Even though Dean had gone to bed very late last night he got up early to train a little before school. It helped clear his head and he felt a lot better by the time he was finished. He felt more centered, in control. He didn't like feeling so out of control, so unsure of himself, and yesterday… frankly, he would be happy to forget yesterday ever happened at all.

Of course that would also mean forgetting yesterday with Sam… kissing the younger boy breathless, licking his pretty pink nipples, and jacking off onto that smooth silky skin… Dean groaned at himself. Just thinking about what he and the younger boy had done had him getting a hard on as the hot water pounded over the sore muscles of his shoulders.

Christ. His dick was acting like he was going through puberty all over again! He couldn't get Sam out of his head! It was like he was… drawn… to the younger boy, and he wasn't even sure why. Yeah, Sam was a looker. Though to be honest he hadn't seen the younger boy yet without being bruised up. But he'd had partners, girls and guys, who were just as pretty as Sam was and he didn't obsess over them like this.

Was it because Sam was only sixteen? Jailbait. That's what Sam was. The thrill of the forbidden was always a nice aphrodisiac. Or was it the fact that Sam was a virgin. The boy knew how to kiss, but he'd never been fucked before. Had he ever had his cock sucked? Sam had gone crazy just from Dean playing with his nipples and giving him a hand job, so he didn't think so. Dean smirked as he remembered the face Sam had made when he licked their come off him, Sam had certainly never given head based on that reaction.

Just thinking about guiding the younger man to his knees, showing him how to wrap his lips around his cock and suck him off had him getting harder and harder until finally Dean gave in and jacked himself off quickly in the shower. Damn, he was regretting turning down Sam's offer to pick him up early for school this morning. But maybe after school if Bobby wasn't around… or hell… maybe during lunch.

Dean had to cut off his imaginings of pushing Sam up against a sink in the boy's bathroom, the younger boy biting his lip to try to keep quiet as Dean sucked him off quick and messy, or he was going to get hard all over again and be late for picking up Sam. He finished his shower, quickly dried off, and got dressed. Grabbing his book bag and a couple slices of toast that Bobby had made for him for breakfast, he snagged his keys from the kitchen counter and was out the door, yelling to the older man he'd see him later.

When Sam woke up in the morning to dreams of Dean he found he had a raging hard on. Well fuck. He hurried into the shower and barely waited for the water to get hot before he got under the water and had to beat himself off. He sighed to himself and wondered if he was maybe really gay, but dammit he liked looking at girls, or if it was just because Dean was the first person who had ever brought him off. He couldn't get the senior out of his head. He sighed again when he realized there wouldn't be any pretty girls to look at to help distract him during the day. Swell. He had a feeling today would be a day of imagining him and Dean on the pool table again or in all sorts of places at school. He wasn't sure if he wanted Deant o show up early or not. Dean said he would pick him up at eight. That would probably get them to school a little early and maybe they could make out…stop it, stop it, stop it, he told himself. This was fucking insane. He felt like a dog in heat. Worse, it was a guy he was hot over. If it was a girl, he could talk to his Dad about it maybe. But he didn't think his Dad would be thrilled to find out his son was having dreams of being jack off by the anti social deliciously handsome—stop it—senior who was looking after him.

If he had done it with Eric would he…? He shook his head to himself. No. No way in hell. Just the thought of being with Eric made him want to puke.

He didn't say much to his parents, just mostly the normal grunted morning stuff. Everyone was rushing around getting ready to go. His mom had made some coffee cake the night before and put about a third of it in a container, telling Sam to give it to Dean and Bobby and asked him to speak to Bobby about how they wanted to handle dinner. Normally Sam would eat dinner around six because his mom usually had stuff going in the crock pot, or cooked the night before so there were "leftovers" for him to eat. Sometimes he waited for his parents to get home to eat, sometimes he didn't. It wasn't Bobby's job to have another mouth to feed, but teenagers, including Sam, ate like horses. She gave him forty dollars to help with groceries since she didn't want Sam eating them out of house and home. If Bobby resisted, she told Sam to warn him she'd just drop by on the weekends with meals for Sam during the week and lots of munchies like chips and apples and crap. And she meant it. He really hoped Bobby would take the cash because he wasn't really thrilled with the idea of chowing down on frozen dinners instead of his mom's cooking or whatever Bobby and Dean were having, especially if it was Dean's hamburgers and fries.

He waved to his parents as each left in turn and finished getting his shit together, including a change of clothes for when he got to Dean's that afternoon. He'd be damned if he'd stay in that school uniform all day. Besides Dean was going to teach him how to fight and he didn't want to fight in his school clothes.

At quarter of eight he was pacing restlessly, watching out front for the black Impala. He wasn't sure if he was glad Dean didn't change his mind and show up early or not. He gave a soft snort. Just because he was obsessing over the senior didn't mean Dean even gave him a second thought.

The Impala finally pulled up at five after eight and Sam took his two backpacks (one with extra clothes), his school back pack, and the foil wrapped package of coffee cake for Dean and Bobby and hurried out to the car. He slipped into the passenger's seat and at seeing Dean, seeing those lips, those hands that had been on him, that he had dreamed about, felt a fucking blush color his cheeks. God, he just wanted to die. He tossed his extra backpack into the back seat. "Street clothes for after school," he muttered. He set the coffee cake on the floor. "Mom made coffee cake last night and sent some for you and Bobby to have for breakfast tomorrow."

Sam settled into the seat and put on his seat belt, his school books in his lap. Jesus he hoped he didn't end up with a hard on by the time they got to school. He made himself stare out the front window. Dammit, maybe if Dean had come early they could have…and he wouldn't be all tied up in knots and confused and ready to fuck the first thing that came within reach. He blushed again when he wondered if there was anyplace along the way that they could pull over and Dean could maybe kiss him and touch him and whether or not they'd be late for school if they did. If Dean drove really fast.

God he was acting like a lovesick girl.

Dean watched Sam come out of the house and approach his car. He turned down his music a little, waiting patiently for the younger boy to get in his car, and got settled. He gave the barest nod when the younger boy explained to him what the bag Sam threw into his back seat was. He frowned a little however when Sam placed the foil wrapped cake down on the floor of his car.

What the hell was that for?

Dean couldn’t help but wonder for a minute if Sam’s mother had the hots for Bobby or something. Inviting him over for the fucking BBQ, sending the older man cakes… Sure, she was married, but when the hell did that ever make a difference? He hadn’t exactly been paying much attention if the woman had been flirting with Bobby, or vice versa. What if she had? Or what if Bobby had? Did he really give a damn? Except for the fact that he didn’t like the woman? Not really. Bobby could stick his dick wherever he damn well pleased. It was none of his business…

Though, if it were true, Sam probably wouldn’t like it. Just like Sam didn’t like that Dean hated his parents. He was probably jumping to conclusions though. After all, he hadn’t seen anything, and Bobby… well, Bobby was just too damned ‘honorable’ to get involved with a married woman anyway. It probably wouldn’t be a bad idea to throw the damned cake away before Bobby saw it, just in case. No sense in encouraging anything that would only cause a shit storm later.

Yeah… like the fact that Dean was fucking their underage son wasn’t going to cause a shit storm if anyone found out…

It was about then that Dean noticed the flush to Sam’s cheeks and couldn’t help but grin at the younger boy. True, the flush might not be because of him, might not even be because of arousal at all. But Sam was certainly sitting there pretty damned carefully with his books in his lap. Dean forced himself to turn away from the enticing image that Sam made as he pulled away from the curb and started driving towards the school. Well, he supposed there was one way to find out if Sam would be interested in a little making out during lunch… maybe even before that…

“I thought about you this morning, in the shower. Yesterday… How you looked… How you tasted… Made me so damned hard I had to beat off.” Dean said, almost casually, glancing over at the younger boy sitting next to him. “Thought maybe, we could go somewhere alone for lunch.”

Sam glanced over at Dean, embarrassed and surprised. Dean had thought about him? Was he…obsessing over him the way Sam seemed to be over the senior? For as casually as he said it…no probably not. Probably just trying to tell Sam he liked it and wanted to do it again.

"I…uh…I'm glad you…you know. Enjoyed it," he said. Oh how lame was that? He just couldn't bring himself to admit he'd beat off not once, but twice, to thoughts of Dean, that he'd even dreamed of him.

"Was kinda hoping you might…come early this morning," Sam quietly. He managed a small smile, "But I guess you did, didn't you?" He blushed a little at his joke. Dammit, couldn't he stop blushing for one fucking minute?

"There's that empty warehouse not far from school," Sam ventured quietly. "Off Neilsen Street. It's on the way to school. I can point it out to you…if you want…."

The thought of returning to school already had him completely tied up in knots. The thought of maybe having Dean kissing the daylights out of him before going there was attractive. Hell the thought of Dean bringing him off before school, yeah, that would probably help ease the clenching in his stomach, too. He was so not looking forward to the day. He was so tense his muscles might as well be steel.

The expression on Sam's face after his bold statement was absolutely priceless. Not to mention the increased flush to the younger boy's face, spreading down his neck, was making him think very sinful thoughts. Like how he wanted to lick across those pretty blushing lips, teasing out and sucking on Sam's tongue making the younger boy whimper and clutch at him like he had yesterday. He wondered if Sam were blushing everywhere. Just thinking about finding out was definitely making his dick sit up and take notice.

Oh yeah. He'd definitely enjoyed it.

Dean was really wishing he'd come to pick Sam up early too, but after yesterday... he simply hadn't been sure of the younger boy's offer. Sam's joke made Dean laugh out loud, and he glanced at the younger boy, grinning at him in a way that could melt butter.

"I guess I did." He replied.

When Sam mentioned the old warehouse on the way to school he'd pretty much made his decision, stepping a little harder on the gas. Though honestly, if they were a little late to school this morning, Dean didn't really give a shit.

"I know the way there." Dean told the younger boy, even as he let one of his hands slip off the steering wheel to curl around Sam's inner thigh, giving it a light squeeze. No reason why they couldn't start now, after all.

"Did you enjoy it?" He asked curiously, caressing the younger boy's thigh upwards to his groin, cupping Sam's dick gently through his pants.

Dean's smile, his laugh, the look in his eyes, it all just made Sam quiver. He'd have never thought he could imagine another guy as so handsome, so fucking hot but the look Dean gave him made his stomach positively do flip flops. He felt Dean hit the accelerator and his heart jumped in speed. He really didn’t care if he missed home room. That was little more than taking attendance and they'd figure out soon enough Sam was there. They could call his parents if they wanted, but they would probably just initially assume Sam wasn't ready to return to school yet. Which he wasn't.

