Chapter Four
Saying good-bye after the weekend spent almost entirely naked, and exhaustively sexually active, involved the same angst it always did. Splitting up again, they both went back to their lives, Tim trying to keep a hold of his hope that there would be a next time, Sam finding he was growing weary of the drive to Kansas as well as being away from Tim. He also realized they had never talked about solutions to the pain of being apart, and he pondered possibilities as he drove.
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T-cold cases. :-P u?-
S-gonna try a hunt w/Benny. :-/-
T-proud of u. Dont kill him-
S-unless he goes bad, I know. He's a really solid presence, actually, and quiet w/o the staring like Cas-
T-heard from him?-
S-no, D might have, thought I heard him talking the night before we left. Just glared & drank when I asked. WEIN?-
T-good luck on hunt-
S-may u solve a cold case-
T-:-) that'd be nice-
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In response to Sam being willing to have Benny along on a hunt and trying to be supportive in some way, the next case Dean found was in Maryland and he told Sam where they were going. "We'll, uh, schedule your-" (Booty call, no, can't say that, can't even think that.) "-Time to see Tim, okay?" And Dean's efforts were rewarded as Sam's face lit up and he practically sang and danced through research and prep.
Deaths, incapacitating injuries, and accidents had all sharply increased in the last few years at the US Naval Academy. There had been investigations, and the administration had been almost completely replaced, but the problem persisted. Pre-texting as NSA was risky, but Sam flat out refused to use his knowledge of NCIS to pose as special agents from Tim's agency. They spent time interviewing family and friends off-base and minimized their contact with the Navy brass. With the change in personnel, it was beginning to look like either a haunting or demonic possession, so they got serious digging into the investigation from that angle.
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Gibbs stalked down the stairs from Director Vance's office with a stack of folders. "Gear up. We're next on the Academy investigation. SecNav wants to know why we're losing midshipmen."
DiNozzo looked up. "Didn't another team already check that out?" He and the rest of the team stood and grabbed their equipment, following the boss to the elevator.
"Two teams. Two investigations, change in leadership and staff, no change in casualties. This ends with us."
Tim groaned inwardly, knowing an extended, in-depth investigation would leave him little time to see Sam, even while the detective in him stood straight, ears perked, for the challenge. Gibbs handed each of them files on the previous investigations. "You can read 'em on the way."
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"Hex bags and sulfur, seems pretty clear what we're dealing with."
"A freakin' demon witch? You gotta be kidding me!" Dean declared.
"Ruby, Crowley, Meg, they've done spells and stuff, too," Sam reminded him.
"Great. Just great."
"So... Witch-killing spell plus demon knife?" Sam suggested. Dean shrugged.
"Yeah, I guess. Cover all the bases."
They drove back to the motel but Dean didn't shut the car off when he parked. "You, uh, wanna go see Tim while I gather supplies?" Sam stared at him.
"Wow. I really appreciate the offer, but, uh, he's busy with a case right now."
"Okay. So, you keep narrowing down our suspects and I'll go shopping."
Sam nodded, frowning, and got out of the car. Dean didn't look at him when he backed out and drove off. Sam shook his head and went inside. He texted Tim to share the positive information that Dean had actually made allowances for their relationship but kept his concerns about Dean's strange behavior to himself.
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The NCIS investigation at the Academy was so broad, the team so spread out, running through interviews, scene investigations, computer sweeps, and background checks, that it took days to get caught up on rechecking the other two investigations, let alone getting up to date on the more recent incidences. Dishearteningly, their hard work had given them only a single lead, a small leather bag filled with herbs and oddities tucked under the bed frame of a midshipman who had broken his leg so severely he was disqualified from eligibility for the navy and had returned home to Vermont. The bag was taken to Abby for analysis, but Gibbs was unprepared for her conclusions.
"It's a gris-gris."
"Abs?"
"They're like a magic talisman, Gibbs. Some are used for protection, good luck, even contraception, but others have a more sinister purpose," Abby gestured, waving her fingers between their faces. Gibbs shook his head once as if to tell her to get on with it. "Black magic. Voodoo. Curses, revenge, that sort of thing. See, this one had the skull of a rat, mandrake root-"
"Abby, how does this help us with the case?"
"Well, you may be looking for a priest or priestess, or maybe a witch. Not a Wiccan because they only do white magic, but an evil-" Abby frowned when Gibbs turned away. "Gibbs!"
"Call me when you got something real," he snapped as he left the lab.
"But magic is real," she called after him, her mouth set in a frustrated line, eyes narrowed.
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Sam dug into the personal lives of the people who might have had access to the places they'd found the hex bags. Hacking and reading years of email accounts for each suspect was a long, mostly boring, sometimes disturbing, process. He didn't notice until he was nearly dozing off how late the night had gotten. And that Dean had not returned. He called to check what might have distracted his brother. Dean answered just before the line would have forwarded to voicemail.
" - just shut up a second. Yeah, Sammy, what's up?"
"Who are you with?" Sam blurted. He'd intended to ask if Dean was okay, but it was apparent he was with someone and his suspicious curiosity overrode his concern.
The phone was muffled, but Sam heard Dean curse. "Damnit, Cas-" And then Dean was back on the line. "Uh, yeah, it's Cas, he just-he needs a favor. I've got the stuff. I'll be back tomorrow. I think. Depends. Look, I gotta go-"
The line died. Sam pursed his lips as he dropped his phone onto the desk beside his computer, then rubbed his face and pushed his hair back. Drama. Always drama with Dean and Cas.
