Part Three

There were two formal dances held each year between Winchester College and the nearby St Swithun's girls' school. The autumn formal was upon them and all the students were expected to attend. Sam and Dean dressed up and danced a few times with various girls even though they were really only interested in dancing with each other. Most of the songs were upbeat so it was fine to dance in groups rather than necessarily in couples, but it was awkward every time a slow song was played. Sam felt a mild pang of jealousy at how tightly a petite blonde was glommed onto Dean as they rocked slowly to the music, but when Dean caught his eye and Sam saw the pained expression on his face, Sam's fears faded away.

They were able to have one slow dance together when a few guys from the rugby team decided to pair up as a gag and soon the room was filled with same-sex couples pretending to make out as they danced. Sam and Dean weren't laughing, but Sam had a secret smile on his face as he held his boyfriend in his arms until the song ended.

"I've got a surprise," Dean whispered to Sam as they stepped apart. He grabbed Sam's elbow and pulled him out of the ballroom, sneaking away before the festivities ended.

Sam was surprised when Dean flagged down a cab and gave an unknown address. They pulled up in front of a quaint bed and breakfast, and when Sam hesitated at the entrance to the house, Dean pressed a hand to his lower back, guiding him inside. They roused the proprietress, who eyed them suspiciously, but was too interested in getting back to whatever program was blaring on the telly behind her to kick up a fuss as Dean claimed his reservation. "Don't make a mess," were her parting words as they climbed the narrow staircase to their room.

"You got us a room," Sam stated as the wooden door closed behind him.

"Well, yeah. I figured it was sort of a tradition back home to get a room after the homecoming dance." Dean looked really eager for Sam to be happy with his choice, and also a little nervous, which Sam found extremely endearing. He wasn't quite ready to let the Dean off the hook, though.

"Chintz curtains and a double bed. Is that all you think it takes to get me to put out?" Sam couldn't keep his stern expression going when he saw legitimate worry cross Dean's face. "Dude," Sam exhaled, pulling Dean into his arms and kissing him deeply. He stroked his fingers down the side of Dean's face as he added, "You had me at the chintz curtains."

"Shut up," Dean scolded and then laughed and pushed Sam back onto the creaking mattress. He pulled his bowtie open and tracked Sam's expression from amused to aroused. Dean grinned. "You like that, huh? Seeing a guy in a tux coming slowly undone?" Dean unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it out of his trousers and leering at Sam as he stood, jacket on, tie hanging loosely at his neck, smooth chest and abdomen exposed.

Sam cleared his throat, which had gone mysteriously dry. "Not any guy in a tux," he corrected. "Just you." He swallowed hard as he felt all his blood rushing south. "Keep going."

Dean flashed a breathtaking grin and toed off his shoes before removing his socks, jacket, and trousers, fishing a small bottle out of his pocket before discarding the items. Sam sat up on the edge of the bed and pulled Dean to stand between his open legs as he eased the shirt off Dean's shoulders. It was the closest he'd ever been to having Dean naked, since at school there was always the chance that someone could knock, and housemasters had the right to open a locked door if no-one answered within 60 seconds, so they'd never risked it. Dean stripped to his boxer briefs in front of Sam was a glorious sight and Sam pressed soft kisses to Dean's abs and hip bones as he stroked up and down the muscular contours of Dean's back. A shiver ran through Dean as Sam's hands moved lower to cup his ass and pull him even closer.

Sam looked up Dean's body as he heard Dean speak. "I kinda feel at a bit of a disadvantage here." Dean indicated their disparate levels of undress.

"It's working for me," Sam huffed against Dean's belly as he worked his fingers under the waistband of the older boy's underwear and cupped his naked cheeks. Sam preened a little at Dean's desperate whine, but took pity on him, standing up to reverse their positions.

Getting undressed didn't take Sam as long, but he made sure to give Dean a decent show before crawling up Dean's body to kneel astride him and kiss him deeply. Dean grabbed Sam's ass and pulled his hips closer, aiming for the best friction as they ground their erections together. Sam's breath was coming in choked out gasps as they kissed and rutted together.

"This is gonna be over much sooner than I want if we keep this up much longer," groaned Sam against Dean's lips, slowing his grinding rhythm only slightly. Dean sighed sadly but released his tight hold on Sam's ass. Sam sat back and traced the lines of Dean's chest and abdomen with his fingertips.

