Sam was surprised at the sudden tug but willingly entered Dean's embrace, leaning against him as strong arms wrapped around him and made him feel protected. The soft kiss had Sam wanting more, wanting to forget about the call. He listened to Dean's advice and nodded, "Yeah, it'll work--" then Dean was kissing him again, and had him smiling by the time he took one of the bags off his shoulder. "Relax... right... except when you kiss me, I'm thinking of everything but relaxing."

Before he could see Dean's reaction, Sam twisted the lock on the door and slipped out of the room. They headed down the hall, making room for some students to pass. Sam was very aware of all the looks they were earning, plus the fact that he was carrying a duffel probably said he was off for some overnight fun. He was a little self conscious maybe, but that was about it.

When they reached the car, Dean opened the trunk and Sam tossed his bag inside. He took a second look at the inside of the trunk, then pulled back so Dean shut it. "Bet you'll be glad when you don't have to drive me around," he grinned. Dean hadn't complained, and he'd offered more than once. Sam had the feeling that Dean was a hard man to push around. If he didn't want to do something, he'd probably say it straight out. So he had to trust that he hadn't put Dean too far out of the way. "My bike. Can't wait for you to see all the modifications and customizations I made. Or... maybe not," he gave a rueful smile. "Guess it might not be that exciting for others."

As Dean walked around, Sam did the same and got into the car, pulling the door shut. They talked a little about music. Sam stole a glance at Dean, then admitted he'd searched for and downloaded several versions of the song Dean had sung to him at the restaurant, on their date. "Something about it... I can't get it out of my mind. And no, it's not only because you sang it to me," he added, catching the smug grin on Dean's face and feeling his cheeks warm up. "That's just... part of it." He shrugged, it was hard to explain that feeling of de ja vu, and he wasn't about to try, he'd only make an ass of himself. But he did hope Dean would sing to him again some time. The thought gave him nice warm feelings in his stomach.

When they reached Dean's hi-rise, and turned the car over to the valet, Sam saw a dark haired woman. She reminded him of Carmilla and had him thinking about her on the way up in the elevator. He kept telling himself that Dean had acted like he didn't like her or wasn't pleased to see her, but he couldn't shake the feeling that she had been acting like she owned him. Like she was more to him than his usual one night stands. Plural. Okay, that had been a bit bitchy. But fair. Dean had definitely been ready to get busy with all the people he had up there on that balcony before Sam got there. It made Sam wonder why Dean hadn't tried to convince him to try out some sort of multiple partners deal. Because he knew that the answer would be no, maybe?

Looking guiltily at Dean, he smiled and hoped to hell his thoughts were not reflected in his eyes. They stepped out, and walked down the hall over plush carpets. They couldn't have lived in more different surroundings, Sam thought as he watched Dean open the large door. Memories of that night, the night he'd had sex for the first time, washed over him as he stepped inside. He swallowed, then blinked. "What ... you redecorated," he said, dropping the duffel bag near the bedroom door. "It's ah, nice." And yeah, now that he was here, he was feeling a little awkward.

Dean was glad to be home. With Sam. It had been interesting to see the young man in his element, meeting his ‘friends’, seeing the things that the boy had made… so much like Samuel… but this was where Sam really belonged. With him. In his bed. In his life.

Certainly the young man seemed a little out of place now, but that would pass. Dean imagined buying Sam things. Things like clothes, food, things for the shower and bath, and movies that interested the young man. He imagined all of Sam’s gadgets scattered about here and there amongst his fine art, fucking the boy to perfect exhaustion every night, and waking up every morning with Sam in his arms and it made the demon smile.

Soon, he promised himself.

“Yeah, thought it was time for a little change. Hope you like it.” He replied as he took off his jacket and threw it casually over the back of a chair. His words could have many meanings and he’d leave it up to same to decipher them. Dean glanced over at the young man standing a little awkwardly in his living room and chuckled softly.

“Don’t look so nervous, I’m not going to ravish you… yet.” The demon teased the young man, giving Sam a little wink. Dean started for his bedroom and casually waved towards his bar. “Make yourself at home. Feel free to make yourself a drink if you want.”

With that, Dean left the young man to wander and headed through his bedroom to his large adjoining bathroom. Dean was still grinning to himself as he started filling up the large Jacuzzi tub. He had promised Sam he’d help him relax, after all.

Hope you like it... it was a thing people said, there was no deeper meaning. Besides, it wasn't as if Dean would take decorating tips from him. Sam's room was positively plain when compared to this place, and even his room at home..." He pushed out all thoughts of home, that would only lead to bad places, and he was feeling too good to go there tonight.

Course the next thing Dean said had Sam's gaze flying towards him, a ready smile formed when he saw Dean's wink. "Ah... I think the ravishing happened already, no... I'm pretty sure it did," he add, knowing every movement of his body affirmed what had happened. "M'kay, you want something?" Since Dean had already disappeared into his bedroom, Sam walked to the bar and started poking around.

He found a cabinet that was cool on the inside and had a temperature gage. There were bottles of wine in it, and he pulled out a bottle of red wine. There was a lot of hard liquor too, but he didn't trust himself to mix any drinks other than maybe a Malibu coke, which was probably way too unsophisticated for Dean anyway. As he uncorked the bottle and hoped to hell he hadn't chosen one that cost a fortune, his gaze slid to the bedroom door.

Where had he gone? To slip into something more comfortable? Please don't have one of those red silk robes like Howard Hughes, please... Looking up, behind him, he grabbed two wine glasses and set them on the bar. He'd just finished pouring them when he heard the door open and looked over to see Dean padding over barefooted, shirtless and wearing those black pajama bottoms that had captured his imagination the first time he'd seen them on Dean.

Sucking in his breath, he licked his lips and couldn't help the way his eyes traveled down and up Dean's body, or the hunger in his eyes. Hunger, that really shouldn't be there. "You look..." His heart skipped a beat and gave him time to wonder if he sounded like an idiot, but the look on Dean's face was reassuring. "Amazing in those." Heat flooded his cheeks but he walked over anyway, and put his arms around Dean. "Anytime you wear them, I think you're the one who should be worried about being ravished." Quickly slanting his mouth across Dean's, he didn't give himself time to worry what the other man would think. Instead, he kissed him, dipping his tongue inside Dean's mouth and seeking Dean's as he pressed closer, his hand moving over the man's bare chest.

Based on Sam’s reaction when he’d walked into the room, practically eye fucking him, Dean was glad that he’d decided to change before returning to the young man. Dean smiled at the way Sam couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of him, not even pretending that he didn’t notice, as the other man’s gaze traveled over his entire body like caress. It was really adorable how the young man blushed even when Sam didn’t bother to hide his appreciation.

When Sam came towards him, stepping boldly into his personal space, Dean allowed his hands to settle comfortably on the other man’s waist. An amused look and a warm chuckle leaving his lips from Sam’s words before his lips were otherwise occupied, parting to allow the younger man’s tongue into his mouth.

The demon made a definite sound of approval at the feeling of Sam’s fingers moving across his chest. When their lips finally parted and there was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he spoke.

“Anytime I wear them, hmm?” Dean paused and lifted an eyebrow slightly, recalling the only other time he’d worn these particular pajamas in front of the young man. “I’ll have to make sure to wear them more often then.”

