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Sam enjoyed wearing lip gloss, a subtle tint and sparkles, along with a different flavor for each tube. Sam had a small collection he took on the road, every time Andy kissed Sam, he’d try and guess which flavor lip gloss he was wearing. They even made a game out of it, Andy was always eager and excited at the prospect of a new tube of lip gloss, or excited when Sam pulled out a tube he couldn't quite guess so he could try again.
Andy didn’t always guess the flavor correctly. Especially in the beginning.
The first time Andy guessed Sam’s lip gloss flavor, and the challenge came to be, Sam was asked a strange question, and Andy was scheming around the corner.
It was also how their relationship came to be.
Andy had been standing beside his van behind Sam, in the parking lot of a café in the small town he lived in. Sam was reading a newspaper, and enjoying a cup of coffee in a white mug. It was 2pm and Andy had just lied to Sam and told him that he was going to take a nap, before they continued their investigation.
It was a calm autumn, leaves fell into piles of orange and yellow messed up on the sidewalk beside the diner. And it was pumpkin spice season, but he knew Sam liked his coffee black.
A barista in a casual uniform walked over to his table. Andy was close enough that he could hear bits and pieces of Sam’s conversation, but far enough that Sam probably wouldn’t see him spying.
“Do you need anything else sir?” He asked Sam.
Sam shook his head.
“No thanks, I’m all set, thanks again.” Sam replied, before looking back at his newspaper.
Andy and Sam had been texting for a couple months, after meeting for the first time under unfortunate circumstances.
They had even been working cases together for a while now, and Andy was developing feelings for Sam that he badly wanted to push down. He had to figure out a way to ask Sam if he felt the same way, or else he was never going to admit his feelings and suffer.
Just as he leaned against his van and tried to come up with ideas in his head, a bald, heavyset man with big arm muscles, and arm tattoos, approached Andy. Andy froze for a moment, intimidated, pulling his arms into his sleeves. However, the man grinned wide and patted him on the back.
“Dude, that’s a punk van you got there if I do say so myself.” He said, crossing his arms over her chest.
An idea, that was stupid and probably way worse than just asking Sam himself, popped into his head as the man checked out the painting on the side of his van. Oh well, we’re already spying, might as well do some scheming.
Andy checked to make sure Sam hadn’t noticed him, he was pretty far away from Sam, and was relieved to see how oblivious Sam was of his presence. God he was such a focused reader, which was frankly adorable.
“Thanks. Nice jacket. Also your tattoos are incredible, who’s your guy?” Andy asked, getting him to open up to his mind powers.
The man smiled wide, clearly flattered.
“I’ll have to give you his contact.” He whispered, then took Andy’s hand in a hand shake. “I’m Rob.”
Andy still looked over Rob’s shoulder, surprised that Sam hadn’t even heard both of them talking. He was so concentrated on that paper.
Then he stopped and looked him straight into his brown eyes, and concentrated really hard on his intentions.
“Rob, can you go over there,” Andy spoked quietly and firmly, pointing at the table Sam sat at. “And ask the man, his name is Sam, if he has feelings for me?” Andy phrased the request as a question, but knew he was a puppet to him for him now, for just a few moments more.
Rob nodded enthusiastically.
Andy watched him prance over, stand in front of Sam. Sam lowered his newspaper when he approached and waited for him to speak.
His mind was still fully concentrated on Rob.
“Sam, do you have feelings for Andy?”
“What?” Sam asked.
“Andy Gallagher. Do you have feelings for him? Romantic feelings? Because I have a feeling you do and aren’t telling him. And if you don’t you should tell him too.” Rob’s words rushed out, Andy was clearly struggling to articulate his words through him.
Andy was surprised his mind was concentrated for that long.
“Who are you?” Sam asked.
“Just answer the question.” Rob said it like the rustic biker gang member he probably was.
Rob banged his hands on the table and Sam flinched.
“Did Dean set you up to this?” Sam asked, before gasping. “Do you know me from uh…a previous case?” He asked.
Andy started to feel a bit guilty.
As if Sam had read Rob’s mind, he turned around and scoffed once he saw Andy standing next to his van far in the parking lot.
Andy lost concentration and let Rob go. Rob shrugged and walked away towards the sidewalk on the other side of the street. And Andy was just about to walk away too.
“Andy, come on, sit down, let's talk about this.” Sam called across the pavement.
