying more cream on top of Sam's milkshake with shaking hands. Sam smiled devilishly.
"I love cream. It's my favorite part." Sam actually winked at him and the guy shivered missing the glass for a second. He stopped with the cream as Sam caught the result of the boys distraction with his fingers, sucking them clean again.
"Mmmmm...Thank you-" Sam leaned a little to the side, lips wrapping around the straw in his milkshake, taking a sip as he looked at the boys name tag, "Jeremy. It's delicious." I thought Jeremy was about to swoon as he nodded. Sam offered him another brilliant smile.
"That's it for now. I'll be up to pay for the meal when I'm finished." He looked at me. "Unless you want something else."
I shook my head slowly. What I wanted they didn't have on this menu, actually I was pretty sure it was illegal. Jeremy nodded then reluctantly walked away, rather slowly so he was either waiting to be called back, or it was painful for him to walk with the boner I was almost certain he had. I simmered in my rage, staying silent. If I spoke I was going to blow up, so I kept quiet, watching Sam deliberately follow Jeremy's movements around the diner, offering the boy a smile here and there when the boy looked over. I finally couldn't take it anymore.
"I get it." I hissed, not daring to speak any louder. Sam looked at me, no trace of the lovely smiles he had been offering Jeremy so freely.
"Get what?" His voice sounded innocent which pissed me off.
"I-" I paused to regain my threadbare calm before continuing because I had drawn the eyes of the cowboy wannabees, voice louder than I had intended. "I get it. I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have accused you of flirting with him." Sam looked haughty.
"Now you know what flirting looks like. Don't make this mistake again." I wanted to get irate with him for acting the way he did/was but I could see his point, I didn't like it, but I understood. I nodded. I heard the wannabees chuckling and looked up to see them staring at us.
"Hey." One of them, the bigger of the group raised his voice loud enough for all of us to hear, right after Jeremy delivered two plates of food to their table.
"Yes?" Jeremy sounded exasperated as if he knew what was coming.
"Is there a chocolate factory around here?" Jeremy sighed.
"You know there isn't, Rich." I could tell from the way he was talking to the guy that this wasn't his first encounter with them.
"Really? Cuz' there sure are a lot of fudge packers in my diner today."
Rich and his friends exploded in laughter. I stiffened, my rage taking on an icy edge. Jeremy went to walk away but one of Rich's friends snagged his wrist pulling him to a stop. It was clear he had been drinking, which didn't surprise me at all. Rich spoke up again.
"Hey I got another question for you Jermy. What can turn a fruit into a vegetable?" The boy tried to pull his arm away but when the guy wouldn't let go the boy's shoulders slumped. "Well?"
"I don't know." Jeremy mumbled. Rich sat forward.
"AIDS!" He nearly shouted around a fresh burst of laughter. The other two guys laughed riotously. Jeremy tried to pull away again but the guy holding him yanked on his arm making the boy stumble forward, catching himself on the table with his free hand.
"BO!" A somewhat heavy set woman rounded the counter, waving a metal spatula at the man holding Jeremy who I assumed was Bo.
"Bo, let me go." Jeremy said.
"Aaaaawww..." The man said, feigning injury as his hand fluttered to his heart. Then he yanked Jeremy down, wrapping his arms around the boys chest and hips. "What's a-matter, sugar? Why don't you ever want to take a spin on my cock? Not good enough for you, pretty boy?" Jeremy wriggled, straining against Bo.
"BO, LET ME GO!" I was shaking with the urge to get up and go over there and handle this asshole but Sam and I really didn't need the attention of the police.
"BO! You let him go right now! Don't you make me call the sheriff! I'm sure your wife would love to hear you been drinking again!" The woman was pissed, face red, brandishing her spatula like she was tempted to take the man's head with it. Bo leaned forward and got close to Jeremy's ear.
"Tell me, Jermy, what does GAY stand for?" The boy struggled but Bo wrapped his arms tighter around him. "Huh? Do you know?"
"LET ME GO!"
"It stands for, Got AIDS Yet?" He continued as if Jeremy had never said anything. Rich and the other guy laughed and slapped high fives, snickering.
"You got AIDS yet Jermy?" Jeremy was crying now, fighting against the larger man without success. "Huh? Do ya, ya fuckin' queer?" Sam was suddenly up and out of his seat moving towards the group. He stopped next to the woman. I could tell he was pissed by the tight coil of his muscles and stood, ready to jump in if things got out of hand.
"Are these men of any importance to your business, or of any relation to you or Jeremy?" His voice was cold. The woman eyed him.
