Passenger 3-B

Chapter Twenty-Six

After locking the door, they were on each other like teenagers as they fiercely undressed one another. Sam stood there in amazement, seeing his beau's enormous erection.

"Damn, I missed you…and your big cock."

Dean noticed the sensual look Sam was giving him, forgetting all about his weight gain. Sam instantly pushed the blonde against the cold, tiled wall and let his hands travel all over. Sam's tongue, once again, was thrusting in and out of Dean's mouth while one hand was still roaming.

The other hand was on his boyfriend's penis, gently massaging it. Dean responded by bucking into his hand, immediately letting himself be manhandled. Sam lowered himself, sensing Dean wanted a blowjob.

Dean answered that by running his fingers through Sam's luscious hair, head falling back against the bathroom wall as Sam slowly worked him with his mouth, gigantic hands crossing over his entire stomach and chest. Sam ran his tongue over the ridge, rubbing against the nerves beneath the head causing his boyfriend's hips buck up and started to fuck Sam's mouth.

Dean grunted, "Fuck, that's uh…"

Sam's lengthy fingers curled around his boyfriend's cock, tugging Dean's span as Sam slowly worked himself up, sliding his tongue over his beau's lips.

"I forgot how great you taste," Sam husked and coated Dean's pre-cum all over his own mouth.

Dean had forgotten what a turn-on it was for him to taste himself on the lips of a loved-one and that was making him harder.

Sam eagerly took his member into his mouth again, fingers stretched around the base of his erection.

Sam hummed, eyes collapsing closed as he flicked his tongue along the underside of Dean's cock, sensually working the length with his fist as he sucked, causing Dean to loudly moan.

Dean tried to fuck into the brunette's mouth again, but Sam blocked that idea and pinned Dean against the wall, prompting Dean to curse under his breath.

Sam let out a childish smirk around Dean's cock, knowing his lover wanted to be in charge, but he wasn't going to let that happen. And both were extremely lucky neither hadn't come already.

Sam had worked Dean deep into his throat that he almost gagged. He was being too eager and who could blame him since it had been such a long time they have been together.

Dean moaned over and over, fingertips kneading through Sam's succulent mane. "Holy crap…"

Sam knew his boyfriend was getting close, and although he desperately wanted to make love to him, he knew that a hospital bathroom wasn't the right place. Dean needed to be showed love and respect since its obvious he still feels unworthy. Sam was sincere when he meant that he was going to make it his life's mission to make Dean happy and healthy again.

Dean wanted to stop and make love but was enjoying the moment a little too much that he released himself into his boyfriend's mouth, coming like he never did before.

"Sam…fuck!"

Feeling his beau trembling prompted Sam to feel a sense of accomplishment in repairing their relationship that had been broken by lies and misunderstandings.

After Sam had sucked his boyfriend dry, he rammed his tongue down Dean's throat.

Once again, they were on each other like teenagers, tongues dashing in and out between heavy panting. Sam was still hard and wanted Dean to give him a blowjob as well, but knew that wouldn't be beneficial to the patient's well-being. It would kill the billionaire if Dean felt it was necessary to give oral sex in a hospital bathroom as he stated earlier in the session that he was a whore.

Dean began fondling his lover's member, giving a sensual look as he began to slide down the wall.

"No…don't."

Dean stopped halfway as his beau pulled him back up. "You don't have to do this…I uh…"

The patient instantly moved back, eyes stunned and glossy.

"Oh man…Dean, I'm sorry…I uh…" Sam tried to pull his boyfriend into a comforting hug, but he flinched. "I'm sorry if I frightened you. Dean, talk to me…"

"No, I'm the one who's sorry…I um…should've known that I wasn't turning you on or that you didn't want me to touch you."

Sam cupped his face, "No, Dean, that's not what I was…"

Dean pushed the brunette's hands away, "I know that I'm an embarrassment to you…I'm weak, stupid and fat…I'm sorry."

Sam immediately took the fragile man's hand, "Please, don't ever talk to yourself that way. You are not weak, stupid or fat…I thought we had that all worked out."

"But, Sam…"

"I love you just the way you are and I honestly mean that." Sam relayed to the self-doubting male and looked soulfully into his eyes, "I know you are still suffering with insecurity, and I want to help with that, but you need to know that I see you as the person who I want to spend the rest of my life with…no matter how long or short that'll be."

Dean stared at him, wondering why Sam wanted him. He wasn't anything special and the only things he was good at was fucking and hurting his loved ones.

Sam stared back, "I want you to get better and not feel obligated into giving me a blowjob…that's uh, why I pulled you back up." Taking a deep breath, he sincerely continued, "I know you still see yourself as a whore, and I going to do my damndest to correct that, but I would never, ever expect you to give yourself to me."

The patient looked down, hands fidgeting, "I just wanted to pleasure you the same way you did me, but maybe I don't turn you on…"

"Dean!" Sam unexpectedly shouted. "Dean, I'm so fucking hard right now that I want you to suck me dry, but that wouldn't be right."

Suddenly Dean noticed that Sam was still hard and that made him laugh, "How long has that boner been?"

Sam laughed, "Too long."

"Here, let's fix your problem…together," Dean stated while pumping his partner's penis as their tongues danced again.

In a matter of seconds, Sam let Dean take over. Having Dean touch him in an intimate way made Sam's day…probably the whole year. "Oh god, Dean, that's ummm…"

He dreamed over and over for the day that Dean wanted him again and it was incredible…so incredible that he came.

Dean laid his head on Sam's chest, the fast-paced heart beating soothing him and felt safe at his boyfriend's satisfaction during intimacy. Dean wanted to stay like that forever, but knew reality would soon take over.

"I think we need to get dressed and go on our date?" Sam suggested, kissing the top of the blonde's head.

"Yeah, let's go on our date," Dean mocked.

Sam playfully punched him, "Dude, I was being serious…I need to spend time with you. I missed you."

"I know…me too."

TBC…