Fic: A Town Called Rhoda (Sam/Dean, NC-17) Part 6 of 7

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He woke up at the first light in the morning, his arms and legs still curved around Sam’s body. Sam was breathing slow and steady, which meant he was still asleep. Dean realized he was hard, it being morning, and having a warm body next to his usually guaranteed that. He tried to move his hips away, but Sam’s body followed his, keeping them pressed together. His silent way of saying it was okay. Dean restrained himself from saying or doing anything, giving the power over to Sam to take or give whatever came next.

After a few minutes, Sam rolled over within the circle of Dean’s arms, nuzzled his face into the space between Dean’s chin and neck and breathed against the sensitive skin there.

“Thank you for last night,” Sam said, lips moving against Dean’s skin right over his pulse point.

Dean held back the groan he wanted to let loose with. Sam apparently remembered that was one of the spots guaranteed to drive him wild. “You’re welcome,” Dean managed to say, his voice gone gruff with the unspoken desire.

“I’m sorry it’s taking me so long,” Sam said.

“So long for what?” Dean asked.

“To work up to this, to getting myself to a place to be okay with this. I want it so much, you have no idea, but there’s so much that—“

“It’s okay, I told you that, remember? If it happens it happens, I’m happy with just this, Sammy. I really am.”

Sam pulled back from Dean, examined his face, slowly scrutinizing as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. “You really mean it, I’m just figuring that out right now.”

“I can see that. Do you think we could do this every night, either here or at my place? I haven’t slept so well in months,” Dean said.

“Yeah, uh sure, of course, as long as Rufus can come,” Sam said.

“Sure, but not on the bed,” Dean said.

“Do you see him on my bed right now?” Sam asked.

Dean tickled him instead of answering, Sam’s laugh broke the rest of the morning silence in the most beautiful way, and that brought Rufus running from his spot by the fireplace in the living room. His big paws landed on the side of the bed closest to Sam, tail wagging.

Sam groaned and sat up. “Gotta take him out before he pees in here. Will you keep my spot warm?”

Dean rolled over into the warmth that Sam left behind and buried his face in the pillow. Sam laughed again as he pulled on a sweatshirt and his boots. Dean could hear them both leave the cabin. He tried to will away his morning wood, but that wasn’t working. He took himself in hand, hoping to be done before Sam returned. He was almost there, when he heard Sam in the doorway.

“God, look at you,” Sam said, lust all over his face.

Dean pushed his hips up, jacking himself harder and faster as Sam stared and worried at his lower lip. “Fuck, Sammy, tell me, c’mon tell me.”

“Yeah, Dean, come for me, show me,” Sam said.

Dean put on a show, it didn’t take too long, something about having Sam watching, and directing him had always done it for him. That hadn’t changed. He came quick and hard, shooting up his own chest. Sam was on the bed now, leaning over to kiss him for the first time in what seemed like forever. Dean melted into the feeling, pulling Sam down into him never wanting it to end or to let go of him.

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The sleepover plan officially started that same night, at Dean’s cabin. They got Rufus set up with a folded blanket near the fireplace and he seemed content. This time, they removed more of their clothes and had more skin to skin contact. Dean’s hand found its way to the brand on Sam’s flank over and over again.

“Does it hurt when I touch it?” Dean asked.

“No, not like it used to, skin’s kind of dead feeling there now,” Sam said. “Does it bother you, that I’m marked up like this?”

“That’s not what I’m thinking, no, Sammy, not at all. I know it’s probably an awful reminder of what happened to you. But when I look at it, or touch it, all it says to me is my brother is one tough badass survivor.” Dean leaned over and kissed the branded skin gently. “Can you feel that? Is this okay?”

Sam moaned softly, breathy and gorgeous. “Yeah—uh, I can feel you, it’s good.”

“Good, Sammy, that’s good,” Dean said, noticing Sam growing hard. He kissed his way over to where Sam’s hair curled soft between his legs. “Do you want me to?” Dean asked, lips moving over Sam’s pulse.

“I don’t, I’m not…sure if,” Sam said, sounding distressed.

“Hey, hey, it’s not a race, just asking if you want me to—you know, get you off,” Dean said.

“I don’t know if I can, but I want to…so much. Can you suck me, and we’ll see what happens?” Sam asked, his hips pushing up slightly towards where Dean’s lips waited.

Dean licked him slowly, tip to root and back again, watching Sam’s face closely to see if he was wanting him to stop. All he saw was Sam’s face going slack with pleasure, eyes lit up with that light of lust he hadn’t seen in ages. Just like the good old days. Dean closed his mouth over the tip, gently suckling, fingers tracing the vein over Sam’s balls. He seemed like he was ready for more.

Sam groaned, long and loud as Dean sank down further. That seemed like a good enough answer to the unasked question.

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Over the next few weeks, Sam slowly got used to having his body touched in a respectful, loving way again. And Dean got used to the delight he got in giving Sam pleasure any chance he possibly could. They took turns staying in each other’s cabins, and every night Sam was able to initiate anything sexual was a gift as far as Dean was concerned.

Sam was acting a little strange that night at dinner. It seemed like he had something he was hiding or not talking about. They’d eaten out on Sam’s deck, nothing fancy, but well-prepared with some of the new herbs he’d grown in pots out there. It smelled nice, reminded Dean of the spice aisle at the grocery store. Not that he’d ever get to go in one again.

“You okay?” Dean asked.

“I’m…yeah, I’m good. I’m finally ready, I want to try it—tonight,” Sam said.

“Try what?” Dean asked, guessing and hoping at what Sam probably meant, but wanting—no needing Sam to spell it out.

Sam rolled his eyes and grunted a little in frustration. “I want to try…I want to ride you, Dean.”

