Wrapped in Honey 44/49
Chapter 44
Dean didn't wake up in a hospital bed which he took as a good sign. It took him a moment to connect the thing he was lying on the the couch in Bobby's study, though. Slowly he sat up, wary of his head but except for a distant throbbing and the feeling of pressure behind his eyes, he felt fine.
Sam had fallen asleep on the desk, head resting on a book. For a while Dean just watched him, still not quite believing that he was actually here.
When Sam didn't show any signs of waking up soon, Dean let him be for the moment and went for the bathroom. While he used the toilet he had a longing look at the shower. It was probably a bad idea, he should at least wait for Sam to hover but in the end it was too tempting.
He made it a quick shower, dizziness already creeping up on him, and on shaky legs but with a happy smile on his face he left the bathroom to sit on his bed for a moment.
When he was sure that he wouldn't just pass out as soon as he stood up, he put on some fresh clothes and then went for the kitchen for some much needed coffee. While he waited for the coffee to brew he considered his breakfast options and settled for toast, scrambled eggs and bacon. It wasn't easy to accomplish with only one functional hand but in the end he was quite satisfied with the result.
Right on cue Sam stumbled in and for a second everything else was forgotten. Sam was here. He looked a little ragged from too many nights spent in uncomfortable positions but he was here and that was all that counted.
"Morning, sleepy." Dean greeted him with a peck on the lips, getting dosed up with his saliva was still a bad idea but then he just said "Screw this." and kissed Sam for real.
Sam welcomed him with his mouth open and inviting, tongue darting out and licking along the inside of Dean's bottom lip. God, this was good. Dean melted into the kiss.
"Your bacon is burning." Sam broke the kiss with a pointed look at the stove.
"Shit." Dean spun around to save the bacon and Sam stepped up close behind him, resting he chin on his shoulder. By now Dean was sporting quite a hard-on, damn incubus saliva, but that as worth it.
Sam's hand came to a rest on his waist, fingers spread, framing his groin. He didn't do anything, just let his hands sit there while Dean wielded the spatula.
"What's it gonna be?" Dean asked, pushing his ass backwards until he felt the hard line of Sam's erection. "Breakfast or a quickie?" He wiggled his butt, coaxing a groan out of Sam.
"You heard the doctor." Sam said but didn't drew back. "No strenuous activities for at least a few days."
"Who listens to doctor's orders anyway?" Dean asked. "I'm fine." He reached down and placed Sam's hand right on top of his erection.
"You sure?" Sam just had to ask, hadn't he? But he pressed down firmly and Dean bit back a groan. He'd missed this. Sam's stupidly big paws all over him.
"I knew what would happen when I kissed you." Dean reminded him and pushed into his hand.
"Okay." Sam popped the button of his jeans open. "Just a quick one. Nothing too active."
"Don't worry, I'll just let you do all the work." Dean kissed along the line of his jaw with a smirk.
Sam reached inside Dean's pants, pushing them down just far enough to get access. With a sigh Dean leaned back into his chest, now his head was resting on Sam's shoulder, trusting Sam to take care of him.
"I missed you." He said when Sam's hand closed around him. It felt like coming home.
"You say that the second I touch your dick." Sam chuckle softly into his ear. "I see where your priorities lie."
Dean angled his head to nip at his throat while Sam slowly started to stroke him to full hardness. Not that he wasn't almost there already.
"Don't tell me you don't want to feed right now." Dean mumbled into his skin. "Did you feed while I was gone?" It was maybe not the right moment to ask him if he'd slept with another man but Dean wanted to know.
"Once." Sam admitted, adding that special little twist to the upstroke that never failed to make Dean weak in the knees. But Sam held him firmly with his other hand splayed over his chest, thumb circling his nipple through the t-shirt. Dean closed his eyes with a groan and gave himself over the Sam's skillful hands.
"I picked up some guy working the streets." Sam said between placing hot kisses on Dean's neck. "He looked a bit like you. Took him to a motel."
He pinched the nipple and Dean's mouth fell open with a little cry. "I had to pay a hundred extra so he would let me kiss him. Then I went down on him. Sucked his dick down to the root. I didn't look up so I could pretend it was your dick I was choking on."
Dean let the words wash over him, pictured the scene in his mind. A distant part of him knew he should probably be jealous but this was too hot.
"He came down my throat." Sam continued. "Before he even knew what was happening I had him on the bed and was balls deep in him. I fucked him hard, thrusting into him so hard that he had to brace himself on the headboard. He cried when he came the second time. He was out cold before I even had time to pull out."