He jumped a little when he Dean's hand slid to his thigh. He let his books shift to the side and groaned when Dean's hand found his groin and and gently palmed his cock. The response was almost immediate as he felt his blood rush southward.

"Yeah…I…liked it," Sam said. Moving his hand down, he laid it over Dean's and pressed Dean's hand harder against his cock. "Couldn't…couldn't stop thinking about you," Sam finally admitted. "Twice," he whispered.

He took his hand off of Dean's hand, undid his seat belt, and reached over, returning the favor for Dean, finding and gently rubbing along his shaft.

Dean could easily feel the heat of the younger boy’s dick beneath his palm. How it twitched and firmed in response to his touch. But something about Sam’s soft admission and the way the younger boy’s hand covered his own, pressing down, seeking more pleasure… it was so damned hot Dean had to bite back his own groan as heat flowed through his veins like he couldn’t believe.

“Only twice? I must be losing my touch.” Dean joked, curling his fingers underneath the younger boy’s balls as he pressed and rubbed his palm more firmly against the outline of Sam’s cock.

He forced himself to keep his attention mostly on the road, even though he really wanted to watch what Sam was doing when he heard the seat belt unbuckle. He groaned softly when he felt Sam’s hand reach over the seat and slip between his legs to caress his dick.

Dean realized this was the first time that Sam had actually touched him. Sure, they’d dry humped against each other while they kissed in the basement, but this was the first time Sam had actually touched his cock. Encouraging, Dean let his legs slide further apart to give the younger boy better access.

Fuck, he was glad that the drive to the warehouse was a short one. He knew exactly where Sam was talking about, because he and Bobby made it a point to know where any ‘abandoned’ structure was around here. Considering a vast majority of ghosts and other beasties seemed to enjoy frequenting such places.

It was with no small amount of regret he was forced to take his hand back so he could make the turn onto Neilsen street, by that point not really trusting himself to do it one handed. But it was better that then get into an accident because he was too distracted by Sam’s hand on his dick. Dean pulled into the warehouse a bit faster than he intended as it was, and drove them back far enough that the car couldn’t be seen from the street. He wasted no time then shutting off the engine and unbuckling his own seatbelt, turning a little to face Sam.

It was all Sam could do not to thrust back against Dean's touch. He could believe Dean could get someone to come more than twice just thinking about him but it had only been like twelve hours and a good portion of that he'd been asleep.

Running his hand along Dean's dick, it felt large. He'd seen it, sort of, the night before but he'd been a bit distracted. He'd never felt another guy up before and couldn't really decide if it turned him on or not. Because it was forbidden, well, among a lot of the people anyhow, that was kind of exciting. When Dean splayed his legs open, oh shit, yeah, the excitement factor went up more as his blood rushed south. Maybe because it was a definite invitation for Sam to investigate and explore. He remembered the first time Stacy had opened her legs for his exploring fingers. Talk about a turn on.

Giving a small muffled complaint when Dean's hand left him, he was suddenly trying to not get thrown into the door as Dean made the turn. Guess Dean was definitely wanting this. Suddenly they were parked, the engine was off and Dean was facing him.

Memories of being in the red Ferrari, the gear shift, the steering wheel, Eric invading his mouth, his hands down his pant, it all came rushing back to Sam. He leaned a away from Dean.

"Can we maybe…back seat? Eric…it was…I'd rather be in the back seat," Sam said stumbling over his words, trying to explain and not sure Dean would get it. He wanted to kiss Dean again, and his cock definitely wanted some more attention from Dean, but not in the front seat. It didn't matter the car was black, or that there wasn't a gear shift, or that he didn't smell Eric's expensive cologne. He just suddenly couldn't do it in the front seat. Dean was probably going to think he was stupid whiny tease, but if Dean wouldn't, he wasn't sure he wouldn't just freak and bail, and he really didn't want to do that. It had been his suggestion, more or less, in the first place.

Dean’s smile immediately slipped off his face, arousal replaced by confusion… even worry… when he saw the younger boy’s expression as Sam’s hand suddenly left him. The way the other boy backed away from him, Sam looking like he was going to bolt out of the passenger side door any second. Much like the first time Dean had brought Sam home. Sam looked afraid of him…

He didn’t need to ask what was wrong. Sam was already explaining, more or less. Really, the younger boy only had to say one word. Eric. Understanding dawned and Dean was having a difficult time not allowing his expression to cloud over with anger. Some of that anger at the other senior certainly, but also at himself because he was an idiot. Sam had told him after all how the other boy had tried to rape him in his car, and he didn’t even consider making out in the car might give Sam some bad memories? Too busy thinking with his damned dick…

Sam’s fearful expression made his guts twist. It made him just want to pull the younger boy close and… hold him… until all of Sam’s tension melted away against him. It also made him want to go find Eric right the fuck now and pound his face in the same way he’d pounded his car. Lets see him try to work his fucking ‘charm’ on some innocent boy with two broken cheekbones, a dislocated jaw, and broken nose…

“Back seat is fine.” Dean finally replied. “But we don’t have to do this at all, here, if you don’t want…”

Sam could see Dean was upset, but the tenderness in Dean's eyes told him immediately it wasn't against him or because of him.

Shaking his head, Sam said, "No. Back seat's good. Really. Front seat…maybe later. I guess I'm kinda lame, huh?" Sam smiled a little bit shyly then. "I, uh, you're a really good kisser. Better than any girl I've ever kissed." Sam winced slightly. What if Dean was not bi but just gay? Would that offend him? It was the truth though. He'd never had anyone kiss him like Dean. Then again he only had two girls to compare him to. Well there were a couple others, but they hadn't frenched much so it wasn't really fair to include them.

Sam opened the car door and set his book bag on the floor. When he got in the back seat he tossed the bag with his street clothes up front. He shut the door and looked around a little, making sure he wasn't going to freak. No, this was different, different enough anyhow. He'd be okay. This felt more like his decision. Even if Dean crushed him up against the door it just didn't feel like it did in the front seat. He pulled off his coat and laid it over the back of the front seat and then wasn't really sure what he should do. Should he take off his shirt too? His shirt hadn't stopped Dean before, though. He wondered again if it was really messed up that he wanted Dean to kiss him.

Dean shook his head slightly when Sam called himself ‘lame’. He knew completely what the younger boy was going through. The fact that Sam was even letting Dean touch him at all was something of a surprise in itself. When the younger boy admitted he liked how Dean kissed, the older boy couldn’t help but smile. Better than any girl, huh? He might have to get the younger boy to tell him a little about that… later, Dean reminded himself.

They were on a bit of a tight schedule here.

When Sam opened his door, Dean did the same. He got out, waiting for Sam to climb into the back seat and get settled before he did the same. The younger boy looked comfortable enough, which was good, and Dean certainly wasn’t complaining at all about doing this in the back seat versus the front. After all, he knew from experience it was more comfortable in the back than the front. More room to work with…

Tight schedule, Dean reminded himself again and scooted closer to the younger boy.

“C’mere.” Dean whispered softly, sliding his hand around Sam’s waist and pulling the younger boy closer to him. His other hand cupping Sam’s cheek and tipping the younger boy’s face up to him as he brought his lips down to meet Sam’s.

Sam watched as the senior settled into the back seat. He'd never really considered than a man could be graceful, but Dean was. Like a cat type of graceful. Every move considered, every shift of weight recognized. Sam felt all gangly and uncoordinated around him by comparison. Sam waited for guidance from his sponsor. He was still nervous and wondered if that would ever go away. The flashback to Eric's front seat hadn't really helped.

He let Dean pull him close and again marveled at how gentle and how strong the young man was. He suddenly realized that after this, he was going to have to go face those bastards at that school again. But with Dean's arm wrapped around his waist it wasn't quite so frightening. A little part of him wondered if he could convince Dean to just skip school today. He'd do whatever…well, almost whatever…Dean wanted if he just didn't have to go to school.

As Dean tilted his face up, Sam was so close to those green eyes. There was so much he saw in them it almost took his breath away. Kindness, coldness, hardship, determination, fear, ferocity, loss, courage…it was everything wrapped up in a moment. He wondered what Dean saw in his. Hell, what did Dean see in him? Why had he come to Sam's rescue? He knew in his heart it wasn't because Dean thought he'd be a good lay. Not in the beginning.

And then Dean was kissing him.

He wrapped his arms around Dean. He wanted to learn to kiss like Dean because breath taking hardly covered it. The way the young man's tongue dove into his mouth, lightly tangling with his tongue, stroking it, and then slowly investigating his mouth like it was the first time his tongue had been there, almost like it was the first time his tongue had ever been in anyone's mouth. It made Sam feel almost special, even though it was obvious Dean had a lot of experience kissing and Sam's mouth was hardly the first mouth that tongue had invaded. That tongue had probably been places…no, he didn't want to think about that. He just wanted to slip into the moment a believe he was as special to Dean as the kiss made him feel he was.

Dean made a sound of approval when he felt Sam’s arms wrap around him. Holding the younger boy a little tighter too him as he brushed those soft sweet lips with his own, caressing with gentle butterfly light touches, and soft licks before finally letting his tongue push past Sam’s parted lips. He immediately lost himself in the sweet taste of the younger boy as he explored Sam’s mouth as thoroughly as he had the first time. Running the tip of his own tongue lightly over Sam’s teeth and the roof of his mouth and coaxing the younger boy’s soft wet tongue to play with his own.

Unlike the first time when they’d been in Sam’s basement, Dean didn’t really care about the consequences of how the younger boy might look when he nipped lightly and sucked on those soft pink lips. Making them even more pink and full and sensitive. In fact the thought of Sam walking into that school at his side with red kiss swollen lips, everyone who’d look at the younger boy knowing who Sam belonged to, made his heart beat a little faster.

His fingers slid down Sam’s neck, dipping into the collar of the younger boy’s shirt. When he found the first button he undid it with a quick flick of his wrist. His fingers immediately reaching in further to caress the newly revealed skin as he moved to the next button, and the next, working his way down until Sam’s shirt hung completely open.

He ran the flat of his palm from Sam’s stomach back up to the younger boy’s chest. Panting a little as he pulled back from their kiss to watch the younger boy’s reaction when his fingers found Sam’s sensitive nipple and started playing with it.

It was odd, feeling Dean paying as much attention to his lips with his sucking and nips, as he did the rest of his mouth. Not odd in a bad way, just unexpected. And the sucking was still definitely a turn on. Then Dean's hand was at his collar and running his fingers over his skin. Effortlessly Dean flicked each button through its hole; Sam thought he took longer getting each one buttoned than Dean did flicking them open.

