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I made this chapter shorter than I originally planned, but it works out better for the set up of the story.

Thanks for pointing out some of the grammar and spelling mistakes, I appreciate it.

Sammy will get a more dominant part later on, but he still new to this.

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Chapter 4

Monday morning Dean’s alarm went off at six a.m. like it was suppose to, and like every morning, Dean threw the alarm clock into the far wall of his bedroom to turn it off. He had yet to figure out how the alarm clock was still living.

Sam groaned at the clattering the clock made, and curled further into Dean’s chest, causing him to laugh.

“C’mon Sammy, we have to get up,” Dean said as he nudged Sam’s forehead with his nose.

“Nnnn,” was his only response as Sam burying himself deeper into to Dean’s chest, causing him to give a small laugh at Sam’s behavior.

“I know. If we get up now, we can christen the shower,” Dean breathed into Sam’s ear.

“Almost worth getting up for,” Sam grumbled before pulling the sheets over his head.

“Almost?!” Dean looked completely affronted. “Not almost Sammy. That’s a damn, ‘yeah Dean I’m getting up right now,’ kind of worth it.”

“Nnnn,” was Dean’s muffled response.

Dean got up and pulled the covers completely off of Sam, leaving him curled up naked in the middle of the bed. Sam turned his head and glared at him before unfolding himself and reaching his arms above his head so he could stretch. Dean watched as Sam arched his back, pushing his stomach into the air, getting the kinks out of his body. Sam hit the bed with a pleased sigh, and Dean dragged him right back off it, pulling him in the direction of the bathroom.

“Dean! What the hell?!” Sam yelled, trying to get back his stolen hand.

“Shower, now,” was his only response before he was shoved into said shower and pelted with hot water.

He didn’t get a chance to enjoy the soothing warmth before Dean had him pinned to the back wall. Sam gasped as Dean latched onto his neck and bit down, hard. Sam nearly passed out from the mix of the pleasure and the pain. Dean pulled back from Sam’s neck and watched as he slid down the wall. Sam looked up at Dean from the floor and stared at the sight before him. Dean towered over him with water pouring down his body, staring at Sam like he was a starving man, and he was the meal.

“Again,” was all Sam could say. Dean bent down and latched onto Sam’s neck again, and bit so hard he nearly drew blood. Sam screamed, but held Dean’s head where it was so he couldn’t move away. Dean moved down to Sam’s nipple and did bite till he drew blood, making Sam come all over their chests and stomachs. Dean watched as the shower washed the cum down the drain before looking back at Sam. He was leaned completely against the wall staring at Dean, but not really seeing. He hadn’t realized how pleasurable pain could be. He finally focused in on Dean, giving a small smile.

“Thank you,” he whispered, still sitting limply against the wall.

“You’re welcome Sammy. I didn’t figure you were one for pain, but obviously I was wrong,” Dean jibbed. He looked down at his very angry erection before looking back at Sam, who now made cooked pasta look stiff. “Alright Sammy, I guess I have to take care of this myself. You get to sit there and enjoy.”

Dean stood directly under the shower as he looked down at Sam before grabbing himself. He didn’t start slow. He was to aroused as it was. Sam stared, enraptured at the sight before him. Dean threw his head back as his other hand started playing with his balls. He looked down when he heard Sam groan, making him come all over himself, before it was washed away. He collapsed in front of Sam, chest heaving, with a smile placed on his lips.

“Did you like the show Sammy?”

“God yes.”

“Good, but we have to get ready now.” He turned off the shower and dragged Sam and himself to their bedroom to dry off and get ready.

Cassie noticed there was something different about Sam when he sat down next to her in class. She stared at him for a while before anything was said.

Sam leaned over to her and whispered, “What?”

“There’s something different about you.” Sam looked away and blushed. Cassie gasped. “No way! You didn’t! You got down his pants didn’t you?!” She turned away from the beet red Sam to look at their teacher. He was looking at them with his eyebrow raised. Cassie grinned up at him before motioning to the red Sam next to her. Dean connected the dots and gave a small nod to Cassie before going back to teaching his class. He had already figured out that Sam would tell Cassie, or she would figure it out because Sam had the bad habit of not being able to hide anything from her, and turning all different shades of red didn’t help either.

“So, how was it? Tell me, tell me, tell me!” Cassie whispered in Sam’s ear.

“Not here Cassie. We’ll skip next period so we can talk,” Sam answered with his still bright red face downcast.

“Okay!” She spent the rest of class fidgeting.

The bell rang and Dean told everyone to have a good day. He watched as Sam and Cassie were the last ones out of class before shaking his, pitying Sam, before walking back to his office.

Sam and Cassie sat in his car in silence until Cassie couldn’t take it anymore. “So you said you would tell me! So tell me!” she demanded.

Sam put his hands in the air. “Okay, okay. So, it happened this weekend. He came into work Saturday, spent the whole evening as ‘my guest.’ We were completely plastered by the time we left. Neither of us could drive, so we stumbled our way to his apartment because he lives down the street. When he got the door opened, we collapsed on the floor laughing before we figured out what kind of position we were in-”

“What kind of position?!” Cassie interrupted. Sam looked down at his lap where his hands were placed before answering.

“Me on my back, him in between my legs. We kissed, and it kind of went from there,” he mumbled.

“Damn it! I missed hot boy action!” Cassie pouted, crossing her arms over her chest.

Sam’s head popped up to stare at her. “Cassie!”

She looked back at Sam still pouting. “I don’t get how a person, who’s face is constantly red, can even get a hard on. Even still, hot boy action!” She continued her pouting. The bell rang, informing them it was time for to go to their next period, before Sam could reply.

I hoped you guys like it. Comments, questions, always welcomed. I think that covers everything. Thanks!