"What did you have in mind for tonight, Dean?" he asked, sliding his hand between their bodies to cup Dean's hard dick. "You've got me alone in a private room for a whole night. And it looks like you came prepared." Sam cut his eyes to where the bottle of lube was lying next to the pillows.

"Um," Dean replied, eyes rolling back in his head as Sam squeezed his length between long fingers. "I kinda figured we'd just see where things went." Dean wet his lower lip nervously and Sam leaned forward to suck the moistened pink flesh into his own mouth.

Releasing his prize, Sam's mouth found its way along Dean's jaw to his ear. "Were you hoping I'd suck you off?" he inquired teasingly.

"Fuck, yeah," Dean answered, his voice rough.

"Did you want me to finger your ass while I do it? Work your prostate until you're seeing stars as you come?" Sam's fingers worked beneath the waistband of Dean's underwear until they found the velvet hardness of his dick.

"Uh huh," Dean whined, desperation pitching his voice high and thin.

"And then did you want me to fuck you into this mattress? Impale you on my cock so deep and hard? Pound your virgin ass until you're coming again, my name on your lips, begging me never to stop?"

Sam thought he'd gone too far when Dean pushed him off and ran to the small washroom. Sam could hear water running and he sat nervously on the bed until Dean returned, muttering something under his breath. Sam could only pick up bits and pieces of the words until he recognized the Latin phrases he'd helped his boyfriend memorized weeks earlier.

"Fuck, that was close," Dean said, finally noticing Sam's worried face. "Nearly made me bust a nut just talking about fucking. I had to use some cold water and Latin to calm things down. You don't play fair."

"I thought you were freaking out about what I said. I'm cool if you wanted to fuck me. Or we could do other stuff if you don't want to have sex."

Dean smiled at Sam's run of words. "Oh, I want," he replied, climbing into Sam's lap. "And I'm sure sometime I'll want to try fucking you, but tonight I want you…" he swallowed hard, "...in me."

Sam pulled Dean in tight and they kissed languorously for a few minutes before Sam rolled them over and he kissed his way down Dean's stomach, peeling away Dean's boxers as he went.

Dean's cock sprang free and slapped against his stomach as Sam discarded the extraneous fabric. He pinned Dean's hips to the mattress with a hand on each hipbone and then slurped the head of Dean's cock into his mouth. He teased and tantalized his boyfriend's cock and balls with his mouth until Dean was a quivering mess. When Dean seemed lost in sensation, Sam bent Dean's knees up, instructing the older boy to hold them in place as he licked a line from the underside of Dean's sac to the rosy pucker of his asshole.

Dean was far too gone to hold in his cries at the first wet swipe of Sam's tongue over his hole. Dean struggled for control in every other aspect of his life: fighting with teachers, resisting the rigid structure of the British Independent school system, arguing with his dad long-distance on monthly phone calls. Sam felt especially honoured by the way Dean was willing to drop his guard with him. He licked and nibbled at Dean's entrance until the muscle released a little to let his tongue press inside.

A loud gasp escaped Dean's lips as Sam's tongue slid into him and Sam could feel Dean trembling at the intense sensation. Sam licked into him, working the smooth muscle until it was supple and opened easily to his tongue. He traced the pink folds with the tip his middle finger slick with saliva, and when he sensed Dean was ready for it, he slid the finger inside.

Dean arched into the intrusion, seeking more pressure until Sam found the spot inside that drove Dean wild whenever Sam fingered him while blowing him as a reward for high test scores. Sam licked his way back to Dean's balls as he gently fucked the long digit in and out of Dean's hole, gazing up Dean's body to admire how gorgeous Dean looked all loose and relaxed.

Grabbing the lube from the mattress beside them, Sam dribbled some of the cool liquid onto his index finger and pushed two fingers inside Dean on the next thrust. Dean winced a little but relaxed again as Sam sucked one of his balls into his mouth and rolled it on his tongue.

Smiling at Dean's blissful groans, Sam lay kisses up the underside of Dean's cock before engulfing the head in his hot mouth. Dean's low moan vibrated through his body and into Sam's, and Sam couldn't help but grind into the mattress a little as he sucked and fingered Dean.