Dean's hand was warm as it caressed his skin, ran over his stomach and headed back up his chest. When Dean broke their kiss, Sam made a small sound of complaint even though he was beginning to pant with the excitement of Dean's kisses. He realized where Dean's hand was headed. When Dean's fingers brushed over his nipple he gasped a little. His eyes half shut and he gave a soft moan as Dean toyed with it. He never would have guessed nipples on guys were just as sensitive as girls.

Since Dean didn't have his suit coat on yet, Sam ran his hand over Dean's nipple through the shirt. He managed to get the first couple buttons of Dean's shirt undone one-handed though with a lot less skill. Dean's attention to his nipple didn't help as far as distractions went. Still it was enough that he could reach inside and give Dean the same pleasure.

Dean's attention to his nipple grew more intense and Sam couldn't help but arch into it a little. It felt so fucking good and his dick was certainly beginning to get hard between the kissing and the playing with his chest. The things Dean could do to him without hardly trying…

Dean couldn’t help but watch in fascination the way Sam reacted to his touch. The sweet needy moans that the younger boy made. The way Sam trembled and arched into his touch when he lightly pinched the sensitive nub on his chest. So damned sensitive… As he switched from one tight peak to the other, loving the way Sam’s nipples grew pink and hard to the stimulation. The resulting rising bulge he could see in Sam’s pants, Dean literally felt his mouth water.

When he felt the younger boy’s fingers working at his shirt and then slip inside, touching his chest, mirroring the pleasure he was giving to Sam, Dean moaned in approval. Pressing his lips to Sam’s and licking his way back into the younger boy’s mouth, twining their tongues together and kissing him even more deeply than before as his passion rose. He wondered, would Sam copy everything that he did? Fuck, he hoped so. Only one way to find out.

He reluctantly left off playing with Sam’s nipples to push the younger boy’s shirt off his shoulders and down his arms.

“Don’t want you making a mess of yourself again.” Dean murmured in explanation, his eyes tracing hungrily over Sam’s exposed chest on down. He tossed Sam’s shirt over the back of the front seat to join the other boy’s jacket and then quickly removed his own, tossing it wherever. His hands went to Sam’s waist then, unbuckling his belt and undoing the younger boy’s fly and zipper.

“Lift up.” He encouraged as his fingers hooked in the waistband of Sam’s pants and underwear, tugging them down to about the younger boy’s mid thighs. Dean moaned softly getting his first look at Sam practically naked for the first time. Fuck, Sam was so beautiful. His cock hard and full, and Dean wrapped his fingers around it, stroking slowly.

When Dean began kissing him again, this time deeper and more intently, it sent shivers of desire through him that he would barely comprehend. How could he be getting this damned hot over a guy? The sudden absence of Dean's fingers on his chest was almost painful and Sam wondered if that was it. Were they done making out? Then he felt his shirt fall off his shoulders and Dean's explanation sent fresh heat to his groin. Dean was going to jack him off again? Oh, hell yeah.

He stared at Dean's naked chest when Dean carelessly tossed his own shirt aside. His breath caught a little. He had run his hands over those muscles before but he hadn't seen them. Damn, the senior was built, pure muscle and for the first time ever, when he saw Dean's nipples he found them attractive and enticing. He wanted to do what Dean had done the night before. He wanted to touch them and suck on them and see how crazy he could drive the older teen. The scars he saw there, Jesus, what sorts of things had Dean been through to have those scars? No wonder he didn't let anyone fuck with him. He'd apparently been there and done that.

Before Sam had a chance to react, to move forward and lick and suck at Dean's nipples, Dean's hands were at his pants. He felt a little embarrassed and weirded out to have the older boy undoing his belt and zipper and he couldn't help but feel a little flash of what Eric had tried to do pass through him. Still, he did as Dean told him, but felt so exposed. Hell, he was exposed, practically naked in the back seat of Dean's car. His erection was approaching full blown at this point and he would have been embarrassed beyond embarrassed if not for the way Dean groaned and looked at him. The way Dean looked at him, like he was hot as hell, made his cock twitch that much more. No, Eric had wanted to force him. Dean was just…excited.

When Dean's hand curled around his shaft Sam moaned. He wanted to make Dean feel good too, but…no, he wasn't ready to touch Dean like that yet. He just wasn't comfortable with that idea. Would rubbing Dean through his jeans, would that be too teasing?

His eyes went back to Dean's nipples. He could do that. He even wanted to do that. But what if Dean made him come and Dean was still dressed? Dean would be the one that was the mess. He was so confused by what he should do, what he wanted to do, and what he wasn't ready to do yet.

The way Dean looked at him and stroked him was making it hard to think. Reluctantly. Sam rested his hand over Dean's, stilling the movement along his cock.

"I can't…I can't do this for you. But I don't want to get you…uh, caught in the spray. I want…I want to suck on you, your, uh chest, like you did me. And I…I think I'd like to maybe, well," he blushed, "you know, rub you through your pants. But I can't," he shook his head. "I can't do more. Is that…is that okay? I'll try to get comfortable with the idea, I will, I promise. I'm just …just not yet." He looked at Dean both hopeful and maybe a little scared. What if Dean said no? What if Dean demanded he did it in exchange for his protection? He just needed time. He was sure he'd get there. He never expected to want to touch another guy's nipples or a guy's dick through his jeans. But wrong or right, he did. Maybe it was just Eric's words that kept coming back to him. Cock slut. He didn't want to be that. He never wanted to be that. He tried to forget he was slutting himself out to Dean for his protection, but he was beginning not to mind that, not at all. And so far he'd pretty much been on the receiving end of pleasure, something that wouldn't have happened with Eric, he was sure. But Eric thought with his wallet as readily as his dick and Sam had definitely been given a lot of financial attention. But it wasn't the same, he insisted. Not at all. He wondered suddenly if he said 'no,' if Dean would still sponsor him?

It was moot he decided because at this point, he wasn't ready to give up those kisses and those lips and that tongue. He hoped Dean said it was okay. He really did, because he really really wanted to suck on Dean's nipples. Oh yeah. Definitely fucked up. But he didn't care as he licked his lips and his gaze drifted down to Dean's chest.

When Sam’s hand covered his own, this time to stop him rather than encourage him, Dean froze and confusion mixed with worry flickered in his eyes as he caught the younger boy’s. What was wrong? Had he gone too fast? Dean wanted to kick himself a little. Thinking too much with his god damned dick again. It always got him into trouble.

Dean couldn’t deny as Sam explained to him what he was, and wasn’t, ready for that he was a little disappointed. He had really wanted to feel the younger boy’s fingers wrapped around him this time, touching him, bringing him off. But he certainly wasn’t going to force Sam to do anything he wasn’t ready for.

He couldn’t help but grin a little when Sam mentioned him getting ‘caught in the spray’, the younger boy could come like a fountain. But then again, so had Dean last time, when he’d jacked himself onto the younger boy’s stomach.

This was going to be more complicated than he thought. Dean didn’t really mind if all Sam wanted to do was rub his cock through his pants, in fact, the idea of the other boy doing that while sucking on his nipples was making his dick throb a little in impatience. On the other hand, Dean really didn’t want to spend the rest of the day with come drying in his pants.

Looking into the younger boy’s eyes, so damned unsure and hopeful at the same time, Sam suddenly looked so damned young. Dean smiled tenderly at him, cupping the younger boy’s cheek and bringing their mouths together in a slow easy kiss he hoped would wipe whatever uncertainty Sam felt from his mind.

“Of course, its ok. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want, Sam.” Dean reassured softly, giving the younger boy’s dick a gentle squeeze but he didn’t start stroking him again yet.

“How about this... I’ll suck you off first and you can come in my mouth. Then you can touch me however you like, but I’ll finish by jacking off outside... you can watch if you want. That way we don’t have to worry about clean up.” The young man suggested, lifting an eyebrow, waiting for Sam’s reply. It sounded like a pretty good plan to him.

Sam saw a range of emotions pass over Dean's face, including the hint of disappointment as he told him he just couldn't do it. But then the tenderest of smiles spread across Dean's face and he kissed Sam so gently, so lovingly it almost broke Sam's heart that he couldn't give Dean what he wanted.

Didn't have to do anything he said. He could have said no from the start and Dean would have still…he was almost embarrassed that he was glad he didn't know that. He never would have discovered the way Dean kissed, the sensitivity of his own nipples, the feel of Dean's skin under his touch, and the feel of someone else, of Dean, jacking him off. Then, really, he wasn't slutting himself out. Not if he could say no. It was his choice. Dean wasn't so much his sponsor as his…boyfriend? Okay that was just weird beyond weird. Sam never would have ever thought he'd have a boyfriend. Okay, so maybe the truth was somewhere in between. Dean was sponsoring him with the hopes of sexual favors, but…hell, that was kind of like any guy going out on a date. You take a girl out and hope that maybe she'll put out.

Dean was offering him a blow job? And to…ew…come in his mouth? Sam didn't think it would be 'ew' for him, but then, Dean had sampled their mixed come the night before and liked it. Maybe…maybe he'd have to think about at least…well, tasting it? It sounded kind of gross, but girls did it. He'd always heard the best blows were by the girls who swallowed. The thought of his dick in Dean's mouth…he wasn't quite certain, that was kinda strange. Those gentle tender kissing lips wrapped around his cock instead of the warm touch of Dean's fingers and hand. So what, he was going to turn down his first blow job because it was coming from a guy? And then he'd get to do what he wanted, play with Dean's nipples, hear him groan, make him squirm and feel him up. He wasn't really sure he would like feeling Dean up but he wanted to try.

If Dean wanted to blow him…did that make Dean a cock slut? No, he wasn't going to ask that. Maybe…maybe it didn't really mean what Eric implied. Was it really any different than giving fellagio to a girl? No. Eric was just being a hateful bastard.

"I've never had a blow job," Sam said quietly, "or seen another guy jack himself off." He nodded then. "Yeah, yeah that sounds good to me. I'm game."

He gently touched Dean's face. "Thank you. For not being mad. For not pushing. I've never even been with a girl so this is all…new." He pulled Dean into a light kiss, then smiled at him as he dropped his hand onto Dean's and encouraged him to do whatever he wanted to do however he wanted to do it.

As Dean watched Sam’s face… waiting for the younger boy to respond to his offer… he couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips. Someone else might have gotten impatient, but Dean couldn’t help but find it amusing that anyone had to think so hard on whether or not they wanted a blow job.

