Dean ever thought that Adam would be different on his first time, he didn't expect that he was literally shaking on the bed. Adam looks up at the ceiling and he almost looks like a statue, Dean might have laughed at that, laughed at how scared Adam was for such a fucking cold man, but he figured at that moment laughter and mockery weren't exactly appropriate. When Dean gets on the bed, the wood creaks and squeaks exaggeratedly due to old age, Adam doesn't see him get on, he doesn't look into his eyes or look at him until Dean is on top of him, covering him like a blanket.
The first kiss is soft, (it is more than obvious to say that Dean was the one with the initiative). Adam turned his head away just for a second so he could sigh but it's not like he really wanted it to end. He crossed his legs and entwined them over Dean's slender waist without realizing that he had done it anyway. The bed creaks as Dean moves forward, causing friction between their two hard cocks. Adam pulls away again to kiss the crook of Dean's neck with a pair of lips that are hot and almost bruised from previous kisses. Dean smiles, that situation is almost surreal and he has no idea why it excites him so much.
But not everything during that night is this slow and smooth.
At some point the real fucking begins and that's when Adam thinks he's truly sorry for accepting Dean's ridiculous offer. The older Winchester brother moves like a wild animal and occasionally smiles. Strangely Adam hardly makes a sound... until Dean hits that blissful little spot on him. The first thrust there forces him to let out a totally demeaning and obscene scream, Adam can't even believe that he's the one who just made that noise. He scratches Dean's strong, shapely back with the second thrust and Winchester growls in annoyance, Adam's nails aren't very long but still leave little red marks.
"Oh, fuck" is about all Adam can say.
The rest of his vocabulary is based on words that have no connection, the occasional curse, and those same demeaning sounds. At some point Dean thinks the bed is going to break, the wood still creaking and squealing, even louder than before. Adam squeezes his eyes shut as he senses Dean is nearing the end. When Dean comes is the moment when Adam lets out the ultimate embarrassing scream. The room, being a small place, ends up smelling of sex and sweat everywhere. His repairs fill the walls with perfection. Adam opens his eyes and he remains hypnotized with the green in Dean's pupils... They remind him of the green of the rose garden lawn, but that's another topic... Adam untangles his legs from Dean's waist and sighs, throwing his head back onto the pillow. Dean chuckles and flops to the side on the bed.
They look at the ceiling for a long time, they don't say anything until Adam wants to talk first.
"This has been, well, interesting, actually.
"Interesting?" Dean asks, "what's that supposed to mean?
"I really don't know... but it was good, I liked it.
"That's good...
"I guess there is always a first time for everything.
"Yeah... there's always a first time.
although their talk seemed like something out of the worst and most boring monologue that could exist, Dean had planned to say something else, something that will liven things up but never could anyway. The door was flung open, revealing a Sam with his jaw nearly to the floor. Dean got out of bed, covering himself with one of the thousand blankets that were there. Sam froze, he thought for a moment that he should have knocked on the door. He didn't say much, in fact he didn't say anything, he just left closing the door. Dean put a hand to his head and cursed. Why the hell did he have to live with Sam?, Adam didn't add much to the situation, hopefully shrugging and getting dressed. He kissed Dean goodbye and then left the house avoiding Sam completely out of discomfort.
There is always a first time for everything, although sometimes it is worth it and others not so much.