Dean's fingers found their way into Sam's hair and tugged insistently, pulling Sam's nose closer to to Dean's belly on each pass. Sam did his best to relax his throat and let Dean drive the blowjob, breathing rhythmically to allow Dean to fuck his face deeper and deeper. Sam countered each deep thrust into his mouth with a thrust of his fingers into Dean's ass when Dean retracted his hips. The dual sensations drove him to the brink in record time and Sam swallowed a huge load with Dean's cock wedged deep in his throat.

Dean collapsed back against the creaky mattress and Sam pressed gentle kisses to Dean's heaving abdomen. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes as he watched Dean try to regain his breath. Dean's chest and cheeks were flushed, his freckles standing out against the pink skin.

One green eye opened slowly and regarded Sam. "Best. Boyfriend. Ever."

Sam chuckled and moved up Dean's body to kiss him, withdrawing his fingers carefully as he went. He started his kisses with the freckles at the dip of Dean's throat at the junction of his collarbones, moved to those dusting Dean's nose, and finished with Dean's perfect pink lips. He pressed his tongue deep into Dean's mouth, knowing how tasting himself on Sam made his boyfriend squirm with the dirty hotness of it all.

"Fuck, Sammy," Dean breathed. "You have no idea what you do to me."

"I think the load of jizz I just swallowed gives me a pretty good idea," Sam countered, fox eyes gleaming.

Dean laughed weakly. "Good point well made."

Sam dropped his hand down between Dean's parted legs to find his hole, still slick and open for his fingers. Dean sighed and spread his legs wider, allowing Sam better access. Two fingers slipped easily inside, so Sam scissored them apart, biting and sucking at Dean's gorgeous mouth as he worked Dean open.

"You sure you still want this?" Sam asked as he slicked up a third finger and pressed it to Dean's hole.

"Yeah," Dean whined, voice shaking as Sam stretched him further than ever before. "Please. Want you."

"Fuck, Dean. You're too perfect, you know? So gorgeous. So strong. So smart." Sam knew that the only time he could get away with talking to Dean like this was when the other boy was too fully strung-out on pleasure to protest and walk away.

Sam worked Dean open until three fingers slid easily into his tight heat and his dick was starting to show an interest in round two. Sam pulled his fingers away and used the excess lube to get his cock slick and ready.

"Want you to ride me," Sam said, voice gravelled with lust. "I wanna watch you take my cock."

Moaning, Dean pushed Sam over onto his back and straddled him. He jacked Sam's leaking cock and then added a bit more lube from the bottle. Eyes closed, he lined up the head of Sam's prick with his hole and slowly sank onto it. He paused partway down and exhaled sharply. Sam bit the inside of his cheek in an effort not to buck his hips and bury himself fully in Dean's clenching heat.

When Dean's breathing eased he opened his eyes and regarded Sam, wiggling his hips tentatively. "I would pick the guy with the biggest dick in school to pop my ass-cherry."

Sam frowned worriedly. "We don't have to-"

"Yeah, we do," Dean interrupted. "Here goes nothing," he said and sank down until his ass was flush against Sam's thighs.

Sam cried out at how perfect Dean felt around him, encasing him so tightly. He waited again as a panting Dean went perfectly still, but it didn't take as long for Dean to adjust to the new stretch, and soon he was making experimental little bounces on Sam's dick, and Sam knew exactly what heaven would look and feel like.

Punching his hips up to meet one of Dean's downstrokes had Dean gasping, "Do that again!" Sam repeated the move and Dean whimpered at the exquisite pleasure.

They moved together, learning what felt the best, finding a rhythm that best delivered moans and gasps. Sweat was dripping from Dean's chest onto Sam's when Sam grabbed Dean's cock and started stroking him in tandem with the thrusts into his ass.

"So close, Dean. Wanna see you come again for me first."

"Yeah," Dean cried and started slamming his hips down on Sam's cock. "Yeah. Yeah, Sam. Yeah!" Dean sprayed Sam's belly with hot come, one splatter flying far enough to hit Sam's cheek. The sight of Dean's release spurred Sam to punch his hips against Dean's perfect ass half a dozen more times before he was shooting his load deep inside.

