A/N: For those who appreciate a little rumpy-pumpy, an optional chapter. N.B. I'm not into PWP so don't expect graphic.

The Pompatus Box (Chapter 30: Intimate Moments) by frostygossamer

Sam stares down at Dean as he lies on the big captain's bed, a little turned on by just looking at the naked awesomeness that is Prince Sam, scion of a warrior race who robbed and plundered, raped and pillaged anyone they could lay their big hairy-knuckled hands on. He steels himself. This is going to be a night to remember.

"Touch me," says Sam. His voice is a growl, husky and mellow. "I need you to show me how you want me."

Dean draws in a tight breath. Can't Sam see how much he wants him? Doesn't it show? How much more aroused could he look?

He tries. "I- I want you so much it hurts, Sammy."

Sam huffs out a chuckle. Dean is trying hard and he DOES appreciate his efforts.

"I meant, do you want me on my back or on my knees, doofus."

Dean sighs and swaps places, pushing Sam back down onto the bed.

"On your back, knees up. I'm gonna show you how I want you in me."

Sam rolls onto his back and raises his knees obediently. He's just a tad nervous in this strange position.

"This the best way? For a first time?"

"We don't know it's your first time. And sure this'll be fine. I got oil here."

Dean reaches over Sam and pulls a small bottle of 'recreational' oil from his night stand drawer.

Sam chuckles. "You got that for me? So sweet."

Dean makes a face. He told himself he was getting supplies but, yes, he got it for Sam, in his head. He forces a pillow under Sam's ass then dribbles a little oil on his fingers.

"First I'm gonna loosen you right up, then I'm gonna go in for the kill. OK with you?"

Sam pouts and sucks his finger like a would-be sex kitten or, considering his size, maybe a sex cat.

"Do your worst, daddy-o."

It's only bravado that's keeping him still. That and the raging boner he has for his snarky love-object. The very idea of being breached, like a virgin bride on her wedding night, makes his knees tremble. Not in a good way. Dean's fingers slide into his body and wriggle around, opening and searching. Not as unpleasant as Sam feared. Actually it's kind of- WOW! Finally they hit the jackpot.

"Whoa!" yelps Sam, and Dean knows he's there.

Withdrawing his hand he anoints his member generously and prepares for combat. But first he bobs forward and kisses Sam on the lips. Sam leans up on one elbow and captures his mouth in a deep, sloppy kiss. Dean comes away chuckling.

"Ready or not, here I come," he announces.

Sam braces himself. The tug of Dean's member entering his hole feels like something he should resist. He concentrates, his fingers twisting in the bed sheets until Dean is right where he ought to be.

Sam gasps. "Jeez! Feels like a ramrod up my ass."

"Why, thank you, honey," Dean snickers and pulls out a little. "Pay attention. I'll be asking questions later."

He rams back in like he's a subway train and Sam is the end of the line.

"Whew!" Sam feels kind of faint. "Can you hold up while I just die."

"Drama queen," Dean retorts and starts to pump him for all he's worth.

All Sam can do is lie there and take it, cussing loudly and trying not to bite off his tongue with pleasure. His mighty claymore is rigid and weeping - and if only he could come - but that damn ribbon is still in place. Its little silver medallion glitters mockingly with every shudder of his body. Why, oh why did he ever think it would be fun?

"Dean. Oof!" he groans. "I got a volcano ready to blow."

Dean tries to laugh but events overtake him and suddenly his green eyes go glassy and he spaces out. Sam soon realizes why as his lover's release fills him. Dean's jerky movements gradually slow as his climax passes. Sam lies there grunting until Dean stops.

"Oh sure," he bitches. "You come, fine. What about me? I'm suffering here."

Dean treats him to a dopey grins and then kisses him again, soft and wet. Sam tries to chase him as he pulls back.

"Don't worry, Sammy. Saving you for later," Dean chuckles wickedly.

He pulls out carefully and shuffles down the bed a little. He strokes Sam's manhood with a finger and clicks his tongue.

"This big guy looks like he's ready to come out and play."

Sam squirms under his touch.

"Stop fooling around, Dean. I'm gonna burst right here and take out that bulkhead. You won't be smiling when you're looking at the ether through a freakin' big-ass hole."

"You wanted me to touch you," Dean reminds him, leaning on Sam's knee nonchalantly. "And talking about a freakin' big asshole."

"Bitch," grouches Sam. "Didn't realize I was getting in bed with a freakin' sadist."

"Aw," Dean responds.

Leaning forward he licks the head of Sam's appendage and slides his mouth down over the rigid column. Sam grinds his teeth and his hips rise involuntarily.

"Yeah," he gasps. "I'm ready, Dean."

Dean's pursed lips glide over the extent of Sam's length two three times like he's sucking a popsicle. He pulls off and smacks his lips. Picking up one end of the tartan dick ribbon, he gives is a playful jerk. Sam's eyebrows knit together.

"Yeah, oh yeah, Dean. Do it, Dean. Lover, pulease."

Dean is tempted to torture his partner a little longer but there's a serious possibility that someone could get really hurt. He doesn't need an emasculated lover or a broken nose. He pulls the ribbon loose and tosses it over his shoulder as he takes him tonsil-deep. Sam can't control what happens next. Dean copes manfully but even he chokes a little as his partner's life essence flows down his throat.

"Oogh!" he gasps.

The panicked look on his face means Sam can't help but laugh, even as he's experiencing the full force of his orgasm. His face turns a shade of cherry red that worries even Dean. So he slaps him on the cheek a couple times.

"Hey, hey! Stop it! Breathe, goddamn ya! Sammy! Don't you crap out on me now."

Sam drags in a noisy lungful of air and his face starts to return to its normal healthy tan. Dean is relieved.

"There, there. Jeez. If I'da known you were gonna freak over a little blowjob. You OK now?"

He brushes the stray strands of hair off of Sam's sweaty brow. Sam turns his face into Dean's hand and presses his lips to Dean's palm.

"You're a jerk. You know that?" he whispers.

Dean smiles softly. "Yeah. I know it."

He rubs a hand up and down Sam's thigh, soothing him. Sam lets his eyes close for a moment, enjoying the gentle touch.

"Now THAT," he says, his eyes still closed. "That was an AWESOME ride."

Dean has to agree. He has ridden a fine selection of fillies before and ridden them hard. But he always goes home feeling... Well, he ALWAYS goes home. This time? This time he IS home.

He bends forward and lays the lightest kiss on the big guy's mouth. Sam hums his pleasure at the soft feel of Dean's lips.

Dean smiles to himself. This is different, he thinks. Generally, he takes what he wants and gives only what it takes to get it. Sex is a transaction, nothing more. Generally. But not this time. This time it was all about Sam. And it feels good.

Sam opens his eyes and looks up at him, noticing the far-away look on his lover's face.

"Hey! You ready for a rematch?"

Dean snaps out of it and grins. "You think you can take me then bring it on."

Sam grabs him by the shoulders and rolls them both over. Surprisingly Dean doesn't struggle. He's over that now.

He's where he wants to be.

TBC

A/N: That was just an extra for readers who don't like to be left at the bedroom door, so to speak. Next chapter coming soon.