Date: Fri, 9 Dec 2005 20:09:33 -0500 From: Miss Meehan Subject: The D.W. Hustle - Chapter 3 Warnings and Disclaimers: See Chapter One Author's Note: I got by with a little help from my friends. Travis wrote the sexy pool lesson and then I got inspired and finished it off. Feedback to:lilliluthor@hotmail.com or travisclaeys@shaw.ca Dean circled around the table passing by extra close to Sam. "Are you sure you want to learn," he asked standing directly behind his brother. Sam swallowed hard feeling the hot breath on the back of his neck. "Because once I teach you, there's no turning back. I mean, what good is having a skill if you don't put it to good use." Sam had a sinking feeling they weren't talking about pool anymore. Well he knew good and well they were never talking about pool. 'Dean knows that I know,' kept running through his head. That was the scary part. If Dean knows than what is he proposing. Sam felt sick to his stomach. What started out as not so innocent flirtation was turning into something else. Something he wasn't sure he was ready for. " I mean, if your in this thing with me, your in it all the way. There's no free rides." There was a hint of bitterness in Dean's voice that Sam couldn't mistake. Sam watched wided eyed as Dean set up the balls. Looking up at him through light brown lashes he continued to speak. "Because this is more than a game Sammy. Choose the wrong mark, let your guard down and it can cost you. " Dean straightened up and stared across the table at Sam. He watched the muscles in his brothers jaw work overtime. Sam was staring back at him. He could tell he was scared. He could tell they were on the same page. Dean turned his back and stalked over to the rack of cues hanging on the wall. Running his finger over the wooden sticks he snatched one down and turned back to the table. "Are you sure about this. Are you sure you want to learn...everything." Sam had been so turned on by what he'd seen in that alley, he'd forgotten that brief moment of fear when he'd hesitated to come to Dean's assistance. The fear of being violated, loosing control. 'Had Dean ever lost control of a situation. Had all this cost him something much more than money. "I...I...it's late Dean. Maybe we can do this some other time." "There may not be another time Sammy.." "It's Sam and I'm tired," he tried to say forcefully. "Okay Sam," Dean emphasized prowling into his brothers personal space. "You go to bed," he said handing him a room key." "Where are you going?" "To find a game," Dean replied casually. He walked over to the wall and replaced the cue on the rack. Dean was walking past him about to leave and do God knows what. Sam felt suddenly selfish. He'd never questioned why his brother did what he did or if he even liked it. He just assumed he did. He was Dean, Dean with his 'I don't give a fuck attitude.' But maybe he did. Dean was out the door. Sam could see his outline against the darkening sky as he walked briskly towards the direction of his car. "Dean," Sam called louder than he intended. Dean was still walking but Sam could see his pace had faltered. "I'll play." Sam heard himself promise. Dean stopped, frozen in his tracks. Finding his voice Sam spoke again, "Teach me...I want to learn...everything. Before Sam had finished saying the words, Dean was there, invading his personal space. Sam's breath became labored. He felt as if Dean were sucking out the very air that he breathed. As his brother brushed his lips against his own, he knew he was about to embark on a life experience he would not soon for get. "Are you sure you really want to learn to play...?" Dean asked roughly against his ear. Sam cleared his throat.." Yeah Dean , you're my brother you seem to know the Game. I think you can teach me so much." Dean hearing this, understood everything. He knew back in that alley Sam had been there. He had sensed him and now he knew for sure. "Sam knows what I do when we stop in new town, :he thought. "Well if he wants to play then let's test him. See if he is really going to be interested in my methods." "Sam" Dean Said. " If you want to really play then you have to play by my rules, now keep in mind I don't play like other people , so you if you find this strange just let me know." "Fair enough," Sam nodded, still reeling from feel of Dean standing so close . "I trust you ,you're my brother and I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me" "Ok" Dean said, stepping back and locking his gaze with his brother's " First I have to show you how to handle the stick." Sam felt his face flush at his brother's words. He was getting confused. He hoped he and Dean were talking about the same thing. But how could they be. Dean had no idea what he had witnessed in that alley. Sam was almost certain of that. By the time Sam's thoughts had rejoined his brother in the game room, Dean was tossing him a pool cue. "Take this, Then put the tip of the pool cue in between your thumb and index Finger. "Like this?" Sam asked leaning his torso over the worn table. "Yes," Dean said roughly. His throat grew dry at the sight of his brother's long body draped over the table. He shut his eyes briefly to gain his composure before continuing. "Now line up your shot and take aim at the white ball with your cue stick." Sam felt suddenly self-conscious as Dean circled the table and stopped directly behind him. Dean grew silently watching the lines of his brother's body