Dean collapsed forward onto Sam's chest and pressed his lips to the side of Sam's neck. Sam stroked Dean's hair as he waited for the witty comments to start, but all he heard was a soft snore as Dean fell immediately asleep. Sam wriggled gently until he'd moved Dean to his side and curled himself around his boyfriend before he too fell asleep.

They woke up early, sticky and happy. They had a quick shower together and then Sam tackled Dean and fucked him into the squeaking mattress one more time before they headed back to the college.

Their housemaster was waiting for them when Sam and Dean attempted to steal into the dorms the next morning.

He handed them each a slip of paper. "You only have 30 minutes left for breakfast, gentlemen. Then go directly to the headmaster's office. You can join the back of the queue. Why you boys think you won't get caught, I have no idea. I certainly hope the young ladies were worth it."

Dean just winked at Sam as they headed to the dining hall.

The Headmaster looked extremely bored as he began a lecture about how the school understood that boys their age were doing some exploration, but there were curfew rules and the school couldn't condone any after hours activities off campus any more than they could permit girls to stay late in the dorms. He spoke it all in a rush of words as Sam and Dean stared at their laps. They looked up at him when he made a surprised noise and saw the Headmaster looking down at each of their files.

He looked back and forth between them quizzically. "You never mentioned that you're brothers." He looked down again at files, flipping pages.

"We're what now?" Dean replied, his eyes wide and eyebrows reaching for his hairline.

The Headmaster read aloud from each file. "Dean Winchester - Father: John Winchester. Mother: Mary Campbell. Sam Campbell - Father: John Winchester. Mother: Mary Campbell."

Sam's face blanched and his fingers whitened as they dug into his thighs.

The Headmaster continued, not looking up from his notes and therefore, not noticing either boy's reaction. "The Earl of Wiltshire has being paying both your fees. Of course. That's why you've been thick as thieves." He finally looked up, regarded the boys again, stern gaze softening a little as he smiled in relief. "Well, make sure you're keeping your brother bonding time within curfew, understood?"

Sam started to cough.

"Sure thing, Sir. If you don't mind, Sir, could you keep our secret to yourself? We'd prefer it if no one else knew about our family connection, as explaining our different last names makes the Earl uncomfortable." He grinned winningly at the Headmaster, who agreed.

"Thank you, Sir. We'll be sure to obey the curfew from now on. We've just been doing so much catching up." He patted Sam's back when Sam's coughing renewed. "C'mon, Sam. Let's get you some water. We don't want to give the Headmaster your cold."

The heavy door closed behind them and Dean guided them down the hallway to a small alcove. "Holy Shit!" he exclaimed. "It's gotta be some sort of mistake. I mean, my mom was killed in a fire. No one ever said anything about a brother. We can't possibly be..." Sam just stared at him, looking absolutely gutted. "It's okay, Sammy. We'll figure-"

"It is NOT okay, Dean. It is anything but okay. I grew up thinking my whole family was dead and I should be so excited to find out that I have a brother. Except turns out that last night I fucked that bro-" he cut off when one of their professors swept down the hallway, robes billowing.

"Mister Winchester. Mister Campbell."

"Sir," they replied, waiting until he was gone to continue.

"Fuck, Dean. Look, I gotta go." Sam wrenched his arm out of Dean's grasp, giving him one more devastated look before his long legs carried him down the hall to the stone staircase and away from the boy who held his heart.

Part Four

After the revelation that he and Dean were brothers, Sam buried himself in his schoolwork. It was far too messed up to think about, though he lay awake for hours at night missing Dean. Trying not to vomit over he still wanted to kiss, touch, and fuck Dean, how much he missed Dean's taste on his tongue. He was getting almost no sleep but he was getting a lot of work done on all the papers due before classes broke for Christmas.

He wasn't avoiding Dean entirely, not after the first couple days he spent in bed with the covers pulled over his head. He'd buried his phone at the bottom of his dirty laundry hamper so he wouldn't be tempted to call Dean and confess how he still felt. He shouldn't still want the other boy - he shouldn't want his brother - as much as he did, and Dean would probably be sickened that Sam was such a freak that being siblings didn't change how much he wanted to feel Dean beneath him again, writhing and moaning on his cock.