"Hell no! And thank god for that!" Sam nodded.
"Good." He walked up to them stopping in front of Bo and Jeremy. Bo eyed him.
"What do you want?" Bo grinned then pulled Jeremy closer to him. "See something you like? This getting you hot, faggot?" Sam crouched in front of Jeremy. He reached out and placed his hand on the boy's knee getting Jeremy to look at him.
"For the next few moments I want you to forget about these assholes and go with whatever I do." He dipped his head down with a sweet smile, capturing the boys eyes more fully. "Can you do that for me?" The boy swallowed a few times then nodded his head more than was needed. Sam smiled.
"Good." He stood and closed the distance between him and Jeremy in one quick movement, pressing his body to the boy's. It took me a second to realize he was kissing Jeremy. I didn't have time to be jealous because Bo starting screaming obscenities right around the time when Rich stood up, yanking Sam backwards by his shirt. Sam went willingly.
"What the fuck you doing, you fuckin' fruit cake!" Rich yelled as Bo shoved Jeremy roughly off him, getting to his feet. Jeremy fell forward, hitting his head against one of the stools.
Rich threw a punch at Sam who dodged it easily, delivering an uppercut that rattled the mans teeth and sent him stumbling back onto the bench he had just recently vacated. Sam quickly stepped forward and grabbed the back of the man's head, bringing his knee up into Rich's face, who promptly fell back on his ass, his head narrowly missing the edge of the table next to them. Sam handled Rich in seconds then turned toward Bo, but not in time to dodge the hay-maker the man threw. He stumbled back a step but caught Bo's next would be punch, pulling him in close and rocking the side of his head with a three elbow combo then used Bo's arm to spin him into the table. Bo's hips slammed against the edge, rocking everything on it. Sam wrenched the arm up between Bo's shoulder blades far enough to get him to scream. He grabbed a handful of the man's grungy hair and bounced his face off the table. Bo's free hand scrambled at the table, knocking plates onto the bench next to the table. Sam bounced the man's head off the table again.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT, MAN?" Bo shouted, sounding scared. Sam pushed his weight into Bo, leaning over him, digging the man's hips into the table edge.
"I want all the ignorant, close-minded, bigoted fucks like yourself to spend eternity in hell being gang raped by horse cocks. Maybe then your assholes will be as big as your egos." He repeated the face-table meet and greet. "But I can't have that. So, I'll just settle for whooping your ass." Once more with the face-table thing. "And an apology."
"I'm sorry!" Sam moved the arm up further between Bo's shoulder blades getting a whimper. "I said I'm sorry, man! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
"Yes you are. You are pathetic. But I wasn't talking about for me, asshole."
He slammed the man's face into the table so hard the glasses cleared the table top and fell over. Sam used the man's arm and an arm around Bo's throat to pull him up to his feet. He spun them so Bo was facing Jeremy who was sitting on the floor where he had fallen, a small gash in his forehead that looked worse than it probably was. Sam released Bo's arm and pulled back long enough to kick the man in the back of his left knee. Bo crashed to his knees. Sam walked around Bo and offered Jeremy a hand, pulling the boy to his feet. Sam walked back around Bo.
"Now apologize to Jeremy for sexually assaulting and verbally abusing him." He crouched next to Bo with a wicked grin on his face. "And it better be sincere, or I swear to you not even god himself will be able to help you." I laughed as I heard the man quietly sobbing and only the woman with the spatula looked at me briefly.
"I'M SORRY! God, I'm so sorry, Jeremy!" Sam slapped the back of Bo's head hard enough that the fool had to catch himself or fall on his face.
"We know that, douche-nozzle. I want you to tell him that you apologize for being a fucking asshole." the man sat back on his heels, looking up at Jeremy.
"I apologize for being a fucking asshole to you, Jeremy! I swear it will never happen again!" The man was crying and flinched when Sam walked around him to Jeremy, standing next to the boy, looking down at Bo then at Jeremy.
"Was that apology to your standards, Jeremy?" The boy looked at Sam and nodded, a grin on his face.
Sam walked over to the woman with the spatula, pulling his wallet out with two of his personal cards in hand. He handed the woman one.
"If any of these assholes ever set foot back in this place with Jeremy here, or just in general if you please, you can reach me at any of those numbers. Leave me a message and be sure to leave your name. I'll be back here to take care of them." She nodded. Sam turned around and strutted back over to Bo, yanking him to his feet and shoving him toward the door, lightly kicking the man in the ass.
"Get out. All of you." He said, looking at the one guy who had been smart enough not to get up.