Andy started blushing in embarrassment, he pulled his hands into his sleeves on instinct, he should’ve just asked himself.
“Alright, fine. But just so you know, that was some of my best mind control, freaky psychic work I’ve done in a while.” Andy bragged, hands raised defensively.
Andy stepped away from his van, making his way towards Sam’s table. He sat down in the empty seat across from Sam. They were metal chairs you’d normally see outside of cafes. Semi uncomfortable but tolerable.
“You could’ve just asked me yourself. That poor guy, doing the work for you.” Sam said, he took a sip of his coffee and placed the cup down.
“He thought the van was cool.” Andy shrugged, nervousness crept up his throat.
“I guess I can appreciate the concentration and the progress you’ve made with your mind control thing. You’re like some kind of mastermind.” Sam admitted and he put his mug down.
Andy blushed at the mastermind comment, Sam knew exactly what he was going for. After a few moments of silence, Andy noticed the lip gloss stain, purple and sparkly and yet subtle on the side of the white mug. Then looked at Sam’s lips, where a nice shade of clear blue rested atop his lips.
“Lip Gloss? You wear lip gloss?” Andy asked. “You’re like a Barbie who I can dress up in different ways.”
Sam raised his eyebrow in response. Andy couldn't help but notice how good Sam looked wearing lip gloss and how kissable his lips looked. He wouldn’t mention it though, not unless Sam did.
“Yea, it's whatever, I mean, I actually have a collection.”
“What flavor is that one?” Andy asked, pointing at the stain.
Sam shrugged and then Andy noticed a smirk start to form on Sam’s face.
“I could tell you, or you could guess.”
“Okay well, uh, is it something fruity?” Andy asked, starting to think of guesses, clearly avoiding the main conversation.
Sam shook his head, then reached over and grabbed hold of Andy’s collar across the table. The coffee finished, and the paper pushed aside. Andy pulled his hands into his sleeves even further now.
“I mean, you could guess by kissing me, if you’d like?” Sam asked.
And a light lit up in Andy’s eyes, and all the texts made sense, and all the cheeky remarks from Sam made sense. He was flirting. Andy finally was going to kiss the lips that looked so kissable moments before, because Sam wanted him to. He didn’t need to control someone, and get them to ask if Sam felt the same, because he’d been sending signals the whole time.
Andy leaned in, and kissed Sam, tasting the flavor of lip gloss on his lips. His stubble brushed slightly against Sam’s skin, and he liked that fact slightly more than he should. He kissed Sam gentle, and then kissed him hard and deep just to say he did. Then pulled back, thinking for a moment as Sam let go of his collar.
“Peppermint?” Andy asked.
Sam shook his head.
“Nope. You’ll have a better guess next time.” Sam assured him, before picking up his newspaper and reading again.
Andy slumped back into the seat across from Sam and considered what just happened.
“Next time? Does this mean… you have feelings for me?” Andy asked, fake shocked.
Sam peeked his eyes over the top of the newspaper at him, annoyed at the sarcasm.
“That is totally awesome and I definitely saw it coming and wasn’t doubting it at all.” Andy said proudly.
Sam rolled his eyes and looked back down at the opinions section on his newspaper.
“Sure you did.”
The second time Andy guessed, they had been standing in an elevator wearing suits and carrying counterfeit FBI badges in their pockets. Actually, they had been stuck in an elevator for a brief moment.
It was the middle of the afternoon in downtown Toronto, they had crossed the border, since Andy had always wanted to go to Canada. Sam had to go to the 39th floor of an office building to interview a witness, and Andy had the task of going to the 53rd floor to break into the photocopy room.
“God I hate elevators.” Andy groaned, as they both exited the lobby and entered the surprisingly spacious elevator, mirrors lined all four walls.
“I just find them boring.” Sam shrugged as the doors of the elevator closed, he went to press the 39th button and the 53rd.
“I always feel like they’re gonna stop and drop down. Like they do in those wacky horror films I always watched while stoned. At least it’d be like one of those rides at Disney.” Andy chuckled, poking Sam in the waist with his elbow.
Sam and Andy waited annoyed and impatiently, as they leaned on each other like ragdolls, they watched as the numbers illuminated above the door went from 1, to 10, and then to 15.
“You’re right. Elevators are super boring. Maybe we could convince the elevator to move faster with the power of my mind.” Andy joked, raising his finger to his skull.
