Passenger 3-B
Author's Note: Dean is telling about his early years, therefore, this chapter will have a flashback.
Chapter Ten
The two lovebirds spent most of the next two days in bed, despite the island paradise awaiting them. On the last night, they sat by a campfire drinking beer and stared at the beautiful sky as night fell.
The tall, hazel eyed man gawked at him while they were stargazing on the beach. Dean smiled, "Why do you keep staring at me?"
Sam started heating up all over, since all he desperately wanted to do was rip Passenger 3-B's clothes off and do him right on their on the beach. "Because you're beautiful and I want you."
"Well, you do have me so stop it…creeps me out." Dean replied, noticing Sam's flushed appearance and lust filled eyes.
Dean gulped down two beers as his cock pulsated. Sam slowly leaned in, devouring his tongue down the beautiful male's warm throat. The horny man did everything to Dean's throat imaginable just like he did to Sam on the sailboat days earlier.
Sam slowly pulled Dean's swim trunks down, only using his teeth while his hands caressed his lover's firm ass. The brunette fiercely removed his own trunks, then straddled Dean on top of the warm sand as their erections rubbed lusciously against one another. Sam sucked Dean's erected nipples while giving him a hand job. Sam's thumb rubbed the swollen head, instantly causing Dean to buck his hips upwards.
"Dean, put your legs on my shoulders." Sam ordered, as Dean did what he was told.
Sam held on to his lover's hips and slowly entered him, while looking down into his green eyes. Dean was incredibly beautiful as he laid there, slightly panting when Sam increased his thrusts. Sam drove in harder with each thrust, especially when Dean called out his name…and boy, did Dean scream. The billionaire was very grateful they were on his private beach since they would've been arrested by now.
"Sam, oh god!" Dean screeched, "Faster, Sam!"
Sam soon reached his lover's sweet spot causing Passenger 3-B to scream out his name over and over. Dean's orgasm came, and was immediately followed by his boyfriend's, who collapsed on top of him. Both men were heavily panting and sweating but expressed the way they were feeling with big smiles.
"Sam, that was awesome!"
"Yeah, it was." Sam replied, lovingly gazing down at the man he loved.
After a few minutes and when their breathing returning to normal, Dean asked, "Why are you still on top of me…staring at me again?"
"Because I love looking at you." Sam warmly replied, "You're beautiful and I want you."
"Well, you do have me so stop it…creeps me out." Dean replied again, noticing Sam's flushed appearance and lust filled eyes. "Seriously…again?"
"Yep."
The two men took turns as they made love all night and morning long, waking up in each other's arms.
"I made all of our plans for when we return to our new home life…my mom will be waiting for us as we'll have lunch with her. Then I want you to officially meet my good friend and business partner, Drew Levy and my assistant, Joy Carter." Sam stated, "And lastly, a moving van will pack up everything at your townhouse and bring it to our new home."
"Umm, I think I'd rather pack up my own stuff…you know, uh, Jo's stuff." Dean quietly remarked.
"Oh, of course." Sam replied, "Sorry, I should've asked you first."
"No, it's not a big deal or anything, its just…I can't explain it."
"Dean, no explanation is necessary."
"Thanks."
"Do you want to talk about her?"
"Who…Jo?" Dean questioned. "I guess…what do you wanna know?"
"Well, first of all, how did you meet?"
Dean smiled, thinking of a former love. "Well, I managed to graduate from college, even though I was all alone since my girlfriend, Cassie, was a year ahead of me. I then went to work at Sandover and had a few dates here and there, but nothing real serious. I was so lonely, that I often thought of moving to be near Cassie, but knew she had her career to think of."
Flashback
"Hey, Dean, have you seen Hank's new secretary…the young hot blonde?" Ross Franklin asked as he walked into the break room at Sandover Bridge & Iron Incorporation for coffee.
"No, Ross, but have you talked to her?" Dean smirked while the man negatively nodded, "You should ask her out then."
"Yeah, I will because she probably puts out on the first date." Ross replied, eerily adding, "She can ride me all night long too."