When Sam finally admitted that he’d never had one, Dean gave a slight nod. The younger boy had made hints about his experience, or lack thereof, but he still hadn’t known for sure. Sam had said he was a virgin, but that could mean a lot of things, and the younger boy knew how to kiss.

When Sam had said he was a virgin, he also could have just meant, as far as being with another guy. Dean had guessed, from the way Sam had reacted yesterday, that he’d never had a hand job, but he hadn’t been sure. So now he knew, it seemed like kissing, and maybe some petting, was the full extent of Sam’s experience. No hand jobs, no blow jobs, and never even with a woman?

Hmm… maybe they would have to remedy all of those things. The idea of sharing a woman with Sam was definitely a turn on. Showing the younger boy how to make love to a woman, letting Sam watch him, and then watching Sam… oh yeah… and hell, maybe if Sam saw him ‘in action’ so to speak, he’d be less nervous if they decided to go further.

Dean returned the soft kiss that Sam gave him, slowly deepening it, and letting his hand slide along the younger boy’s shaft once again at the encouragement. Oh yeah, they were definitely going to be late today. Because there was no way he was going to rush this. Did he give a shit? Not really.

He continued to stroke Sam’s dick in long lazy motions, as he broke the kiss to work his lips down over the younger boy’s jaw and throat. Trailing his tongue down along Sam’s collar bone and licking his way over the younger boy’s chest. He paused briefly to lick and suck on one of those sensitive hard nipples and then the other, then continued down.

Dean shifted in the seat so he could reach the younger boy’s lap, staring at Sam’s hard dick as his fingers coaxed a drop of precome to leak from the tip of his cock. With a moan, Dean licked away the drop greedily, letting his tongue play around the crown and slit. Swirling around and tickling underneath the sensitive head. His hand continuing to stroke up and down as he finally wrapped his lips around the head of Sam’s cock, sucking and stroking with his tongue. His fingers moving down to cup and play with the younger boy’s balls as Dean took Sam’s length entirely into his mouth with a groan of pleasure.

He was glad when Dean returned his kiss. He didn’t really think Dean was suddenly going to renege on his offer but he was in such unknown territory. He realized being sponsored sort of threw you into a full blown sexual relationship before you hardly had your first 'date.' He had 'gone out' with Eric for weeks and never suspected the spiteful cruel bastard underneath that smooth talk, and in his brief period of time with Dean, he never expected so much gentleness. Life was weird.

He moaned into Dean's mouth when Dean began stroking him again, when Dean put that little extra bit of pressure on the down stroke. The slow strokes were sweet torture as was the feel of Dean's mouth as it began to work its way down his neck and chest and when Dean reached his nipples, Sam moaned louder. That felt so amazingly good and he was disappointed Dean didn't give them more attention before moving lower.

He watched as Dean locked at his hard erect cock almost hungrily. A small little tremor shook him and he knew his cock was leaking. Suddenly he felt the moist heat and light pressure of Dean's tongue running across his tip then the pressure of Dean's tongue sliding into his slit and dance around the crown. He was moaning loudly at this point, one of his hands automatically going to Dean's head and combing through those dark locks. When Dean's lips closed around his dick, Sam thought he was going to lose it then and there. He gasped as Dean sucked on him and he felt the way Dean's tongue rolled around his shaft almost petting and stroking all by itself. Dean's touch on his balls practically had him bucking up and to have Dean's mouth taking him in in one fell swoop made his eyes all but roll back in his head.

"Oh, fuck," Sam gasped, unintentionally tightening his fingers in Dean's hair. "God, Dean, yes," he moaned. Nothing had prepared him for the reality of his cock enclosed in sweet hot, moist velvet, and feeling those lips so recently kissing him wrapped around his cock. Holy shit. He had imagined a blow job lots of times but they were like a five year old's scribble of crayon next to a Monet.

Looking down to see Dean between his legs, to actually see his cock buried in Dean's mouth drove an unexpected spike of arousal through him. "So hot, so fucking hot," Sam said in awe, and was pretty damned amazed he had any coherent thoughts at all at the moment considering he didn't think any bit of blood was reaching his brain. At least, not the upstairs brain.

If his mouth weren’t already busy Dean would have smiled. Definitely pleased with himself at the feeling of Sam’s fingers curling into his hair, not to mention the curses spilling quite fluently from the ‘innocent’ younger boy. Instead he hummed around the firm erection in his mouth, hoping to make Sam make more of those sweet pleasured gasps and moans.

Dean tightened his lips letting them slide smoothly up and down the length of Sam’s hard leaking shaft. Sucking lightly at first, not wanting to bring the younger boy off so soon, but gradually increasing the pressure. Letting his tongue flick and swirl around the head, licking away the freely dripping precome from the sensitive slit.

His fingers continued to gently caress the younger boy’s balls, rolling and squeezing them gently. Drifting a little bit behind to tenderly rub the sensitive strip of skin leading to Sam’s hole. He would have loved to let his fingers slip back even further, to play with the younger boy’s hole while he brought Sam off. But unfortunately right now he knew that would probably be too much for Sam to handle.

Dean didn’t want to do anything that might spook the younger boy. He wanted Sam to let him do this again, after all, and he wanted Sam to want more. He couldn’t push too hard too fast. No matter how much he wanted to play with that tight puckered hole, to feel Sam’s heat from the inside, and to feel those tight muscles clenching around his fingers as he came.

So instead he concentrated on giving Sam the best god damned blowjob he’d ever receive. Deep throating the younger boy as he worked him faster and harder. Swallowing and moaning around Sam’s cock, and sucking so hard on the thick hard shaft that his cheeks hollowed.

He felt it before it pierced his hearing, that deep vibration around his cock and the hum that accompanied it. Sam's free hand gripped the seat and thought pretty much left him as the waves of pleasure crashed through him.

"Jesus…Holy fuck…Oh, God…" spilled from Sam in between his groans as Dean worked expertly on his member. The sweeping lips, the swiping tongue, the gentle rolling pressure on his balls as Dean sucked and hummed. Sam practically saw stars as the older boy continued to work him. The way his cock slid deeply into Dean's mouth felt unbelievably good and Sam didn't really know what was spilling from his mouth this point, groans of pleasure or coherent words begging Dean to continue, to fuck him, to let him come, to never let him come. Hell, somebody could have probably asked for his soul at this point and he would have given it away so long as this excruciating pleasure continued. Dean's bobbing head finally became too much when accompanied by the sucking and humming and everything.

Sam began to thrust up into the mouth in jerky, barely controlled movements. He couldn't see, he couldn’t think. All he could do was feel the pressure building inside him as he felt himself just simply come undone, pumping harder and faster into the senior's mouth. He didn't want it to be over, but he felt his balls tightening. He couldn't give Dean warning beyond the 'oh, god, oh god, oh god' that spilled from his lips louder and louder until he let loose with a loud groan, burying his cock deeply in Dean's unbelievable mouth and felt his spunk pour from him. The waves of pleasure shook him to his core and he trembled as he shot more spunk down Dean's throat, moaning in sheer ecstasy.

Christ.

Dean wasn’t sure he’d ever been with anyone who was so damned responsive, so damned willing and eager. Sam’s cries and moans to what Dean was doing were making his own cock throb. He was so fucking hard in his pants he was beginning to leak, and despite his earlier wishes he might just come inside of his pants without Sam even touching him.

When the younger boy began to buck up into his mouth, Dean relaxed his throat to let Sam thrust between his lips. He felt the younger boy’s balls tightening as he palmed them in his hand, heard the desperation in Sam’s cries increase, and Dean knew that he was close. He worked the younger boy’s cock even harder and took Sam as deep as he could. He tightened his lips, refusing to let a single drop escape, when Sam finally groaned loud and exploded in his mouth.

Dean swallowed down every burst of seed as Sam pulsed over and over, determined to milk the younger boy dry. He didn’t stop sucking until he was certain that Sam had given him everything he could, finally letting the younger boy slip from his lips when his cock began to grow soft.

Panting a little, Dean sat up. Wrapping his arms around Sam and tugging the younger boy’s practically naked body close to him.

“That was fucking amazing.” Dean whispered, brushing his mouth against Sam’s.

Sam was panting so hard he was near gasping and a light sheen of sweat coated him as Dean pulled more from him than he thought he could possibly have in him. Dean's lips were firm around his cock and if even a drop of his semen slipped out he'd be shocked. The incredible feelings continued to wash through him and shook his body in small tremors. He let out with a final gasp when the older boy's mouth finally released his softening member. Dean looked a little flushed and Sam knew he had to look twice as flushed as his sponsor. He didn't complain or try to fight it as Dean pulled him into an embrace.

That was amazing for Dean? When Dean's lips brushed over his he looped his arm around the young man's neck and kissed him, his tongue swiping at Dean's lips begging for entrance. He didn't care that mouth had just sucked him off. As soon Dean's lips parted Sam's tongue was inside and tangling with Dean's. How did you say 'thank you' to having just been giving your first blow job? Kissing Dean hard and enthusiastically was the only thing he thought might come close to expressing it. He wrapped his other arm around Dean's back and pulled them tight against one another as he ran his tongue around inside Dean's mouth. The new salty taste that was there he knew had to be what his seed tasted like. It wasn't nasty and gross like he thought it surely must be but it was different and like nothing else he had ever really tasted.

When he finally had to take a breath, he broke their kiss. "That was more than just amazing," Sam said in awe. "I never knew…Jesus."

He ran his fingers down along Dean's temple to his cheek to rub his fingers lightly across Dean's lips. "I never…I never thought I'd think a guy was beaut—uh, really hot. Your eyes…I know it's probably lame, but your green eyes are just so…fuck," he said and felt a little blush color his cheeks, but didn't figure it would show through the flushed appearance he knew he probably had. "Beautiful is the only word that keeps coming up, but that's just…so chick-flick or cheesy or something. I never expected to see the things in your eyes I see, not when I first met you." He laughed softly if a bit self-consciously. "But I never expected to end up naked in your backseat getting the most amazing blow job ever from you either. It's been one really really weird week."

He ran his fingers across his tongue to wet them and then began rubbing around one of Dean's nipple with those same fingers, his gaze locked on the senior's face. "I don't think I can even come close to giving you what you just gave me but, maybe, you know, eventually I can." He began kissing his way from Dean's lips to his chin, to his neck, just like Dean had done for him, until he reached the nipple his fingers weren't at and swept his tongue over it then began swirling his tongue around it.

Dean was a little surprised when he felt the younger boy's tongue brush along his lips, seeking entrance to his mouth. Considering the disgusted face Sam had made only yesterday as he'd watched Dean lick the come from the younger boy's body. But he certainly wasn't about to complain or refuse that sweet tongue entrance, his lips parting easily to allow Sam inside. A deep approving moan slipping from his mouth into the younger boy's as Sam kissed and clung to him.