After a moment, and a chuckle at Andy’s humor, the elevator stopped. Expecting the doors to open, and a person to walk in, they both waited. But the doors stayed closed, and the sudden realization that the elevator had stopped and they were stuck caught up to Andy.
“No way. This cannot be happening. This would be such an embarrassing death!” Andy exclaimed, getting closer to Sam and gripping tightly onto him, for some reason trying to climb him and get off the floor.
Sam gripped Andy tightly, and kissed his forehead.
“It’s going to be okay.” Sam whispered, then he smirked. “Maybe this will help to take your mind off of this…uh delay .” His voice seductive.
Andy was still looking at the floor of the elevator in fear.
“I really don’t think anything-” Andy stopped his actions and he watched Sam pull out a tube of lip gloss.
A small sparkly tube, that he had never been able to guess the flavor of. It was almost frustrating to him, and he knew Sam was entertained by his confusion.
Andy got excited, and watched Sam squeeze the tube and smear it onto his perfectly kissable lips. A subtle sparkly pink that matched his lip tone perfectly.
“I guess I could take a guess.” Andy said, shrugging. “But, let me press the alert button first.”
Andy leaned over and pressed the alert button, to alert someone that the elevator was stuck. And he tried to focus on the task at hand rather than his fear of the elevator dropping.
Sam pushed him up against the railings and the mirrors of the elevator, he pulled his right hand to rub up and down Andy’s clothed waist, and took his left hand and cupped Andy’s face. Feeling the stubble, before pressing his lips onto Andy’s in a flavorful and passionate kiss.
Andy pulled back, feeling anxious again about the elevator. He pressed his hands on Sam’s chest.
“No but seriously, what if we are stuck in here forever?” Andy asked. “Would you tell me the flavor of the lip gloss?”
Sam shook his head.
“We won’t be, and no, I wouldn’t. Would it help if I kissed you again?” Sam asked, sending Andy a wink.
Andy gave in, and nodded, attempting to calm himself down, and indulge in his boyfriend in front of him.
Andy pulled Sam down by the back of his neck and they slanted their lips to taste each other fully. Andy sighed, and smiled into the kiss, as he begged for somebody to fix the elevator, and at the same time, begged them not to interrupt that amazing kiss.
And just as Andy had silently prayed in his mind to get the elevator moving, he heard it ding before feeling it move below his feet, while they continued the kiss of a lifetime.
The elevator announced the 36th floor, and a man had stepped on after the doors opened, Sam and Andy quickly separated. Andy–who was somehow still standing, and much calmer than he had been before–placed his hands on the railing beside him. Sam’s smirk grew wider, and he placed his hand around Andy’s waist. The elevator doors closed, and Andy was blushing bright, glad the elevator was moving, feeling the anxiety being replaced by arousal.
“This elevator seems to get stuck a lot huh?” Sam asked, as the man pressed the button for the 43rd floor.
“Tell me about it.” The man answered, shrugging.
Sam rested his back against the elevator walls, and tilted his head up to watch the numbers count up. Andy knew Sam could tell the effect he had on him, he could feel the smugness radiating off of him.
“Strawberry?” Andy whispered, as Sam leaned his ear down toward his voice.
Sam shook his head.
“Good guess, but unfortunately incorrect.” Sam whispered.
And the elevator dinged again, stopping at the 39th floor. Andy placed his hand on his lips, then pulled his hands as far as he could into the sleeves of his blazer, and blushed vigorously as Sam swiftly and egotistically exited the elevator.
The third time Andy had guessed, and the only time Andy guessed correctly, was after Andy had fallen asleep after attempting to have sex with Sam after a particularly difficult case.
Andy and Sam had just finished a case together in Maine, and were both in need of some affection . It was 2:00am and raining hard, Andy could feel the rain in his shoes and the rain dripping on his face out of his hair.
They were both beyond soaked, and freezing cold. They were seated in the impala, sounds like sifting water under the tires as Sam drove, headlights shining through the tender cold. Andy in the passenger seat, he watched as rain fell on the windshield.
“Are we almost there?” Andy asked. “Or have we arrived in hell where my first round of psychological torture is me trapped on a highway that never ends?” Andy asked.
Andy’s back ached, his legs were bruised and he wanted to get some consensual action from his boyfriend.
“We’re pulling up now, drama queen.” Sam said, his eyes rolling in his sockets.
“Yay the queen of drama, pull up my throne and a million dollars.” Andy managed to joke out through a yawn.
