What's for Dinner? 2/3
Chapter 2
Grinning like an idiot Nick ran the last bit, already fumbling with the key. The first thing he noticed when he entered his home was the delicious scent of tomatoes and roasting meat. Dean was cooking and that thought alone made his mouth water.
Nick went for the kitchen and sure enough he found both Winchesters busy with preparing dinner. Under Dean's watchful eye Sam was even allowed to do something important like chopping onions.
"What's for dinner?" Nick came in and greeted both of them with a kiss. Dean had to keep an eye on the pan so with him it was just a quick peck on the corner of his mouth but Sam abandoned the onions without a second thought and a second later Nick had his tongue in his mouth.
"Lasagna." Dean answered but Nick didn't pay him much attention. Sam's hands slipped down to his ass, pressing their bodies together while he caught Nick's bottom lip between his teeth and bit down gently. Just a little taste of what Nick was sure would follow later. Sam was a biter and Nick was looking forward to wear his bite marks with pride for days.
"Hey." Dean smacked his brother's ass hard enough for Sam to flinch which made him bite down harder. "Don't spoil your appetite and hand me the onions."
Sam flicked his tongue over Nick's lip, making sure he hadn't broken the skin before he let go of him and reached for the onions.
"Spoilsport." He muttered, one hand still on Nick's ass.
"You two having fun while I'm cooking for you?" Dean gestured with a spoon between Sam and Nick. "Not happening."
Being constantly on the road Dean hadn't cooked five meals in his life, however, since Nick had this place and they visited him on a regular basis, Dean had claimed the kitchen for himself for as long as they stayed. Nick was the last to complain considering the delicious treats he got out of this arrangement.
"Can I help?" Nick looked around but Dean seemed to have it covered.
Dean snagged him out of his brother's hands and even pried his eyes off the pan for a moment to kiss Nick deep and sweet.
"Missed you." Dean broke the kiss long enough to whisper those words in Nick's ear, his breath brushing over his earlobe, making him shiver. Dean cupped his head with one hand and returned to the kissing while his other one kneaded the meat of Nick's ass cheek.
Nick hummed into the kiss and his hands slipped down Dean's back. Dean had a nice ass, too.
"I'd love to watch." Sam interrupted them. "But Dean, your meat is scorching."
"My what …?" Dean sniffed and then swirled around to save the food.
Sam took the chance to come up behind Nick and sneak his arms around him with his fingers spreading over Nick's chest and belly and his chin resting on Nick's shoulder.
"Admit it, you just wanted to distract him to get me for yourself." Nick laughed when Sam kissed that spot behind his ear.
"Can you blame me?"
They stayed like this for a moment, Nick leaning into Sam's broad chest with those big hands spread over his front, holding him close.
Under their watchful eye Dean put the lasagna together and placed it in the oven. Wiping his hands with a towel he turned to his lovers.
"That'll take a while." He stepped closer, close enough for Nick to smell onions and spice on him. "Any ideas on how to kill the time?"
"Hmm, maybe." Sam answered and brushed his thumb over Nick's nipple absently.
Over Nick's shoulder the brothers kissed, Dean's cheek pressed against Nick's so he couldn't actually see them kissing but their lips met not an inch from his ear so he definitely could hear them. And he was pretty sure they only kissed this sloppy because they knew exactly how good he could hear them. The noises alone send the blood rushing to his groin.
And of course they didn't acknowledge him sandwiched between them in the slightest and they all knew what that did to him.
"That's all you got?" Dean asked while Sam mouthed his way down his throat.
Sam's hands on Nick's body shifted and were now on his shoulders, pressing down gently. Nick got the hint and sank to his knees. Above him the mouth action never stopped but from this angle Nick couldn't tell who did what anymore. It still sounded sloppy and the moans, deep and throaty and needy, spoke for themselves.
Sam was too distracted to give him farther instructions but with his face practically buried in Dean's crotch Nick got the idea. He grabbed Dean's hips to hold him steady and then pressed his face into the growing bulge behind the zipper. The denim was rough on his skin but Nick didn't care. He didn't move for a moment, just inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of Dean. His mouth watered, he wanted to taste Dean, to feel him heavy on his tongue, wanted him to use his mouth.
Nick rubbed his nose alongside the zipper, up and down in a slow motion, and was rewarded with a muffled groan from Dean.
"Want that?" Sam asked equally muffled, still busy with eating his brother alive. "His lips tight around your cock? Want him to suck you off? Want to fuck his face? Come in his mouth?"
Dean's answer was more on the guttural primeval side. His hips bucked in Nick's face and a hand landed on his head, guiding, demanding.
"C'mon." Dean gritted out.
It had been almost two weeks since their last visit and even awesome phone sex was only a poor substitute for having them both right here so Nick was equally impatient now, his own erection trapped in his suddenly too tight jeans. But that would have to wait.
Nick sat back a little bit to give himself more room but by now Dean had lost his patience and was struggling with his fly to get his cock out. When it sprung free Nick didn't touch it, he didn't wet it with his tongue or sucked at the tip like he usually did this.
He leaned in and swallowed Dean down as far as he could take him. The head bumped the back of his throat and Nick struggled to even take him deeper.
"Fuck." Dean screamed and precome flooded Nick's mouth. He didn't give Dean time to adjust and started bobbing up and down his length.
He had Dean reduced to a bubbling mess within a minute, hips snapping in uncontrolled thrusts, one hand fisted in Nick's hair and with the other one clinging to Sam like drowning man.
"Fuck, Nick. Gonna … gonna …" Dean was beyond coherent speech and Nick couldn't help but chuckle around the cock deep in his throat which didn't fail to drive him crazy. Dean loved Nick's mouth.