As much as Dean would have loved to strip Sam down and take him right here, he had a plan in mind so after brushing his lips once more over the young man’s the demon finally pulled away with a smile. Walking over to the two wine glasses on the bar Sam had poured, Dean took them both and handed one to Sam. He took a sip of his own and made an approving sound, his tongue flicking out briefly across his lips when he lowered the glass.

“Good choice.” Dean commented with a slight nod then picked up the bottle of wine. “I think we’ll be wanting more of this. Follow me.”

Again not waiting for Sam to reply, Dean headed back through his bedroom into the large master bathroom. The lights in the bathroom were off, but that didn’t matter because Dean had lit several lightly scented candles and set them all around the bathroom to give it a warm glow. The large Jacuzzi, more than big enough for the both of them, was full of steaming hot water which he’d added soothing bath salts and oils to and was already bubbling merrily with the jets on low. There was soft music playing, mostly instrumental, nothing that would be too girly or romantic but giving a nice atmosphere all the same.

Dean set down the bottle of wine on the side of the tub, then finished off his glass before setting it down beside the bottle before turning to Sam with a small grin. He was eager to see the young man’s reaction.

Sam's lips curved into a smile when Dean said he's have to wear the silk black pants more often. "You do that, Dean," he answered, following Dean to the bar. Dean's compliment on his wine choice had him rolling his eyes. "I'll bet I'd have had to search for hours to find something that was a 'bad choice' in there." The sight of Dean's tongue darting out to wipe lips clean of the wine made his heart do a wild tumble. Dude... just a tongue, he told himself, grabbing the wine glass and taking a drink and turned to watch Dean head back to the bedroom with the bottle and class.

"Are we... ah, watching t.v. in bed?" he asked. He liked the idea a lot. Taking one more sip, he headed after Dean but found the bedroom empty. The bathroom door was open and there was music. Now real curious, he walked in and immediately realized they were going to get into the hot tub. "Even better, much much better idea," he said, his gaze flicking to the candles. His hand went to the door frame, steadied him as the blood drained from his face.

Candles. Just candles. Don't be a freak, don't be a fucking freak.

He took a few breaths, drained the wine, then walked the rest of the way into the bathroom. It took iron will, but he forced himself to ignore the flickering flames and focused on Dean's handsome face. "You know this means you'll have to take those off," he nodded toward the pants. "Actually, can I take them off for you?" Nervous, he licked his lips and reminded himself that if he'd let Dean fuck him in front of a room full of strangers, it would be idiotic to start feeling shy now.

He set his empty glass next to Dean's then got up again and put his hand at the other man's hips, sliding the silky material down do his thighs. "You're commando," he cleared his throat and slowly peeled the pants down lower, his fingers sliding over Dean's muscular legs. He let go of the material and it pooled at Dean's feet. "I ah... I think I could get used to this view too." He was very aware of Dean's thick cock but managed to keep keep his eyes locked onto Dean's.

Dean didn’t fail to noticed the younger man’s gut reaction of fear when Sam had entered the bathroom. It was brief, and another might have missed it, but Dean was observant and if there was one thing he knew it was fear. Not just any fear, but the fear one only felt when their life was in danger. The demon certainly saw it enough in the eyes of his victims, and that’s what he saw in Sam’s. How for a moment panic filled those beautiful eyes and it seemed the boy might just run back out of the room.

Sam composed himself quickly however, though he still looked a little nervous, Dean decided to pretend he didn’t notice. Though the demon couldn’t help but be curious how the romantic setting he’d prepared had caused such a reaction. If Sam knew what he was… that was one thing. But somehow he knew it wasn’t him that Sam was afraid of.

Dean smiled at the young man when Sam offered to help him take off his pajama bottoms, and gave a slight nod as the boy stepped close to him and carefully slid them down. He couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the young man’s surprise that he was ‘commando’.

“Maybe I’ll need to dress like this more often too then.” Dean joked a little at Sam’s compliment, allowing his hands to mirror the young man’s touch on his hips. Tugging Sam a little closer Dean leaned in for a kiss, hoping to erase any lingering nervousness in the young man as he licked past his lips and allowed his tongue to play slowly in his mouth.

“I think you’re wearing too much.” Dean whispered against Sam’s lips as his hands moved up underneath the young man’s shirt, carefully tracing the muscular back.

Mouth already curved into a smile at Dean's joke, Sam readily parted his lips wider to allow Dean's tongue inside. Whether Dean realized it or not, his kisses were Sam's addiction. It was what he craved most, what he dreamed about and what he needed all too often when Dean was close. Hell, he thought he could take anything, any pain, any humiliation Dean doled out, so long as there was kissing involved. There was no other way he'd have let Dean take him in front of all those people, no way. The man knew how to use his tongue and his mouth, knew how to slowly drive Sam nuts, like he was right now with slow strokes, weaving his tongue and out of Sam's mouth. "Mmm," he moaned softly, arching toward Dean as he felt Dean search under his shirt.

"Me too," Sam agreed softly when he was allowed a moment to breathe. He started to pull his own shirt up over his head, his stomach tensing as he felt Dean's warm palms moving up his back and sides, like he was making slow love to him. Dropping it onto the table next to the wall, he closed his arms around Dean, exploring his body in the same way. His hands moved up Dean's firm thighs, to his hips and his sides, his thumbs running over perfectly chiseled abs. Swallowing, he tilted his head back slightly and meeting Dean's eyes, he dared to move his hands over Dean's ass. His touches were light, long smooth strokes carefully exploring every inch, every curve of Dean's tight buttocks. When Dean's muscles clenched under his palms, Sam's breath caught in his throat, his fingers tightening reflexively as he cupped Dean's ass. The electric thrill that through him, from his palms up along his arm sent his blood surging to his cock.

Dazed, his head swam with need. "Kiss me Dean, kiss me again," he begged, swaying closer to him, lifting his mouth up to give Dean access and whispering, "yes," as their lips met once again. He moved his mouth back and forth across Dean's, his tongue tangling and playing with Dean's. His temperature was going up by the second, and Dean's hands tugging at the waistband of his jeans drew a groan from him. He heard his button pop open, and the sound of the zipper sliding echoed around them.

His heart beat faster and faster against his chest as he felt his jeans slide down his hips and his abs pressed against Dean's, hot flesh against hot flesh. Moaning, he raised his arms and put them around Dean's shoulders, pulling Dean closer so there was hardly any room between them. His cock was straining against his jeans and Sam just wanted them off, wanted to be completely naked and in Dean's arms, wanted to be in the water and sliding against his lover. Torn between staying like this, entwined with Dean and kissing, and pulling away to get rid of his jeans, an almost desperate plea broke from his lips.

Dean followed Sam’s every movement with rapt interest as the young man stripped off his shirt and tossed it aside. The flimsy material already forgotten as it left the other man’s fingers, his eyes feasted on the expanse of flawless lightly tanned skin and toned muscles that made up the young man’s chest. Beautiful. Perfect. His…

The demon’s fingers continued to lightly trace over what was his, a signature of ownership that he would one day make permanent. Caressing up the newly exposed skin to tweak the young man’s nipples into hard nubs and smiling at the shiver of pleasure that went through Sam. He made a small groan of approval at the way Sam’s fingers explored his own body, caressing and cupping his ass.