"Hey, do you put out on the first date, and if so, will you ride Ross all night long?" Dean asked the young blonde woman standing in the doorway.
"I do put out on the first date and I often ride them all night long, but Bubba here isn't gonna be one." She sarcastically remarked as Dean handed her a cup of hot coffee.
"Thanks for the warning, Dean…you're an asshole." Ross whispered, walking to the exit, "Sorry, Miss, I was uh, just joking."
"Yeah, I figured…that you're a joke." The blonde gal said as she and Dean busted in laughter after Ross closed the door. "That was mean." She mentioned, sitting down next to him.
"Nah, he's a dick anyways." Dean chuckled, "probably couldn't get laid without paying for it."
"Oh great, now I feel sorry for all the whores." She laughed.
"Don't be coz they probably charge double." He said as they both laughed more.
"By the way, I'm Hank's new executive assistant, not secretary…Jo Harvelle." She announced, holding out her hand.
He smiled and shook her hand, "Nice to meet you Jo Harvelle…I'm Dean Winchester."
Both shared another cup of coffee along with polite conversation. Moments later, as they were walking past Ross' office, Jo passionately kissed Dean. "Dean Winchester, will you have dinner with me tonight?" Not waiting for a response, she loudly added while looking at Ross, "I always put out on the first date." Ross immediately slammed his door as the duo laughed.
The couple did have a dinner date that night and got to know one another since Jo did in fact spent the night to have wild sex. The young woman was embarrassed to admit that she still lived at home with her parents above a restaurant/bar they own.
Soon the couple was exclusive and Dean admitted everything about his past. The only concern Jo had, was she's jealous of his new assistant, Marc. Consequently, Dean traded him for Ross' assistant, Lucielle Lane, who was an older brunette in her late fifties. She was prompt, professional and a mother hen to Dean, who affectionately called her Luci Lane, Superhero. Lucille insisted he eat lean meats and salads instead of burgers and fries. Plus, she always made it possible for Dean to leave at a decent hour to spend time with Jo.
After dating for two years, Dean asked for Bill and Ellen's permission to marry their only child. Once John and Mary were notified, they were very ecstatic and immediately told family and friends.
Dean took Jo out for her favorite meal- sizzling fajitas at a popular Mexican restaurant. While waiting for their table, the couple were doing shots at the bar. With a wink to the bartender, Dean insisted, "Hey, Jo, I bet I could drink three of these shots in four seconds."
"Yeah, right."
"No, really…time me."
Jo started the count down as Dean took the first shot, then the second. "Times up…you lose!" She exclaimed before he got to the third glass.
"That's good because there's something in that one." Dean remarked, pointing to the third shot glass.
Jo took a hold of the glass and carefully examined it. "Yeah, it's an earring or something."
"Yeah, it's something." Dean pulled the ring out of the glass and kneeled down, "Joanna Beth Harvelle, will you do the honor of marrying me?"
Jo skeptically looked around the quiet room as everyone was now staring at them, "Is this for real?"
"Yeah, so will you?"
With an uncomfortable few seconds of silence, Jo then leaped off the barstool and screamed, "Yes! Yes, I will marry you!" Dean slipped on the beautiful ring and she pulled him up to a lengthy passionate kiss as everyone cheered them on.
"I'm getting married!" Dean shouted while he was being high-fived by other patrons and the bartender.
Jo went around the restaurant to show off her tequila ring, as she affectionately called the diamond and sapphire ring.
Dean desperately wanted to jet off to Vegas for the ceremony, but Ellen and Mary had other ideas since both were only children. The wedding was six months from the proposal and held at a hotel downtown. Dean really didn't have any close friends, so Michael, his friend from college, served as best man. Mostly it was co-workers from Sandover and immediate relatives. Dean made it a point to call Cassie Robinson to inform his former love of how great his life was and glad they remained friends. Dean often thought of Castiel Novak but never contacted the blue-eyed man and just chalked it up as a love lost.
TBC…