Passenger 3-B
Chapter Two
Sam was gazing at the gorgeous man who's sitting across the table. "Why are you staring at me again?" Dean inquired.
"I wanted to know if you really had a good time meeting all of my Lost friends."
"I already told you I did and, honestly, this was the most fun I had in years. Some of those people were just crazy. However, my favorite was that Kate lookalike…she was hot and she gave me her number."
"Really? Huh…I thought the Sawyer lookalike was hotter and he gave me his number." Both men laughed, ordering more drinks while they sat on a balcony under the moonlit sky with exquisite views of the ocean.
The night went by quickly and, even though he didn't want it to end, Dean excused himself to head back to the hotel for sleep. They had decided to meet back at this restaurant for a six o'clock dinner and just take it from there.
As he was lying in bed, Dean's only thought was about his new friend and secretly wished they could be more than friends. If only his life was completely messed up, maybe they could actually have a fling. But that wouldn't be fair to Sam, Jo or himself.
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Following eight hours at the business conference, Dean relaxed on the bed in his hotel suite. It had been a long day, because it was hard to concentrate on business since his thoughts were of Sam.
His thoughts are still of Sam, making him incredibly hard for the first time in months and began to pleasure himself. It felt like a ton of weight had been lifted off his shoulders and his orgasm came while he moaned Sam's name over and over again. As he laid there with his breathing beginning to return to normal, his phone rang.
Dean reached over to his cell phone on the night stand and was mortified to see it's his mom calling, mumbling, "It figures…probably knows her faggot son is jerking off to thoughts of a dude." He sent it to voice-mail and headed into the bathroom for a long steam shower. When finished, he saw there were three missed calls with voice-mails.
The first was Mary: "Hi Honey, its Mom. How are you? You haven't called us and we just wanted to make sure that you arrived to Hawaii safely. I suddenly had a bad thought, and that's why I am calling. Call us anytime. Bye."
Dean shook his head, "Yeah, mom, your bad thought was me cumming to images of a guy."
The second was Sam: "Hey, its Sam. Can I meet you at 6:30 instead? I'm running late, because I have a surprise for you. Oh and I rented a car…a convertible. I hope to see you then…you know at 6:30 at our restaurant. Okay, bye."
Dean's smiling, since he thought Sam had called to cancel, but instead he bought a present and called the restaurant ours. Dean could hardly wait to go, but there was one more message.
The third was John: "Dean, hey it's me. Uh…your mom really wants you to call her. I mean, to call us. We…uh, are worried. Just call when you can…you know, soon."
Dean erased all messages, "Yeah, dad, I'll call when I'm good and ready." With that said, he was out the door to walk down to the gift shop, thinking he needed to find Sam a present.
The gift shop had every tacky tourist trinket on the planet and nothing stood out. Then suddenly Dean spotted the perfect item and walked over to the woman who had it. "Excuse me, Ma'am, can I ask where you purchased your sunglasses?"
"Sure thing, babe, I got it at the tattoo shop across the street." The young woman answered.
"Thanks. I guess I'll go there now." A smiling Dean replied as she offered a big smile in return.
Sam arrived at the restaurant at 6:40 pm, hoping Dean wasn't mad. In fact, he's very pleased to see the hunk waiting for him at the same table from last night. "Hey, Dean, sorry I'm late and thanks for not taking off."
"Sam, I would never take off and I wasn't waiting that long. I got your message and I had time to get you this." Dean slid a dark brown glass case to him.
Sam happily looked it over, immediately noticing the front of the case was embroidered with LOST in gold letters and slowly opened it to find dark brown sunglasses with LOST inscribed in each lenses. "Dude, this is awesome! Thanks."
"And just so you know, Sammy that is official Lost merchandise. Therefore, you don't have to be worried about that knock-off crap that you guys were complaining about last night." Dean enthusiastically added, "I checked for the official markings just like you said and I thought it would be good for your collection. I hope you don't have a pair, since I didn't see you wearing it."
"Dean, this is so cool and no, I don't own anything like this." Sam chuckled, "I can't believe that you were actually listening to everything that was said last night…uh thanks. It means a lot to me since I really like you." He paused, with a grinning smirk, "And it's Sam."
