This is the final chapter! The second part of Sam's plan and Dean's in for a surprise. The break between chapters was a fair bit longer than I intended…oops! But I did start posting another story in the SPN fandom so go check it out :)
The following morning, Sam gradually reached consciousness, taking in the sleep-warm skin pressed against him, Dean's relaxed form adhered to his side, face resting on his chest. Sam smiled, lifting his hand to stroke the soft skin of his lover's back under his thin t-shirt. His fingertips barely made contact, but Dean's sensitive flesh rose into goose bumps at the touch.
Noting the angle of the sun slanting through the curtains, Sam knew it was going on late morning and he was glad they'd both managed to sleep so late. After the last few days of barely getting any sleep between them, the late hour made Sam more than happy. Continuing the gentle motions against Dean's back, Sam looked down at his brother's face, pleased to see how peaceful he looked, lashes fanned over heat-flushed cheeks, mouth open to release slow, even breaths.
After a little while of simply lying still and listening to Dean's breathing, Sam finally felt his brother start to stir. He forced himself not to tense, hoping Dean's reaction this morning would be more accepting than his response a few days earlier. Sam kept rubbing Dean's back, keeping up the soothing motion and made firmer contact as Dean fully woke. His lover turned his face into Sam's chest and kissed the skin there, squeezing the arm around Sam's waist tight as he did so. "Morning," whispered Sam, praying that speaking aloud wouldn't initiate any panic.
Dean's breath puffed against Sam's chest. "Morning," he whispered back even more quietly. A long pause hung between them. "I'm sorry about the last few days."
"You've got nothing to be sorry for, Dean. You needed some time. There's nothing wrong with that." Dean nodded, fingers playing along Sam's ribs. Sam lifted a hand to stop the nervous motion, stilling Dean's fingers with his own, threading them together. "Are you still willing to try?" Sam was hoping Dean remembered their conversation from the night before. As luck would have it, he seemed to, though when he lifted his head, his green eyes looked vaguely fearful.
"I don't know if I can do it Sam. How do I just believe you when…" His voice choked off.
Sam carded his free hand through Dean's hair, dragging his hand back to cup Dean's cheek. "All I ask is that you try. Trust me. Trust that I won't lie to you." Sam's hazel eyes implored Dean to agree, pleaded with his brother to believe in him.
Dean's jaw clenched, but he nodded. His fingers clasped tightly around Sam's. Sam squeezed right back, reassuring his brother. Dean took a deep breath and dropped back down, tucking his face into Sam's neck, kissing the skin there softly as Sam's arms wrapped firmly around his body.
Content to just lay in bed with his lover, Sam insisted they stay there the rest of the day, getting up only to use the bathroom and pay the delivery man for the food they called in. As the day wore on, Dean seemed to lose some of the lingering vulnerability from their earlier conversations and laughed with Sam. They talked, about anything but the issue they were dealing with, and touched each other, kissing heatedly for long bouts of time though it never escalated further. They were both simply happy to be intimate with each other, close again after a few long days apart.
After finishing the pizza they ordered, they curled up together, legs entwined, and eventually felt sleep pulling at their eyelids. Holding Dean snugly in his arms, Sam felt his lover's breaths even out and let himself follow soon after.
When Sam opened his eyes it was going on dusk, the light in the room dim and softly filtering through the white curtains. The setting sun cast a warm glow outside, the last bits of daylight giving the room a hazy feeling. With the way Dean had acted today and his promise to try, Sam knew it was time for the second part of his plan. He gently unwound Dean's fingers from his arm, sliding out from under his brother's body and leaving him to settle in the heated spot he left behind.
Watching for a long moment to make sure his lover still slept, Sam reluctantly moved away and crouched down, pulling out his purchase from under the bed. He lifted the long object and stood it upright, glancing at Dean every few seconds to verify he was still sleeping. Readjusting it a few times and stepping back to make sure it was positioned properly, Sam finally felt satisfied. He looked to Dean. It was time.
Crawling up from the foot of the bed, Sam situated himself beside Dean, smiling when his brother's freckled nose wrinkled into the pillowcase. Sam reached down the side of the bed and rummaged around in his duffle, a grin flitting across his face as he pulled out what he needed.
Coming back up with his FBI impersonator tie, Sam leaned over Dean, ever so gently lifting his head to slide the thin fabric underneath. When it was in position, Sam pulled the two ends together and tied them, pulling the material snug but not too tight to form a blindfold over Dean's eyes. Satisfied that Dean's vision was cut off for the time being, Sam gripped Dean's arm and pulled, rolling his brother's body towards him. He wanted Dean on his back for this.