and the hint of skin peeping out from between the tee shirt that rose slightly above Sam's back and the low ride jeans the promised to share other treasures with the older brother. Dean's silence made Sam visibly uncomfortable. He could feel his brother's eyes drinking in his form. He was flattered and frightened all at the same time. Dean nearly groaned out loud as he surveyed his brother's ass outlined through the snug jeans. "He's beautiful," he thought as he let his eyes travel freely over the firm globes and the long legs he so desperately wanted to feel wrapped around his waist. "Dean?" Sam asked nervously. Sam's voice jolted Dean from his thoughts."Yes,"he answered. "Am I doing this Right?" Asked Sam. "Everything looks good from here," Dean said hoarsely before getting back to the matter at hand. "You seem to have a good handle on the pool Cue. However you need to stroke the cue stick between your fingers while aiming at the cue ball." Dean Said.Would you like me to show you how? Dean asked. "Yes," Sam answered coyly, "I need some help." Dean leaned in over Sam and placed his left hand over his brother's. He splayed the fingers of his right hand against the younger Winchester's back. Sam could feel the heat emanating from his brother. Beads of sweat gathered beneath his unruly bangs and his breath hitched ever so slightly at the contact of Dean's hand against his back. Dean felt his brother tense and spoke softly to reassure his brother. " It's Okay, This is usually how I teach. You still ok?" "Yeah," Sam exhaled. "I wanna learn so I can play with you more often when we have some free time when not chasing Demons or spirits or looking for Dad!" "Good then, your form is great," Dean emphasized by pressing in closer to his brother, "and you have good handle on stick.," he purred into his ear, "but you aim need some help with your technique." Sam cocked his head sideways and for the briefest of moments their lips were mere inches apart. Sam jerked his head back towards the table. His hands and body were trembling. Dean quickly dropped his hand from his brother's back and adjusted himself before continuing. "So first we will gently move cue back and forth through your finger and thumb, while pulling back and then forward again." Dean felt his brother's weight shift as he repositioned himself. "Good," he spoke gently, "now back and forth , back and forth. Nice and smooth," Dean Said. Sam practiced his stroke. Dean moved his hand in sync with his brother's. "Great, you're a natural I think. Now let's try to take a shot. Just as I showed you; back and forth in smooth easy strokes. Lean down and take aim at the six ball in the corner, Pull back and little more force in follow through. Bang.. Right in the pocket. " NICE SHOT Sam." Sam hazarded another sideways glance at his brother. Dean smiled at him and Sam suddenly felt like he couldn't breathe. "So close," he thought before turning his concentration back to the game. Ok, let's try a few more. Now the nine ball, pull back and follow through.. Bang off the edge and in the pocket. As the lesson continued, Sam started to relax. It felt good, right to have Dean so close, instructing him, encouraging him. Dean moved his hand in unison with Sam's. In smooth and easy strokes taking aim at the ball. Sam felt Dean's muscular arm draped over his own. He felt a spark of heat as their limbs rubbed together through the fabric of their shirt sleeves. Sensing his brother's relaxed state, Dean ventured to let his right hand drift from his brother's back down to the firm ass that had been nestled against his crotch and driving him insane. He was surprised when Sam actually seemed to relax and seem even more at ease.. He had no doubt that this was what Sam was after all along. He welcomed Dean's flirtations and the fact the he was coming onto him here while learning the game of pool. Sam could feel Dean rubbing his hand against his butt .He didn't jerk away. He'd waited so long for this moment. Not just since he'd caught Dean giving head in the alley but maybe way before that. Maybe since they were much younger and Sam was just discovering his sexuality. Now here in a makeshift game room things were finally getting interesting.. Sam didn't want the moment to end but he wanted more so he gathered his courage and broached the subject he'd been dying to ask about since they'd begun their little farce of pretending to learn the game. "Dean, this doesn't seem that hard to play, but tell me how you hustle and win every game and come out with fistful of money. It doesn't seem that you can earn all that money from "Just" Pool." Sam asked Dean knew he was busted. He was right about Sam being in that alley. All this begging to learn was a way to get him to admit what he'd been doing. Dean was torn between telling Sam he might be gay and loosing his brother again. He loved his brother more than anything, and he was sure Sam felt the same about him. However if he told Sam this , It may change things , but Dean was willing to r He reminded himself that Sam had initiated this little charade and so far he hadn't balked at anything Dean had done so far. "Ok , Sam I have something to confess," Dean said, backing away from his brother and sitting on the edge of the table next to him. He stretched out his hands and beckoned his brother to come to him. Sam stood between his brother's legs grasping his brother's hands in his own. Dean looked