Dean smiled back, "I like you a lot too, Sam. I was thinking about you all day and really looking forward to tonight. So, what do you have planned for us later?"
"I thought we could take the convertible up to Nuuanu Pali Lookout; it's a volcanic cliff with spectacular views and maybe stargaze. On a moonless night, Hawaii's skies sparkle with an incredible array of stars. But, the wind gets really bad up there and we might have trouble standing."
"Sounds like a plan; we better order and be on our way." Dean suggested as Sam handed him a bag. "What's this?"
"Dean, just open it." Sam jokingly demanded.
"What the hell; I'm not wearing this!" Dean insisted, holding up swim trunks.
"Dude, you need to relax and blend in." Sam teased, "Plus, I got you a couple of t-shirts, flip-flops and sun-screen. And there is another surprise in the car, too."
"Sammy, are you trying to change me? I think I'm okay just the way I am, you know, adorable."
"Yeah, you're adorable alright." Sam weighed in, "But, you're gonna burn if you don't dress properly and be thankful I didn't get ya one of those loud Hawaiian shirts with a grass skirt."
Both men laughed and ate a huge dinner, both anticipating what the rest of the evening would lead to. When they walked toward the car, Dean loudly expressed his hatred of the vehicle.
"But, Dude, it's a convertible. I thought that would make you happy. So why are ya bitching?"
Well, Dude, it's a freaking VW Beetle!" Dean protested, "It's a chick's car and incredibly wimpy, that's what's wrong!"
Sam laughed, opening the trunk and pointed to snorkels, masks and other diving gear. "I'm taking you snorkeling tomorrow and then we will hit the waves." He now imitates being on a surfboard. "I will rent us the boards later. That'll keep us busy for the day since you have no meetings scheduled."
"So, Sam, I guess I wasn't the only one who was listening last night, since you seemed to memorize my entire schedule. However, I'm not sure about the surfing part, since I have never been on one." Dean says shyly.
"You'll be fine and I promise to be gentle, you know, with you being a surf virgin and all." Sam's comment made them both laugh again and decided to drive to the romantic spot.
It took a while to find the destination, but it was worth it. The views were unbelievably amazing, leaving Dean in admiration. It seemed as they were the only two people in the whole world and nothing else mattered. Dean desperately wanted to take Sam in his arms and never let go. The winds were just as bad as Sam described, but they finally decided on the perfect spot. They carefully sat on a blanket and fell into each other's arm while they watched what Sam said earlier, 'skies sparkle with an incredible array of stars'. The wind never let up, but it didn't seem to frazzle the couple.
Hours passed, yet time seemed to stand still for the duo as they gazed into one another's eyes. Words were not needed when their lips embraced into each other. Dean tasted the way Sam had only dreamed of and started to get an erection. He wondered if passenger 3-B felt the same about him with Dean lying on top of him. Their kissing intensified and Sam got his answer when he soon felt Dean's erection.
However, he wondered where this was leading. Obviously, the guy hadn't been with anybody since his wife and Sam doesn't want to be a one night stand. But then again, he really wanted him. He needed him. Sam desired to make love to his new friend and hoped that would happen…tonight.
Dean looked into Sam's eyes, familiar with that look. He wished for to feel love again. Dean required being intimate, hoping to satisfy Sam, if not, then he might lose a friend. The pressure was on but the time felt right.
Even with the incredible force of the wind, Dean received a condom from Sam and laughed. Dean's slightly embarrassed as he attempted to put it on when he unzipped his pants, then removed his cell phone. The vibration of the phone made him look at it…there were five missed calls with voice-mails.
"Fuck!" He mumbled, discontinued and zipped back up. Why in the hell do they have to keep calling me?
Sam bewilderingly looked at him, "Dean, what's the matter?"
"Nothing, I uh, just can't go through with it. I mean, now is not the time." The hunky guy apologized, "Sam, I'm sorry and hope you're not mad. I really want to…but, I can't."
Sam sat up, caressing the back of his almost lover, "Of course, I'm not mad. I'm just worried; are you gonna be okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, but can I just hold you?"
Sam's lean body slid into his arms and they stayed like that until sunrise. Even though the night didn't go the way Sam expected, somehow it was better and he couldn't wait for tomorrow night.
TBC…