Passenger 3-B
Author's Note: Dean is thinking about his college years, therefore, this chapter will have a flashback.
Chapter Nine
Dean woke up smiling next to the gorgeous man he had made love to, noting how much had changed in the last few hours since Sam admitted all of his secrets. Although, everything still hadn't sunk in about the hunky guy being incredibly rich, Dean knew everything would be better because of the love Sam had given him.
Passenger 3-B slowly maneuvered his way out of bed to the bathroom, where he made a phone call to the concierge desk inquiring about romantic venues. He was told about a luau for lovers, but Dean had something else in mind. The desk had him immediately transferred to Sam's personal Hawaiian assistant, Kalani.
"Aloha, Dean." Kalani said, answering on the first ring.
"Hi, Kalani, I'm not sure if you'd remember me or not?" Dean quietly questioned.
"Of course, I do." She cheerfully replied, "How can I forget a hottie like you? What do you need from me?"
"Well, I noticed that Sam has several Elvis Presley ringtones and I though I'd surprise him with an Elvis luau…or some type of Blue Hawaii remake or something crazy."
"Oh my Akua!" She shouted, "Yes, Dean! I know exactly what to do!"
"Jeez, don't go and have an orgasm on me." Dean snorted.
"I'm sorry, but I've waited forevvva…" Kalani snorted back, then quickly composed herself once she and Dean stopped laughing. "Alright Dean, the first thing you need to know is that Sam is a Serious, I repeat Serious…with a capital S…a Serious Elvis fan. The only thing he loves more The King is LOST, therefore, I know exactly what to do."
Dean listened to all of Kalani's ideas and was confident they could pull this together in a few hours. The first thing she suggested was to take Sam on his sailboat to kill a few hours so he wouldn't be nosy.
By the time Sam woke up at two in the afternoon, his boyfriend had a picnic lunch ready for them to take on his sailboat. Sam was relieved that Dean wasn't afraid of his money and all the luxury items it could buy.
The couple dined on battered shrimp and fried rice as Dean showed what a master he was by using chopsticks. But Sam kept seeing an unusual smirk on his beau's face, causing him to be happy since Dean was obviously up to something.
After five hours out at sea, the duo decided to bring the sailboat back to the marina. "Dean, I know you're up to something, but I wanna make love to you on this vessel before we head back in." Sam paused, "Every time I think about the Pacific Ocean, I want to remember us being together intimately."
"Well Sam, I do have something planned but doing you here on this boat is way more important." Dean replied with a big smile, immediately removing his swim trunks.
Sam laughed and then was tacked by the hot guy. Dean instantly devoured him into a lengthy, deep kiss. In fact, at one time, Sam thought an eel went down his throat. The horny man did everything to Sam's throat imaginable and then did the same to his penis.
Sam came three times before Dean even entered him. "Please, please make love to me!" The taller male pleaded, "Please, I need you…uh, inside me."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm getting to your ass, so don't be begging." Dean replied, "Although, I like it when ya beg…gets me horny."
"I beg you…do me already." Sam requested as Dean laughed. "Hey, I'm begging you to fuck me…fuck me now and fuck me hard!"
"Whoa…chill out." Dean chuckled.
"Do it!" Sam snapped.
In an instant, Dean pushed his anxious boyfriend back and flipped him over. "Fine, that's how ya want it, that's what you're gonna get!" Dean exclaimed, ramming his cock into the brunette's ass.
"Oh god…that's it!" Sam screamed in ecstasy. "Yes! Yes!"
The more Sam begged, the faster and harder Dean plunged in and out. The pounding was incredibly intense that his sunglasses flew off as sweat poured from every inch of his tanned body. With the sunlight shining directly in his eyes, Dean was somewhat blinded. However, that never slowed him down as he kept hammering his hard cock into that tender hole.
"Oh, Dean!" Sam squealed, "Oh, yes…more!"
"That's it, Sammy…keep uh, begging!"
"More, Dean…more!"
Dean rocked in and out so much, he was actually getting sea sick; thus, making him slow down.
"No, don't stop!" Sam pleaded, "I'm begging you…faster, oh god, faster!"
Dean's crotch was burning…burning with hot desire that needed to be released. Dean pushed in so far down, that he was practically hammering every inch of his beau's prostate.
"Oh god! Ooohhhh, yesssss!" Sam screamed as he came all over his own hand.
"Oh yeah…I'm coming too!" Dean yelled during his orgasm, then rocked himself into his lover's ass until he was done and collapsed on top of him.
Despite Sam's heavy breathing, he managed to roll his boyfriend off of him. However, Dean immediately jumped up and ran to the side of the boat to throw up. The puking lasted for several minutes and then he went to the first aid kit.
"Dude, are you okay?"
"Yeah, Sam…I got uh, sea sick because ya asked me to pound you harder." Dean seriously said in a small voice, causing Sam to laugh. "Hey, it ain't funny."
"You're right and I apologize." Sam said, walking toward him.
"Seriously…another boner?" Dean questioned, pointing to the man's erection.
"What can I say…I get hard thinking about Passenger 3-B, even when he's puking."
"Well, I can't help ya with that coz I'm still queasy."
"That's okay…I'll take care of it myself." The brunette male remarked, pumping his own cock.
"Not fair." Dean pouted.
"What?" Sam innocently replied, "I'm not doing anything."
