Dean smiled, quite pleased with himself, as he watched the affect his words had on the younger boy. The way Sam’s eyes got a kind of far away look, like he was imagining Dean doing exactly what he described, and the younger boy had already proven to have a vivid imagination. He might have just found another fetish for the boy. Talking dirty. If Dean could grin any more he’d be the Cheshire Cat.

But when the younger boy finally blinked, almost like he was coming out of a daze, and slapped his hand away, Dean couldn’t help but laugh loudly. He moved his hand off of Sam’s thigh obediently and flopped back on the couch bed, deciding not to tease Sam anymore until they could actually do more about it.

Maybe he was evil, but Sam seemed to love every minute of it.

Dean grinned up at the younger boy when Sam finally admitted maybe they could try it one day. With a few words, Sam had gone from ‘no way’ to ‘maybe’. Progress. Damn, that would be hot.

He couldn’t help being a little surprised though when Sam insisted, again, on another fetish. Dean raised an eyebrow at the boy as Sam asked him for his dirtiest secret fantasy. He couldn’t be serious... could he? Boy obviously didn’t know what he was getting into. A week ago, he’d made an ‘eww’ face when Dean had licked come off him. He’d made it again when a couple days later Dean had described rimming to him. Now Sam was begging him to describe kinky fantasies?

Boy learned fast.

Dean thought for a few moments, then gave the younger boy another smile that was way too innocent considering their conversation.

“How about this then... I wake up, and I’m already tied down with leather straps, spread eagle. You’re naked, kneeling on the bed, and ready to have your wicked way with me. You’re touching me, all over. After I’m squirming and begging, you let me suck your cock and lick your ass, just like that while I can’t move. You come down my throat, fucking my mouth, but you don’t let me come. I’m so fucking hard it hurts. Then you move down, straddling my hips as you guide me inside you. You feel so fucking good, so tight, as you ride me but you don’t let me come. Not yet. Not till I’ve made you hard again, and I watch you jack off while you move over my cock. You come all over my chest, your head thrown back, screaming my name and finally you let me come inside you.”

Sam stared wide-eyed at Dean as Dean described what he would like to do with Sam one day. Leather straps. Spread eagle. He…okay, he liked that idea. Touching Dean and making Dean squirm the way Dean did to him. Yeah, yeah that was good. Giving him a blow job and coming down his throat. It wasn't hard to imagine straddling Dean and fucking his mouth. He liked that…a lot. But licking his ass? That just sounded…how could that, well, taste good? Rim jobs and licking and it all kinda baffled Sam. He had asked Dean to make love to him, to fuck him. There had to be something to it. Sliding on to Dean's cock sounded kind of painful and riding him until he jacked off and came and then Dean…came inside him. There was a squick factor there, no denying it. On a couple different levels.

Sam licked his lips and tilted his head, studying Dean. "Explain it to me," Sam finally said. "Does it…taste good to you, the…licking and rimming? Or is it something you do only because it's supposed to feel good to me? And does…when we have sex and you…you know, push inside me. Is that something I do for you because it feels good for you, or will it feel good for me, too? Won't it hurt? I mean, you're…big. And will I feel it, when you…come…inside me? Does that feel good for me too?"

Girls were easy…but he guessed he never considered if it would hurt a girl if he pushed his dick inside her. They stretched to compensate for size, right? And it felt good for them. Was that the same thing for guys? That they would both get lots of pleasure out of it of pushing into the other? Did guys have anal sex with girls? He recalled hearing some things while he was hanging with Eric that said they did. He remembered Cody's girlfriend telling Cody she wanted him to "butt fuck" her.

He stared at Dean, almost painful curiosity in his eyes. If he was going to be in a sexual relationship, he wanted to understand and it wasn't like he could ask his dad about this. He didn't have anyone to ask but Dean.

Dean could clearly see the emotions in the younger boy’s eyes as he described in X-rated detail what he hoped to do one day with Sam. Heat and interest at first, then doubt, and maybe even a little disgust mingled with fear by the end. Not exactly the reaction the older boy had been hoping for...

Dean tried not to look disappointed, but wasn’t sure if he pulled it off or not. Then Sam was asking him to ‘explain’ it to him. Ironically enough, this was where Dean felt a bit of heat flush into his cheeks. It was one thing to admit a dirty fantasy aloud to his lover, it was another to have to give a ‘sex talk’ and explain what got him off clinically in detail.

