Passenger 3-B
Author's Note: Dean's thinking about his college years, therefore, this chapter will have flashbacks.
Chapter Four
"Wow, this place is awesome." Dean said in admiration to Sam's massive two-story hotel suite, while he was tackled to the king-sized bed. Although he hoped to take things slow, Dean was being undressed by two aggressive hands, so he did the same. In the matter of seconds, both were completely naked and devouring each other with passionate kissing and fondling.
Dean pulled away, breathing heavily, but Sammade it unattainable by pressing his firm lips hard against his and Dean knew the time was right when shock waves ran through his body. He glanced over the many tattoos on the taller man's body with one being of the numbers from LOST and another of the Dharma Initiative logo. Man, he really loves that damn tv show.
Dean ran his lips up and down the chiseled torso of his soon-to-be lover. Sam moaned as Dean sucked him all over like a frozen lollipop, anticipating what might follow. Once Sam came, he couldn't wait another second for Dean to be inside of him.
"Dean make love to me…now." Sam pleaded, looking deep into Passenger 3-B eyes.
"Uh…where do you keep, uh…?" Dean stumbled over every word like a clumsy teenager.
"…in that bag." Sam pointed, laughing when Dean excitingly jumped to retrieve it.
Dean dumped all onto the bed, aggressively looking for condoms and lube. His hands were shaking while sweat poured from his forehead.
"Dean, please relax." Sam calmly said, although he desperately wanted that man inside him. "Do you want a blow job before we start?"
"What? No!" Dean snapped back. Realizing how it sounded, he immediately apologized. "Sorry, I'm just nervous…it's uh, been a while and not sure if I can please you or not."
"You'll be fine." Sam promised, "They say it's like riding a bike." Both busted in laughter and soon Dean was no longer shaking.
Dean pulled his boyfriend up, both now on their knees, and tenderly took Sam's face among his hands, caressing it. They kissed again, but this time it was unadulterated tongue fucking.
"Oh… God… oh, God…please, please!" Sam moaned loudly, "Dean, I can't take this any longer…please make love to me."
Dean gently pushed Sam down onto the soft bed and laid on top of him, beginning to suck and bite Sam's firm chest and nipples. Sam's gasping very erratically, he couldn't move. Dean then slipped a pillow under his boyfriend's hips, spreading his legs and kneeled between them.
Dean put on a condom, covering it and his hands with lubricant and placed the tip of penis in Sam's entrance, who immediately moaned out of gratification. He started pushing himself in and Sam writhed as Dean held his hips still. Dean thrusted all the way in, nailing Sam down.
"Oh yeah…that's it." Sam gasped, "Umm, that feels amazing."
"Are you sure I'm not hurting you?" Dean whispered.
"No, uh…keep going."
Dean started increasing with slow, deep thrusts, forcing his lover cry out in ecstasy. Dean clutched Sam's hips and started plunging in deep and hard. Sounds of flesh slapping flesh filled the room along with Dean's groaning and Sam's sensual moaning and rapid panting. Then Dean hit Sam's prostate, who instantly squealed in pure pleasure.
"Dean, that's it…" The brunette panted, "Oh god…do that again."
Dean kept hammering deeper inside Sam, pounding that sweet mark with every hard thrust. "Sam," Dean moaned, "I can't hold it much longer…"
Sam yelped as Dean hit his prostate once again, driving him into a blissful orgasm and then Dean had his. The duo collapsed onto the bed, sweaty and out of breath, but completely satisfied as they held each other close. Dean softly pressed his lips against his lover's and kissed passionately for an eternity.
They cuddled the rest of the night, but as Sam was in a peaceful slumber, Dean was remembering a time when he felt the love of another man.
Flashback
Dean felt something in his life changed when he met his new floor monitor at the university; Castiel Novak was a year ahead of him and he was very beautiful with his dark hair and bright blue eyes.
Cas knew something was up with Dean and confronted him one morning. "Dean, I know something is wrong, because every time I see ya, you're in bad shape. How can I help?" A concerned Cas asked, blocking the door.
"Dude, thanks, but no thanks. No one can help me now…this is my calling."
"Dean, are you in trouble?"
"Cas, I'm fine. I was meant to be a piece of garbage who whores himself out and that's what I'm doing." Castiel stood there in utter shock and didn't say anything as the young man went past him into his dorm room.
However, Cas was waiting for him again the next morning. "Dean, lets go over here and talk. I got you some coffee and donuts, but I need answers." Dean followed him to a bench and began to drink the coffee as the man kept asking what's wrong.
"I know you're in charge of all the dorm students and stuff, but really, I'm fine." Dean explained, trying to believe his own words.
"Well, you don't look fine. Dean. Your grades have fallen this semester; you've lost weight and obviously you are selling yourself because you need money." Cas paused, pointing to the young man's arm. "Plus, you've been cutting yourself and I think you are taking drugs, too. Please let me help you. We have a wonderful facility that can help you with finances; so selling yourself wouldn't be an option."
Dean looks away and chuckled, "I don't need the money. I just do it."
"Why?"
"Because, it's my destiny." Dean clarified, "I was meant to be a person who isn't happy and who makes others hate him. That's why."
"That doesn't make any sense." Cas responded, "Why would you think that?"
"You know, Cas, I don't feel like talking about my entire life. Let's just say that my parents hate having a fag for a son and why shouldn't I get paid for being one." Dean explained, "And yes, I cut myself, but no, I don't take drugs. So, there you have it; can I leave now?"
"No, I don't want you to leave, but I can't force ya. I would like to sit here and talk some more, if you don't mind."
"You could force me if you want, it'll cost extra though." Dean chuckled, but stops when the man isn't laughing. "Thanks for the coffee and donuts, I'll see ya around."
And with that said, Castiel's watching Dean Winchester walk away and pondered on what to do next. Should I go to his professors; should I call his parents?
The next weekend, Cas found Dean sneaking into the dorms again in the early morning, but this time the kid was beaten pretty bad. Castiel immediately brought him into the first aid room to patch him up.
At first, Dean didn't want anyone to touch him. But, with very gentle strokes from Castiel's hand, he made the victim feel safe and soon he began sobbing into the room monitor's chest.
All the events Dean has been through, finally caught up to him. He was physically and mentally exhausted, but more importantly he needed a friend. As Cas securely held him, he felt safe enough to fall asleep, putting the past year's experiences behind him once and for all.
Dean and Cas became such good friends that it could only lead to one thing: romance.
TBC…