Either Sam had completely gotten over his disgust over tasting come, or Dean had melted the younger boy's brain enough with that blow job that Sam simply didn't care. He was pleased by the first idea, and very pleased by the second. Then Dean didn't really care what the reason was, as he twined his tongue with the younger boy's, feeling himself getting even harder, if it was possible with every movement of that hot eager tongue in his mouth. Just knowing that Sam was tasting himself in his mouth and practically devouring him…

He panted more than a little when their lips parted and couldn't help but grin at Sam's words and the look the younger boy was giving him. Like he was in awe. Beautiful huh? Apparently Sammy got really girly when he came his brains out, not that Dean really minded at the moment. Especially when the younger boy blushed adorably. Though he couldn't help but wonder… what the hell Sam 'saw' in his eyes… He probably didn't want to know.

"Weird huh? Don't think anyone has ever called one of my blowjob's that before." Dean joked lightly to keep himself from feeling awkward. Though he watched with rapt interest as Sam licked his fingers and moaned when those fingers then moved to his chest to play over one of his nipples. A part of him wanted to reassure the younger boy that he didn't have to 'repay' him in kind, now or later, but Dean couldn't deny that he wanted Sam to. He wanted to feel Sam's hands on him, eventually the younger boy's mouth on him, to fuck that beautiful lithe body.

So he didn't say anything, his fingers tangling in Sam's hair as the younger boy kissed his way down his body. Dean's breath hitching, his heart beating harder when that sweet tongue found one of the hard sensitive peaks on his chest.

"Fuck Sam… yes…" Dean breathed. Sweeping his hands down the younger boy's back to his flanks. Wanting, needing, him closer Dean grasped the Sam's hips and tugged the other boy to settle onto his lap. "Keep going… that's good…"

Sam remembered Eric's fingers in his hair, but Dean's touch was soothing, almost loving. He heard Dean's breath catch and was determined to hear that again and to hear Dean moan again. He doubted he would ever be able to extract the sorts of words that had spilled from him, but he'd give Dean as much pleasure as he could. And he really wanted to make Dean squirm like Dean had made him squirm. A vengeance of a sort, but not in a bad way. Maybe he just needed to prove to himself, and maybe even to the senior, that he was not inept at making out.

Blow job. The blow job probably crossed the line of making out into having sex. More or less.

When Dean's hands ran down his sides he began sucking now and again at Dean's nipple while pinching and twisting the other. He was a little surprised when Dean pulled him into his lap. He was practically naked sitting there and Dean still had his pants on and…yeah he was kinda really glad the older boy still had his pants on. He could definitely tell the senior was hard as hell. And he had done that to Dean. That idea sent a little shiver of delight through him. It was kind of odd to think that he was making another guy hard, but he had certainly twisted up Eric's balls that way too. He wasn't effeminate…was he? God he hoped not. Even if it turned out he was gay—but really, he did like girls so he guessed he was bi—he didn't want to be effeminate.

Forcing his mind to stop analyzing, he continued to work on Dean's nipple alternating between swirling his tongue around it to teasing it with the tip of his tongue to sucking on it. He finally pulled back to lock at the pert little nipple and grinned. He switched over to the other one and began working on that one just as hard, and replacing his mouth with his hand on the first one. He definitely liked the reactions and sounds he was pulling out of the senior and let his free hand drift toward Dean's groin. Rubbed lightly at first, unsure. Dean was so hard, and he didn't think Dean would really want to come in his pants but Sam just couldn't bring himself to free Dean's erection. Part of him was already embarrassed at sitting on Dean's lap and feeling it against his flesh. He slowly stroked Dean through the cloth, getting a little braver as he tried to decide if he liked doing it.

Sam was a quick learner. No doubt about that. Dean knew he probably should have felt a little embarrassed by the sounds he was making just from the feel of the younger boy’s mouth and fingers playing with his nipples. How close he was to creaming in his pants just from that… At least Sam had the excuse of inexperience. But watching the younger boy’s hot pink tongue swirling around his nipples, feeling that wet gentle sucking becoming more intense as Sam’s confidence grew was so fucking hot, who could really blame him?

Dean groaned loud, his head falling back against the seat as Sam’s mouth moved from his first nipple to the other. The younger boy’s fingers continuing to work his now highly sensitive flesh while that talented young mouth worked his other up to the exact same state.

His hands continued to roam over Sam’s hot sweat dampened skin, sweeping down along his back to the swell of his buttocks and back up to pet gently though the younger boy’s hair. Funny how it didn’t even register to Dean where the younger boy’s other hand was until Sam was already touching his cock through his pants. Dean couldn’t help the deep groan that spilled from his lips and the way his hips lifted up trying to increase the too gentle pressure.

“Oh fuck, Sam… yeah… harder, please Sam…” Dean couldn’t help but beg, even though he didn’t want to rush or push the younger boy he couldn’t help it. He needed to come so fucking bad at this point, and he was beyond caring about blowing his load inside of his pants. He was already leaking so badly it hardly mattered now anyway. Besides, now that he had Sam’s hand on his dick, even though the thick layer of cloth, the idea of coming into his own fist wasn’t nearly as appealing.

Dean wanted more and after hesitating a moment, Sam obliged. God was Dean big. Hell, he was huge. And he knew being in those pants just had to be killing Dean but…he couldn't bring himself to open up Dean's pants. So instead he did what he knew he could. He rubbed harder, wrapping his hand around as much of Dean's shaft as the pants would let him. He stroked a little faster as he intensified sucking on Dean's nipple. He nipped experimentally and liked the reaction he got. He realized he was getting off on getting Dean all hot and bothered and understood a little why Dean had gotten so off on giving him the blow job. He still wasn't sure he could ever bring himself to do that, though. Even if it wasn't all that gross tasting himself in Dean's mouth…the 'eww' factor was still too high and puking would certainly ruin the mood.

He liked the fact Dean had bucked up a bit at his initial touch. That felt … interesting, him being on Dean's lap and all. He decided to try to alternate the pressure a little. He did want to make the senior squirm some more after all. He wasn't quite prepared though when Dean bucked again when Sam lightened the pressure only to intensify it and ended up falling up against Dean, feeling Dean's hard erection pressing against him.

Dean moaned louder in approval as Sam’s hand rubbed his cock harder, the pressure both satisfying and teasing at the same time. God, what he wouldn’t give to feel the younger boy’s fingers actually wrapped around his bare cock, or that fucking amazing mouth that was still playing with his nipples. Sucking, biting, making Dean groan again and his fingers tightening a little where they came to rest on the younger boy’s hips.

The material of his underwear and pants was beginning to chafe a little at his over sensitive cock but he hardly cared at the moment. He only cared that Sam keep groping and squeezing him, quickly driving him to the edge.

When the pressure of Sam’s hand let up on his aching cock however, Dean couldn’t help the almost pained sound of complaint that spilled from his lips. He definitely couldn’t help the way his hips bucked up again, desperately seeking more pressure for his aching cock and moaning again when he got it, thrusting up again.

He wasn’t thinking about anything anymore except getting off and when Sam suddenly fell against him he couldn’t help tightening his hold on the younger boy’s hips. Keeping him there as he thrust once, twice, and finally came with a loud cry against Sam. Gasping and shuddering beneath the younger boy.

Surprised at suddenly falling forward, he was also surprised when Dean's fingers dug into his hips and he was suddenly riding Dean as Dean thrust against him. They had dry humped against each other but this was different and suddenly Dean cried out and Sam knew he'd made Dean come. He didn't know if he were embarrassed or flattered or aroused by the whole thing, it happened so fast.

And Dean was going to be stuck in wet pants all day. Ugh. Well, he could fix that. They were still reasonably close to his house and he had a pair of the dress slacks his mother hadn't hemmed up and taken in yet because his dad had gotten him the new clothes. Embarrassing as it might be, he could also offer Dean some of his own undershorts. Well, maybe he'd sneak into his parents room and get some of his dad's while Dean cleaned up. His might be a little small on Dean. Then again, maybe not. Sure, his hips were narrower than Dean's but not by much.

He could feel the wetness of Dean's pants against his bare skin and he couldn't deny that turned him on. Like it had the night before when he had arched against the older boy, rubbing their combined seed against the senior's stomach. He wasn't sure why he had wanted to do that, but it just…felt right. If he hadn't just come so hard down Dean's throat, he would be getting hard himself and he knew it. Much more of this and he probably would be anyhow.

He stopped sucking on Dean's nipple and looked up at Dean embarrassed. "Uh, guess that was a little too much? We can go back to my house. I've got a pair of slacks that'll probably fit you okay. And some, uh, dry underwear."

The continued soft suckling on his nipple drew out his pleasure. Making him shiver as his cock throbbed and pulsed again and again. Christ, but the younger boy could make him come so hard barely even trying. Dean couldn’t help continuing to rub himself against the younger boy. Even knowing that Sam could probably feel the wetness of his come soaking into his pants by this point, there was so much of it. Fuck, he was a mess.

Dean opened his eyes, looking down at Sam when the younger boy’s lips finally left his over sensitive flesh. He forced himself to relax his hold a little on the younger boy’s hips, only now realizing how tightly he’d been holding Sam. His palms gently massaging away the light marks his fingers had left.

He couldn’t help but grin a little at Sam’s words. Yeah, maybe it was a little much. Since there was no fucking way he could go to school like this now, the front of his pants sopping wet like he’d just pissed himself. Not to mention he’d smell like spunk all day long. At the same time he couldn’t really regret it.

Sam’s offer to loan him some clothes… and fresh underwear… took him a little by surprise, but there was really no other option. Dean couldn’t exactly go home and change, Bobby would be there, and he definitely didn’t want to explain why he had to change… not that the other man wouldn’t know anyway just taking one look at him. He couldn’t exactly skip school today either, he was still in the shithouse with Bobby a little from this weekend, Dean was sure. Yeah, they were already late, and would be really fucking late if they had to go back to Sam’s house so he could change, but it would be worse if they didn’t show up at all and Bobby… or Sam’s parents… got wind of it.

“Sounds like a plan.” Dean agreed with a small nod then grinned at the younger boy. He slid his hands up Sam’s back to cup the back of his neck and pulled the younger boy in for a long slow kiss. “That was so damn hot. Maybe I’ll have to show up early from now on after all.”