“Anything you want… anything…” Dean’s breath ghosted against the young man’s lips before he brought their mouths together again. His hands moving down again as their tongues danced like the flickering flames all around them, hot enough to burn. His fingers slid under the waistband of the young man’s jeans, caressing the soft skin of his hips as they moved to the front. Dean made quick work of the button and zipper and he could already feel how hard, how hot, Sam was. The young man’s cock begged to be touched as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and eased them carefully down his thighs.

“Shhh… we have all night, no need to rush…” The demon whispered soothingly against the beautiful boy’s lips even as Sam pressed their bodies close, practically clinging to him as a needy pleading sound broke from his throat. Dean knew there was only one thing that would truly sooth that fire. That need.

Dean kissed along Sam’s jaw and neck, moving lower along is chest as he slowly dropped to his knees, easing the younger man’s jeans and underwear as he went. He lapped and nipped briefly at the young man’s nipples, wanting to linger but knowing a greater prize awaited him as his tongue traced down the furrows of Sam’s chiseled stomach and belly button. Sam’s cock sprang flushed, hot, and hard as he freed the young man from his jeans, pushing them down enough so Sam could step out of them.

Sam’s cock inches from his mouth, Dean looked up at the young man, his hands sliding back up the now bare thighs.

“So beautiful…” The demon whispered awe that wasn’t even faked clear in his voice as he leaned in to lap at the head of his lover’s dick. His tongue circling around the flushed tip, flicking the sensitive slit, and rubbing Sam’s cock obscenely over his lips. Dean’s eyes never leaving the young man’s as he slowly took Sam’s length into his mouth.

Sam arched back as Dean kissed his way down his throat and chest, his gut clenching when Dean dropped down to his knees in front of him. He put his hand on Dean's shoulder and stepped out of his jeans, his face flushing at the sight of his cock angling so tellingly toward Dean. His eyes almost closed at the sensations running through him as Dean's hands moved up his thighs.

Beautiful? No. What was beautiful was Dean's mouth, moving closer, making him hope and anticipate, making him burn with need. Dean didn't make him wait long, and for that, Sam was grateful. The first time Dean's tongue swept over his cock, Sam thought his knees were going to buckle. He gripped Dean's shoulders, this time with both hands, watching his lover's tongue and mouth work him, just as intently as he knew he was being watched by Dean.

It felt so good, so hot. Sam tried to learn from it, wanting to be able to return the favor, but he couldn't concentrate and the lesson was lost on him. All he knew was that he was on fire, and that he needed more, especially when Dean kept his mouth closed and dragged Sam's cock back and forth across it. "Oh God... I," his body spoke for him, his hips thrusting and nudging his cock against Dean's mouth, wanting in. "Dean..."

And then Dean was sucking hims in, and the sight of his cock disappearing into Dean's mouth had Sam tied up in knots. "Fuck." He couldn't help himself, he just couldn't, so he didn't try. Instead, he started to thrust into the silky wet heat of Dean's mouth, small movements that had his cock rubbing more firmly against Dean's tongue and the roof of his mouth, getting him the friction he so badly needed. But when Dean hollowed his cheeks in as Sam pulled back, the pleasure that speared through is body had Sam crying out.

Moving one of his hands behind Dean's head, he pulled on him, wanting him to take more of his cock, faster and harder. His other hand moved to the back of Dean's head too, and he found himself panting with pleasure as he tugged on Dean, encouraging him, practically demanding to be allowed to fuck his mouth. His knees bent, they rested against Dean's shoulders as he gave himself over to the pleasures Dean was teaching him.

Dean allowed Sam’s hard length to slide deep into his mouth without resistance, loving the slightly bitter sweet taste of Sam’s come and the feel of the young man’s pulse on his tongue. So hot. So hard. The proof of Sam’s life, his passion, his vigor, in his mouth. So perfect.

As he moaned softly around the boy’s hard cock he watched greedily as the beautiful boy’s face twisted in pleasure with every flick and press of his tongue. Hearing Sam cry out loudly as he started sucking on the hard shaft and feeling the boy’s hands move to his head to hold him in place as he started to thrust gently down his throat taking his own pleasure was pure ecstasy. Sweet innocent desire… delicious sin… the demon savored it all.

He moaned again in pleasure and approval, knowing the boy would feel the vibrations all through his cock and only enhance his pleasure. All the while he never looked away from the young man’s face. Never looking away from Sam’s eyes as his tongue slid and rubbed firmly along the vein on the underside of Sam’s cock. His cheeks hollowed, sucking hard, as the boy withdrew then relaxing once more to allow the boy back inside with a deep groan.

Giving the boy what he wished, Dean relaxed his throat and began to bob his head back and forward, his hands moving from the young man’s thighs to cup his ass. A gentle but firm squeeze of the firm round globes, tugging Sam slightly forward, all the encouragement the young man apparently needed to begin fucking his mouth in earnest.

"Oh God, oh God Dean, unh..." Words broke from Sam's lips, words he wasn't sure were completely intelligible, but he'd stopped thinking a long time ago. All that mattered right now as the sharp, relentless ache low in his belly, that need for release. Dean was letting him fuck his mouth in a way that he hadn't even through possible but wouldn't question. "Yeah... oh God... yeah..."

Gripping Dean's shoulder's harder, Sam concentrated on chasing his release. He needed it, needed it so damned bad, as bad as he'd needed Dean over the last few days when he'd had a constant hard on for the man he'd run from. God this felt perfect, Dean's mouth wrapped around his cock, tight and wet, taking it deep and sucking just right. A strong shudder passed through him. He wimpered, pleaded, then arched back, crying out as his orgasm slammed into him with unexpected intensity. His knees bucked against Dean's shoulders as his cum flooded the back of Dean's throat, Dean's hands on his ass keeping him in place and letting him rock his hips a few more times.

Gasping for air, he ran his hand through Dean's hair, stroked it lovingly, then slowly pulled out of Dean's mouth. "That was... incredible." He bent down and kissed Dean, pulling back when he tasted himself in Dean's mouth. His brows furrowed for a moment, then he leaned in again and brought his mouth over Dean's, accepting Dean's tongue into his mouth and this time enjoying the taste without analyzing it. His mouth clung to Dean's even as the other man got up, and started to back him toward he steaming jacuzzi.

When Dean broke the kiss, Sam looked behind him at the jacuzzi and then back at Dean. "Don't you want me to..." His gaze traveled down Dean's chest to his cock, then back up.

Dean’s fingers tightened on Sam’s ass when he felt the young man’s thrusts quicken, growing erratic. Feeling those firm muscles tighten and knowing his release would come soon, the demon swallowed his lover deep. Tightening his lips around the boy’s cock and sucking hard, moaning deeply when he felt the hot splash of his lover’s come hit the back of his throat. Greedily swallowing everything the beautiful boy had to offer as he supported Sam’s weight as the young man shouted and shuddered in his arms.

He finally allowed the boy’s cock to slip free of his mouth when Sam had no more to give him. Lovingly licking the boy clean the demon looked up at Sam with a fond smile at the gentle petting and praise. A pleased sound escaping his throat when Sam leaned down to kiss him. Though the young man suddenly pulling back amused him, obviously balking at the taste of come in his mouth. He was a little surprised, but not in a bad way, when Sam leaned in to kiss him again, deeper this time.