“Well... it doesn’t taste bad. I mean, as long as you wash...” Dean blushed a bit more, yeah, awkward. “Ears taste a hell of a lot worse to be honest. I like making you feel good, I can get off on that just as much as, you know, you doing something to me.”

Dean paused for a moment, wondering exactly how he was going to explain anal sex. He didn’t want to scare Sam but he wasn’t going to lie to the younger boy either. Sam should know. Dean had found out the hard way.

“Not gonna lie to you, Sammy, the first time anal sex can hurt a bit. It can hurt a lot if its not done right, if you’re not prepped enough or if its too rough. You have to use lube and stretch the muscles with fingers first. It might still hurt a bit even after that, but that goes away pretty quick and it can feel really good for both of us. As for the... coming... part, some people like it, some don’t. Too messy I guess... gonna be messy anyway, but I can wear a condom if you want...” Dean shrugged and cleared his throat, knowing by now he was blushing way more than he wanted to admit right now.

As he listened to Dean answer his questions the very last thing he expected from the senior was to see him blushing about it. After everything he had tried to get Dean to blush and talking sex from the guy who obviously was very experienced in it made him blush? Dean was a conundrum, no doubt about that, but Sam would definitely file that tidbit of info away for future revenge.

Since he figured he would eventually want to try rimming Dean if it felt good when Dean did it to him, he was relieved to know that washing first was on the agenda. That didn't sound so bad then. It was just skin then not…nastiness.

Lubed and stretched first sounded reassuring in its own way. Okay, so it would hurt some. He figured it would hurt a lot, and he couldn't help but wonder if Dean was just saying that it didn't hurt a whole lot because he was afraid it would scare Sam. But if there was lube and stretching, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. And Dean said it would feel good pretty fast. As far as the condom went…well, if he didn't try, he wouldn't know if he liked it or not. So the first time, no condom, and he'd see how it went.

Sam was silent as he processed everything then he met Dean's gaze and gave an almost shy smile. "Okay. That helps." Smiling a little more he said, "Now I know you have a fetish about being tied up." Breaking into a big grin he added. "And I thought I was the only one that could turn so bright red. I think you're redder than that pillow."

Sam was silent for a while after he was done talking, not looking at him, and Dean wondered if he’d explained it badly. Damn it. It would suck if he’d just made Sam change his mind about wanting to have sex with him. Maybe he should apologize... and say what exactly? Sorry for freaking you out about the details of gay sex?

Then the younger boy looked at him, smiling a little, and Dean let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. As awkward as it had been, he was glad it had helped. He hoped that meant that Sam still wanted to try it eventually. When Sam teased him about having a bondage fetish, Dean rolled his eyes a little.

He’d only really mentioned that because Sam had seemed to have an interest in bondage and seeing him in leather and he’d wanted to see the younger boy’s reaction. Sam had seemed to like that idea quite a bit actually. To be honest the idea of being tied down, helpless, made Dean rather nervous. But he trusted Sam, so maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. He was willing to try it at least.

When Sam mentioned his blush however, Dean gave the younger boy a playful glare and then grinned devilishly. Reaching for and smacking Sam upside the head with the previously mentioned pillow with a laugh.

"Hey!" Sam complained when he got whacked with the pillow. Grabbing a pillow of his own he returned the favor until they were in an all out pillow fight. Neither were at their full striking potential because Sam didn't want Dean to strain his stitches and Dean was being careful not to twist to much. Even so, the muted sounds of pillows smacking flesh were coupled with loud laughter.

The fits of laughter that were suddenly muffled gave Keiko a pretty good idea of what the boys were up to. "You break anything and I'll have both your hides!" Keiko yelled down the hall.

Glancing up at hearing his mother's warning, Sam gave Dean the perfect opening and Dean practically knocked him over with the blow.

Sam glared at Dean and smacked him back. "No fair!" Sam said. "I was distracted!"

Dean laughed at the indignant squawk that Sam made when he hit the younger boy with the pillow. He was pleased, if a little surprised, when Sam retaliated with his own pillow. The other boy had been so paranoid before about him ripping out his stitches, Dean wouldn’t have been surprised if Sam had scolded him instead for being ‘childish’ or something.

He rather liked the playful mood that Sam was in, and the idea that maybe he was the cause of it. Sam had been having such a rough time of it lately, it was nice to see him smiling and laughing as they smacked each other with pillows.

Dean didn’t think he’d actually had a pillow fight before, except maybe a long time ago with his father... Dean had a brief flash of himself in Batman pajamas, jumping up and down on a bed and swinging a pillow almost as big as he was at his father’s head. A deep rich laugh, followed quickly by his own squeal and giggling as he was knocked over by another pillow.