He kissed Dean back, still tasting the saltiness that he knew was his own seed, and still not sure whether he liked the taste or not. He liked the taste of Dean and liked Dean kissing him. The thought of getting a blow job from Dean every morning…definitely not a bad way to start the day. Eventually Dean would want more, not that Sam could blame him, but it still sort of intimidated him. He wished he knew if Dean just liked the sex and thought it was hot or if maybe…Did Dean think he was hot?

There he went again. Acting like a lovesick girl. But he really wanted Dean to think he was hot. Like he wanted to think Dean's apparent caring attitude really was caring. That he really did think Sam was as special as Dean treated him.

He was glad Dean agreed to go back to his place. It made him feel better knowing that Dean wasn't going to be all uncomfortable in his pants all day. He really hoped those pants fit Dean.

Sam broke their kiss and hugged Dean, resting his cheek against Dean's and gave a deep sigh. He wished they could stay here a little longer. He wished he could stay in Dean's protective arms a little longer. And he really wished he didn't have to go to school today.

Reluctantly Sam finally slid off of Dean's lap. Man, Dean's pants were soaked beyond soaked. He'd had that happen is school once but hadn't had the luxury of racing home to change. Talk about embarrassing. At least it had been after lunch and it was all Stacy's fault. Still, walking around the rest of the day with his books over his crotch and sitting in class with the come slowly drying, that had all been awkward and nasty.

He quickly redressed and returned to the front seat, once again tossing his street clothes into the back seat. Maybe keeping an extra set of clothes at school wasn't a bad plan. Dean had suggested making out during lunchtime.

When Dean returned to the driver's seat Sam asked the question that had been tickling his mind since he had decided Dean was kinda-sorta his boyfriend. "Do you…Am I…" Sam shook his head. "Nevermind."

God he was actually going to ask Dean if if Dean had a steady and was cheating on the steady by fucking around with Sam? No. Absolutely not….even if he wanted to know if Dean was going to be maybe be sleeping with other people while Dean was sponsoring him.

Despite how the sticky mess in his pants was beginning to grow even more uncomfortable while he sat there now that it was cooling, Dean wasn’t really in any rush for their kiss to end. Christ, he could kiss those soft sweet lips all day long… it was like he was completely addicted to Sam. His kisses, touching the younger boy, tasting him, Dean just couldn’t seem to get enough.

He didn’t know what it was about the younger boy that made him want to both protect and possess him at the same time like this. Dean had never… felt this way about anyone. Sure, he was a hunter, like Bobby, and he saved people on a regular basis, but this was different. This was… personal, even though it should only be ‘business’. He felt like… he’d do anything for Sam. The younger boy only needed to ask. Dean had a feeling, if Sam wanted to, the younger boy could wrap him around his finger without hardly trying… and that kind of scared the shit out of him.

Dean sighed a little when their lips finally parted, and though the hug Sam gave him afterwards surprised the older boy a little he didn’t complain. Even if Dean didn’t normally do ‘cuddling’ after his sexcapades, he didn’t mind it. Not if it meant he got to have Sam close to him for just a bit longer… Christ, what was wrong with him? Ok, they really really needed to get going at this point. What had been fun was slowly edging its way towards awkward…

Dean relaxed his hold on the younger boy, letting Sam slide off his lap but he couldn’t help watch the other boy adjusting his clothes back into place. That enticing body covered up again far too quickly in Dean’s opinion. Shaking his head a little Dean grabbed his own shirt and pulled it back on even though he didn’t button it up, and got out of the car. A quick glance around confirmed that no one had noticed the car parked here, or their activities. Though Dean wondered what he would have done if anyone had? It really wasn’t a very good idea to do this out in the open like this on so many levels. Letting his guard down…

He definitely needed to start thinking with his upstairs brain more when it came to Sam, damn it. This was starting to get out of hand, and they hadn’t even really done anything yet. Just some kissing and a couple messy blow/hand jobs and he was acting like it was the best sex he’d ever had or something.

Dean got back into the driver’s seat, making a face as he sat down but he didn’t bother trying to adjust his pants since there was really no point, no way he was going to get comfortable like this. Maybe he’d take a quick shower at Sam’s house. He glanced briefly at Sam at the younger boy’s almost hesitant words. But while he was a little curious what the other boy was going to ask him when Sam said ‘never mind’ Dean decided it was probably best not to ask. Instead he started the car and pulled out of the warehouse, driving back towards Sam’s house.

Sam felt a little guilty they had to go back to his place. At least there was next to no chance either of his parents would show up unless one of them got sick or something, so it should be 'safe.' Everyone who lived around them worked during the day except for that old couple a few houses up, but his parents never spoke with them. Again, safe.

It didn't take long for them to get back to Sam's house and Sam led Dean inside. "You can use my bathroom to clean up and I'll get the pants for you."

Leading Dean down the hall, he pointed to the bathroom across from his door. Crap, he'd left out a bunch of the pictures and stuff he was using to put together Dean's portfolio. They were on his desk and the door was open. Hopefully Dean wouldn't look in his room, but he didn't think Dean would be able to see the pictures from the door. As soon as Dean went into the bathroom Sam rushed into his room and gathered up the pictures and the book he was putting them in and set them on a shelf in his closet. Grabbing the pants from a hanger, he shut his closet door and took out a pair of his briefs.

He glanced around his room. It looked so bare since he had ripped down all his posters. There were still a few bits and pieces of them on his floor, though most of the scraps were in his trashcan. He still hadn't decided what he was going to put up on his walls. Maybe nothing. He knew both his parents were bothered by the fact he had ripped everything down. When his mom asked he just shrugged and said he was tired of them. He knew she knew he was lying.

He crossed the hall and knocked lightly on the door then cracked it open. Sticking his arm through the doorway with the clothes he said, "See if this pair fits."

Dean had a moment to marvel as he pulled his car back up to the curb in front of the younger boy’s home how he’d promised himself just yesterday that this was going to be the closest he’d return to Sam’s home. Now, here he was following Sam in not even a day later, of his own free will this time no less.

At least it was only for a few minutes for him to shower quick and change his clothes, and Sam’s parents weren’t there.

He followed the younger boy upstairs and nodded as Sam pointed him towards the bathroom. Dean didn’t waste time stripping down inside the bathroom. He threw his shirt over the sink to keep it dry, and wadded up his wet pants and underwear, kicking it in the corner. He’d throw his dirty clothes in his trunk so he could wash them when he got home later. At least it was his turn to do laundry. He definitely wouldn’t have wanted to explain to Bobby why one of his pair of school trousers had ended up in the laundry full of come.

Dean turned on the water and got in the shower, not even really bothering to adjust the water temperature since he was only taking about five minutes to rinse off. He was done and drying off by the time he heard Sam knock on the door and reach through the crack with the clothes.

The young man grinned, feeling a little wicked. Instead of simply taking the clothes from the younger boy, Dean opened the door. He stood there, slightly damp, with only a towel held in front of his crotch, giving Sam plenty of an eyeful.

“Thanks.” He said without any apparent modest, taking the clothes from the younger boy and dropping the towel.

Sam was startled when the door opened and Dean was standing there naked, his skin glistening here and there with droplets of water while other parts just had a light sheen. His muscles stood out, highlighted by the shadows in the furrows between the muscles. His nipples were dark pink. Fresh and faint scars were white lines on his chest. His arms were strong looking and his waist narrow. His legs looked as muscular and powerful as the rest of him. This was the first time he had a full on view of the senior. He'd seen different parts of the young man bared to him, but this was the first time it was all at once. At least Dean had the decency to keep his groin covered…

And then the towel hit the floor when Dean took the clothes from him. He couldn't do anything but gape at first then even though it was obvious Dean wanted him to see him completely naked he still felt his cheeks color. Even flaccid, Dean's cock was big and it too glistened with that light sheen of water.

He'd seen plenty of guys naked. One of the unfortunate 'joys' of gym class. But he'd never kissed any of them. None of them had jerked him off or given him a blow job. He felt his cheeks grow more flushed. It wasn't like he was a peeping tom or anything but somehow he felt like it, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He turned away hastily, knowing full well what he'd be dreaming about that night. He knew he had to be beet red, he could feel the heat practically washing over his face.

"I'll, uh, let you get dressed. Tell me if they fit okay." He took the few steps across to his room and got out of the doorway, leaning against the wall. Fuck, Dean was built was all that kept running through his mind. The fact Dean's naked body turned him on was more than a little bothersome. Probably a good thing, he tried to tell himself. He was Dean's bitch…Fuck was that senior built and fuck he was getting a hard on, unable to get the image out of his mind. He was going to be so embarrassed if he had to jack off before they left. How the hell was a guy making him so crazy and horny? He was sixteen, he told himself. He could get a hard on watching someone eat a popsicle. Fuck, was Dean built…

Dean couldn’t help but grin, more pleased with himself than he probably should be, but he couldn’t really help it. Sam was just so fucking cute.

The longer the younger boy stood there staring at him, the deeper shades of red Sam got, the more Dean grinned. It was pretty obvious, given the reaction Dean noticed when he glanced down at Sam’s crotch, that the younger boy liked what he saw. A lot. Good. Because he wanted Sam to like looking at him, like touching him, as much as he liked looking at and touching Sam.

It was kind of a shame that embarrassment finally won out and Sam turned and fled to his room. Dean would have been more than happy to give the younger boy a show. Chuckling softly, Dean set the clean clothes down on the sink, but he left the door to the bathroom open. Just in case Sam changed his mind and wanted to take a peak after all.

The underwear was obviously Sam’s, and it was a little on the tight side but not uncomfortably so. It would be better than going commando at least. Dean was a little more skeptical about the pants fitting him though. Sam might not be too much shorter than him, but he was more slender. Though the pants did seem to be a bit big for the younger boy. They were obviously hand me downs, not that Dean really cared about that. All of his uniforms were.

Though the pants did fit they too were a little tight on him, but at least not obscenely so, and it was definitely better than wearing come wet pants all day long. At least the jacket would cover his ass, not that anyone at school had dared to leer at him since his early days there. After putting on his shirt and running the towel through his damp hair one last time, Dean gathered up his dirty clothes.

Dean checked his watch. They weren’t going to make it before first period started... oh well, he’d just say he got a flat tire or something.

“Ready to go?”

Sam heard movement in the bathroom. Dean hadn't shut the door, apparently, but he was not going to look in. Dammit he was not going to look in. Dean was probably watching, waiting for Sam to stick his head out. No. He was going to just stare at the far blank wall, the curtains, the window. Anything.

He heard the zipper next and breathed a sigh of relief. The pants apparently fit. Dean was dressed. Dressed enough anyhow that Sam wasn't going to stare. He did peak out the door at that point. Dean was bent over, picking up his clothes and, god those pants were tight leaving little to the imagination. He saw Dean start to straighten and jerked back, still hiding in his room.

