Wrong Guys After All? 4/6
Chapter 4
For a second Sam and Dean sat at his sides as if they had no idea of what to do next with the naked man cuffed to the headboard in their middle. The tension lay heavy in the air.
"Would you do something already?" Nick rolled his head along the headboard to look from one to the other and bucked his hips which made his erect cock bob. "Leaving a guy hanging here." He muttered.
Sam and Dean laughed, a carefree, easing the tension between them laugh.
"Thank you." Sam leaned in and whispered in his ear. Then he kissed Nick on the mouth, a bit hesitant, waiting for Nick's reaction but more confident when Nick parted his lips and deepened the kiss. He closed his eyes and let Sam claim him. Taking his time Sam tasted and explored the willing mouth. Then after one gentle bite to Nick's bottom lip Sam made his way down his throat and to his collarbone leaving a trail of wet kisses.
Over the floppy hair Nick caught Dean's eye who still sat at his side unsure on how to proceed.
"Shall we put on a good show for you to watch or do you want to join in?" Nick challenged him.
Dean considered that for a moment before he brought his face close to Nick's.
"You sure?" He asked. That close Nick felt the heat radiating from the bruises covering Dean's left side and the cut above his eye looked nasty but he tried to ignore that and looked Dean in the eye.
"Yes, I am sure." Craning his neck he brushed a kiss on Dean's lips. "Now get your pants off and don't let Sam do all the work."
"Hear that, Sammy?" Dean shook his head but stood up to get rid of his jeans.
"Bossy." Was Sam's answer around Nick's nipple. Nibbling and sucking he had gotten it erected and now he let go of the pebbled flesh with a wet pop. And then blew over it making Nick shiver. Sam repeated that one more time, getting the nipple all hot and wet before he sharply breathed over it and then turned to the other one. Nick clawed into the handcuffs, panting and twisting under Sam's attention.
"Bet you could make him come just from that." Dean had a hand in Sam's hair but his eyes were on Nick's face, taking in every nuance of his emotions and Nick let go, got himself lost in the feeling of Sam's mouth on him, simply enjoying what Sam did to him.
When Nick thought that, yes, he could come from just this, heat pooling low in his belly and his balls feeling hot and tight, Sam suddenly stopped and stood up. A disappointed groan on his lips, Nick opened his eyes in time to watch Sam getting rid of his sweatpants. His fully erected cock, head glistering with pre-come, bobbed free and in a soft curve it nearly touched his stomach.
Perfect, Nick thought and licked his lips.
"Perfect, isn't he?" Dean echoed his thought, the mine not exactly hidden behind the words. And then, finally, Dean's hands were on him. He stroke along his arms to make sure Nick was still okay with the handcuffs, Nick had no doubt, and in long strokes Dean raked over Nick's chest and abdomen. Blunt fingernails scraped over his skin with enough force to leave a mark for a second. Pushing into the touch Nick silently begged for more. Dean bypassed his straining cock and focused on the inner thighs. Nick's cock was aching for a touch, some friction, anything, but Dean never even came close to it.
Little moans and whimpers escaped Nick's lips especially when Sam joined back in leaving little bite marks all over his upper body. Like the scratches they faded away after a second but they left little sparks just this side of painful. Caught between pushing into their touches for more and shying away from the feeling of too much Nick lay there, keening and sweating and with helpless little sobs deep in his throat, and did the only thing he could do: Take it.
Dean settled between Nick's legs, callused hands and hints of fingernails all over his stomach, hips and thighs, but to Nick's frustration still not touching his cock.
Suddenly Dean grabbed his hips and yanked him down. Nick yelped in surprise but Sam was there to support his head so he didn't bang it against the headboard and to make sure he didn't strain his shoulders.
"Okay?" Sam asked and adjusted Nick's head on the pillow. Laying flat on his back now with his arms stretched out above him he couldn't see what Dean was doing down there anymore but otherwise he was okay and he gave Sam a short nod as an answer.
Dean guided him to plant his feet on the mattress and shoved a pillow under his hips leaving Nick open and completely at his mercy. He felt hands on his ass now and a thumb brushed over his hole.
"Sammy, get your ass over her, I open you both up."
With that Sam swung a leg over Nick to sit on the curve of his hipbone and then leaned forward, chest to chest his face was only inches from Nick's. Nick felt their erections trapped between their bodies, Sam hot and heavy against him, and he had to bite his lip to not come right then.
Fisting his hair with both hands Sam crushed their mouths together, sucked at his lip and tongue, muffled the whimper Nick made when a lube-cold finger pushed inside him. A second later Sam made a similar noise and Nick wondered how good Dean was at multitasking. Judging by the way he and Sam writhed on Dean's fingers a minute later, the answer to that question was pretty good.