With Dean face-up on the mattress, Sam now had access to his stomach and he took full advantage. He pressed Dean's t-shirt up to his ribs and dragged his fingers back down over smooth skin, thumb brushing his hipbone at the bottom, loving the jut of bone that pressed through the skin and just screamed sexy. Dean's breath hitched. Another gentle brush of his hand up Dean's side and back down and Dean was awake, body tensing in the forced darkness.
"Trust me, remember?" Sam chided, continuing his caress. He felt Dean relax under his hand, a sharp exhale puffing over Sam's face.
"Wha's goin' on?" Dean mumbled.
Sam kissed Dean's temple. "We're going to try something a bit different." He said, brushing his thumb just under Dean's navel. "You said you'd trust me. Can you do that?" Dean swallowed heavily, but managed a small nod. If Sam could see Dean's eyes, he knew they'd be showing his fear right then. If Dean was afraid of anything it was going into something without being in control.
"Sit up for me," Sam prompted, pushing his hand into the small of Dean's back. When Dean remained still, Sam nudged him, and then Dean was pushing himself up, looking beautiful but awkward and stiff in the center of the mattress without his vision.
Sam climbed to the edge of the mattress and urged Dean forward, helping him get situated so his legs hung down over the foot of the bed. "I'm gonna get you undressed now, okay?" He wasn't asking, not really, but he knew Dean would feel better if it sounded like he was being given the choice. Dean again gave a short, small nod. "Arms up." In seconds, Dean's t-shirt was up and over his head and Sam was dropping it to the floor, running his hands over Dean's sides in a soothing gesture.
"So beautiful," he murmured, and a little more loudly, "lift your hips." Dean's cheeks flushed red, but he did as asked, pushing his feet against the floor so he could stand temporarily. Sam dragged the boxers over his legs and nudged Dean to sit back down. Fully undressed, Dean was starting to look pretty uncomfortable, his hands curled into the comforter next to his legs, face angled at the floor even though he couldn't see.
Sam fit himself behind Dean on the bed, scooting up so his chest pressed to Dean's back, legs spread so they dangled down on either side of his brother. He stroked his hands up and down Dean's arms, moving slowly to calm his brother's racing heart and leaned in so his chin rested on Dean's shoulder. "Ready?" he whispered.
Still not speaking, Dean nodded. Sam let go of Dean's arms and dug his fingers into the knot of the tie. Pulling the two ends free of each other, Sam slowly dropped the tie from in front of Dean's eyes, that too falling to the floor. His eyes were only for Dean at the moment and he watched as Dean blinked in the new lighting and then seemed to freeze completely – like a rabbit in the sights of a predator. Dean's eyes widened so they seemed to take up half of his face, his mouth rounding in protest, head starting to shake side to side. "N-" he started before Sam cut him off.
"Shhh, Dean. It's okay. Trust me, remember?" Dean's head was still moving, telling Sam 'no'. Sam held onto his lover, rubbing his sides, keeping their bodies close together. Before them, at the foot of the bed, was a full-length three-way mirror. In it, he could see the fear welling up in Dean's eyes, the slight trembling that had just started only barely visible. "All I want you to do right now is look at yourself. Just look." Dean's eyes started darting all over the place after being given the instruction, his gaze unable to stop on any one spot for longer than a second. Sam could see how uncomfortable Dean was, but part of this process was working past that. His hands never left Dean's skin, never stopped the soothing caresses over his arms and sides, even brushing over his thighs.
"Lean into me," he whispered at Dean's ear, "relax." Hesitantly, Dean leaned back, turning his face towards Sam's neck at the same time. Sam used two fingers to nudge him back. "Trust me," he reminded again. After Dean seemed to settle some, Sam released a deep breath.
"Sammy…I don't know if…I don't think I can–" Sam hushed him.
"You can, Dean. We're gonna start simple. I'm gonna touch you and you're gonna tell me what you see. All I ask is that you be honest."
"What I see." Dean seemed to be testing the words. Sam smiled and nodded, pressing a kiss to Dean's jaw.
Brushing the very tips of his fingers over Dean's arms, Sam felt his brother shiver in his hold. He continued the feather-light motion until Dean spoke softly. "My skin – there's goose bumps everywhere."
Sam nodded. "What does that tell you?" Dean shrugged, shifting in Sam's hold. "Alright, what would it tell you if you were looking at me?"
"It would mean you feel good." Sam could tell his lover was having a hard time speaking, barely keeping himself from running away.
"That's good De'. What else do you see?" Sam pressed a little harder this time, dragging his fingers up Dean's belly, grazing over his heart and dropping back down.
Swallowing thickly, Dean tilted his head, making himself watch his own body in the mirror. "My muscles are tight. They kind of…tense, when you rub over them."