Nick hollowed his cheeks in the upstroke just the way he knew it would send Dean over the edge and didn't hesitate on his way down when the first spurt of come hit the back of his throat. He swallowed against it, fluttering muscles milking Dean's cock, but it was too much, too deep and Nick choked on the mess in his throat.
A spark of panic pierced through Nick's lust foggy mind and nobody was more surprised than Nick when his own orgasm ripped through him. Still choking on Dean's come Nick creamed his pants like a horny teenager high on hormones.
"Nick, hey." Suddenly Nick could breathe again and with a sigh he leaned into Sam who was now kneeling behind him. "You okay?"
Nick managed a nod without opening his eyes. Somebody wiped his lips with his thumb, getting rid of the mess of spit and come.
"Dude, did you just come untouched? From sucking me off?" Dean's tone was somewhere between amused and amazed.
Nick cracked an eye open. "What can I say? Missed you."
They chuckled at that, Sam right next to his ear, but when he spoke Sam's tone became husky dark.
"You weren't allowed to come." He said and Nick shivered at that.
"I'm sorry, sir."
"Oh, you will be."
Nick groaned and his cock gave an interested twitch. He'd just come a minute ago but he had no doubt that he would be begging to come again before his punishment was over.
Sam helped him up but that was all the gentleness he got.
"Pants down." Sam ordered in a harsh commanding tone. "Bend over the table."
Nick hurried to get in position, chest flat on the table and naked ass in the air. They twisted his arms behind his back, each of them holding one arm in place, pinning him down, which left them with one hand free to smack his ass. Nick's heart jumped in anticipation and he squirmed in their hold.
"You okay?" Dean broke the scene for a second and Nick gave him a quick nod. Since the incident with the succubus they tend to make double sure he was okay with the rough play and Nick wasn't sure if he should feel annoyed by this or not. He had his safe-word if it ever went too far.
It's only been a few months, he reminded himself. And if he was honest, he wasn't quite back to his old self again and probably never would be. He still had nightmares and panic attacks and sometimes stupid little things triggered his memories. Like the one and only time they had Chinese take-out and he had a meltdown over the chopsticks. But he was getting better.
Lost in his own thoughts Nick yelped in surprise when the first blow came down on his ass. They didn't waste much time with warming him up, today they all seemed to need it fast and dirty. Sam and Dean reddened his ass quickly with alternating hard smacks, the brothers easily falling in a rhythm.
Soon Nick squirmed in earnest in their iron grip, snot and tears running freely down his puffy face, while his rock-hard cock bounced neglected between his legs with every blow.
"I'm sorry. Please, I'm sorry." Nick slurred the words out between cries and sobs but they didn't miss a beat. Merciless the blows came down on him.
When they finally stopped Nick's mind floated in a place where the pain was only a distant thing and he sighed in content relief. Which was short-lived.
Sam adjusted his hold on him, now grabbing both his forearms with one hand while Dean let go of him, and then there was something at his hole. Before Nick's foggy mind could process that information, Sam had two fingers buried deep inside him. Nick's breath hitched at the sudden intrusion, and a distant part wondered what he was using as lube, vegetable oil?
Sam finger-fucked him in harsh movements, added a third one and was done with the prep-work.
Nick knew how Sam liked this so he forced himself to relax when he felt the blunt tip of Sam's erection at his hole. A second later Sam was buried to the hilt in him. Nick choked out a cry, it was too much, too soon. Nick loved it.
"Okay?" Sam stayed still for a second and only when Nick gave him a nod he started to move. And he went wild with that but Nick hadn't expected less. Sam was an animal in bed.
Bruising grip on his hip and arms, holding him in place, rough denim and the metal bite of the zipper against his heated ass and Sam's teeth leaving marks all over his neck, Nick could only lay there and take what Sam was dishing out. It was an exquisite mixture of pain and pleasure and Nick was close to coming untouched the second time in a row.
Then Dean grabbed his cock and gave it a stroke. Nick jolted under Sam and nearly lost it right then. Dean's hand easily matched his brother's pace, hard and brutal, and when Dean whispered "Come." in Nick's ear he just whitened out.
He came with a scream, bucking uncontrolled under Sam and taking him right with him over the edge.
For a moment they stayed like this, Sam still inside him, before Sam rolled off.
"That was good." Sam mumbled and placed a kiss at the nape of his neck. Nick nodded to that but had no intention to move any time soon. He smiled at the thought that they had a whole weekend like this ahead of them.
"Hey, Nick." Dean was back with a towel and gently cleaned him up. "You know I appreciate the view but we kinda need the table. Dinner's ready."
With a sigh Nick got up and pulled his jeans back up. Sitting wasn't exactly fun right now but the delicious aroma hitting him when Dean opened the oven let him forget the sting.
"Hope you like lasagna." Dean filled their plates and with what could only be described as a nervous smile he waited for them to take their first bite.
It was without a doubt the best lasagna Nick had ever tasted and he told Dean that which actually made him blush. However, after his third helping Nick had to call it quits.
"That was good." With a groan Nick leaned back in his chair, his belly warm and full now.
"Sam, you done?" Dean asked and shoved his plate away, patting his belly. "I'm done."
"Me too." Sam leaned back equally full. After a long content pause he asked: "You want dessert now, Dean?"
Something in the way he said that sparked Nick's interest.
"I'll clean this up first." Dean gestured around the dirty dishes. "Meanwhile you can set the table. I'll bring in the rest when I'm done here."
Chapter 3
Masterpost