Dean knew that feeling, the first times Sam had fed on him he'd been unconscious for the better part of the night.
"When I left he still lay there, fucked out."
Dean pictured that, pictured himself lying on the bed with his own come and lube all over him. That pushed him over the edge.
"Sam!" He cried out and came all over Sam's hand. Holding him tight Sam worked him through the aftershocks and then they just stood there, Dean leaning heavily on Sam.
"I hope we don't have bacon with special sauce now." Sam finally said when he let go of Dean and grabbed a towel.
"You're impossible." Dean shook his head with a laugh but checked on the bacon anyway. It was fine, maybe not sizzling hot anymore but not covered with come. Dean took the towel from Sam and wiped everything clean before he tucked himself back in. He felt tired so Sam had fed but otherwise his head was okay, the pain not worse than before.
"You didn't get off." He observed.
"It's okay." Sam didn't try to hide his obvious erection but he didn't seem to intend to do something about it either.
"Can't leave it like that." Dean stepped closer and slipped one leg between Sam's, giving him some friction. Sam closed his eyes in pleasure for a second but then he backed off. "You should give yourself some rest. You still have a concussion."
"I'm fine." Dean assured him and kissed him on the lips. He slipped his tongue into the wet heat of Sam's mouth and hummed in pleasure when he felt the other man surrender to him. "But you're right, I should just sit and rest. Concussed guy here." He pointed at his own head and then dropped in the nearest chair. Sam blinked at him in confusion.
"However." He drew out the word. "I'd love to see a little show."
"A little show?" Sam perked up at that.
"Back to the counter." Dean ordered and leaned back in his own chair. "Lean against it."
Sam followed his order and getting the hint he pushed his hips out with his butt resting on the edge of the counter. His hands wandered to his crotch but he waited for instructions from Dean.
"Palm yourself through the pants." Dean ordered and couldn't help but mirror Sam's movement. His own dick was spent and only half hard but he just had a fresh dose of Sam's saliva so he might join Sam for the ride.
Sam did as he was told, the heel of his hand grinding down on the base of his cock and then he followed the length of his erection up to the tip. Dean watched him for a moment.
"Take it out." He breathed the words out, his own hand sneaking inside his pants.
Sam shook pants and underwear down far enough to give Dean a good view. Cradling his balls with one hand and working his cock with the other one he looked like a cheap porn star and Dean had never seen anything hotter.
"Fuck your fist." Dean ordered and immediately Sam made a fist and started to fuck the tight tunnel in earnest. It didn't take long until he arched his back and white spurts of come covered his hand. Dean followed him only seconds later, coating the inside of his pants.
"Lick your hand clean."
Sam did that without a second of hesitation, taking good care of every single digit, and then he came over and knelt next to Dean to give Dean's hand the same ministration.
Dean just watched him in amazement. When Sam was done, he placed one last kiss on Dean's lips and then came gracefully up to his feet.
"I could use some breakfast now." Sam announced.
Dean was too spent to do anything so he just stayed where he was while Sam put together their breakfast. Everything was cooked and prepared so even Sam couldn't screw this one up. A minute later Sam placed two plates on the table and coffee for both of them. Dean reached for the latter first, in hope that the caffeine would do its job. He felt like he should just get back to the couch and sleep for a few more hours but he wanted to visit Bobby so sleep had to wait.
They ate in comfortable silence.
"So, I was gone for less than two weeks and you go out to sleep with somebody else." Dean teased while he watched Sam doing the dishes. He would help but his arm … grinning he watched Sam work.
"It's not like that." Sam looked actually guilty at that.
"And then you brag about it while you have your hand down my pants." Dean added for good measure.
"You seemed to like it." Sam defended himself but didn't look in his direction.
"I did." Dean came up behind him and slung his arms around his torso. "You were hungry, I get that. It's okay." He didn't know if Sam's hunger felt like regular hunger but he'd gone hungry too often in his life, he understood.
"I'm guessing there's no chance you're going to let me drive to the hospital." Dean changed the topic.
"No way, concussion boy." Sam said. "I'm driving."
Dean nodded to that, he hadn't expected less.
"You want to drive Baby?" He asked instead.
"You sure?" Sam sounded surprised. "She's your baby."
"She's family." Dean fished the keys out of his pocket and held them up for Sam. "And I think it's time for you to meet the family."
Sam visibly swallowed to that but he took the keys.
"Thank you." His voice was suspiciously thick with emotions.
"One scratch and I am going to kill you." Dean warned and then turned to get his things. He needed to check on the other part of his family.
Chapter 45
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