Dean watched closely and desperately wanted to join in but his head and stomach wouldn't let him. Sam sat down next to him, still pumping, and leaned down to Dean's now erected penis. Briefly looking up, Sam smirked then took in the entire length into his warm mouth.
"Oh…man, that uh, feels good." Dean replied with his eyes opened.
Sam wasn't sure if going fast or slow would bother his boyfriend's sea sickness, thus he decided on slow. He loved sucking on the huge cock and wanted to take his time to savor every inch of it. He even glanced up a few times to see Dean enjoying it while his eyes were closed.
Between them both moaning and the boat slightly rocking, Dean demanded his lover to speed up since he was about to puke again. "Fuck Sammy, hurry!" All Sam could do was to swallow in the entire length while tugging on his balls and that caught Dean off guard as he instantly came in the brunette's mouth.
"Oh god…what was that?" Dean yelped, trying to catch his breath and barely able to move.
Sam glided in next to him, adding a big smile. "It's called slurping. When you say for me to hurry and realistically I can't…I uh, slurp you in and then pull on your balls so you forget about the hurrying and well, you cum."
Dean, still breathless, shook his head, "I have no freakin' clue what in the hell you're talking about, but just damn glad you did it. And that you did it fast so I wouldn't puke on ya."
"Well, no one is more grateful for that then me." Sam chuckled, "Here, eat this."
The sick male took the saltine crackers and bottle water as Sam helped him back into his swim trunks. "Dean, will you live with me once we get back to Kansas because I would like to spend every waking minute with you?"
"Yeah, I would like that very much." Dean softly added, "Because living alone really sucks too."
They sealed their new life plans with a tender kiss, although Sam wished Dean would've been able to brush his teeth first. The taller male slowly guided the sailboat back to the marina where they then walked back to the motel for a quick shower.
An hour later, Sam was laughing when Dean tried to cover his eyes for the surprise waiting for him at the beach, but he was just too tall. "Fine, just keep your eyes closed." Dean demanded, guiding him to a lounge chair on the warm sand.
"Okay, you can open your eyes now." Dean replied, sitting down next to him.
Sam looked around to see a newly build stage with massive speakers and hula girls dancing around. Soon a Hawaiian Elvis Presley impersonator came out singing hits from the movie Blue Hawaii, immediately causing Sam to laugh.
"Dude, the stage and costumes look like the movie!" Sam loudly stated with a huge smile.
"I know!" Dean replied, "Kalani helped me get all of this shit together so I could surprise ya with scenes from your favorite movie."
"I love it!" He gleefully shouted, "I knew someday Kalani would get her way and have an Elvis theme day."
"Yeah, she was really excited."
"Well, duh…she loves Elvis more than me!" Sam yelled, "Oh by the way, Blue Hawaii isn't my favorite movie…uh, Star Wars is."
"Of course, it is…bitch." Dean smirked, making Sam lightly punch him, mumbling, "jerk."
The duo, along with Kalani, took turns singing with the Elvis impersonators. They invited everyone on the beach to join them for movie role playing events and it lasted until sunrise. The happy couple thanked everyone and headed back to their room for more role playing of their own. This time, Dean would be bottom so he wouldn't get sea sick again and later he decided to slurp Sam as well.
However, Dean did get a little sick again, from the alcohol and the busy day, and decided to sit up for a little while as Sam snoozed.
Flashback
Dean spent most of the remainder of the school year with Cassie, despite often thinking of his former blue-eyed love. Castiel moved out of that student sleeping quarters and into another one across campus. The former couple seldom saw each other and when they did, it was polite and awkward. Dean often dreamed of telling his parents the truth to win back the love of his life but it never happened in real life. In his real life, Dean played it safe by having a beautiful and smart female companion by his side and that made his parents extremely proud.
With the semester ending soon, Dean began to clear out books from his room and found one of Cas' sketch books. He glanced through it, knowing it was special, and that the angel was probably missing it. Dean brought it over to the other dorms and looked up Castiel, but his name was no where to be found.
"Excuse me, but I'm looking for Castiel Novak." Dean asked a young man holding a clipboard.
"Cas moved to Paris to finish up his credits."
"What?" Dean questioned, "When?"
"About two months ago."
Dean felt as if this guy took his heart out and stomped all over it. He tightly held the book, fearing it to be the last thing of his former love. Oh god, what did I do! I pushed him away and he left me…forever.
The blonde male walked around in a daze for hours and soon came upon a bar as he desperately needed a drink. After many shots, Dean became slightly buzzed and required more in order to feel numb.
"How about I but ya a round?" A brunette man, slightly older than him, with bright blue eyes asked.
"Cas?" Dean inquired, not sure if he was seeing things. "Cas, is that you?"
"Uh, no." The man responded, "My name is Taylor, but if ya want to, you can call me Cas."
"Oh…"
"Hey, I know a private place where we can go and have our own party…a party for two." Taylor said, as the bartender placed their shots in front of them.
Dean took the shot then chugged down his beer, looking the guy over. He was about Cas' build, age and had those piercing ocean eyes, hence that was all he needed to give his answer. Dean followed Taylor back to his fraternity and was immediately fucked, not knowing who was doing him.
Dean spent the next couple of hours in a daze as he was being pushed down by different guys, but it didn't matter because all he had was that book and old memories of a past love who was now gone forever and it was all his fault.
TBC…