He heard Dean's question and bit his lip. Fuck he needed a cold shower or something. This was ridiculous.

"Uh, yeah. I just need to, uh, use the restroom when you're done," Sam said from his room, his voice cracking. How much more embarrassed could he get? He was hard enough at this point that he really needed to do something about it. He could jack off fast, he told himself, fast enough Dean wouldn't know, didn't need to know. Pretty soon though he was going to start leaking precome in his pants. Maybe he better start bringing extra underwear to school. Extra pants for that matter. When Dean said he was done, Sam stepped out of his room toward the bathroom.

Dean bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing out loud when he heard Sam’s rather strained voice float from the direction of the younger boy’s bedroom. Though Sam didn’t emerge right away and he couldn’t help but wonder if the younger boy was jerking off in there. Dean would be impressed if he was, considering other boy had already come twice this morning, the second time less than fifteen minutes ago.

Damn, to be sixteen again. Though Dean knew he wasn’t much better considering the idea that Sam might be jerking off thinking about him was making his own cock twitch a little. The idea of skipping school entirely and spending the day kissing, touching, and fucking the younger boy was definitely looking more and more tempting.

Not that he actually liked going to that fucking school anyway… and Sam didn’t seem too thrilled about going either, and who could blame him? But, then Bobby would hear that he’d missed school again, and so would Sam’s parents… yeah, that was a shit storm he’d rather avoid, since he was sure they already hated him as much as he hated them. The last thing they needed was the parental units deciding that he was too much of a ‘bad influence’ and tell Sam to stay away from him.

So as much as he might have wanted to suggest they just stay here, or to at least offer Sam help with his new problem, he did neither. He simply waited out in the hallway, leaning up against the wall. Giving the younger boy a knowing grin as Sam hurried past him into the bathroom.

“Don’t take too long. You wouldn’t want to miss your first class.” Dean told the younger boy, pitching his voice loud enough to be heard through the now closed bathroom door.

Plain as day, Dean's grin told him he knew exactly what Sam needed to do. He was glad the door was already shut behind him because dammit if he wasn't blushing again, made even worse when Dean made his comment. He dropped his pants quickly and used some lotion from the cabinet and took hold of his hard cock. It didn't take much encouragement for his cock to go from hard to rock hard. He tried to think of Stacy or Amanda, but thoughts of Dean overrode them all. Dean coming on him last night. Dean jerking him off. Dean giving him the blow job—Oh yeah that had him pumping harder, and then sucking on Dean's nipple, groping him and then feeling Dean thrust against him. Matching his memory of when Dean came was all it took and he sprayed the toilet bowl with his spunk. He tried to keep his groan quiet, as if his mother were outside his door or something, but he wasn't sure he succeeded well at all. He milked himself dry quickly, biting back his moans, and then used icy water to wipe his cock free of the lotion and washed his hands. His dick was softening enough he could stuff himself back into his pants without it being terribly uncomfortable. His pants done up he splashed cold water on his face and stared at himself in the mirror.

This was nuts. This was just fucking nuts. He had to pull himself together and stop acting like Dean was some supermodel with bobbling breasts with pink nipples (pink like Dean's) and narrow waist (like Dean's waist) and an ass to die for (…like Dean's). Dean had only been 'on the job' one day so far, and not managed to protect Sam, but Sam had been the one to walk away from the door and make himself vulnerable. Already Sam had kissed him and played with his nipples and sucked on his chest and groped the young man. And now saw him full frontal. Already he had let Dean touch his cock, jerk him off, and blow him. And he hadn't even known the senior a week yet. It was payment, he told himself. Nothing personal. Dean had said it last week. He was Sam's bodyguard, not his friend. He just wanted Sam for a good fuck when he wanted or needed it. But the gentleness he had seen in Dean's eyes…and Dean had said didn't have to do anything he didn't want to…nah, he couldn't really mean that. He was just giving Sam time to adjust to it all. To learn to be his cock slut and a place to stick his dick. Yeah. Just hang on to those thoughts.

It wasn't a crime he was enjoying the sexual attention. He just couldn't grow attached to Dean. He couldn't start thinking there was something in the relationship, no, the arrangement, that wasn't really there. The newness would wear off soon enough and with it, all the strange emotions and attractions Sam was feeling toward the senior.

He filled up a cup of water and drank it down. Okay. They had to get going. They were already way late. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door. "Okay. Ready," Sam said as nonchalantly as he could manage and headed for the front door.

Dean listened unashamedly to what was going on inside the bathroom while he waited for Sam. He didn't have his ear to the door or anything, but he didn't try to block out the sounds of slick skin on skin or the little grunts and soft moans of pleasure the younger boy was making.

Dean was actually a little disappointed that Sam was obviously trying to be so quiet about it though. Not like anyone else was here, just him, so Sam just didn't want him to hear him jerking off. Or maybe he was more disappointed that Sam hadn't asked him for a hand… though if he did there was a good chance neither of them would get out of here any time soon.

He had to admit, he was confused. Dean had just practically sucked the younger boy's brains out through his cock, all the while Sam moaning like a porn star in the back seat of his car… now Sam didn't want him to hear him beating off? And really, who the hell chose to beat off with their own hand when there was someone else, obviously willing, to do it for them? What was with the sudden modesty?

Was Sam regretting letting him do that now? Dean had been certain that the younger boy had loved every second of it but… maybe he was wrong. He had told Sam that he didn't have to do anything he didn't want. He could have just told him no, god damn it.

What had been amusing suddenly wasn't so much anymore. It was even less so when Sam finally finished in the bathroom and hurried out and past him without so much as looking at him, and Dean couldn't help but frown at the younger boy's retreating back. If he hadn't just sucked on Sam's dick he would have accused the boy of really being a chick with PMS.

Dean sighed to himself as he headed out to the car, opened the trunk and tossed his dirty clothes into the back. Then he got back into the driver's, started the car, and turned up his music, without so much as glancing at the younger boy sitting next to him. If Sam wanted to pretend that Dean hadn't sucked him off and made him come probably harder than he ever had in his life… fine. It wouldn't happen again.

Sam noticed the way Dean turned up the radio and the way he didn't look at him. Dean was angry when he cranked the radio like that, his own way of saying 'don't talk to me.' Of course, Sam wasn't supposed to anyhow. He wasn't supposed to annoy the senior. What had he done that made Dean so pissy? Because he didn't stand there and gawk at his nakedness and sinfully handsome body? Okay, he had gawked but he had retreated back to his bedroom as fast as he could gather his wits. Maybe…maybe he had screwed up. Maybe Dean expected him to make over him, make out with him.

He was just so damned confused by it all. Overwhelmed by it all. Everything was coming at him so fast, he just didn't know how to deal with it. Dean had to cut him some slack, god-dammit. He was trying. He just couldn't go from being a virgin to acting like a whore overnight. It was wrong to just completely dive into full blown sex and everything…wasn't it? …not if that's what Dean expected…but Dean said he didn't have to do anything…well fuck. Just FUCK.

He couldn't deny he had kind of hoped Dean would have offered to help him come off, but shit, if he had, it probably wouldn't have stopped there. The thought of Dean spooned up against him, jacking him off, maybe even thrusting against him…hell, he'd be getting hard again if he hadn't just come. He was too embarrassed to ask Dean to do that, though. He gave a soft sigh. He was going to have to get over it. He was developing feelings he shouldn't have. Infatuation, surely. The way Eric's money and attention had infatuated him, Dean's kissing and making out was doing the same thing. That and the care Dean had shown him when he was hurt, as if Sam meant something to him.

There he went again. Being a fucking girl about it all.

"Would you…could you pull back into the warehouse, just for a minute?" Sam asked. "Please?"

Dean had fully expected the drive to the school to be silent the whole way, so he was surprised to say the least when Sam spoke. He was even more surprised by the younger boy’s request. The warehouse? Again? What the fuck? Seriously… hadn’t the other boy come enough for one day? Or at least in one hour.

He glanced briefly over at Sam before turning his attention back to the road with a sigh and a small shake of his head. No, it probably wasn’t a good idea. At least not until he had some time to figure out just what the hell was going on between them. The mixed signals he was getting from Sam were confusing the hell out of him… or maybe they weren’t mixed at all. Maybe he was simply reading way too fucking much into it, thinking too much with his dick, or whatever.

Dean had never done anything like this before. His normal flings consisted of one night stands, and that was pretty much it. He’d never had a fuck buddy… or whatever the hell they were… And he wasn’t even sure if Sam really wanted this arrangement anymore. Maybe he’d pushed too hard and spooked the younger boy and… it was just time to back off a little.

He hadn’t even successfully protected Sam for one day yet. Sam had given him more than enough of a ‘down payment’ right? That’s all this was. Business. Just business.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. We’re already damned late as it is.” Dean finally replied matter-of-factly.

"Then five more minutes isn't going to matter," Sam said. "Please, Dean? I promise, it'll just take a minute. You don't even have to shut the car off."

Sam practically held his breath, exhaling in relief when Dean grudgingly nodded. When they reached the place, Dean pulled in to practically the same spot as before. Sam pushed the door open and walked around the front of the car to reach Dean's door. He opened it and took hold of Dean's arm and tugged.

"C'mon, get out," Sam said. He could see Dean was getting a little annoyed with him, but he didn't care. As soon as Dean was out of the car, Sam shut the door then pressed Dean up against the car. Wrapping his arms around Dean's neck, he kissed him, pushing his tongue inside Dean's mouth and stroking Dean's tongue, encouraging Dean to tangle his tongue with his own. He finally broke the intense kiss albeit reluctantly.

"I couldn't do that once we got to school," Sam explained, blushing just a little. "And I wanted to. And dude…keep the pants…you look, uhm, they fit you, uh, really nice. Really nice." He planted a final quick kiss on Dean's lips and hurried back to his side of the car.

"Well, c'mon," Sam said, smirking just a bit. "We're going to be late."

He slid into his seat and with a happy sigh, belting himself back in. Okay. He could face school now. He might be confused about a lot of things right now but, whether it was fucked up or not, he knew he liked kissing Dean. A lot.

Dean frowned at Sam’s insistence. Really… what the hell? He was really fucking tempted to just keep driving to the school anyway despite Sam’s insistence. But since he couldn’t really come up with a good reason not to do what Sam asked, especially since he really didn’t give a shit about being late and apparently neither did Sam, Dean finally nodded. It certainly had nothing to do with the way Sam said ‘Please, Dean’.