Dean’s body launched into instant lust mode, he pressed the heel of his hand to stop himself from getting too hard too fast. “Can’t just say stuff like that, Sammy. Who knows what I’ll do?”

“Hoping you’ll fuck me, you know?” Sam asked with a smile.

“Where, right out here on the deck under the stars?” Dean asked, gesturing up at the night sky.

Without answering, Sam pulled the chair cushions into a long pile, and started removing his clothes. Dean quickly joined him, both of them naked and ready, with the candles on the table the only light besides the stars above. Sam held him, hands going everywhere at once, kissing Dean’s neck in the places Sam knew he’d always lose it the fastest. Dean tried and failed to keep from poking Sam with how hard he was, thankfully Sam took him in hand, jacking him slowly while he kissed Dean deeply until they were both breathless with it. He bent Dean back and back even further in a deep dip, until Sam lowered him the rest of the way to end up on the pillows. He crawled down Dean’s legs backwards, still moving his hand slowly, holding himself spread open above Dean.

It was all happening so fast, Sam wasn’t ready for this was he? Dean’s fingers explored and found him open and wet inside. He was not only ready, he was prepared, such a Sam move.

“You got yourself ready for me?”

“Yeah, are you…ready?” Sam asked.

Dean nodded because he couldn’t manage to form any words. The sight of his beautiful, sex-god of a brother, taking him inside, slowly sinking down with the incredible heat and pressure he’d missed so goddamn much. It was nearly unbearable, but he stopped himself from thrusting up wildly and taking Sam over. Instead he gripped Sam’s hips, pressing them both together with all of his strength.

“Dean, you’re…you’re inside me again,” Sam said, wonder and lust mixing in his voice, his eyes half-closed in pleasure. He began moving his hips, rhythmically pulsing up and down, driving Dean wild with the sheer magic of this combination.

They’d finally found it again, the heat and friction, the power and restraint, all of the opposites matching and combining in them coming together. He didn’t want to stop, but Sam cried out above him, letting loose on his chest, hot and wet. The look Sam gave him sent him over the edge, that depthless love, the endless want, finally satisfied.

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Once they finally had full-on sex for the first time, it was like a damn bursting. It surprised both of them, how much they wanted each other all the time, everywhere, anytime. Luckily farm animals don’t embarrass easily, and they could hear visitors arriving from a long way away on the gravel road. This time almost seemed like an interlude between scenes, a time removed from regular time, from their normal life. They had each other, and their mutual need, and whatever else there was didn’t really rate worrying about.

Sam’s favorite thing in the world seemed to be interrupting Dean in the middle of chores. He’d drop to his knees in front of Dean, making him stop whatever task he was getting done. Sam would take him deep down his throat, desperate to get Dean to come right that second. Dean would gentle Sam, hands in his hair, holding him back, slowing him down so they could both enjoy it more, make it last, make it better for both of them.

Dean’s favorite thing was messing Sam up so much he’d have to take another shower. There was just something about a wet Sam Winchester coming out of the shower, toweling off, all those water droplets rolling down that beautiful wide back of his. Mmm, irresistible and demanding to be licked off slowly, one by one. Sam would shiver and shake with need, going pliable when Dean’s teeth would latch onto the back of his neck. He’d bend over and let Dean eat him out, begging for more. Dean would open him up slowly, using one of the blended oils they liked for lube, finally slipping into him all in one mind-bending rush. It never ceased to amaze Dean that Sam could come untouched, especially when he would push Dean into the position he needed and then just take himself there. And when Dean had taken longer, and Sam had been to the edge several times it was even more mind-blowing.

It was after one of those times that they got to talking about the past while cuddled up together in the afterglow. Sam was comparing how much Dean loved to cuddle to his other lovers from the past. It was making Dean please and angry to hear how he stacked up, but then Sam started talking about the last dude before Boom Day. It had been a serious relationship, and Dean hadn’t even known. He wanted to run away and sulk, but Sam had him wrapped up in his octopus arms and legs.

”Hold on, hold on, let me get this straight, this guy, the one you were traveling with, Lee Pace, you were thinking of marrying him?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, we’d been in an off and on relationship for a while, and I didn’t tell you about him, because, well you know why. But after the nukes and all we went through to make it to Vegas, he proposed the first night we were there. But then all the awful stuff I told you about happened there, and so we never had a chance to make it official.”

“Was it a hey-we-survived kind of thing, or more of a ‘shrug we’re in Vegas why the hell not’ kinda thing?” Dean asked.

“Neither, kind of both, I don’t know. Listen, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about him, but back then, Dean you were pretty clear that you didn’t want to know about my private life. Lee was there for me, and he got me back on the road to you. So maybe try to think about it that way, okay?”

“Fine, whatever, the guy is dead so no big deal, but it’s weird that I wouldn’t have even known that my brother was almost married…again. Kinda like last time.”

“The last time was a completely different thing and you know it,” Sam said.

“I’m sorry you lost two people you were going to marry,” Dean said. “I wish it had been different for you either time, it’s not fair.”

“I wish you’d ever even had the chance,” Sam said.

“Almost got there, with Lisa,” Dean admitted.

“But then I came back and screwed that up for you,” Sam said.

“No, you saved her from a lot of heartache trying to give me something she didn’t have,” Dean said.

“Lisa was awesome for you, what are you talking about?” Sam asked.

“She was awesome, and she saved my ass you have no idea how many times. But she wasn’t you, she couldn’t be you, and I couldn’t let go of—“ Dean cut himself off.

“That’s why it’s better that we found our way back to each other. Keeps everyone else safe from all our craziness, right?” Sam asked.

“Something like that, yeah,” Dean said.

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