Dean moaned softly in approval as he returned the kiss and slowly rose to his feet, never breaking the press of their lips and tongues tangling slowly together. Now that the foreplay was over, Dean began leading Sam towards the waiting Jacuzzi, only finally breaking their kiss because he didn’t want to risk Sam slipping and breaking his neck.

Sam’s unfinished offer made him smile even more fondly at the young man.

“Soon.” He answered, instead taking Sam by the hand and stepping into the deep hot tub first, then helping the young man inside. With a pleasant sigh Dean slid down into the water. Making himself comfortable and then tugging a little on the young man’s hand to guide Sam down to sit in front of him, leaning back against him.

“There… that’s nice…” Dean practically purred in Sam’s ear as his arms slid around the young man, holding him and running his fingers slowly up and down the beautifully muscled chest. “Relaxed?”

The way Dean said soon had Sam's heart beating with excitement. It wasn't just a matter of returning a favor, deep down inside him, he had this need to please Dean, to not want to fail him. He wasn't sure where those feelings came from but Dean seemed to stir up so many feelings and emotions inside him, it was probably useless to try to figure out why or how. It was something he just had to accept.

He stepped into the hot tub and let Dean guide him, surprised and pleased that Dean wanted him to sit in front of him, between his legs. Leaning back, against Dean's chest, his mouth curved into a smile hearing Dean's words in his ear. "Nice, yeah, very. You make a great chair, uh huh, I'm very relaxed," he answered, turning his face toward Dean and kissing his throat as he felt Dean's hands move over him.

The hot water bubbled around them, relaxing Sam even further though he was very aware of Dean's hands stroking and exploring his body. Dropping his hands into the water, he did the same, finding Dean's legs and moving his hands up and down his thighs, loving how his muscles flexed under his palms. "If I had a hot tub with a 'Dean fixture' in it, I'd be so relaxed I'd never get any work done," he said, only half teasing. He was sure that where everyone else failed, this man could successfully distract him from school work.

They spoke in low voices, about various things, like they were chatting over coffee or something. It amused Sam, how he could appear to be so casual, but he was naked, laying against an equally naked man, and occasionally stealing a kiss between their banter. "Dean?" Once again he turned toward the man, lifting his face to see Dean's eyes. "I'm going to a wedding next weekend. You wanna... you wanna come with? It's down in San Diego in this cool little church built before California was even a state, and the reception is at a winery. Be my date," he said, not knowing where he got the courage to ask Dean.

Dean chuckled softly at the young man’s teasing that he made a great chair. The demon almost responded that Sam could sit on him any time he wanted, but decided against it. He didn’t want to ruin this moment with crude jokes. Instead he merely smiled at the soft kiss the young man pressed to his throat and allowed himself to relax with Sam in his arms.

It was indeed very nice and relaxing, just holding the young man and talking about nothing important. When was the last time he’d just talked with a mortal, not trying to seduce or offer them a deal? Actually, it had been with Sam, in the restaurant a few days ago. That had been nice too. Not quite as nice as this, but still very nice.

And then Sam asked him to be his date… to a wedding. The demon was understandably shocked. It was one thing to have a date, to meet him at Dante’s, and for Sam to come over his place where they could be alone together. It was another for the young man to want to ‘show him off’ at something respectable like a wedding. Where they would be surrounded by the young man’s friends, not mere strangers.

Perhaps even more surprising was just how much Dean wanted to go, but of course he couldn’t. Demons and churches didn’t exactly mix well after all. Especially old churches. Perhaps if it had been a newer church, where they didn’t always practice the more ‘superstitious’ cleansing rites. But an old church… chances are at one time or another all the precautions had been made in order to keep out evil. Evil like him.

“I’m sorry, Sam. I can’t. I’ll be out of town next weekend on business.” Dean replied softly, genuine regret in his voice even though his reasons were a lie. “I would have liked to be your date.”

Having seen how direct Dean could be, Sam didn't doubt his word. If he was busy with work, then he was busy. He sat up slightly and twisted toward Dean so he could really look at him as he put one arm around his shoulder. "It's okay, business first, I get that. And homework," his lips curved into a smile remembering Dean's shock at the fact he was bringing some school work over with him. "Besides, now that Drew's had a look at you he'll be pushing every good looking guy with green eyes at the party at me." He knew the face Dean was making was just to make him happy. Chuckling, he leaned in. "I don't think there are any... guys like you. I know you'll think this is crazy but I think I might have been waiting for you, except I was looking in all the wrong places." Slanting his mouth over Dean's he kissed him softly. "Libraries," he kissed him again, "schools. Science fairs. Museums," he added kissing between each word. "Who knew you'd be at the last place I'd ever look? Guess I'm lucky I let my friends force me to go to Dante's that night. Very lucky."

Closing both arms around Dean, Sam showed him how lucky he felt. He tangled his tongue with Dean's, sliding it back and forth, then mapping out every corner of his lover's mouth until he ran out of air and had to pull back. Settling back down, he dropped his head on Dean's shoulder, his face turned in so it was pressed against Dean's wet flesh. He licked Dean's throat. "You taste good wet." Yeah he knew that was silly and very unlike him, but he was feeling light hearted and being here with Dean had everything to do with it. Being away from him had been like having the lights turned off. He hadn't only been obsessed with Dean and missed him, it was more than that. He hadn't been able to enjoy anything else, like his world had gone dark. He guessed some would call him a teen age girl for going through that so he probably shouldn't give up that bit of information. But it was what it was, and he was happy now. Not always confident, not always sure he could or would ever be enough for a man like Dean. He'd deal with those insecurities later. Right now, he knew he didn't have a real claim on this man. But maybe in time, if Dean kept him around for a while.

He put his hand over Dean's, which was moving up and down his stomach and chest. Slipping his fingers through Dean's, he squeezed and made a satisfied sound. "This is nice. How often do you do this?" He raised his face, his eyes widening suddenly. "I mean go in the jacuzzi, not... I don't really wanna know... ah..." He looked away. "Can I take some of that back?"

Dean was glad that Sam didn’t appear too upset about the fact that he had to ‘work’ that weekend. It was really a shame the first time the young man asked him out on a date that it had to be on holy ground. Hopefully the next time… if there was a next time… it would be someplace the demon could actually step foot on. Not a church, or a beach, or someplace made completely out of iron. Or Sam might start to think he was simply blowing him off.

The demon snorted softly when Sam said that business, and homework, had to come first. Well, Dean supposed he couldn’t really say too much about the young man doing his homework rather than entertaining him while he was here. Though that didn’t mean that Dean couldn’t offer some distraction from time to time. All work and no play…

Dean frowned a little when Sam mentioned the possibility of his friend trying to hook the young man up with other men at the wedding party. It was really a good thing that Sam’s ‘friend’ was also responsible for Dean meeting Sam in the first place or the demon might have considered breaking something painfully inside of Drew. It was also a good thing that Sam was quick to reassure the jealous demon that he wouldn’t be looking at any possible suitors Sam might have at this party.