down, studying their entwined fingers as he spoke. "It began when I was eighteen. Dad, you and I would roll into town in search of of Demons and Spirits. Sometimes I go to the local bar and play a few games of pool as a way to release some tension, and maybe hustle some cash from some bad players. Some nights are good but others not so good. Dad didn't mind as long as I stayed out of trouble. Then one night a biker guy came up to me while I was in john taking a leak." Dean glanced up at his brother who was visibly tensing from what he already knew was going to be an unbearable story. Dean continued looking away and trying to sound nonchalant about one of the worst nights of his life. "He then forced me into can and took his cock out and made me suck it. Normal I would have been able to take him, but he held gun to my head. I had to suck him for about twenty minutes before he came on my face. After I was done he knocked me out and when I came to I was lying on the dirty floor and fifty dollars sticking out of my pocket. Then after trying to ease the headache and cleaning my self up. I came back to motel room. You and dad were sleeping already." "Oh Dean,"Sam said squeezing his hands, "I'm so sorry. But why do you still do it. Are you telling me you might be into guys?" Sam Asked. No, I didn't like to do it at first because I was forced at gunpoint. Then I came across some guys , looking all Abercrombie and Finch , Jocks at the Bars when we stopped in town. I was trying to play some pool and make some money. As I took a break to take a leak. I was in the can no more than few seconds, one of the hotter guys came in and I don't know what came over me but I glanced at him and while I tried to look a way I looked down and saw his cock . it was nice and thick about eight inches long and thick; maybe four inches around. He caught me looking and said you wanna suck it don't ya? I said no but he said come on. I said what the hell, Took it in my hand and stroked it , and it became hard instantly. I then put it in my mouth and sucked him for about 1ten or fifteen minutes. Tried to do my best, I guess I was doing good job,he was moaning and groaning. He then came in a forceful blast." "Wow he said . That was the best ever!! Before he left he handed me a hundred dollars. That's how it began. So I might be into guys but I am not gay.. I just do it for the quick money and usually guys are pretty cute and even if they aren't the money is good." Dean looked up at his brother. It was Sam's turn to stare at their interlocked fingers. Seeing how Sam hadn't run through the doors yet, Dean continued. "Now I know this might freak you out, but after all this time searching for Dad, and being next to you all the time Knowing this, it seems I have become attracted to you, and knowing you are my brother. I know nothing could ever happen. So if you want to slug me or shoot me or leave me I will understand." Sam, just stood there in silence listening to Dean tell him that he was into guys for the money and might be attracted to him. Dean saw his brother wrestling with the information he'd just shared with him, he was just about to release his brother's hands and suggest they call it a night when Sam finally spoke up. "Dean, I know you were playing with guys, Sucking their cocks behind the bar in the last town. You did seem to enjoy it immensely . I saw you grab and stroke the Blond biker's cock and then put it in your mouth. I got tired of waiting in the car everytime you when into the bar so I was curious and went in after you  and as I was looking for you I saw you go out the back and couple boys follow you . So thinking you were in trouble I went out the front and to the car for a weapon and around to the back alley. I saw you the whole time. So, I started to get hard and started to stroke myself watching you do what you did. Before I knew it I came and thinking you would see me I cleaned up and ran back to the car to wait for you." Sam paused a moment before continuing. Dean continued to hold his hands,soothing them, reassuring him with his touch that it was okay. "I loved Jessica very much but I've been lonely since her passing to the demon or whatever it was. You were right about one thing. We're not like other people. We can't fall in love the same as normal people. It's too dangerous. My mind keeps going back to you in that alley and the Realtor thinking we were a couple and if we're not like other people than the rules don't apply to us." "What are you saying Sammy." "We spend so much time together, traveling, hunting. We work side by side every day and after seeing what I saw in the bar and the deal with the Realtor thinking we where a couple, and you slapping my ass a thought came to me. We make sense together. I want you Dean. I can't get the thought of you out of my mind. We don't have anyone else but each other." "Sammy are you sure..." "I want to do to you what you did to those guys but... is it safe to be with you." It took Dean a while to realize what Sammy was asking. "I can't explain it now, but I'm safe to be with. I know those guys didn't use condoms,but it's a long story involving a gypsy and a spell but we can use condoms if you want..." Sam shook his head. "I trust you," he spoke softly before slowly kneeling between his brother's legs and nestling his face against the crotch of his pants. "Oh Sammy," Dean moaned, gently running his fingers through his brother's