Who you gonna call? 2/3
Chapter 2
Nick jacked off in the shower, mind on the awesome weekend he'd spent with Sam and Dean. Even though it had been five days, the memories still made his knees weak and his cock hard. After Dean's call a couple of weeks back Nick had been worried about Sam and even Sam calling him to tell him that he really was fine hadn't done much to lessen Nick's worries.
But Sam had convinced him by fucking him against the wall with Nick's legs bent over Sam's arms and his feet dangling in the air. While Sam had tried to screw Nick's back through the wall Dean had stood pressed to Sam's back taking him from behind.
Nick still snickered when he thought of Dean's look around to find something to stand on but the hilarious part was when Sam just solved the problem of height difference with bending a little in the knees without even looking at Dean.
Nick was shorter than Sam and Dean, who wasn't, but he wasn't by any means tiny or delicate, however, Sam hold him up in the air the whole time and after a mind-blowing orgasm he was still steady enough on his feet to carry Nick over to the bed. And that had only been his answer to Nick's initial question if Sam really was up for sexy times just yet.
Recalling the events of the rest of that weekend Nick braced himself against the wall, hot water splashing over his back, and spurted white jets all over his fist.
With only a towel around his waist and a stupid post-orgasmic smile on his face Nick left the steamy bathroom with the intention to hurry over to his room. Instead he stopped dead when he found a rather agitated Aiden on the phone pacing what they called their living room.
His first thought was that it was their douchebag landlord harassing Aiden for existing or something. Seriously, could that man get a life? Every other day he had something to complain about the not straight men with no nine to five jobs daring to live under his roof.
"No, listen Sam." Aiden said but seemed to be interrupted immediately. "Sam … no … this is not … I'm not Nick … yes … no, he can't … he can't come to the phone right now … he's … I tell him … no … Sam …
Running a hand through his hair in frustration Aiden did another turn, his eyes settled on Nick and he sighed in relief.
"Here." Aiden shoved the phone in Nick's hand. "One of your boyfriends. I think he's drunk."
Clutching his towel with one hand Nick tried to juggle his phone - yes, it was his, why had Aiden even answered it? - with his other hand into the right position without dropping it.
"Sam?" He asked when he finally had it right side up at his ear. On the other end Sam kept rambling.
"Where's Nick?" The heavy slur almost ate up all the letters. "If you … you've done something … something to him …"
"Sam, I'm here." Nick tried to get through to him and no it wasn't warming his heart that Sam was trying to defend him. "It's Nick."
"Nick?"
"Yeah, I'm here." With a sigh he flopped down on the couch, aware that Aiden was watching him from the kitchen area where he pretended to be busy with whatever. Nick didn't actually care, his focus was on Sam.
"Why'd ya call me?" Sam sounded confused but his speech improved to almost understandable.
"You called me." Nick corrected. "Maybe you should hang up and go to bed. You're beat. Let Dean tuck you in."
"C'd s've h'm." Sam mumbled into the phone.
"What?" Nick wasn't sure if it was even worth trying to figure that one out.
"I couldn't save him." Sam repeated slowly "I tried, I tried, man, but …"
Dread dug its ice-cold fingers into Nick's guts. He thought about Dean's call not long ago and the injuries both of them sported frequently. The scars. Whatever it was they did for a living, they still hadn't told him and Nick didn't ask, it was dangerous. You'll probably die dangerous.
"Sam, where is Dean?" Nick clutched his phone tighter, silently begging Sam for a straight answer but Sam was stuck on one thought.
"I tried and I failed and it's my fault and he's dead now." The words rushed out of Sam's mouth too fast and too slurred for Nick to keep up with them.
"Sam, where is Dean?" Nick tried again to get through to him. "Is he hurt?"
"Who hurt Dean?" Suddenly Sam sounded much more sober.
"I'm asking you." With an impatient groan Nick braced his elbows on his knees. "Is Dean with you?"
There was a pause and Nick just knew that Sam took his time to look around in search for Dean.
"He's not here." Came the answer and Nick pictured deep lines forming on Sam's forehead. "You with'm at the bar? He got hurt at the bar?"
Nick breathed a sigh of relief. "Dean is at a bar?"
"Said needed time to think. Think and drink." He snickered. "It's his way to deal with this stuff, you know? Drinks to forget. It's not healthy."
Look who's talking, was on Nick's tongue but he didn't say it. Instead he came back to the initial topic.
"Sam, who is dead?" He spoke slowly, hoping for Sam to give him an answer he could make sense of.
"That guy … Andrew … something … I tried but … it took him … Nick, I tried but I couldn't save him." Now there were sobs mixed in his already reduced speech. "I told him I'd keep him safe. Told him he was safe with me."
Missing a lot of background story here Nick could only assure him that it wasn't Sam's fault and silently begging for Dean to show up. Which, of course, he didn't.
"Everybody around me dies." There was some sniffling on the other end. "You too, Nick. You should stay as far … as far … away from me … you can. Isn't safe around me. You hear me? Not safe."
