Wrapped in Honey 19/49
Chapter 19
The day hadn't started like Sam had pictured it. At first it had been fun to see Dean's excitement over one little trip into town. He had even hoped that the necessary task of searching Dean for hidden messages or weapons, without the spell Dean would be able to attack Sam, would turn into something more fun. But then the teasing and the waves of arousal he got from Dean changed into something else.
When Dean stood naked in the middle of the room, stiff like a board and borderline to a panic attack Sam realized that something had gone completely wrong at some point.
Sam had followed Dean upstairs where he learned the ugly truth about the Food Market, no wonder Dean had freaked out.
However, that was only one more reason for Sam to take Dean out for pie. It broke his heart how easily Dean was willing to give up something he'd been really looking forward to. Or how surprised Dean reacted when Sam still wanted to go out even without the thorough search he'd insisted on earlier.
When they finally sat in the car a few minutes later Sam watched Dean out of the corner of his eye. Not that he feared Dean would jump out of the driving car or something. No, with a mixture of joy and guilt Sam watched the emotions flashing over Dean's face. Only now it occurred to him that Dean probably had expected to never leave Sam's place ever again. At least not alive. And if Sam was honest, he'd refused to think about that because he had to admit that it was true. He'd never intended to let Dean out again. Why he did it now he had no idea but the open smile on Dean's face was worth it.
"This is awesome." Dean proclaimed. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Sam tried to not show the stab of guilt he was feeling. He just had no idea how to get out of the situation. He needed Dean and letting him go was out of option. If somebody out of the community found out about a rogue human out there who knew too much about them, Dean was dead.
No matter if he liked it or not, they were stuck together.
"You know that the car isn't supposed to sound like this, don't you?" Dean said after a few minutes. With his head tilted like a dog listening to something he was focused on the sound of the engine.
"Sounds fine to me." Sam answered but he had to admit that he knew nothing about cars. He knew who to call if the car broke down and that was it.
"I'll take a look at it when we're back home." Dean nodded to himself and declared the car healthy enough for their little ride. To Sam the important part of that statement was that Dean for one intended to come back to Sam's place and second that he'd called that place home.
"You're the expert on this." Sam said, his voice thick with emotions.
They reached the place Sam had in mind twenty minutes later and to Sam's relief there were only a few cars in the parking lot. Looked like the breakfast rush was already over.
He parked the car but for a moment neither of them showed any intention to get out.
"You stay right at my side." Sam reminded him. "No wandering off, no talking to anybody. Okay?" He wasn't sure what he would do if Dean just got out of the car and made a break for it.
However, he didn't have to find out. Dean nodded in agreement and followed Sam inside. This was more of a diner and not a coffee shop like Dean had requested but Sam figured it didn't matter as long as Dean got out and the pie was good. And the pie was good here, he hadn't lied when he'd proclaimed it the best pie in the city.
They got a table in the far corner, away from the few other patrons.
"Coffee?" The waitress brought the menus and filled their cups.
"Thank you." Dean said politely with a challenging eye on Sam. Strictly speaking this was against the no talking rule but he didn't hurt anybody with being polite.
"We're here for the pie." Sam accepted his coffee. "What flavors do you have? Which one would you recommend?"
"Well, the apple pie is very popular." She said and then rattled off the different kinds they also had and with every word Dean's eyes got bigger and his grin wider.
"Thanks, just give as a sec to decide." Sam thanked her.
"Sure thing."
Alone again Sam breathed easier. So far Dean hadn't shown any intention to do anything else than drink a coffee and have some pie but Sam was already sweating. In the light of the day he was here with a kidnapped man who he held captive against his will. Dean had every right to try to escape or to ask for help. Dean had given his word to not try anything and Sam believed him but he still felt uneasy with the whole situation.
Dean couldn't decide between apple and pecan so Sam ordered both for him and blueberry for himself. In the end Dean ate his two slices and half of Sam's.
Sam did enjoy sitting here with Dean, he did, but somewhere along the road he'd lost his appetite.
Dean talked about Sam's car, what he thought might be wrong with it, and Sam just nodded and listened. Not that he understood a word of what Dean was saying. Either way, he might save quite some money if he let Dean take care of it now instead of waiting until it became a real problem and he would need to bring it in.
When they'd finished their pie, they leaned back, slowly sipping their coffees. By now even Sam had relaxed a bit.
Dean sat with his back to the wall which gave him a good view on the diner. Sam didn't turn his head to see what Dean was watching, he kept his eyes on Dean's face. He feared what he might read in his expression, wistfulness, sadness, but instead Dean's face was lit in genuine joy.
"Ready to go home?" Sam asked and finished his cup.
