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Chapter Two

The weeks went on, and Cassie kept making fun of Sam for lusting after their teacher, and Sam and Dean would “coincidentally” meet up at their cars before Sam had to rush off to work with Dean watching after him.

Sam sat at a booth in the dark gentlemen’s club where he worked and tried to be invisible. He hated working there, but the pay was good, so he couldn’t truly complain. Some of the people that came into his work were pretty questionable. He watched the entrance to the club because he realized that it was around the time customers started arriving. A man walked into the club and waited at the door for someone to greet him. One of Sam’s co-workers did so and then pointed to him, answering the man’s question. Sam shrank back into the booth as
the man approached him.

“Heya Sammy.” Sam gaped at the man as he realized who it was.

“Dean, what are you doing here?” he asked as he tried to shrink even further into the booth.

“I’ve come to keep you company for the whole evening,” Dean answered as he plopped himself into the seat next to Sam.

“The whole evening?” Sam squeaked. Dean looked over to him and smiled.

“Yep, the whole evening. So, how ‘bout we get some drinks?” Dean didn’t wait for an answer as he waived the waiter over and ordered several rounds of shots for him and Sam.

By the end of the night, both Sam and Dean were wasted. They stumbled out of the club and into the parking lot.

“We..(hic).. are way to…(belch)..drunk to drive,” Dean said as he stumbled closer to his car.

“I...(hic)..know,” Sam answered.

“I live..(hic)..just down the block. We’ll..(hic)..go there,” Dean slurred.

“Okay,” Sam answered as he followed Dean down the sidewalk to his apartment. Thankfully it was on the first floor and both of them crashed through the front door after Dean got it unlocked.

Dean kicked the door closed and both started cracking up because Dean had landed on top of Sam. Neither of them moved, but continued laughing for a few more minutes. When they finally stopped laughing, they realized what a precarious situation they were in. Dean was laid between Sam’s bent legs, with both of his arms lying on either side of Sam’s head. They weren’t drunk anymore. Dean leaned his head down and captured Sam’s lips with his own. Sam moaned low in his throat and opened his mouth to Dean’s seeking tongue. He groaned in return as he tasted something that was purely Sammy.

He deepened the kiss as Sam brought his arms to wrap around the back of Dean’s shoulders. Dean gave a thrust of his hips and grinned into the kiss as Sam gasped and returned the thrust. Dean took his right hand and pushed up Sam’s shirt until it was around his shoulders. Sam groaned as the cool night air hit his burning skin. He was hot, to hot. He pulled away from Dean’s touch long enough to pull his shirt off. Dean stared at all Sam was. Golden skin, toned muscles, kiss swollen lips, and pupils blown wide in desire. He pulled his shirt off and groaned as his flushed skin came into contact with Sam’s. He devoured Sam’s mouth and reveled in the whimper he received. Dean began a rhythmic thrusting against Sam, and both were panting into each other’s mouths in seconds.

Sam pulled away and looked at Dean. “Please.”

Dean pulled himself and Sam off the floor and guided Sam into his bedroom. Sam stopped in the doorway and stared at Dean’s bed. It was huge. Somehow, somewhere in the back of his passion blinded brain, that didn’t surprise him. Dean tugged on his hand and brought him to the edge of bed. He gestured for Sam to sit on the edge, and he did so without question. Dean looked over Sam with a soft smile on his face. He slowly brought his hands to the button on Sam’s pants and popped it open. He slowly pulled the zipper down and smiled as his eyes were greeted with just Sam. He started to pull on Sam’s pants and Sam lifted his hips to ease the way. Dean pealed the pants completely off of him and threw them somewhere. Sam looked down at the bed as Dean truly examined him.

“Beautiful.” Sam’s head shot up at the admission, and stared at a smiling Dean.

Dean stood and kissed Sam before he stepped back and removed the rest of his clothing. He moved back to stand between Sam’s legs. He kissed him again then whispered for him to move to the top of the bed. Dean watched as Sam carefully moved to the top of the bed and waited there for Dean to join him. He did and settled himself between Sam’s bent legs again. He slowly kissed Sam as he placed their erections together and began a languid thrusting. Sam was putty in his arms. Dean reached for the bedside table to grab the lube. He kept it there for “emergencies.” He pulled away from Sam and squirted some onto his fingers. He looked at Sam before he went any further. Sam looked at him with uncertain eyes, but gave a small smile and a nod. Dean let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and slowly dragged his fingers down Sam’s chest and stomach, passed his cock and balls, to rub his perineum, making Sam nearly scream, before agonizingly slowly pushing his finger into Sam’s tight entrance. Sam gave a cry of pleasure and pain as he stared at Dean. He thrust back against Dean’s finger letting him know he was ready for another. It was the same process until Dean had Sam relaxed and writhing around and thrusting back onto his fingers.

Dean lubed up his erection before he placed it at Sam’s entrance and slowly pushed. Sam hissed, but wrapped his legs around Dean’s waist when he stopped, forcing him deeper. Dean groaned at how tight he was. He pushed his way in until he was fully seated in Sam. Sam through his head back in pleasure and gave a moan a porn star would be jealous of. Dean laughed but it turned into a throaty groan as Sam tightened his muscles around him, telling him he wanted him to move. Dean pulled out a pushed back at a snail’s pace to make sure he didn’t hurt Sam, but when he grave a frustrated growl. Dean started pounding into him. Sam wrapped his arms around Dean’s shoulders and screamed as his prostate was hit every time Dean pushed into him. Dean would have winced at the volume if it wasn’t the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. Dean ripped one last gigantic scream from Sam as he came all over their bellies and chests. Dean followed close behind with a near scream of his own as Sam’s muscles gripped him hard and milked him for all he was worth. He collapsed on top of Sam and they laid there as there breathing slowly returned to normal. When they had finally calmed down, Dean pushed himself up off of Sam’s chest and pulled himself out of Sam. Sam groaned at the loss of Dean inside of him. He felt almost empty without him there. Dean rolled off of Sam and pulled his back flush to his chest.

“We’ll clean up in the morning,” he gently whispered in Sam’s ear. Sam nodded in acknowledgement and fell asleep curled up in Dean’s arms. Dean stayed up for a few extra minutes marveling at Sam’s beauty before he joined Sam in oblivion. Neither of them noticed that none of Dean’s come was on the sheets.

Reviews please. Tell me what you think. Did I do okay? Constructive critism is good.