"Sam, I don't know what happened to that guy but I trust you." It was the truth. Sam had just told him that he was responsible for someone's death or at least that he thought he was and Nick still trusted him.
"I feel safe around you." He added when Sam didn't answer.
"Shouldn't."
"I do." Nick twisted so he could make eye contact with Aiden who didn't even pretend that he wasn't listening anymore. But it took only one pleading look from Nick for him to retread to his room and to give Nick some privacy.
"Remember last weekend, Sam?" Nick continued when the door closed behind Aiden. "The things I let you do to me?"
"Uhuh?"
"You trussed me up like a turkey, gagged me and put a blindfold on me." Nick reminded him. "And then you and Dean took turns fucking me." Five minutes ago he'd jacked off to that memory and his cock already twitched again just from thinking about it. "I let you do that. You think I'd let you do that to me if I didn't trust you? If I didn't feel safe around you?"
There was some mumbling on the other end but Nick couldn't make out words.
"Sam?"
"Now I have a boner." Sam sounded miserable and Nick nearly burst out laughing.
"Go to bed, Sam." Nick tried again. "I call Dean, tell him that he better gets his ass back to you." And maybe get some answers out of him, he added in his mind. Yeah, as if.
"Your voice's sexy." Sam's train of thought apparently had left the station in another direction.
"Seriously?" Nick rolled his eyes. "You're drunk."
"Yep." There was some rustling and the unmistakable sound of a zipper. "And horny. And Dean isn't here."
How the hell do puppy dog eyes even work over the damn phone?, Nick wondered. That's not fair.
But he put the phone to his left ear and his right hand slipped under the towel which didn't do a good job at hiding his growing interest anyway.
"Okay, Sam. Get rid of your shoes and pants and lay down on your bed." Nick ordered and thought about how to do this while Sam struggled to get out of his pants.
Fast and dirty, he decided. Get him off and let him sleep.
Nick nodded to himself, he could do that.
"You know, I just came out of the shower and I'm only wearing a towel." Nick told him and closed his eyes to picture Sam. Lying on the bed, still in his layers of shirts but naked from the waist down, fisting his own cock with drunken clumsiness.
"You hard?" Sam breathed heavily in his ear.
"Yeah." Nick leaned back and closed his eyes. "I'm touching myself."
He let his fingertips ghost over the still damp skin of his cock. It was sensitive from his earlier jerking off in the shower but the growing sensation of too much always gave the second round that little extra he liked.
"If you're trying …" Sam grunted and Nick could almost smell the alcohol. "Trying to phone … phone sex me … you should do more talking … I think. Shouldn't you? I think you should. Talking I mean. Yeah, talking about sex. Like your voice. Sexy."
Nick bit back a laugh. Drunken Sam was kinda cute.
"Remember last weekend?" Both their minds were already on that memory so why not using it? "I can still feel the rope on my skin. Feel it binding my arms behind my back, holding my legs folded under me. My chest is pressed in the mattress and I dig my teeth in that ball gag Dean put in my mouth. I feel your eyes on me. I'm open and exposed and at your mercy."
Nick licked his lips, fist working his cock in long, even strokes now and over the phone he heard Sam doing the same. A broken moan escaped Sam's mouth and Nick just wanted to kiss him. Drink that sound right from Sam's lips.
"I can't see what you're doing because you're behind me and you put a blindfold on me." Nick continued. "But I can feel you. Feel your strong fingers in me, working me open. Feel your hands on my hips and your cock at my hole. I breathe around the gag when you enter me. You're thick and big and for a second I think I can't take you, not all of you, it's too much, too fast but I'm bound and gagged and you make me take it."
Nick shuddered at that memory and the grip around his cock tightened. He was close, his hips bucked into his fist and the only sound in his ear was Sam's harsh breathing over the phone.
"You close?" Nick managed to ask.
"Keep talking." The flapping sound of skin on skin became frantic and for a second Nick marveled on that image in his head of a half-naked Sam with flushed cheeks and glassy eyes close to the edge.
"You fuck me." Nick croaked out. "You bottom out and slam back in. You fuck me hard, rough. The way you like it. You're using me. I scream into the gag when you come deep inside me."
Nick threw his head back and came all over his fist again. On the other end of the line Sam lost it too but it was far away.
It took Nick a few seconds to catch his breath and when he could hear more again than his own blood rushing in his ears, it was a congested snoring at the other end of the line.
"Sleep well." Nick whispered and ended the call. "Did I get you off too or should I keep talking? We did a lot of other stuff over that weekend."
"Fuck you." Came Aiden's suspicious breathless answer. "You know, you have some fucked up boyfriends there."
Nick didn't correct him on the boyfriends part and called Dean instead.
Except for a "The job went south pretty quickly but we wrapped it up in the end." Dean didn't offer any explanation but Nick hadn't expected one anyway.
"Thanks for, you know, being there for Sam." Dean said in a raspy voice and in the background Nick heard a car engine coming to life.
"That's what friends are for, right?"
"Thanks, man." Dean didn't correct him on the friends part either and Nick ended the call with a warm feeling inside.
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