Perhaps he could make an appearance at the reception…

Dean chuckled softly as Sam kissed him. No, Dean definitely wasn’t one to frequent museums or libraries. Lucky… yes. Though some would certainly think otherwise.

The demon continued to gently caress the young man and moaned softly into Sam’s mouth in approval, letting the boy take the lead this time. He smiled slightly at the way the young man twined their fingers together and outright laughed as Sam stumbled over his question. Dean caught the young man’s face when Sam tried to turn away in embarrassment and turned it back towards him.

“How often do I use the hot tub? Often. How often do I do this? Never.” Dean decided he would let Sam decide whatever ‘this’ was between them on his own.

Sam's heart leaped when Dean forced him to maintain eye contact. Right now he wanted to disappear, but that was impossible. So Dean used the jacuzzi a lot, but he didn't do this ever. Okay now he did wish he had the courage to ask for a more detailed explanation. What did Dean mean he never did this? Like he'd never had sex or romanced someone in the jacuzzi, or never not had sex and just talked in the jacuzzi or... Hell, he was gonna drive himself crazy trying to figure out what Dean meant, so he decided to just accept that this was maybe a little special to Dean too. "It's okay to ignore me when I put my foot in my mouth," he said with a sheepish grin.

He settled back down, keeping their hand entwined and loving the way Dean kept stroking him. "I feel like a cat. Might start purring soon," he muttered, his eyes fluttering shut as he relaxed completely. They were quiet for a while, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. He'd maybe been a little afraid of lulls in the conversation, but it felt natural. Every once in a while, one of them would kiss the other, and that was nice... very nice. The warm water bubbled up around him and with Dean's solid body under and behind him, and Dean's arm holding him, Sam felt safe and protected, in a way that he hadn't since he'd lost his parents. Yeah, okay, this was also hella sexy, but apart from that, it felt like home, which was nuts, seeing as Dean was so different, his place, his lifestyle, everything about him was the opposite of Sam and his own family, but if he stripped away his initial fears, and closed his eyes like this, he knew he was home.

He whispered some things, then realized he was getting too comfortable and sat up slightly to get their glasses. "You've done what you said, I'm relaxed," he said, trying not to think about 'part one' of the way Dean had relaxed him. Turning his body around so he sat next to Dean, he passed him the other wine glass. "When I woke up this morning, I think it was the shittiest day of my life, okay of this year," he said. "Weird how the same day can be one of the best, huh?" He went on. "What are your best and worst days, ever?"

Dean couldn’t help but laugh at Sam’s comment and released the young man’s face, though not without giving those inviting lips a soft kiss first.

“You’re cute when you have your foot in your mouth.” The demon teased the young man good naturedly. Returning to running his fingers up and down Sam’s body languidly, re-exploring the expanse of soft flesh and hard muscle he’d come to learn so well in such a short time.

Dean chuckled in the young man’s ear, the sound suspiciously like a purr and he hoped Sam didn’t take too much notice of it. He always had to be careful not to make sounds that would sound too inhuman, but sometimes he slipped. Like now when he was relaxed and not fully concentrating on maintaining his human illusion. It just went to show how comfortable he was being “himself” in front of Sam… maybe too comfortable.

Still, he was very pleased he’d accomplished what he’d set out to do. Well, one of the things. They hadn’t quite gotten to the second half of Dean’s plan but that was all right, since he was still enjoying part one a great deal.

Smiling, Dean took the offered wine glass and took a sip from it. Though his relaxed smile vanished abruptly when Sam asked him…

His worst day… Listening to his brother Samuel’s dying screams, the stench of burnt flesh, bruising hands holding him back no matter how hard he fought to get to his brother, the agonizing grief watching his brother die and the burning hatred for the ones who’d murdered him… Dean shook himself out of the memory and gave Sam what he hoped was an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry… I… don’t think I can talk about that right now.” Dean replied. As much as he wanted to begin testing if Sam was really Samuel, testing to see how much the young man might remember if he was, that was not a memory the demon wanted to invoke. Not now at least. Dean offered the young man a more genuine smile. “The day you came here looking for your wallet. That was definitely one of the better days.”

Sam was still half laughing at the tiger sound Dean made in his ear when he saw the laughter leave Dean's eyes. A strange expression crossed the man's face just for a second before he spoke again. Had he crossed the line in asking that question, was it too personal? He sucked his breath and leaned back a little, an apology on the tip of his tongue, when Dean continued and gave him a smile.

Had something bad happened to Dean? Sam literally bit down on his tongue to prevent himself from asking about something Dean clearly didn't want to talk to him about. He'd been trying to find out a little more about Dean, what made him happy and sad, what he was really like. Maybe he could ask again once they knew each other better. Pushing those thoughts out of his mind, he smiled.

"That's on your 'good day' list, huh? Funny, it's on my 'most scared day' list." He ran his fingers through his wet hair, pushing it off his forehead and then taking another sip of his drink, before setting the glass down. "I almost died when the bartender at Dante's said you took it home and that you were within walking distance. If I hadn't needed my wallet, I'd probably never have come. You can make me so damned nervous," he admitted, touching his knee lightly to Dean's. "But not right now, now I'm totally relaxed."

Pushing away from the edge of the jacuzzi, he dropped forward on his knees and moved between Dean's thighs. His gaze swept over the face of the handsome man in front of him, and down the line of his throat and chest to the water line, and back up. Dean had his arms spread wide, on the edge of the tub, one hand closed around the wine glass. He seemed to be looking at him intently too. Sam thought he saw a challenge in Dean's eyes.

His gut tightened, his blood rushed a little faster as he watched Dean's tongue sweep across his lower lip. Putting each hand on the edge of the tub on either side of Dean's shoulders, he leaned forward, like he was doing a push up over Dean. His gaze lingered on for a moment on Dean's lips before he opened his mouth and covered Dean's with his own. His heart rammed against his chest, but Dean made it easy, so easy, kissing him back, tangling their tongues together. Sam slowly explored every velvety hot corner of Dean's mouth, moaning softly as their tongues slid together. Lifting his head slightly, he brushed his mouth over Dean's cheek, then trailed kisses down along his jaw, playfully catching his chin between his teeth for a second.

Then he started to kiss his way down Dean's throat, licking him now and again. He mouthed Dean's adam's apple and moved lower, kissing across his collarbone. When he moved loser, he pressed his cheek down over Dean's heart and could feel and hear it beating. Smiling he moved again, this time closing his mouth over Dean's nipple, sucking and tweaking it with his tongue, loving how it tightened under his tongue. As he pulled off, Dean's flesh slipped out of his mouth with a wet sound.

He looked into Dean's eyes and to him, they didn't seem so focused anymore. That encouraged him. Lowering his head again, he started to kiss his way down the center of Dean's chest, dropping one of his hands down into the water, and sliding it up and down Dean's thigh. He wondered how long he could hold his breath under water.

Dean was glad that Sam let him avoid the question. This time. He had a feeling that it would come up again sometime in the near future. If Sam was anything like Samuel, and the young man certainly was, then the boy’s curiosity simply would not let the matter rest. Dean would have to decide soon just how much to tell the young man.