God he was tired and horny and so sore. He cursed Sam for being immune to forms of chronic back pain even after years of shoveling up graves with his dad.
“We’re here your highness.” Sam grumbled, but laughed at himself.
Sam pulled up to a sketchy roadside motel in the impala, he parked, stepped outside of the driver seat door, and they both slammed the doors shut.
Andy looked towards their door, the one with the number 18 just a few steps ahead of them. The number was illuminated by the small light above the hallway.
Andy started walking towards the door, but noticed Sam had not moved. He turned around and saw Sam applying glimmering, subtle, maroon gloss. This one had a wand applicator and was mesmerizing to watch Sam apply. A new one. Or maybe one from his already expansive collection.
God he was already wanting Sam enough, and there he was applying lip gloss. And God he sure wanted to guess the flavor of that one.
“New one?”
“No, same one I wore when we shared that screw top bottle of rosé. On the kitchen floor in Ellen’s bar?” Sam asked.
Andy remembered the memory clearly, but was too focused on Sam’s mouth.
“How’d we end up on the floor anyway?” Andy asked, in reference to the memory. But didn’t wait for an answer. “Did I ever guess that flavor correctly? I think I deserve another guess.”
“I think you do too.” Sam answered, catching on, he put the gloss in his pocket.
Andy walked closer toward Sam and grabbed him by the soaked collar.
Andy kissed him hard . Harder than he’d ever kissed Sam before, all the while rain dripped into their hair and onto their skin in the darkness of the night. Sam was usually the one to initiate sex, but Andy had decided to be bolder than usual. Sam kissed back just as hard and sloppy as Andy, rubbing his thumb over Andy’s stubble.
Andy led them towards the door, kissing still, multitasking per say. The sound of Sam’s back crashing against the motel door had been the first thing they both giggled about that night. Andy wiped away the rain that fell on Sam’s face.
“Go ahead and guess.” Sam whispered, going in for another kiss.
“Cranberry?” Andy tilted his head to the side, to suck the skin under his ear, to leave a mark. “Or raspberry.” He smirked, as he pulled away.
Andy chuckled as he watched Sam throw his head back against the door, and whimper. He was melting into him.
“Nope. Better luck next time.” Sam moaned.
Sam pulled his right hand up to cup Andy’s face. Andy sighed in content when he felt Sam place his mouth on his neck while fumbling for the room key in his pocket.
“Hurry up.” Andy moaned. “Rain, want you, so cold.” He whined.
“Patience, Gallagher.” Sam whispered.
When Sam got the key out of his pocket, he handed it to Andy, since he was facing the lock. Sam led his lips up Andy’s jaw at the same moment he turned the key and pushed the door in.
Andy and Sam stumbled into the doorway. He pulled him by the collar again, and slanted his lips onto Sam’s mouth. Sam closed the door with his foot and he pushed Andy towards the bed, across the sketchy motel carpet and onto the bed covered in yellow flannel linens. When Andy laid down, Sam kissed him softly this time.
When Sam pulled apart from him, Andy admired him for a moment. God he was adorable, he was beautiful, he was smart, he had saved Andy’s life on multiple occasions. Andy couldn’t believe he got to call Sam his.
Sam had a hold on him that nobody did, he could touch him anywhere and he’d be hooked. Andy liked to think he had the same effect on Sam.
“Come on man, you gotta tell me the flavor.”
Andy sat up to tuck hair behind Sam’s ear, and laid back again feeling the comforter he was laying on become damp from his clothes, but embracing the warmth of the motel room anyways. Andy shivered a little, Sam noticed and helped to get his wet clothes off, leaving him in just a shirt and boxers. Andy‘s back still ached, but the soft mattress beneath him helped alleviate his pain a little.
“You’re amazing.” Sam whispered, he leaned down to kiss Andy again. “But horrible at this game we’ve made.”
Andy grinned softly pecking Sam’s lips then he indulged in the comfort of closing his eyes while laying on a comfortable bed and not in the back of his van.
“I’ll get it right eventually. Or I’ll force someone to find out for me. I’m a master of seduction.” Andy bragged.
Sam turned towards his suitcase and pulled out a flannel, and handed it to Andy.
“You want to wear this? Might be more comfortable to sleep in.” Sam suggested. “You can put it on after .” Sam winked.
Andy couldn’t argue, his tshirt was even soaked with rain, he shed his shirt, ready for Sam to indulge in him.