He wasn’t even sure if it was a real memory, or only one he wished he had. He had so few memories of his family, he wasn’t even sure if any of them were real except the night of the fire. How fucked up was it the only clear memory he had of his family was of the night they were stolen from him? Dean squashed down on the intense pang of longing he felt in his chest before it could blossom into real pain. Really, he should be used to it by now.

He could tell that Sam was pulling some of his punches, so to speak, and that was fine with him. Even though he felt better he’d rather not rip out his stitches again any time soon. When Sam’s mom called from down the hall and Sam turned his head, he used the younger boy’s distraction to his advantage by aiming a well placed blow to his head nearly knocking the younger boy off the bed.

Dean laughed again as the younger boy recovered and hit him back.

“Always use an opponents distraction to your advantage.” He replied sagely, though an unexpected yawn on his part earned him a smack in the face with a pillow.

Sam readily took advantage of Dean's distraction though he knew he probably shouldn't. It was just too good to resist though. Sam smiled smugly. "You're right. Distractions are good."

He laughed at the glare Dean gave him. "Hey, I'm a fast learner, or haven't you figured that out yet?"

That Dean was worn out was pretty obvious. His eyes were beginning to losing their sparkle and he just looked tired. It was probably time for Dean to take more of his pills too. Although Dean had said he wanted to have some 'fun' after Sam's parents went to bed, Sam would be surprised if Dean didn't sleep through the night. Especially after Dean did the night time ritual of restroom, brushing his teeth, washing his face, and all that. Surely that exertion would finish him off. The big pasta meal was probably going to help Dean fall asleep and sleep soundly. He and Dean had been pretty busy, relatively speaking, since Sam got home from school and he didn't know how much Dean had slept during the day, either.

Snatching Dean's pillow from his grasp Sam's face grew more serious. "You probably ought to get some sleep. I've abused you pretty good since I got home. Let me go get Dad, so he can help you into the bathroom and you can brush your teeth and stuff. You probably ought to take another one of your pain pills, and one of your antibiotics."

Sam brushed a short lock of hair off Dean's forehead. "You want me to sleep down here with you again?"

By no means was Sam ready to go to bed, but he probably would be in an hour or two. He could wait until Dean fell asleep, then sneak off and do some work on Dean's portfolio for an hour, then join Dean for the rest of the night. He couldn't deny he liked having Dean here with him. He also couldn't deny he was looking forward to Dean being all healed up and maybe spending a night at Bobby's with Dean. He could probably convince his parents to let him stay over on a Friday night. Weeknights, probably not. Maybe by next Friday Dean's side would be healed up enough for that.

Dean glared at the younger boy’s smug look though there was no real heat in it. He certainly couldn’t disagree with Sam. The boy was a fast learner. A really fast learner. Dean supposed he just had to take the good aspect of that with the getting smacked in the face with a pillow.

When Sam grabbed the pillow he relinquished his ‘weapon’ without much fight, though he did eye the younger boy a little warily at first. He certainly wouldn’t put it past Sam to smack him with both pillows. It was something Dean would be tempted to do after all. But when Sam started getting all mother hen on him, telling him he should go to bed, it became obvious that fun time was over.

Dean huffed softly. The pillow fight hadn’t exactly been the kind of messing around he’d been hoping for tonight.

“Fine.” No, he was not pouting. Ok, maybe a little. When the younger boy offered to sleep with him again tonight though, he couldn’t stop the slight smile from pulling at his lips.

“If you want to.” He replied.

Sam grinned at him. "Yeah, I can do that. I'll go get Dad so you can brush your teeth and stuff." He lightly planted his fist in Dean's arm. "And stop your pouting. It's going on ten and you need sleep to get better. Time you get done with everything and settled into bed, it'll be ten-thirty and you'll be totally wiped. I bet by tomorrow you'll only need help getting up. If you rest."

Sam leaned in and planted a light kiss on Dean's lips then went out to get his dad. He called out before entering the living room, not wanting to catch his parents making out. When he came in, his mom definitely looked a little disheveled and for that matter, so did his dad.

"Dean's yawning and looking tired. I think he probably ought to get his teeth brushed and stuff before he falls asleep. Unless you want me to come get you at two in the morning when he decides he needs to use the restroom."

His dad kissed his mom on the cheek and pushed himself to his feet. "No, two in the morning bathroom calls are not my first choice," he said.