But for now Sam was amusing him describing how nervous he’d been the day the young man had come to his apartment in search of his wallet. Dean was even more glad that he’d taken it with him when he left the club that night, and he would have to give the bartender an extra big tip for giving it to him. He was a little surprised when Sam admitted that he made the young man nervous. Sam certainly had never seemed that nervous around him… if you didn’t count the way the boy had run from him at Dante’s and then again the next morning after they’d fucked. Ok, so maybe he did make Sam nervous, but he was glad when Sam clarified that he wasn’t nervous now.

“That’s good.” Dean replied when Sam said he was relaxed, and lifted an eyebrow when the younger man moved in the tub to face him. He smiled a little, wondering just what the young man had planned, and a slight challenge in his eyes. One the boy seemed all too eager to take him up on as Sam moved over him and kissed him.

Dean gave a soft sound of approval as he kissed the young man back but he let Sam set the pace this time. He sighed softly, letting his head lean back against the side of the tub as the young man began to explore the rest of his face and then down his neck with his lips and tongue.

When Sam stopped to press his cheek against his chest, listening to his heart, Dean felt a swell of affection inside of him for the young man that almost scared him. It seemed somehow more intimate than anything else they’d done, even though he’d fucked the boy practically raw in a crowded club. But that was just sex, this was something different.

Sam didn’t linger long however and Dean wasn’t sure if he was grateful or disappointed when the young man moved on. His lips and tongue playing with one of his nipples and Dean let his hand drop from the side of the tub to gently run through the young man’s hair as he moaned softly in pleasure.

The boy was relentless and soon his cock was starting to take interest just from the flicking tongue and gentle suction on the sensitive bud. Once Sam had sucked that nipple to a hardened peak, the young man moved onto the other making Dean groan. His breath was definitely growing quicker and when Sam looked up at him he could see the triumph in the young man’s eyes. The boy didn’t stop at his chest however, starting to kiss his way lower and Dean couldn’t help but wonder and anticipate just how far Sam was going to go.

Still a bit surprised by how much he could affect someone as experienced as Dean, Sam smiled and was determined to follow through with this. Kissing Dean's chest above the waterline, he started to move his hands over Dean's abs, exploring every inch of him and following the lines of his muscles back and forth, each time moving lower. His hand and arm brushed against Dean's cock a few times so he was very aware of how hard the man was to be touched. Closing his hand gently around it, he jacked him slowly, learning his thickness and length and exploring the ridge of his crown with his thumb. He was learning as much as he was aiming to excite Dean, figuring out what movements seemed to work well and wondering at the fact he'd had Dean's cock buried in his ass, that they'd fit together, when he felt Dean jerk.

That brought him back to his senses. He could study Dean some other time. Nipping his chest with his teeth, Sam pressed open mouthed kisses across his chest as he started to pump Dean's fully erect cock. He squeezed and pumped until he felt Dean start to thrust, then took a deep breath and dipped his head under water.

Guiding Dean's cock to his mouth, Sam pushed its tip into his mouth and started to suck on it, harder and harder but making sure not to breath. He moved his closed fist up and down Dean's shaft, twisting his wrist, and moving it up to his mouth and back down. He wished he could see Dean's face. He wished he could hold his breath longer, but he held it as long as he could and came up for air. His hand never stopped moving, and within seconds he was back under the water, this time taking Dean's cock deeper, bouncing his head up and down harder and faster. He pumped Dean to the same rythm, hoping it felt like one long stroke after the other.

He moved his free hand closer, fingering the expanse of flesh behind Dean's balls. Lifting his face, he asked breathlessly. "Does that feel good?" Water dripped from his face and hair. He blinked, but his hands kept working Dean and he was more than prepared to go down on him again.

Dean’s fingers continued to move gently through Sam’s wet hair, sometimes dropping low enough to caress the back of the young man’s neck, while he watched his lover through hooded eyes. The light touches of Sam’s hands running over his stomach, slowly moving lower, were relaxing and teasing at the same time. It was almost like an erotic massage, and Dean liked it. He liked it very much.

The intense look of concentration in the young man’s eyes when Sam’s fingers finally curled around his erect cock made Dean smile. He watched as the boy explored his cock slowly and carefully. Sam’s fingers slowly running up and down every inch of his length teasing him harder, making him almost purr in the back of his throat. It was maddening and at the same time almost soothing.

Sam didn’t tease him for long, however, and Dean moaned softly under his breath as the young man’s hand began to pump him more purposefully. Stroking his length harder and faster, making Dean’s hips buck slightly of their own accord on every upstroke, chasing the feel of Sam’s slick palm against his sensitive flesh. His breath coming faster… and then almost stopping completely as Dean watched with wide eyes as Sam took a deep breath and slid underneath the water.

Dean groaned loudly at the first feel of Sam’s lips opening to take in the head of his cock. The gentle suction on his flesh making his fingers tighten in the young man’s hair though Dean was careful not to push down or hold Sam under the water. He didn’t want to drown the boy, after all.

But despite the fact that Sam was obviously inexperienced he more than made up for it with enthusiasm. Dean’s groans and moans becoming louder as Sam worked, gasping as Sam did when the young man came up for air, and then immediately went back under to take him back in his mouth. When Sam surfaced again, panting, Dean wondered which one of them was more out of breath.

“Hell yes.” Dean answered the young man’s question, pushing back Sam’s wet hair from his face.

"Yeah?" Sam gave Dean a brilliant smile. He could tell that Dean wasn't exaggerating, that he was making him feel as good as Dean had made him feel. Turning his face sideways, he kissed Dean's palm, rubbing his mouth against it, then took a breath and submerged his head underwater. As he took Dean's cock into his mouth, he was just that much more determined to make this special for Dean. In his mind's eye, he kept imagining the look in Dean's eyes and hearing his 'hell yes' over and over. He wanted every lick, every suck to count, to draw that kind of sound or look from his lover. Running his tongue around the head of Dean's cock, while his hand pumped up and down, he realized from Dean's reactions that he liked it when Sam concentrated on his crown, so that's what he gave him.

He felt Dean's hand tug a little on his hair, felt his legs shift or tense, and loved every reaction. He took a quick breath and moved under water again, now taking every inch of Dean's cock until it bottomed out at his throat. He started to bob his head up and down, sucking hard, moving faster and harder along Dean's shaft. He'd come up for air when he needed, but his hand never left Dean's cock, always squeezing, stroking and pumping, and then moving up and down with Sam's mouth. Dean's reactions, the sounds he caught even from underwater, made Sam go incredibly hard. This was how Dean felt, this was how bad he needed to come, this was how he was throbbing in his mouth.

As he got more wound up, he moved his free hand up and down Dean's side and abs, pressing his palm and the heel of his hand down. The way Dean tensed under his palm told him Dean was close. Though he needed more air, he forced himself to hold it and gave everything he had to his lover, sucking harder and faster, squeezing him and stroking him, moving in rhythm with Dean's hips. Come on... come, he mentally pleaded as his chest burned with the need to breath but he refused to give in, not before he got Dean off.

Sam looked so damned pleased with himself when Dean admitted just how much he liked what the young man was doing to him that the demon couldn’t help but chuckle warmly. Smiling fondly at the boy as Sam began nuzzling into his hand and Dean continued to pet the young man gently, almost as though he were trying to memorize the boy’s features through touch alone. Caressing his cheek and running his fingers lightly over those sweet sinful lips.