Sam shut his laptop and picked his phone back up to send a quick good-night text to Tim, then he moved to his bed and sprawled out on top of the covers, intending to go directly to sleep. His phone buzzed with an incoming text, though, so he rolled over and looked at it.
T-I'm still awake, in bed, trying to relax to sleep. Wanna talk?
Sam quickly hit his speed dial.
"Hi, Sam. I'm glad you're up," Tim answered, speaking softly. Sam had read a sexual undercurrent to Tim's text and smiled as the low, slightly throaty sound of Tim's voice seemed to confirm his suspicion
"Kinda sounded like you're...up," Sam replied. He unfastened his jeans. Tim's almost sub-vocal chuckle had him reaching in to give a light tug to his thickening cock.
"Yeah. Yeah, I am. I was thinking about Zombieland."
"Uh...huh?" Sam paused.
"You were pretty drunk. How much do you remember?"
"Well... Place names... Rules. You laughing. God, I love that," Sam replied. He wriggled out of his jeans and underwear, kicking them off the foot of the bed, and reached to undo the snaps on his shirt.
"And...after? Do you remember Dean telling us to be quiet?"
"I remember Dean being a dick the next morning, slamming doors and talking loud," Sam prevaricated.
"You don't recall why he was pissed?"
Sam grinned. He had a few flashes of memory and recalled being sore with more than a headache the next morning, but he wanted to hear Tim tell him what he remembered.
"Sort of. Why don't you tell me about it?"
Tim laughed. "You...! You just want to make me describe it all, don't you?"
"...please?"
The deep purring of Sam's voice in his ear made Tim's dick jump.
"Oh... I kinda like you begging. Gonna hafta make you do that again sometime," Tim whispered. Sam groaned.
"Oh, baby. Tell me what happened...please?"
"You told me how you...beat off in the shower thinking about me," Tim said. He wrapped his fingers around his dick just the way Sam had done that night.
"I...I had spooned you and started showing you, hadn't I?" Sam asked. He recalled the feel of his hard-on pressed against Tim's back through his pants, of the reach around, whispering to him.
"God, your hand, stroking me like that, and thinking, imagining you naked, the water cascading over your perfect body..."
"More. Tell me more," Sam murmured, wrapping his hand around himself and squeezing. He could hear Tim's breath growing heavier and he shuddered at the image in his mind of Tim, naked in bed, beating off.
"You - you almost made me come, but I wanted...to - to - "
"To fuck me. Say it," Sam ordered.
"God, yes, I wanted to fuck you. I tore your clothes off and I fucked you hard."
Sam let his fingers trail down, hiking one leg up, and he ran one finger over his twitching hole. He'd never touched himself that way, but thinking of Tim, remembering how good it felt when Tim pushed into him, the sweet ache of it, he switched the phone to speaker and set it on the pillow then reached for the lube he had put in the nightstand on the off chance Tim might be able to come meet him.
"How did you stay quiet? You're usually so loud..." Sam asked. He got the slick gel on his fingers and hesitantly ran his fingertip around the rim, shivering at the sensation.
"I bit my lip raw trying to contain myself. Oh god, sliding into you, so hot..." Tim sighed.
"Describe it. Please, baby, tell me how it is for you," Sam pushed one finger in, thinking of Tim pressing close.
"Oh, Sam, it - it's like..." Tim's strokes on himself sped up with the thought. "Like a fist. Like a tight elastic sheath that just... Kinda ripples, and sliding into you, burying myself deep, hearing you moan-"
Sam moaned, adding a second finger and starting to fuck himself. He took his cock in his other hand and choked at the dual sensation.
"Tim!"
"Yeah, yeah Sam, you moaning my name, it goes right through me, oh Sam, you're so hot, I... That night I couldn't get enough, I shoved in so deep, just pounding into you..."
Sam's body shook as he curled on himself, slamming his fingers in, twisting to find the right spot, Tim was always so good at that, his other hand working his cock, groaning.
"More. More, Tim," he begged.
"Oh fuck! I had you up against the headboard, and I was ramming into you, your face was so red and I love it! So beautiful, Sam. God, your tight heat, gripping me, you feel so good, oh-oh-oh-"
Sam jammed his fingers in, hitting his prostate, hand flying over his cock. "Tim! Fuck, ah, Tim!"
"Sam! Sam! Sam!" Tim came, shaking, shooting over his chest, gasping.
Sam writhed, fucking himself hard, hearing Tim's voice, and he shouted inarticulately as his orgasm zinged through his body, ass clenching, cock aching, his belly almost cramping as he hunched tightly, shuddering through the intense climax. As he finally finished coming, Sam slid his fingers out of himself. He felt an uneasy sense of shame at having done that, and he quickly cleaned up and switched his phone off speaker.
"Oh, Sam. Thank you. I'm ready to just zonk out now. That was so hot..." Tim told him quietly. Sam smiled at the satisfied exhaustion he heard in Tim's voice.
"Yeah, that's intense. But you don't have to thank me. Ever. It was...really good for me, too, baby," Sam swallowed hard. "I can't wait to see you again."
"Wish I could hold you...'m falling asleep, Sam," Tim mumbled.
"It's okay. Go to sleep, love," Sam breathed.
"'Night. Love you..."
"Good-night, Tim."
Sam sighed as he put his phone back on the nightstand and tossed the lube back in the drawer. The buzz of his orgasm hummed through his body still as he climbed under the covers and pulled a pillow against his chest. It was cold comfort, but was something.
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