Sam clawed into Nick's neck and bit every inch of skin he could reach and the only thing Nick could do was to turn his head to give him better access, the handcuffs and Sam's weight on top of him kept him pretty much in place.
Sam wasn't restrained in any way and he made shameless use of that fact. Rocking into Dean's fingers had the side effect of rubbing their cocks together, giving Nick the friction he was longing for.
"I'm gonna … gonna …" Nick panted and threw his head back, orgasm building deep inside him, just a little more friction, one more brush over his prostate, just … just …
Everything stopped. Dean retreated his fingers, leaving Nick clenching around emptiness, and Sam lay still on top of him, one hand between their bodies squeezing the base of Nick's cock to keep him from coming.
Nick fought against the cuffs and howled out his frustration.
"Not yet." Sam whispered in his ear with a smug grin. "I'm going to ride you while Dean fucks that sweet ass of yours." He brushed their lips together, breathing in the little cries Nick couldn't hold back. "Don't come first. Understood? Don't. Come. First."
Nick licked his lips and swallowed dryly. "Understood." He had no idea how he should manage that but he would try.
"Good boy." Sam patted his cheek and then sat up and turned around. He had to untangle their legs, Nick's left one ended up bent with his knee nearly touching the mattress and his other one was trapped between Sam and Dean. After slipping a condom on Nick Sam got in position in a slight angle and holding Nick's cock with one hand, the first real touch there and Nick had to fight to not lose it right then, he ever so slowly sank down on him. Tight heat embraced Nick and he yanked at the metal around his wrists for a little pain to anchor him. Craning his neck he watched Sam, the muscles working in his back, slick and glistering with sweat, the white dressing barely covering the bloody scratches and lower the firm globes of his ass now nested in Nick's lap.
Sam's broad back blocked his view on Dean but as soon as Sam was fully seated on Nick's cock he felt the brush at his hole. Breaching the rings of muscle Dean pushed in in one slow but steady thrust.
For a second nobody moved. Nick tried to adjusted to the fullness in him and the tightness around him and there was heat everywhere.
Sam and Dean met in a kiss, hands cupping each other's heads, roaming over smooth skin, and then they started to roll their hips. Not much movement just slow circles of the pelvis, shifting and rolling while they were lost in the kiss.
Once again they were in their own little world and Nick was forgotten for the moment.
Grabbing Sam's ass Dean lifted him up an inch or two before he let him slide back down on Nick's length. Never breaking the kiss he repeated that a few times until he'd found a rhythm and then Dean started to move his own hips matching that rhythm. Slow and sensual at first, sweet torture for Nick but nobody was paying attention to him, they gained speed after a few minutes.
In and down matched perfectly, both men in complete synch, and now Dean set a rougher pace. One hand in a tight grip at Sam's hip, the other one working Sam's cock, Dean slammed into Nick while Sam rode him hard. Head on Dean's shoulder and his name constantly on his lips Sam let Dean fuck him.
And that was exactly what it was, Nick realized. He was an extension of Dean, just another toy Dean used to fuck his lover, just a thing to use.
That was it.
Nick came. Hard.
Full body convulsing, seeing stars, groaned scream tearing through his throat hard.
The orgasm ripped through him and over the rushing of his own blood in his ears he heard Sam and Dean cussing and yelling each other's names. Nick felt Sam clenching around him and for sure he did the same to Dean milking the orgasm right out of him but Nick was too wrapped up in his own climax to notice much around himself.
He must have dozed off for a second because when he came to his hands were free and Sam and Dean lay beside him, hands lazily on his chest.
"You came first." Sam said when Nick blinked his eyes open.
"Naughty boy." Dean smirked at him. "Can't even follow a simple order like that."
"I'm sorry." Nick whispered when his sluggish mind had caught up with their words. Right, they had ordered him to not come first and he'd screwed it up. A dark part of his mind provided him with suggestions of how to deal with a naughty boy like him but he shoved them back into the depth of his mind. That was stuff he'd do with a boyfriend not with customers, this was not about him.
Content in the afterglow of his earthshaking orgasm Nick waited for their next move.
Dean leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips.
"We gave you a clear order." His breath was hot on Nick's cheek. "We asked you just one little thing." Another kiss. "And you disobeyed."
"I'm sorry." Nick choked the words out not sure where this would lead to, not sure where he hoped this would lead to. "I tried."
"You didn't try hard enough." Suddenly Sam's mouth was close to his ear, lips brushing his earlobe.
"What shall we do about this, hmm?" Dean looked Nick in the eye and brushed sweaty hair out of his forehead.
"Punish me."
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