Sam didn’t wait long however before the young man slipped back underneath the water and Dean groaned deeply in his chest at his lover’s newfound determination. Sam was nothing if not clever, and that wicked tongue and sinful mouth soon had Dean panting once more and thrusting his hips ever so slightly into Sam’s hand and mouth.

The boy alternated between playing with just the head of his cock and taking him deeper into his mouth than Dean would have guessed Sam could given his inexperience, and Dean savored it all. Watching greedily as Sam worked on his cock, licking, sucking, playing with his shaft with such enthusiasm that Dean was tempted to hold off coming for as long as he could. He could keep himself from coming for hours if he wanted to, drawing it out, making Sam work him harder and harder until it was near painful for both of them.

Maybe he would do just that sometime in the near future, but not this time. This time Dean had mercy on them both and let Sam’s surprisingly skillful efforts push him closer and closer, until he was poised right there on the razor’s edge. Sam had been under the water for a long time now, and Dean was certain that the young man would come up for air again soon. But when he didn’t, instead working him harder and faster, and the demon realized the reason why, that Sam was waiting for him, he couldn’t stop the loud groan from breaking free from his chest. His body going ridged with tension as he came hard in his lover’s waiting mouth.

Sam didn't think he could hold his breath for even another second when Dean's body suddenly stiffened under him. Unwilling to miss what he'd worked for so hard, he stubbornly kept his lips wrapped tightly around Dean's cock until Dean jerked up and finally came. Though he couldn't swallow, the sensation of his love having come in his mouth was enough.

Pulling off, Sam lifted his head and dragged deep lungfuls of air into his burning lungs as he watched Dean through half lidded eyes. God that man was gorgeous, leaning back and looking very satisfied, his chest rising and falling like he was having trouble breathing too. The knowledge that he'd done that to Dean sent a thrill through Sam, a sense of power. Sure, logically he knew he wasn't that special, that Dean had probably had hundreds of blow jobs, but right now, he was the one responsible for Dean's state. He didn't like to fail, and he hadn't.

As soon as he had his breathing under control, Sam lunged forward, gripping the side of the jacuzzi on either side of Dean's body as he leaned over him. His gaze dropped to Dean's irresistible lips and seeing no reason to resist, he lowered his head and kissed Dean. He loved the way Dean let him slide his tongue inside and explore even though instinctively he knew Dean liked to be the one in control. That made Sam feel special. No, Dean generally had a way of making him feel that way when Sam wasn't over-thinking and and putting things into perspective.

Moving his tongue in and out of Dean's mouth, tangling it with Dean's tongue, Sam could barely think straight. The feelings that rushed through him washed everything away and made it impossible for him to try to analyze what it was about kissing like that that sent pleasure coursing through his body. His analytical mind was sometimes a curse, but this man robbed him of the ability to think. He groaned softly and kissed Dean again, loving how he tasted, how slick and warm his mouth was and how perfect this felt. So perfect that Sam hardly noticed he was rubbing his erection against Dean's thigh, that he'd straddled it and was riding it faster and faster.

When awareness hit him, he almost stopped and lifted his head and looked into Dean's eyes. "You're turning me into some sort of horny bastard," he said, his expression pained.

Sam’s face was dripping with water, wet hair falling into his face, and his mouth was dripping with come. He was flushed from lack of oxygen, panting hard for air, but looking so damned pleased with himself, and Dean wasn’t sure he’d ever seen a more beautiful sight in his whole life. The demon smiled down at the young man, stroking his lover’s hair back from his face once more, even as his own chest heaved, gasping for breath. His muscles still trembling with pleasure, as he thrust into Sam’s fingers still wrapped around his cock, letting the boy milk him for every last drop.

The young man stayed there between his legs for a long time, catching his breath, and Dean let himself admire the exquisite view. But then, without much warning, Sam was pushing himself up and over him. Practically ‘trapping’ him against the side of the tub and kissing him hard. The demon chuckled softly but parted his lips eagerly for Sam’s exploring tongue, twining his tongue with his lovers, and enjoying the taste of his own come on the young man’s lips and tongue.

Of course he felt Sam practically humping his leg, and the demon couldn’t help but smile into the kiss knowing just how worked up Sam had gotten just from sucking him off. Dean’s hands slid around the young man’s shoulders, caressing down the wet muscled back to cup and squeeze his lover’s ass. Soon he was pulling Sam’s hips forward to encourage the young man to move against him, moaning pleasure and encouragement into his lover’s mouth.

When Sam finally broke their kiss, the younger man’s soft panted words made Dean chuckle softly again.

“Is that such a bad thing?” He asked as his fingers suddenly delved between the younger man’s cheeks and easily found his lover’s twitching hole. Dean didn’t waste any time working two fingers into the younger man, thrusting them in and out of his lover’s body and playing with his prostate.

"I don't know..." Sam started answering when he jerked forward, a surprised gasp leaving him at the sudden shock of pain almost immediately followed by a shock of pleasure. He tried to catch his breath, tried to relax and was quickly rewarded as Dean's fingers moved with precision, sending more shockwaves through him. "Fuck... Dean... didn't know you could do that," he said in broken gasps, clutching Dean's shoulders and moving against him once again, rubbing his now painfully hard dick along Dean's thigh and against his hip.

He turned to the side, and caught a glimpse of them in the mirror. His cheeks burned with embarrassment as he quickly looked away. "I don't know," he repeated, moving a little more urgently now. "How will I ever get anything done if I'm just... if all I want... how am I supposed to even sleep?" He asked. Sam was half serious. The dreams had kept him awake and on edge and needy. He'd had to freaking jerk off so many times, but still he'd gotten no rest. What if being with Dean was the same?

"Oh God... like that... just like that," he demanded, not even recognizing his own voice as he pushed back against Dean's fingers. "Yeah... don't stop," he begged, closing his arms tighter around Dean's shoulders and fucking against him faster, harder, squeezing his eyes shut as his entire body tensed to breaking point. "Ungh.... Dean!" he cried out as his orgasm slammed into him with surprising force. Moaning, he slowed his movements, riding Dean at a leisurely pace as he wound down. "That's three times in one night," he whispered, feeling a little foolish for counting or stating the obvious. "Gonna... gonna have to look up the symptoms of being a sexaholic. Seriously." And he was... serious.

Dean couldn’t help but smirk a little evilly at the surprised sound of pleasure Sam made when he started to fuck the boy open with his fingers. The young man was so damned sweet. So innocent, considering his age, even while he was writhing on Dean’s lap, moaning obscenely, while Dean’s fingers worked inside of him. So sensitive. So willing to please. So delicious… and all Dean’s.

“I am very multi talented.” Dean whispered, a bit of amusement slipping into his tone in spite of himself. The boy’s obvious despair over ‘not getting anything done’ because he was too busy thinking about Dean fucking him all the time was quite flattering, though he was sure Sam would not think so. He had a feeling if he suggested to Sam to simply forget about doing other things and just let Dean fuck him all the time that probably wouldn’t go over so well, even if the boy was currently writhing on his fingers thrusting in and out of his ass.

A compromise perhaps.