Rich pulled himself to his feet, staggering behind Bo, both of them dripping blood from their busted noses and lips. The woman walked up to Sam and pulled him into a hug laughing as she pulled him down to kiss his cheek.
"'Bout time someone showed them assholes! Boy, I don't know who you are and I don't care. You are always welcome here!" She switched the spatula to her left hand and held out her right. Sam took it with a smile.
"Goldana! But everyone just calls me Goldy!" The woman was beaming with happiness, green eyes sparkling with her contagious joy. Sam laughed a little.
"Sam. Pleasure to meet you, Goldy." She pulled him in for another hug then held him out at arms length looking him over critically.
"Let me get you some ice to put on that lip of yours." An hour and a half later, after much chit chat, laughter, a lot of hero idolatry from Jeremy and two milkshakes Sam and I stood up from our seats at the counter. Sam pulled out his wallet and when Goldy saw him she shook her head with a stern frown.
"Oh hush with that wallet nonsense, boy. I'll have none of it! The food is on me." She winked then slung her dishtowel over her shoulder. "You boys feel free to drop in anytime! Food is on the house for ya'll." She turned and disappeared inside the kitchen.
"Wait here." Jeremy said before following behind Goldy. I rolled my eyes. I couldn't be mad at Sam any longer for the Jeremy thing, but I didn't have to watch any of it.
"I'm gonna go get the Impala started." I turned but stopped to pick up a few of the plates that Sam had knocked to the floor in his tussle with Bo and Rich.
"Now, you heard what I told Goldy? If those assholes come back here, don't hesitate to call. Or if something...strange, really strange, happens to you or Goldy, call and Dean and I will be here as soon as we can."
I walked out of the diner at that point and had just picked a cassette to listen to when Sam came out, carrying a bag and a fresh milkshake in a to go cup. He got in and we pulled off. We drove in silence for a while until I just had to ask the question that had been bugging me.
"So, he gave you his number, didn't he." Sam sighed in a way that said better than words that he thought I was being ridiculous.
"Yes. He did. And I gave him ours in case he should get in trouble again." I furrowed my brow.
"Why? Why offer our help to them? I'm pretty sure those assholes won't be returning. You made sure of that."
"Because it is what we do." I shook my head.
"Nah. Doesn't wash. What's the real reason you care so much?" Sam gritted his teeth and looked out the window.
"Because, once upon a time I wasn't so unlike Jeremy." I looked at him a couple times.
"You haven't been defenseless like that since you were five." Sam wouldn't look away from the window but I could hear the anger in his voice.
"But I was scared. Embarrassed about the fact that I like men as much as women. Afraid that if people knew they would treat me as less than human." He did look at me then. "Exactly how those men treated Jeremy back there." Silence fell over us for a while and I wanted to hold Sam. I had never known. What had Sam gone through that had hurt him so bad?
"No one should have to be afraid of being who they are, Dean. No one."
I pulled off the highway and five minutes later was pulling into the parking lot of another crappy motel. Sam got out of the car before I had finished putting it into park.
"You go check us into our normal room. I'll get our bags."
He was snatching them out of the backseat as I closed my door. I thought about saying something but didn't. Instead I went and got the room. When I walked to the room I found the door already open. Sam had picked the lock. Our bags were on the bed and his were open, the shower running. I closed the door, sitting on the bed. My poor Sammy. I never should have asked that question back in the car. I had reopened a wound that hadn't had time to heal. I debated over what to do and then I pulled my shirt over my head, kicked my shoes off and stood up, unbuckling my pants on the way to the bathroom. I paused right outside the door, pulling my socks and pants completely off.
I took a deep breath before opening the door and walking inside, gently closing it behind me. I crept over to the shower, pulling the cloth curtain back enough to see Sam facing the shower spray, hands propped against the wall, head hanging down between his shoulders. The smell of his shampoo was thick in the steamy air so I knew he had done that. I stepped inside the shower and walked up behind him, wrapping my arms around his stomach, pulling my body flush to his, resting my cheek against his shoulders, the hot water pouring down over the front of my body, down the side of my face. I had a brief pep talk with my cock, telling it to behave itself, that this wasn't the time for its antics. Sam sighed and his slick skin moved beneath my arms as he turned towards me. I looked up the couple inches at him to see his eyes red, water cascading down over his head. My heart clenched. My poor Sam!