By the time Dean pulled the car back onto Neilsen street he couldn’t deny he was a little bit curious as to what Sam wanted. Though when Sam quickly got out of the car, barely giving him a chance to put the car into park first, Dean’s frown deepened a little. He couldn’t deny giving the younger boy a slightly suspicious look when Sam came around to his side of the car and started tugging on him.

But, again, he did as Sam asked. Christ, when did he become such a pushover? And soon he found himself with pressed against his own car with his arms full of Sam and the younger boy’s tongue in his mouth. Despite his earlier thoughts about backing off, he couldn’t seem to help wrapping his arms tightly around Sam. Holding the younger boy close as he returned the surprise, but very welcome, kiss.

Sam’s explanation made Dean’s lips quirk a little in spite of himself and the younger boy’s insistence that he keep the pants he was wearing made him chuckle softly. He was still smiling, even as he reluctantly released the younger boy and got back into the car. Noticing a matching all too pleased smirk on Sam’s face as well… he was so screwed.

Even as he started up the car and pulled back into the street he realized he didn’t seem to mind.

When the school came into view, Sam gave a resigned sigh. With Dean at his side though, it ought to be an okay day. He still figured he would get nailed a couple times by some of Eric's cronies, but a shove or a punch, that he could handle. Getting his ass handed to him again, no, not with Dean around. He rolled his eyes when he saw the new Ferrari with temporary tags on it. Well that didn't take long. And it was a sure bet the alarm system would be active when it was parked at the school now. Hell, the Lancasters would probably demanded security cameras put in.

Looking around he gave a soft laugh and shook his head. They already were. Didn't matter though. Sam could hack those easy, set up a loop or malfunction, then do something new and evil to the car. Dean got to have all the fun last time. Sam would probably be more subtle though he couldn't deny the thought of taking a crowbar to the new car was tempting. He'd have to figure out how to disable a car alarm. It couldn't be that hard. Until then, he'd start small. Nails in a couple of the tires would do for a start. Then do it again, but this time superglue a couple of the nuts or even just the cap to the stems for putting air into the tires. Minor inconveniences. He could use a centerpunch at the base of the window maybe. He'd have to figure out how to do damage without shattering the window. Put in the right stress in the right place and the window would maybe shatter when he hit a bad bump or even slammed the car door. Sam could practice on some of the junk cars at the salvage yard if Dean would let him. Oh yes. He could come up with lots of little annoyances to drive Eric up the wall. Eric hated it when he was having a day of little things going wrong, especially if they just seemed to be bad luck.

"They've already put in security cameras," Sam said, though he figured Dean saw them. "Least it means it'll be harder for him to do damage to your car, too."

After Dean parked, Sam shouldered his backpack and climbed out of the car. "Everyone ought to be in class. I should be able to get to my class without trouble if you want to go ahead to your class. I don't need to stop at my locker until lunchtime." He glanced over at Dean. They would need to keep their stories the same. "So, we're late because of a flat tire?" he suggested.

Dean noticed the new security cameras as well as soon as he pulled his car into the school’s parking lot. They’re appearance didn’t really surprise him. In fact, he was more surprised they hadn’t been installed sooner. But then again, Dean hadn’t even seen Eric, or his car, for the rest of last week after Sam had been beaten so badly. The bastard was probably too busy picking out his new Ferrari and trying to get him arrested for vandalism. Not that he’d have much luck considering there was no actual proof he’d done anything to the expensive piece of shit. Still, Dean was a little surprised no cops had come knocking on their door at the salvage yard to ask ‘questions’.

He honestly wasn’t really worried about Eric, or any of his posse, trying to do anything to his car in retaliation. After he had broken the little punk’s wrist just for keying up his car, Dean warned him that if he caught, or even suspected, he had done anything to his car he’d do a lot more than just break a couple of bones. Then, when the shits jumped him, he proved to them he could make good on every one of his threats.

Dean glanced at Sam. No, if any retaliation was going to happen it wouldn’t happen to his car. It would happen to Sam. Because he’d shown he cared about what happened to the younger boy. Kill two birds with one stone. Punish the younger boy for going to him for protection and not back to Eric. Punish him at the same time watching Sam get hurt all over again and not being able to stop it…

No, god damn it. It wouldn’t happen again.

Still, Dean parked his car close to one of the security cameras just in case. If something did happen to his car that made it not drivable he couldn’t just get a new one. It would take time to fix, and if he didn’t have a car, it would make it a lot harder to keep an eye on Sam if he couldn’t pick him up in the morning and take him home. Best not to risk it.

Dean frowned a little when he got out of the car and Sam told him he would be ‘fine’ walking to class on his own. This was exactly what had gotten the younger boy in trouble last time… other than the fact that Dean hadn’t gotten there in time. Sam hadn’t listened to him, thought he’d be ‘fine’ and look what happened. The older boy rounded the car and stood in front of Sam, his frown of displeasure still in place.

“What are the rules, Sam?” Dean demanded, and when the younger boy hesitated, he reminded him. “Don’t go anywhere alone. Stay in front of a teacher if I’m not around. Plain and simple, Sam. I don’t care if you need to take a piss, or get a drink, think it’s safe, or whatever. You don’t go anywhere alone. Got it?”

Dean’s expression softened a little as he brushed the back of his fingers over an almost faded bruise on Sam’s cheek.

“I don’t want to have to scrape your ass off the floor again.” He said softly, then after a moment Dean dropped his hand and nodded. “Flat tire.”

The scowl on Dean's face as he blocked Sam from walking any further on campus startled Sam. What had he done wrong? Rules? No more babbling. Stay out of my way. Don't annoy the shit out of me. Had he been babbling? He didn’t think he had. He had stayed out of his way, other than getting him to stop at the warehouse, but that wasn't really getting in his way, though maybe it did keep them from getting to school a few minutes earlier. Had he…had he done something to annoy Dean? Where had he fucked up?

Oh. That rule. Don't walk alone. He was surprised by the gentle brush of Dean's touch on his face. It was almost…caring. And his words. They sounded more concerned than he ever expected. Did he mean more to Dean than just…no. He was being stupid and girlie again. Wishful thinking. Wishful thinking? Shit, he barely knew Dean. So they'd made out. So what. Didn't mean they were boyfriends or anything. It was just…payment.

"Sorry. I just didn't want you to be any later to class than you already are. It's my fault we're so late in the first place." Sam shut up abruptly. He was starting to babble, starting to tell Dean things Dean already knew. Instead he headed off toward his class, Dean beside him. He swept his gaze around campus. It was quiet, no one was out. Like he told Dean, everyone was in class. But he wasn't about to point that out. They reached the door to his first period class.

"Thanks. I'll wait in the classroom until you come in to get me," Sam promised. He opened the door and the teacher looked over at him.

"Sorry, sir. We had a flat tire."

The teacher gave a curt nod and waved Sam to take a seat, then continued his lecture.

Dean’s frown didn’t really leave his face even as he followed the younger boy through the campus to Sam’s first class. Sam just didn’t seem to get it. He didn’t give a damn about being late for class. If he had, he never would have stopped at the warehouse to begin with. He certainly wasn’t going to risk anything happening to Sam when he was not around just to save a few extra minutes. Being a few minutes later certainly wasn’t going to matter at this point anyway, as Sam had pointed out before.

Yeah, maybe Sam would have been just fine walking on his own. The campus and the halls were pretty much empty with all the teachers and students in the middle of first period. But he wasn’t going to take that chance. Dean remembered all too well having to carry Sam out to his car after those punks had beat the shit out of the younger boy. All because he hadn’t been there when he promised to…

If he hadn’t shown up when he did what else would they have done to the younger boy? He didn’t want to find out. So no matter how ‘safe’ it looked, he was going to make sure Sam got to and from classes in one piece. If the younger boy didn’t like it, well, tough.

Dean gave Sam a small nod, and waited out in the hall until Sam had gone inside the classroom, then made his way to his own. Even knowing that nothing could really happen to Sam in the middle of class with the teacher there he felt uneasy about leaving the younger boy. It was unfortunate they didn’t have more classes together, but that just wasn’t something he could change. The principal’s permission for him to leave class early to pick up Sam… that would have to be enough.

When Dean finally got to his own class he wasn’t surprised when the teacher gave him hell for being late and handing him lunch detention again even with his flat tire excuse. The guy was a complete asshole. He didn’t bother arguing though, knowing there was not point, and just took his seat. He hoped Sam didn’t mind having detention with him, since there was no way he was going to let the younger boy out of his sight during lunch.

There were definite looks and whispers when the teacher turned to write something on the board. Sam guessed he would have to get used to that. He wasn't sure anyone saw Dean outside the door. Maybe a few people did, though even one would be all it would take. Maybe some of the looks and whispers stemmed from his still healing bruises. It didn't matter he guessed. By lunchtime everyone would know Sam and Dean were definitely together. Speaking of lunch, he wondered if he and Dean were going off campus…to eat. Maybe he ought to cool it a little. He was the one who kept making the implied advances. He supposed he just wanted Dean to know he would meet his end of the deal but he should probably let Dean make the next advance.

He tried to pay attention to the teacher, but found his mind wandering back again and again to Dean, wondering how his class was going. Wandering back to last week when he got jumped all those different times. He was suddenly very glad he had Dean at his back. Though he really liked having Dean at his front…He rolled his eyes and slightly shook his head. Focus, dammit. He tried again to take notes and was finally beginning to figure out what the teacher was talking about when the bell rang, startling him. He stood up and pulled his back pack out from under the desk. As he was stuffing his notebook into his backpack, kids were filing passed him and he realized his stupidity a second too late. The elbow nailed his square in the back as a foot hooked around his ankle and yanked. He went sprawling forward across the seat, his backpack sliding to the floor, books falling out. He struggled up and saw Barry and Matt snickering to each other. Sam gave them an evil smile, pushing back the painful throbbing in his back.

"Glad you enjoyed it. Yours is going to hurt a lot worse," he said.

They gave him a wary if unsure look.

"Winchester," Sam said simply.

They smirked at one another. It was obvious that they didn't believe him. That was okay. They'd find out soon enough.

"Mr. Colt, are you all right?" the teacher asked coming toward him.

"I'm fine," Sam said, wincing as he knelt and gathered his spilled things. He couldn't deny he deserved getting nailed if he couldn't keep his head about him. Survival of the fittest and all that crap. Even his mom would be ashamed of him for that blunder. His dad would smack him up side the head and tell him to pay attention. And he needed to. He couldn't walk around with his head up his ass if he wanted to get through the day. Dammit, Dean was walking him to and from class. It was up to Sam to look after himself in the classroom. He should at least be able to manage that.