“Don’t think right now. Just feel. Just enjoy it. I guarantee, you’ll sleep very good tonight.” Dean whispered softly into the boy’s ear, before licking the shell and biting it softly. Giving Sam exactly what he asked for, rubbing his prostate harder as he scissored his fingers deep inside the young man.

As much as Dean would have liked to spend the entire night fucking the boy senseless, he would make sure that Sam slept well. Even if he had to put a mild sleep spell on the boy. He wouldn’t want Sam to get it into his head that Dean was a ‘bad influence’ after all.

Soon the boy was coming apart in his arms and Dean moaned feeling the warm splash of the boy’s come against his stomach, his tight inner muscles fluttering around his fingers so damned pretty. He gave the boy’s insides a few more tender strokes before he let his fingers slip free, his hand moving to the young man’s lower back and rubbing small circles soothingly there as Sam trembled against him. A warm laugh escaped his lips at Sam’s words.

“There’s nothing wrong with enjoying sex, lover.” Dean chuckled softly, pressing a light kiss to Sam’s forehead, and running his palm languidly up and down the young man’s back. “Mmmm… I think your very relaxed now. Do you want to stay here for a little while longer, or move to the bed?”

Sam gave his own laugh, very aware he was amusing Dean but not miffed or anything. He enjoyed being stroked and touched, he'd just never known how much. His eyes drifted shut as Dean's palm moved down his back and he listened to his low, sexy voice. "Uh huh, I am relaxed," he agreed, slowly forcing his eyes open. "It's nice here. Stay just a few more minutes," he said, knowing he should pull away and sit up instead of draping himself all over Dean. But Dean didn't seem to be bothered by it so he enjoyed pressing against him and accepted the petting.

"You called me 'lover.'" The delayed realization had Sam a little stunned. "Never been called 'that' before." Well yeah, since he'd never.... Way to put his foot in his mouth again. He pushed up, giving Dean a sheepish grin and quickly reaching for the soap started making small talk. Standing up, he lathered quickly, feeling Dean's gaze on him an fighting against the instinct to quickly turn around and give Dean his back. It would be silly at this point, though Sam couldn't help the fact that the instinct was still there.

Just as he was about to sit back in the water, he caught Dean's nod toward the open shower next to the jacuzzi. Stepping up and out of the jacuzzi, he entered the shower and turned the water on, yelping as cold water hit his steaming flesh. It warmed up read fast, and all he needed was to rinse off the soap, then he stepped out or the shower and onto a towel. Grabbing one, he wrapped it around his waist and took another to dry off his chest and face. He carefully avoided looking at all the points of flames, the candles around the bathroom. "See you inside," he glanced at Dean then walked out of the bathroom.

"That was.... awesome. All of it," he called out, having more courage to do so out of Dean's sight. Within minutes, he'd brought in his duffel bag and put on some light drawstring leisure pants. He skipped the boxers, ninety percent sure that there would be morning sex, and decided against a tee shirt since he'd already seen that Dean didn't wear them to bed.

Dean made a sound of agreement. It certainly was nice, and he was going to enjoy running his hands all over the beautiful young man sitting in his lap for as long as Sam let him. Sweeping his hands slowly down the boy’s back, over his buttocks, and flanks, then back up to his shoulders. Sometimes running his fingers through Sam’s damp hair and playing with the soft strands at the base of his neck. He could have enjoyed doing this for hours.

“I did.” Dean confirmed Sam’s observation, a smile in his voice. A small sigh of regret escaping him when the young man finally moved to sit up, though at least it didn’t seem Sam was upset by his little slip of the tongue. So Dean merely smiled at the young man, enjoying the ‘show’ as he watched Sam soaping himself down. The light blush on the young man’s cheeks was positively endearing.

When Sam was finished he indicated the boy could rinse off in the shower, and grinned again at the somewhat girly yelp the young man made when he first turned on the water. Still chuckling softly Dean took up the soap himself and proceeded to wash off the evidence of their love making then stood up from the tub as well.

He gave Sam a nod and proceeded to rinse off the soap and lingering bath oils from his skin as Sam had. Finished quickly, Dean dried off and slipped his black silk pants back on before draining the tub and blowing out the candles around the room. The demon hadn’t missed how Sam had looked at them, or more correctly, not looked at them. That combined with Sam’s initial reaction to walking into the bathroom… definitely curious.

“I’m glad you liked it.” Dean said, coming to stand in the doorway of the bedroom, leaning against the frame as he watched Sam.

Shocked by Dean's voice sounding so close, Sam quickly looked over. His heart leaped up at the sight of Dean lounging against the door, shirtless and in those black silk pants. God he was handsome. No, he was more than that, he was beautiful. Sam licked his lips and couldn't stop staring, even as he backed up to the bed, and pulled the covers down. "I like..."

Running a hand through his wet hair, Sam dropped down on the edge of the bed. "Seriously, looking like that should be illegal or something. No wonder all those people were all over..." He looked down for a moment. No, he wasn't jealous, he wasn't going to be jealous. "Were like me," he said with a shrug. "You... you wanna come over and kiss me cause I could use some 'shutting up' right now." His heart banged against his chest again as he imagined Dean slowly walking over, putting one knee on the bed, then the other and crawling over him. Swinging his legs onto the bed, he moved back, his eyes never leaving Dean's.

Dean couldn’t deny he absolutely loved Sam’s reaction upon seeing him. Never mind that they’d just been sharing a bath naked together. Never mind that he’d just made Sam come his brains out. The boy was still looking at him in obvious appreciation and lust.

The demon chuckled softly, watching as Sam slowly laid down on the bed, so invitingly, and he finally stepped away from the door. Moving slowly, almost languidly, his eyes never leaving Sam’s as he approached the bed.

“I’m glad you like.” He practically purred, moving towards the foot of the bed.

It seemed like studying was no longer on Sam’s agenda. That was just fine with Dean.

Dean didn’t bother removing the silk pajama bottoms, since Sam liked them so much, as he slowly knelt at the foot of the bed. Then, much like a panther stalking its prey, Dean slowly crawled up, his eyes hungrily devouring the young man every step of the way.

His knees on either side of Sam’s hips, his hands on either side of the young man’s shoulders, Dean looked down at Sam and his lips turned up in an inviting smile.

“Want to go for four times?”

Sam held his breath the entire time Dean stalked toward him, then slowly climbed over him, though there was no touching. It was crazy that he was burning for Dean's touch all over again, though he had to admit he got a lot of pleasure out of watching Dean too. "Four time, huh?" Swallowing, he put his arms around Dean's broad shoulders and stroked his smooth back, loving how his muscles moved under his palms. "I think I could be persuaded," he said, smiling back, his gaze dropping to Dean's mouth. His own burned with anticipation as he cupped Dean's neck and pulled him down, lifting his own head and meeting Dean halfway in an hot, wet kiss that easily persuaded Sam he wanted more. More of Dean's kisses, his tantalizing smell, his touches which could be both gentle and rough at the same time. He wanted to hear Dean's moans, he loved hearing how he affected the guy. Maybe it was because he still couldn't believe it, that Dean was really this interested in him, or maybe he liked how he seemed to echo Dean's groans because his entire body would somehow react to the them. "Mmmm, yeah, more," he finally whispered, pushing his hand inside the waste band of Dean's silky pajama pants and squeezing his firm ass.

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