"Good," whispered Sam hotly into his brother's neck, warm breath puffing over Dean's ear. Dean's head dropped back slightly, eyes fighting to stay on the mirror. When they veered off and remained focused on the wall across from the bed, Sam reached up and nudged Dean back into place. "You can do this." Dean's gaze was still flitting across the mirror, but he was focusing for prolonged moments more and more.
"My pupils are really big now. Fuck, they're huge. And my eyes feel heavy – they look…I look fucked out." Sam's hand journeyed back up, this time joined by the other, tweaking Dean's nipples, thumbs brushing over the small nubs, flicking near relentlessly over the puckered flesh. A small moan broke free from Dean's throat. "Shit, my nipples are so hard, wrinkled and…and kind of red now…and fuck," he panted. Sam finally released the tender flesh and dropped lower, one hand cupping the taper of Dean's waist, the other teasing at the crease between groin and thigh. A breathy sigh passed Dean's lips. "My lips are kinda swollen. Crap, I've been biting them – feels good, Sammy. Oh god, my dick is getting hard…so hard." Dean's words got even quieter as his head started to drop back.
"Nuh-uh. Come on De'. Tell me what your cock looks like – I know you can feel it getting hard, but describe it Dean. Make me see it through your eyes."
Fingers bit into Sam's thigh, but he didn't mind. Dean seemed to wrestle with his tongue for a moment, but after a few long seconds of hesitation, the broken stream of words picked up again. "It-It's not super big, but it's thick and it's lifting off my thighs. Shit, the head is so red, and it's pulsing – I can see my blood throbbing in the vein underneath. Fuck!" Sam's fingers tickled at the base, just barely brushing the sensitive skin there. "I'm starting to leak. God, there's so much…I can't sit still…and my hips keep lifting. Sammy, please."
"You're doing so good Dean. Not done yet though. Keep going."
Dean gave a small nod, breathing heavily before forcing himself to speak. "My chest is all red – it's spreading up from my belly. My cheeks are super red too – almost can't see my freckles." Sam knew Dean was really outside his usual headspace then. If his brother was more focused or reserved like he usually was, he never – not in a million years – would have mentioned his freckles. He was convinced they didn't exist, or at least that's what he told people.
Sam stroked lightly over his lover's cock, massaging the pre-come into the tender head. Dean panted, chest heaving, fingers tightening even more into the skin of Sam's leg. "My toes are curling. Shit, never realized how hot that is. There's sweat on my chest and I can feel it on the backs of my knees." He panted, sucking in air before continuing. "Mmm, my back's arching, can't keep my hips still. Fuck, oh god." Sam gently cupped Dean's balls, rubbing at the skin right behind them. Dean moaned loudly, head flopping back onto Sam's shoulder.
"Little more Dean," Sam urged, nudging his brother's head back up as the other hand still kneaded softly at sensitive, blood-thick skin. Barely any pressure and Dean was near desperate. Sam knew it was Dean's own words more than the physical sensations that were bringing him close to the edge.
"My dick is twitching, god it's so hard. I swear the head is turning purple." Sam pressed his fingers lower, nudging Dean's thighs apart, and tentatively brushed over his lover's hole. It was always a toss-up how his brother would react. His hope at that moment was that his brother was so preoccupied he would allow Sam the exploration. As his one finger traced the rim, Dean pushed down, eyes dropping in the mirror to find the new sensation.
"Feels good. My thighs are so tense, god, and my hole – can see it twitching, just a little. Fuck, my balls are drawing up – 's hot. Shit."
Giving a little more pressure, Sam slipped the one finger inside his lover up to the first knuckle. Dean's breath choked off in his throat before releasing in a long moan, head dropping back, hips lifting off the bed, feet pushing off the floor, dick twitching hard as he came, thick white streaks coating his stomach.
Sam slid his arms around Dean, enveloping him in the warmth and comfort of his little brother. Tense with the pleasure coursing through his system, Dean seemed ignorant to everything else, soft whimpers the only sound in the room. "Shhh, Dean. You did so good baby. God, you're amazing – see that? You are so beautiful and all you had to do was look for it. Made yourself come didn't you De'? Talked yourself to orgasm just looking at how beautiful you are." Sam kissed his brother's cheek and his throat, sucking a light mark into Dean's shoulder before pulling away.
Whimpers having stopped, Dean now sat limply in Sam's hold. After a long few minutes of nothing, Sam finally felt Dean start to fidget, head moving restlessly on Sam's shoulder. "Ready to move Dean?" His lover managed a nod. "Okay, just a second. I want you to look at one more thing." Sam reached up to help Dean lift his head, supporting him so his lover could see what he looked like now.
Dean shut his eyes, trying to turn away. "Don' wanna," he said, sounding quite similar to a petulant child.
"Dean. Please." With a soft sigh, Dean's eyes fluttered open. "Now tell me what you see."