brunette hair. Sam looked up and smiled as he unzipped his brother's jeans. "Now let's see if I remember, I have to hold the stick between my index finger and thumb." Sam released his brother's nine inch cock and ran his thumb around the already swollen head. "Then I have to stroke it." "Jeez Sammy you're killing me." "Then, I have to line up my shot and aim for the ball," Sam panted before lowering his head and sucking Dean's balls into his mouth. Sam continued to speak with his mouth full of his brother's heavy sac. The sensation sent vibrations straight to Dean's cock. Precum oozed out as if weeping at the joy of the contact. Sam continued to stroke Dean's shaft while he bathed his balls with his tongue. "Am I doing this right," he murmured against the ever swelling sac. "Mmm...yessss," Dean sighed, gripping Sam by the hair and forcing his head up to his cock. "Please Sammy," He begged. Sam obeyed, running his tongue over the tip and tasting the salty treasure that leaked from it. He tentatively took the tip of the swollen member into his mouth before diving head on and taking as much of the nine swollen inches as he could. "Sammy, Sammy," Dean cried, squirming against the bolts of electricity his brother's mouth were sending all over his body. Dean released his brother's hair and placed his hands behind him on the felt table He gripped at the worn felt while Sam continued to lick him from balls to base and back up to the tip. Sam forced Dean's hips up and tugged down his briefs and jeans in one easy pull. Dean kicked away his shoes and pants. He wanted to remind Sam that they actually had a ,motel room but he didn't want to ruin the moment. Sam was taking charge, pushing Dean back onto the table as he leaned over him; never losing contact with the engorged shaft of his brother. Dean's hands were over his head. Fingers locked in the holes of the table. "Yes Sammy...please....more...." he begged, lifting his hips to make more contact with his brother's wonderful mouth. Dean was wet and hot and didn't care if the entire staff of the motel caught them. He needed this for so long. He no longer had to imagine what it would be like to have Sam. The real thing was here and wanted him just as badly as he did. Dean felt himself being pushed further onto the table. Sam broke contact for a moment and Dean moaned his protest until he realized that Sam was stripping from the waist down. His baby brother climbed onto the table and straddled his leaking cock. "I want you Dean...inside me...now. Sam leaned down and kissed his brother fiercely. Dean grabbed his brother's hair and held him in place. His tongue meet his brother's and they tasted each other for the first time. Sam groaned and pulled at Dean's left hand. He forced it between them and to his own eight inches. Dean stroked his brother expertly and was rewarded with a more passionate kiss. Dean grabbed his own dick and stroked them together. Sammy broke the kiss and grunted against Dean's neck. "Dean...stop...I'm gonna...." Dean released his brother. He didn't want him to come to soon. He reached for Sammy;s balls hoping to stave off the inevitable. It worked. Sammy was composed again. He lifted himself and lowered himself on Dean's cum soaked cock. Dean was surprised at how easily Sam adjusted to being filled with his cock. "You okay, Sammy," Dean grunted. "Mmm yeah." "I'm not complaining but...you don't seem to be in a lot of pain. The first time usually hurts." Sam smiled and rode his brother's cock, holding Dean by the waist for leverage. "Who," Sam groaned, "said it was my first time." "You little whore," Dean moaned." "Guys gotta earn some extra bread for college," Sam countered. Dean would have answered, but the feel of his brother's tight hole engulfing his cock left him speechless. "You tricked me. I'll get you for this." "You already have me," Sam laughed. "Good...oh...point," Dean replied before giving up on witty banter and concentrating on fucking his brother's tight little ass. "Fuck, Sammy...you're so tight. Feels so...good." "You feel good inside of me. Ah...you're so....fucking...huge." Dean grabbed his brother's hips and pounded into him. All too soon he felt his balls tighten and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. "Fuck Sammy, I'm cumming....fuck." Sam continued to ride up and down on his brother's shaft. He stroked himself hoping to come with his brother. It was when Dean put his hand over Sammy's that it happened. Sam through his head back and came so hard he thought his back would break. Load after load of cum sprayed his brother's chest and chin. Sam clamped down during orgasm and sent his brother over the edge. He felt Dean's warm liquid fill him and it made him tremble even harder. When it was over, Dean pulled Sammy down on top of him. "I love you Sammy," he whispered before pulling him in for a long passionate kiss. "Love you too," Sam spoke against his lips. They lay in post coital bliss for a few minutes longer before Dean complained that his back was aching from the hard worn table. "How old are you," Sam teased as he lifted off his brother. "Old enough to still kick your ass." "Can't you think of better things you'd like to do with this ass." Dean sat up and watched his brother bending over to gather his clothes. "Definitely," he smiled. "Pervert," Sam said, catching his brother watching him. "Let's go to our room and I'll show you just how big a pervert I am."