I had no idea what he'd had to go through but I would never ask. I never wanted to see him like this again. I ran my thumb lightly across his cheekbone then down his cheek and over his jawbone and lightly across his bottom lip. He sighed again and closed his eyes, nuzzling his cheek against my palm. I felt my heart flutter at the tender gesture. I wanted to take away the pain I had caused him. I stood up on my toes, sliding my hand against the back of his neck, fingers twining with the hair there, leaning in and claiming his lips. He wrapped his arms around my lower back, pulling me closer as his lips moved so gently against mine, so very liquid soft and warm. He groaned into my mouth and I could feel how very hard he was against me. Pep talk ignored, my body responded. When Sam's tongue slipped inside my mouth I fought to hold onto the thought that I was supposed to be comforting him.
I pulled back and looked at him. He smiled then lifted me just enough to turn me around so that I was under the spray. I closed my eyes, tipping my head back, basking in the glory of the hot water running over me for a moment. I heard Sam make some small noise in the back of his throat before he began running his hands along my body. I opened my eyes, watching his hands and eyes travel all over my body, shivering slightly. He smiled then pulled me out from under the spray, grabbing his loofah. He twisted his body around, grabbing the body wash and squeezing a healthy amount onto said loofah. He lathered it up and got a little closer to me, rotating me again so that his back was closer to the shower spray. He slid his slick hands across my shoulders then down my arms, lifting them slowly. When he got to my hands he laced his fingers with mine, pushing my hands flat against the wall.
"Spread your legs." He said against my ear. I instantly complied, spreading my legs as far as the edges of the tub allowed.
He pulled away so that his skin was no longer touching mine and a second later I felt the loofah against the back of my shoulders, moving slowly down my back. He moved to my ass, then to the sides of my hips, up my sides. I felt his body press into mine as he soaped my chest, then my arms. My breath caught as he moved lower and lower, washing around my cock without ever touching it. Then his body was gone again and he was soaping my legs, thighs, creeping ever closer to where I wanted him to touch me so badly. I could feel a fine tremor in my legs, my cock throbbing with the need for attention. I wanted to touch him but never moved. Sam was leisurely and thorough with cleaning me. I moaned loudly as he gently began cleaning my balls, rolling them between the fingers of one hand as the loofah moved everywhere his fingers weren't. He was moving back, slowly. I felt the loofah slip between my ass cheeks and then he was moving it over my asshole. I writhed a little, head dropping between my shoulder blades, breath coming fast. Then his body was pressed back against mine loofah moving in lazy circles down my chest, moving ever so slowly lower. The anticipation was killing me, or at least it felt like it was. Then he was soaping my cock. I damn near shouted at the contact. He didn't miss anything and I was panting by the time I felt his fingers wrap around me, loofah falling to the floor with a wet plop. His fingers glided teasingly around me, just enough pressure to make me crazy but not as much as I wanted. My hips moved on there own but his fingers dug into my hip, jacking me back against him. I got the message, falling still with a plaintive whimper.
His fingers suddenly closed around me, his whole hand stroking over the hard, incredibly smooth, slick length of my cock. My eyes rolled back in my head. With the soap there was no tugging, the motion of his hand was smooth and flawless, and the little twist of his wrist at the head of each stroke was drawing me dangerously close to orgasm. I moaned his name as I felt the muscles clench up all over my body. Then he was gone and I was being rotated back under the spray of the shower.
A small noise of frustration and disbelief caught in the back of my throat. He moved back and quickly soaped himself, cleaning thoroughly but with none of the leisure he'd taken with me. A low moan crept out of me watching his hands roam all over that amazing body of his. Then he came forward, pushing me back against the wall with a deep, passionate kiss. Two minutes later we were both washed clean and he was turning the water off. I stepped out behind him. He turned around and tangled his fingers in mine, pulling me toward the door, totally skipping the towel part of showering. He moved me to the foot of the bed and left me standing there while he crawled onto the bed, I watched his lush ass move, mouth watering. He laid on his back, hanging his head off the bed in front of me, inches away from my cock.
I moaned at the sight of him sprawled there, naked and wet, glorious and smiling devilishly, eyes gleaming with the heat of sex. He reached his arms out, placing his hands on either side of my outer thighs, pulling me in close. I was about to ask him what he was doing when the hot, liquid warmth of his mouth closed around me. I moaned feeling his mouth move around me. His hands pulled against me a few times before I clued into what he wanted. I began moving my hips, slowly sliding myself in and out of his mouth. My head fell back, hands tangled in his hair. From this angle it was so easy to just slide down his throat. I felt that delicious warmth spread through me and knew I was just this side of coming. Then Sam did something with his throat and I was screaming my orgasm, thrusting my cock deep down his throat so that the thick ropes of my cum had a straight shot to his stomach. Sam was moaning and I pulled back to give him some air, looking down at him.