"Mom, is it okay if I sleep down here with Dean again? I'm just worried he'll have one of his nightmares again."

Keiko hesitated a moment then nodded. "Okay, but tomorrow night, you're back in your own bed."

Sam didn't like the hesitation and concern he had seen in his mother's eyes. Did she know there was something going on between him and Dean? That hesitation also meant she didn't approve of it. He wondered how much the age difference played into it--assuming that she suspected something in the first place. Dean and he would have to be careful it looked like. More careful, at least.

"Sam!" his father yelled at him.

"Coming!" Sam said and hurried down the hall and helped his dad get Dean up and into the bathroom. Sam had already made sure anything Dean needed was at hand for him.

Dean rolled his eyes a little at the younger boy when Sam told him to stop pouting. Sam was talking like 10 o’clock was actually late. Yeah, maybe it was, if he was five years old. Dean couldn’t even remember the last time he’d gone to bed at ten, willingly, and not because he’d been knocked out by some monster or another. Bobby was lucky if he could get him in bed before midnight on a school night, and it definitely wasn’t a school night.

The young man glared at nothing in particular as his body betrayed him by yawning again. Damn it.

Rather than waiting for Sam and his father to return, however, Dean pushed himself up and swung his legs over the side of the couch bed. He could at least handle that much on his own. The memory of how unpleasant it had been walking to the bathroom on his own this afternoon was enough to make him wait for help whether he wanted it or not.

He’d take it easy, and hopefully Sam was right and he wouldn’t be such an invalid tomorrow.

Though Dean was a little surprised when Sam’s father returned without the younger boy in tow, at first. But soon after the older man called for his son, Sam rushed in, hovering like the mother hen he’d been playing most of the night as the two helped him to his feet and to the bathroom to do his business.

"Thanks. I’ve got it." He told the two when they finally reached the bathroom, managing inside himself fairly well and shutting the door for some much needed privacy. He liked Sam a lot, but there were still some things he’d rather not share with the other boy any time soon. He could wipe his own ass, damn it.

Dean took care of business and brushed his teeth. He ran his hand over his cheek when he was done and frowned a little. He was going to have to shave tomorrow, but he didn’t really feel like doing it now. Dean briefly wondered if Sam even needed to shave yet... the thought kind of made him feel like a pervert, but he pushed it away.

Lastly Dean took the time to check his bandages while he was up. They looked fine, seemed to be healing well despite the way the previous stitches had torn the skin, and there didn’t seem to be much seepage from the stitches. That was good.

Yawning and feeling like he could fall asleep standing on his feet, damn Sam for being right, Dean finished up quickly and opened the bathroom door so he could be tucked back into bed.

The two Colts helped Dean back to bed. Once his father left, Sam settled down by Dean again and after making sure Dean had taken his pills, entwined his fingers with Dean. The movie was still playing so he put his focus on that, discreetly watching Dean. Dean probably wasn't back in bed fifteen minutes when his eyes closed and his hand became limp in Sam's. Slowly Sam crawled out of bed and turned off the TV, watching Dean to make sure he hadn't woken him. Dean shifted in his sleep, but didn't seem to actually wake up. He shut off the light and again paused to listen to see if Dean's breathing changed. When it hadn't, Sam hurried to his room. Dean should be fine for a good hour by himself. Although people could start dreaming right away, REM sleep tended to be the worst for nightmares and that was usually about ninety minutes in. So he figured he could safely spend an hour on the scrapbook, then get ready for bed and join Dean.

Keeping a close eye on the time, Sam finished up the last bit he wanted to do on that page, then brushed his teeth and returned to Dean's room. Dean's room. He liked that thought. That Dean might have a room in their house. He slid under the covers, took Dean's hand in his, and promptly fell asleep.

Dean didn’t remember falling asleep, though of course he must have because a slight jostling beside him had him waking up, blinking a little groggy at first a little confused as to where he was. Then he noticed the warm hand holding his own, and equally warm body close by and he smiled sleepily.

Sam…

The younger boy wasn’t close enough for Dean’s liking, however, so Dean scooted a little closer. Spooning up behind Sam, Dean wrapped his arms around the younger boy’s waist and pressed his nose into the other boy’s soft hair. He sighed softly, his breath ghosting over the younger boy’s ear as he enjoyed the heat of his lover’s warmth soaking into him. This was much better.

Comfortable and content, Dean let his eyes slide back closed and within minutes he was asleep again, still holding Sam’s hand.