Sam knew he looked like shit. His roommate made sure to mention it regularly, saying how sick he was of seeing Sam's miserable visage. Neville kept grilling Sam, asking why, if Sam missed Dean so much, he didn't just go make up with him. Sam couldn't explain it, insisting that it was complicated, they were not getting back together, and that he didn't want to talk about it.

Dean didn't look much better, from what Sam could tell from a distance. The spark that was always present in Dean's verdant eyes - whether happy, angry, or turned on - was gone. There were dark circles under Dean's eyes and his hair lay limp and oily against his scalp. The looks he gave Sam across the dining hall were full of so much pain, and Sam hated himself for dragging Dean into this incredibly fucked-up situation.

Sam knew in his heart that you couldn't turn someone gay against their will, still he couldn't help but to think that Dean would have been better off if he'd never known Sam.

It was nearing the Christmas break and Sam wasn't going to be leaving campus. His scholarship included a trip back to the States for the holidays, but after a huge argument with his grandparents over why they'd kept a very alive father and brother from him his whole life, Sam wasn't up to seeing them. Their insistence that they'd done it for his own good because his dad wasn't a good man, did nothing to quell his anger. He wondered briefly what Dean's plans for break were, but he pushed the thought aside as soon as it appeared.

Frosty gravel crunched underfoot as Sam walked the loop of the school's ornamental gardens, trying to clear his head before having another look at his European History assignment. Sam's shoulders were hunched around his ears and his head down, so he didn't see the other boy until he'd nearly walked into him.

"So sorry, man," Sam apologized, looking up into glass green eyes that knocked the breath out of him. Of course Dean was out here. It was a favourite walking route for both boys when they needed a study break and the other wasn't available for more fun distractions.

"Hey," Dean greeted, placing a hand on Sam's shoulder to steady him. He winced as Sam flinched away from the touch and stuffed the offending appendage in his pocket. the warmth Sam had seen in his gaze faded immediately as Dean looked down. "Yeah, I guess I'd better…" Dean indicated the dorms with a tilt of his head. His "See Ya!" was filled with a false brightness, and before Sam could think of something, anything to say, Dean's figure was down the path, hands in his pockets, shoulders hunched against the cold.

"See ya," Sam repeated weakly.

The last class of the year was finished and a festive spirit filled the halls of Winchester College. Sam was doing his best to appear as enthusiastic as his classmates as he headed back to his room to drop off some books. He was glad to have only a few more hours of playing pretend before most people took off for Christmas with their families in posh Swiss ski resorts, or whatever they did. Neville insisted that Sam join him and others for a right piss-up that evening-said they'd drag Sam out by force if need be. Sam agreed finally, but as soon as his roommate was gone, Sam planned to do some good old-fashioned wallowing while he had some peace and quiet.

Turning his phone on, he discovered he had a voicemail from Dean, who sounded weird.

"Music building. Room 307. 4 o'clock." Okay, that was vague.

Sam checked his watch and noticed it was already quarter to four. He grabbed his jacket and scarf, pulled on a toque, and hurried across campus.

The music building was an area of the campus Sam didn't know, and he knew Dean didn't have any classes here either. He found the stone building tucked amidst some snow dusted tree. He entered into a wide, echoing concourse, and made his way up the polished wood staircase to the third floor.

The door to 307 swung open easily. "Dean?" Sam called, but the other boy hadn't arrived yet. The room looked to be in disuse-a large, dusty table, a few wooden chairs, and a chalk board the only features.

Sam was looking out the window to check out the view of the rest of the campus from there when he heard Dean's voice.

"Hey, Sam. Nice choice for a meeting spot. A bit cloak-and-dagger with the weird voicemail, though." Dean was rubbing his hands briskly and blowing on them against the cold.

Frowning, Sam asked, "What do you mean? You were the one who picked the spot and left the cryptic voicemail."

"Yeah. No. I did not," Dean insisted.

The sound of the door closing and a lock sliding home had them both turning toward the door. A piece of paper slid underneath as Dean pounded the wood, shouting, "Hey! This isn't funny. Let us out!"

Work it out, wankers. You've got 4 hours. If it's not sorted by 8pm, I'm staying here for break and we're going to talk about your feelings the whole time. I've recorded some episodes of Dr. Phil for us to watch together that I'm sure will help. Love, NR.

Sam handed the note to an incredulous Dean, who crumpled it after reading it and resumed pounding.

