Sammy's Plaything

Chapter 15

 

As he was leaving the room, Dean was surprised to see another pentacle drawn in blood on the floor of the room. He recalled the last time he had seen it when he had first woken up scared and not sure of what going on. Dean was reluctant to place any truth on that Bobby fellow's story, but there was definitely something going on here that Sam was not telling him. But as he considered his situation more closely Dean realized that if there was something untoward going on here that would wreck his happiness with Sam, he didn't want to know it. Dean pushed the suspicions from his mind and concentrated on naked jacuzzi fun with his lover.

 

Sam seemed extra tender and affectionate tonight. One week without me, he must have been climbing the walls, thought Dean as he eased into the hot tub. He waggled his eyebrows at Sam suggestively, "Aren't you going to join me?"

 

"I'm considering it. Maybe I'm just watch."

 

Dean ran his hand down his wet torso paying particular attention to his hard nipples. He reached down between his legs and leisurely started to stroke his cock, eyes closing. "But how long before you can't control yourself, before you have to get in the game," he teased.

 

Sam's stare was scorching his skin. Sam made a caveman sort of growl in his throat and stalked toward the hot tub like Dean was a yummy antelope and he was a hungry lion. Sam sank into the tub and kissed his brother hungerily, yanking Dean's hand away from his cock and replacing it with his own. Sam stroked Dean methodically, watching the pleasure on the older man's face. He would never tire of this as much as he regretted enslaving his brother he enjoyed the results too much.

 

Dean soon found himself manoeuvered onto Sam's lap their cocks rubbing against each other as they kissed. A man could really get used to this, he thought. The rubbing was good and all but Dean needed more, he needed to feel Sam inside him. Dean rose up and impaled himself on Sam's cock and groaned, the burn of penetration turned to pleasure almost instantly. He rode Sam slow, hard and determined, like his life depended on it. Sam was thrusting up, wishing he could go deeper, wishing he never had to stop fucking Dean. They were almost at the point of mutual orgasm when Sam whispered, "I love you Dean."

 

"I love you too Sam," Dean murmured and groaned as he shot his load into the tub. Sam didn't remove Dean from his lap for a long time, he just held him tenderly as a lover should.

 

Sam wished he had had the patience to win over the true Dean when he had him. Dean loved him true but it was only the enchanted Dean that loved him, the counterfeit Dean. It was too late now though, while the spell would wear off again Sam didn't think he had the strength to face his brother's rejection again, no he would stay living in his happy little dream world where he was free to make love to his big brother as many times as he wanted to and punish him a little if he were so inclined. He was damned he just knew it. If he was damned though he would make sure he thoroughly enjoyed it.

 

Dean was almost asleep when Sam lifted him up off his lap and into his arms. Sam carried Dean to the bedroom and tucked them both in. He wondered how he would handle it when these eight months were up. What did the future hold for the Winchester brothers?