Dean seemed to be fighting the urge to look away, but he held his gaze on the mirror. "I-my hair is wild," he laughed quietly, "like crazy sex hair."
"Mmm, and?" Sam encouraged, trying to keep his hands still this time.
"And…there's sweat everywhere, it's dripping down my temples…I guess it looks kind of cool – my whole body's sorta shiny…feel's gross though." Sam chuckled, kissing the skin behind Dean's ear. His brother's voice sounded a little drunk, slurred from pleasure, dragging over some of the words. Sam waited while Dean worked up to speaking again.
"My nipples are still hard." Dean sounded almost surprised and kind of awestruck, gasping when he lifted a hand and brushed over one. "Shit, they're sensitive – never realized before..." Dean trailed off distracted, fingers still lightly rubbing over the raised nub, eyes entranced as he watched his body react in the mirror. Sam let him have a moment and then he bumped his arm, a gentle reminder to move on.
Startled, Dean's eyes shot to Sam's in the mirror, a deep blush flooding his cheeks. Sam rewarded him with a wide grin and a kiss to his cheek. "Keep going. Then, if you want, we can go back and explore your body however long you want."
Dean's blush somehow managed to darken. "Okay…my stomach is still really tense, I can see the muscles flexing…and my come – shit, it's everywhere," A groan escaped Dean's lips, a sound of both embarrassment and admiration.
"Why does that bother you, De'?"
"It doesn't…bother me. It's just embarrassing as fuck."
"Why's it embarrassing? It tells me you were enjoying yourself, that your body was feeling good. Seems like a healthy reaction to me."
"Dammit, Sam." Dean ducked his head, avoiding Sam's eyes. "Why are we even talking about this? It's all over my stomach and hallway up my chest – look's like I can't control myself."
"Hmm, orgasms aren't supposed to be controlled Dean. It's one of the few times your body is allowed to be completely carefree. You shouldn't try and control it."
"Okay. I got it. Thanks. Let's move on." Sam pressed his lips together, but nodded. "Great…my legs are shaking a little. They were doing it more a minute ago. Guess that's how you know it was good…"
"Anything else?" Dean shook his head. "Good. You did amazingly Dean. I know this doesn't fix anything, but I'm hoping it helps a little. I want you to promise me something. Can you do that?"
"What is it?"
Sam smiled. "I want you to promise me that you'll keep trusting me and if we're doing something that's making you feel embarrassed or insecure, I want you to think about if you would want your partner – if you would want me – to do what you're having trouble with."
Dean stared at his lap, still leaning against Sam's chest. "So, if I don't want to get naked one night, you want me to ask myself if I would want you naked?"
Sam nodded. "That's pretty much it. And if you're still struggling with something, tell me Dean. I'm not going to have a problem with helping you work through something. If you can't do it one day, okay, fine. We'll work on getting you through it another day. Everyone needs a break sometimes. We'll get there, okay? Sound good?"
Inhaling deeply, Dean nodded, and then exhaled. "Kay, Sammy. I promise I'll keep working on it."
"That's all I ask. How are you feeling?'
"Like I really need a shower. And maybe a burger. Yeah, that sound's fantastic right now." Dean groaned, head lolling back on Sam's shoulder.
Laughing, Sam shimmied forward, pushing Dean to his feet and standing behind him in front of the mirror. He held Dean close and kissed his hair. "Thank you for trusting me Dean." A light blush filed his brother's cheeks once more, but Dean met his eyes and nodded, swallowing thickly.
Sam felt so relieved in this moment than he felt his breaths coming easier. He had hoped his plan would work, but until now, he'd been terrified that all it would do is push Dean away. Now, with the progress they'd made, Sam could feel the grin threatening to split his face, but forced it back, knowing too much excitement still had the potential to scare Dean off. Instead, he continued to hold Dean close.
After a long moment of staring at each other in the mirror, Dean turned in Sam's hold. He wrapped his arms around Sam's waist, raising his face and sealing his lips over Sam's. Sam welcomed him gladly, pressing his hands into Dean's back to keep him as close as physically possible. A few kisses later, Sam pulled back, angling his forehead to meet Dean's. "Let's go take that shower," he whispered. Dean's eyes just about glowed as he took Sam's hand and dragged Sam behind him into the bathroom. Sam grinned and laughed. After all this time, he was finally getting his first shower with Dean. Spinning the knob, Sam waited for the water to warm and then hefted Dean inside, pushing his brother against the tiled wall, and yanked the curtain shut behind them as he sealed his lips over Dean's.
So this is the end…and I'm kind of sad to write those words. This last chapter really seemed to wrap things up though, so it's time to start on a new story and finish the one I started posting recently. I've got lots of ideas rolling around, so fingers crossed I'll have a new one started soon! Hope you enjoyed this as much as I did.