“I know you said you were going to shave, but I love your stubble, can you keep it one more day.” Sam begged, fake pouting, holding his hands up in a prayer.
Andy rolled his eyes, leaned over, and pressed his finger lightly onto Sam’s nose like a button.
“Fine. Only because you asked so nicely.”
“Okay where were we?” Sam asked, leaning down seductively, to resume the activities.
“Oh, I was about to latch onto you and never let go.” Andy whispered, before reaching to poke Sam’s waist.
Sam yelped and jumped laughing at the tickling sensation, then reached his hands in his jacket pocket ready to empty the contents and then take it off, he paused, patting all of his pockets.
“What?” Andy asked, clearly frustrated sexually and because he was so tired.
“I think I forgot my phone in the car.” Sam explained. “I’ll be back, don’t go anywhere.”
“Wasn’t planning on it.” Andy said with a wink.
Andy watched Sam walk out the door, he curiously pulled the flannel shirt over himself and buttoned up the buttons tiredly. He couldn’t resist putting it on, it just looked so cozy and he couldn’t wait. He then decided to just close his eyes for a moment, as the comforter surrounded him like a cloud.
Andy woke up to the sound of the bathroom door closing, groaned, turned over in bed, and looked at the clock on the bedside table, it had displayed 7:00am. He turned on the bedside lamp, and found that he was still wearing Sam’s flannel, but his socks were pulled off. He groaned, realizing he had fallen asleep before they could even start .
Andy heard the bathroom sink turn on then the splashing of water, then once it turned off, Sam stepped outside of the bathroom and grinned at Andy like a dork.
“Go back to sleep, sorry I woke you.” Sam whispered.
Sam wore nothing but boxers and Andy blushed at the sight of his boyfriend unclothed. Sure he had seen him naked tons of times, but this was also intimate, sleeping was intimate in a way that Andy also appreciated.
“You look like a dreamboat, gotta get you on the cover of a magazine.” Andy teased, sending groggy finger guns in Sam’s direction.
Sam strutted around the bed, he got in pulling the covers over the both of them and pulling Andy by the waist into his chest. He smothered Andy in kisses, and Andy laughed at the sensation.
“I have to say, you look good in my shirt.” Sam whispered.
“I’m sorry I fell asleep.” Andy groaned, hiding his head in Sam’s chest, the blush from his cheeks sank into his boyfriend's skin.
Sam pulled Andy’s face up to his, and kissed him sweetly like a prayer.
“Don’t apologize, you were obviously very tired, and that’s okay!” Sam assured Andy by rubbing Andy’s back with the back of his hand.
“Hey, what happened? There's no way I fell asleep in the time it took you to grab your phone.”
Sam let out a hard sigh.
“I was looking for my phone for 10 minutes, before I realized it had fallen under the seat.” Sam explained, in a frustrated, adorable way he always did.
“Sam Winchester struggling to keep track of his things? No way?” Sarcasm rolled out of Andy’s mouth. “Glad you found it though.”
Sam reached to swipe the hair out of Andy’s face. Andy needed a haircut desperately and of course a shave, which he would put off for one more day.
“I think the lip gloss was kind of a wine flavor.” Andy yawned, he rubbed his hand against Sam’s bare arm.
“You’re guessing now? The moment didn’t pass?”
Andy shrugged, finding Sam’s hand and interlacing their fingers together under the bedsheets.
“Well, am I right?”
“Yea, you actually are! Got it from a winery in Canada, the owner had a whole collection of lip gloss.” Sam’s lips titled down, that expression he had when he was impressed with something mundane.
Andy raised his hand tiredly, to signal to Sam that he must give Andy an obligatory high five. Sam gave in. Andy let out a big yawn, and realized how late it was.
“Tired?” Sam asked.
Andy nodded when Sam ran his fingers through his hair. He turned towards the lamp and turned it off. Andy stretched his limbs to melt further into Sam, and sighed.
“By the way, you talk in your sleep.” Sam whispered in the darkness of the room.
“Whatever, says the guy who moans my name in his sleep.”
Sam shushed him, by kissing his lips, sloppily, then his forehead.
“Goodnight sweetheart.” Sam whispered. “I look forward to all the other lip gloss kisses we’ll share.”
Andy’s chest burst into butterflies and he closed his eyes, cuddled into Sam’s body, and sank into sleep.