"Yeah." Dean set his cup down and grinned at him. Sam paid and a minute later they were back in the car. "Thanks, man. That was awesome."
Back home Dean went straight to his room and left the key in the lock from the outside.
"It won't take long." Sam promised when he turned the key and then sprinted to his own room to set the spell. He wanted to rush through the process but he needed to do it right so he forced himself to focus and to take his time.
The telltale orange flash wasn't even gone when he was back at Dean's door.
"Okay, you can come out." Sam said but the door didn't open like he'd expected. Instead he heard Dean's voice.
"Come in."
Not sure what to make out of this but with an uneasy feeling in his stomach Sam opened the door.
The first thing he noticed was the towel on the bed. Dean had put the covers aside and had laid out a towel instead. Then he noticed the bottle on the nightstand and only then his gaze flicked to Dean who stood a little awkward at the side.
"Dean." Sam started, searching for the words to tell him that he didn't need to thank him, but he was cut off by Dean anyway.
"You're tense like a bow string." Dean stepped closer and placed his hands on Sam's shoulders. "The whole trip, you couldn't relax for a second." His fingertips dug into the meat of Sam's neck, working on the tight muscles there. Dean stepped around him to get a better angle and now his thumbs found the knots between his shoulder blades.
"Dean, what are you doing?" Sam groaned when Dean found a tender spot. It hurt but in a good way.
"Take off your clothes and lay down." Dean purred in his ear. "I'll give you a massage."
Obediently Sam took off his shirt and kicked off his shoes but hesitated at the belt.
"All your clothes." Dean clarified, his warm hands now working their magic on Sam's bare shoulders.
"Am I getting a happy ending?" Sam teased while a small part of his brain told him to stop this. This wasn't like it was supposed to be, Dean shouldn't repay him like this. Hell, he had paid for their little trip with the car, he owed Sam nothing.
"Only if you stop thinking so much and get naked already." Dean mumbled and left a trail of kisses on his neck.
It may just be his nature but the last few hours had left Sam tense and burned out so he stopped thinking and let Dean take care of him. At least he felt Dean's arousal spiking when Sam shook off his pants and underwear.
"Just relax." Dean told him, running a hand down his back when Sam finally lay on his stomach. There was a short rustle of clothes and the sound of a bottle opening and then the mattress dipped and he felt Dean straddling his thighs. With his forehead resting on the back of his hands Sam couldn't see him but if he wasn't mistaken, Dean was naked as well.
However, Dean started chastely with kneading Sam's shoulders and then working his way down his spine. With sure hands he found every knot and kink, coaxing moans of pleasured pain from Sam while he slowly relaxed into a happy puddle.
Skipping his butt Dean worked his way down to his legs, first the right one, than the left one, massaging every muscle down to his toes.
By now Sam was on his way to dozing off with his rock hard erection trapped between him and the rough texture of the towel. The light friction kept him pleasantly aroused without the urge to do something about it.
"Turn over." Dean nudged him gently and Sam rolled over, his erection now proud and leaking on display but Dean ignored that and went to work on his arm instead. Then the other one and his chest before he traveled downwards but bypassed Sam's cock, much to his frustration but he was too comfy to protest, and put his attention to the front of his legs.
And then, finally, Dean's fingers, hand slick and warm from the oil, wrapped around his cock. In slow, even strokes he moved up and down Sam's length, thumb circling the head with every upstroke, while his other hand cradled Sam's balls.
The heat pooling in his belly deepened with each stroke, building up to a lazy orgasm. Curling his toes Sam let out a sigh and spilled his release over Dean's hand.
"You're hired as my personal masseur." Sam mumbled, already drifting off to sleep.
"What, I get paid now for my service? Awesome." Dean teased but in a low enough voice to not disturb Sam's afterglow. "We're not done yet, turn over."
Only now it occurred to Sam that Dean hadn't touched himself and so far had not gotten anything from this.
"Dean …" He started but Dean cut him off by putting his hands on Sam's butt.
"Shh." Dean made and his thumbs slipped in the cleft, brushing over his entrance. Dean was about to take care of himself so Sam just spread his legs a little wider to give Dean more room and was otherwise content with just lying there and enjoying Dean's hands on him.
He thought Dean would speed things up now but he took his sweet time, working him open with one finger at a time until he was finally up to three. Sam never needed that much preparation and with the attention Dean paid his prostate he was aching for more long before Dean was willing to put his cock in there. How Dean mustered that iron level of self-control was beyond him but Sam was in no condition to think anyway.
When Dean finally came buried deep inside him, he took Sam with him over the edge.
"What are you doing to me?" Sam mumbled into the pillow, too wrung out to move, while Dean rolled off him and stretched out next to him.
"I could ask you the same thing."
Chapter 20
Masterpost