"You're a dead man, Neville Rose!" he finished, when it was clear no one was coming back.

"Well," Sam said. "I guess this explains the weird questions Rose was asking me this morning, repeatedly trying to get me to say certain phrases and numbers. Did he do the same to you?"

"Yeah," Dean admitted. "He cornered me in the canteen yesterday and wouldn't let up." Dean's cheeks flushed with anger and he glared at Sam. "Did you put him up to this?"

"Yeah, Dean. After avoiding you for weeks, I decide that rather than just talking to you like a normal person, the best plan was to get locked in a room with you." Sam rolled his eyes and sat heavily in a chair.

"So you admit you've been avoiding me," Dean countered.

"What? No. Well, yes, but only because it hurts so goddamn much to see you and still feel the way I do about you even though I know what I know. What we are."

"And how do you feel about me, Sam?" Dean asked, his voice soft.

Sam looked up incredulously, pain written across his face. "Really, Dean? You even have to ask?" Sam stood up abruptly, walking over to stare out the window at the darkening sky. "I love you, Dean. I love you and I want you, and I know how disgusted that must make you." The words came tumbling out in a rush.

"I love you too, Sammy."

"And I knew you wouldn't even want to be friends with me if you knew- Wait. What?" Sam turned hastily around to discover Dean standing barely a foot away from him.

"I love you too, Sammy. I love you and I want you."

"But we're...we're brothers." The last word came out in a whisper. Sam's eyes were full of fear. And hope.

"Yeah." Dean pursed his lips in agreement. "I thought it was you that was disgusted and that's why you were avoiding me. Doesn't change anything for me. Don't get me wrong, it could make for some awkward family dinners if I brought you home as my boyfriend. 'Hey, Dad. This is my gay lover, Sam, whose name just happens to be mom's maiden name. Isn't that a crazy coincidence?'" Sam's sharp, surprised bark of laughter rang out in the room. "But we didn't grow up together, and it's not like you can knock me up, so who would we be hurting?"

"But our families?" Sam couldn't let it go, especially since Dean had brought it up.

"The same families that hid us from one another our whole lives? Listen, my dad-our dad-isn't a great guy. He's a thief and a con-man, and he's currently serving 15 for Grand Larceny. He swindled a lot of women out of their money, which is why we moved so much when I was growing up. I don't plan to return to the States for a family reunion with dear old Dad anytime soon."

"But the Headmaster. He knows."

"We are going to have to hide our incestuous activities from an elderly man who never sets foot anywhere near actual student-areas of campus. And, who I hear, is retiring at the end of the school year." Dean regarded Sam easily, waiting for the next easily-countered argument. It was obvious he was enjoying this.

"But our school records?"

"Having a criminal for a father does have some perks. I'm gonna have to steal my record and change a few details. By the end of Christmas break, Marnie Cambell will be my mother and I'll be born in Lawrence, Massachusetts. Next."

"But you're not even gay." Sam threw out his last, desperate argument. So close to believing that what he wanted was within his grasp, but still too scared to really believe.

"Sammy," said Dean, grabbing Sam's chin and tipping it down so their mouths were inches apart. "What does it matter who I was attracted to before I met you? I obviously wasn't repulsed by the male body or I wouldn't have been giving and receiving the 'Wykehamist handshake'. I definitely would not have let you put that big dick up my ass-several times, I might add-if I didn't want this with you. Do you want to throw that away because I haven't wanted anyone else's dick there before now?"

Sam's eyes were filling with tears. Tears of happiness for the first time in weeks. "But what if you decide you want a girl?"

Dean kissed him tenderly and then wiped a tear from the corner of Sam's eye. "With the crying and the long hair. You're all the girl I need." He drowned out Sam's squawk of protest with more kisses until they were both panting.

"Now, we've got three more hours until Rose is back. Why don't we put this sturdy table to some good use?"

Grinning wolfishly, Sam pushed Dean backward toward the wooden surface. "I'll bet you I can make you come at least three times before he's back." He peeled off his blazer and tossed it aside.

"Bring it, bitch," Dean challenged, loosening his tie and unbuckling his belt.

"Consider it brought, jerk," Sam countered and soon, no more words were spoken, slick skin and moans of pleasure the only communication they needed.

~Fin~