"Oh God!" I cried out.
I thought I was going to die. Sam had his cock in his hand, which was gleaming, running his hand along himself in fast, full strokes. The sight of him like that almost threw me back into my orgasm. I began thrusting against his mouth again, in time to Sam's strokes. Sam suddenly pulled away moving so that his head was on the bed, just barely so. He looked at me, tauntingly, rolling his body in a sinuous wave. I crawled across the bed and when I reached him I wanted more than anything to taste him. When I went to do that he grabbed my hair and hauled my face up to his, grabbing my right thigh, pulling it over him so that I was straddling his hips. I felt his finger move over my hole and knew he had somehow gotten his hands on the lube as he slid one finger inside me slowly. I moaned, writhing against him. I moved my hips, more than ready to feel him inside me, feeling our cocks rub together. Sam groaned into my mouth at the contact and I wanted to hear more of that. I kept the motion up, riding his fingers, he had slipped two in me now and I hadn't noticed, while keeping up the friction of our cocks rubbing together. He broke the kiss, throwing his head back, moaning my name. My stomach did this weird flip flop at hearing him call my name like that, at being so in control right now. I kept at it and Sam fisted my hair, yanking my mouth down to his for quick, penetrating kiss, breaking it to throw his head back and cry out.
"Oh god, Dean!" I moaned at hearing him cry out like that. "Ride me. Oh God! Ride me!"
I had no idea how to do that but, I'd give anything a shot, and my body burned with the need to have him. Fuck this foreplay shit, I needed him now. I grabbed his hand, pulling his fingers out of me. I reached between my legs, palming Sam's cock, making him hiss. Sam was watching me as I slowly slid the first part of him inside me. We both moaned. By the time I got past the first ring of muscle I couldn't take it anymore. I shoved myself down around him until I was sitting flush against him. The pain of rushing it was brief followed by a burning sensation and on the coattails of that came intense pleasure. Sam and I cried out simultaneously, Sam's fingers digging into my hips, head thrown back. I wanted to hold onto the tightness that made the first penetration so amazing and began thrusting myself against him. My eyes rolled back in my head. The pain, the burn, intensified the pleasure and my whole body shook as an unexpected orgasm ripped through me. Sam took over, thrusting hard into me.
"SAM!" I screamed as my orgasm intensified to the point where the world got dark around the edges with star-bursts in the center and I thought I might pass out.
I heard Sam cry out beneath me and felt his orgasm fill me up. The throaty sounds he was making broke something inside me and me fingers found his hair, yanking him roughly up against me, claiming his lips in a ferocious kiss as I rode him. Sam made a partially surprised sound mixed with his cries of pleasure in my mouth and I felt him shift a little. He had propped himself up with his arms and broke the kiss, throwing his head back, running his hand up his chest, slick with my cum. I watched him lick my cum off his hand and almost came again. I don't know where it came from but I grabbed his hair, and sank my teeth into his neck, taking advantage of his exposed throat. He screamed, hand thrusting into my hair, chest arching into me. I could feel his legs trembling as the thick ropes of his orgasm filled me up again and then I was screaming my orgasm against the flesh of his throat between my teeth. Sam collapsed back onto the bed, taking me with him. I laid on top of him as we both panted hard, Sam's flagging erection still buried deep inside me. We laid there for a while and I suddenly noticed Sam's fingers trailing lazily up and down my side, goosebumps crawling across my skin at the light, intimate contact. I was toeing the line between sleep and reality when Sam flipped me over on my back. He kissed me, softly, leisurely for a few minutes then I felt his hips move back, pulling himself out of me. I cried out and writhed at the friction. Sam stayed propped on his arms, hips between my thighs, staring down at me. Then he dipped his head and I had a second to wonder what he was doing before I felt his tongue laving at my chest, licking my cum, that I'd smeared on me by laying on top of him, off my chest. I groaned feeling my cock get impossibly hard...again.
I smiled, in awe at feeling my body heat up for him again. He was insatiable. I loved this side of Sam...I just loved Sam. He's not real! I shoved Mr. Pessimism back in his box, nearly laughing. If only Jeremy had known the things this man could do, he would weep at never having a shot at him. I let those thoughts go, holding onto the only one that counts...Sam is mine.
A/N- Okay, so this was a really long chapter. I am sorry if the diner scene bored anyone. It is an echo of something I recently experienced, with some additives of course. So I guess it is kind of, psychological leakage? But it really impacted me so...there it is. Please don't forget to review. See you all next chapter!