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The fact that they are walking down the streets of Boston with two guys who look identical to them turns a number of heads along the way. The Pulse is a place, so exclusive and renowned in the area, that there is no sign or logo indicating it on the facade of the modern 2-storey commercial building that it is in.

Sam and Dean both watch Jared and Jensen's backs as they enter the code along with the pre-approved visitor codes for the two hunters to enter the premises. The touchpad is tucked away in an alcove beside the back door of the place.

“You guys seriously own this?” Dean asks for the third time.

“Yeah,” Jensen replies, tone a little tight.

“Huh.”

Jared doesn’t blame Dean for double and triple checking things. He, himself, is still not entirely settled into the fact that Sam and Dean somehow universe jumped into their world and not only landed in their bathroom just shy of a week ago, but also claim to have met them before as some actors who play parts of hunters of the supernatural on a TV show.

Neither Jared nor Jensen had ever acted seriously. They’d been high-school sweethearts, against all odds, in separate schools in Texas. Both of them as bisexual as can be, exclusive with each other going on 15 years. They realized early on that they are stronger together than on their own. A dynamic that Sam and Dean resonated with very quickly.

5 Days Ago

“What the Hell!” Jensen slips and falls when he sees himself looking back at him through the steamed-up glass wall of their rainfall shower in the bathroom. Jared catches him preventing a tailbone-landing for Jensen.

“Oh God.” Comes the shocked exclamation from outside the shower, as Jared's ass presses against the glass wall, while he helps Jensen stand up.

“Yup, too much ass.” Jensen hears a voice say in agreement, in a tone that sounds just like his own but a touch deeper.

Jensen and Jared scramble for their towels that sit on the chrome towel rack attached to the sliding door of the shower and swiftly wrap them around their hips. Jensen fumbles his which draws a stare from the two strangers standing across from them in the spacious marble-floored bathroom. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He growls at the intruders.

“What the actual fuck, who let you in here?” Jared steps forward, in full-Dom mode and walks up to the guy standing nose-to-nose to him, clearly expecting him to cower and be intimated. However, the carbon copy of Jared doesn’t back down, not even a little bit. In fact, he seems to reinforce his stance, giving Jared a stern look that speaks of how unimpressed he is.

“Okay, okay, okay, how about we all take a step back, huh? And drop the posturing?” Jensen intervenes and physically inserts himself between two majestic versions of Jared that he wouldn’t mind experiencing at the same time.

Two sets of annoyed, hazel eyes glare at him and he swallows emptily, feeling very much like prey when he should be upset, angry, anything but lightly aroused. “Okay, seriously, drop it with the eyefucking. You’re looking at me like you’re gonna bend me over and spit roast me,” Jensen accuses them both, and gets a small smile from Jared while the other guy blushes.

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“Seriously, though. Who are you and why are you in our bathroom?” Jared asks after simmering down a bit.

“Heh, well it’s gonna sound crazy.” The guy who looks like a younger version of Jensen starts with. “We, erm… Sammy, a little help here?” Everyone’s gaze swivels over to Jared’s look-a-like.

“I’m Sam, this is Dean, we’re hunters and we tried to escape a situation in our world and must have mixed up our coordinates because this is not where we were supposed to end up.”

“What are you saying? Mixed up coordinates, like on your GPS?” Jared asks, trying to make sense of what the guy is saying.

“No, it’s an artifact, it allows us to travel through time and space,” Sam says, lips in a thin line, eyes serious and earnest, and Jared somehow knows that the guy is being serious. It’s exactly how he’d say something wild and out there when he wanted whoever was across from him to take it at face value. At the same time, he doesn’t fault Jensen, who can’t help but huff out a laugh at the insanity of it.

“You realize time travel is fiction? Something that happens in movies?” Jensen clarifies.

“Dean told you that it’s gonna sound crazy. It’s a one-way ticket for us unless our friend Cas figures out the breadcrumb trail we left along the way.”

“Cas?”

“You don’t wanna know,” Dean assures them.

“Well, spill. If you actually want us to not call the cops and have you arrested for home invasion.” Jared threatens with a sharp sting of warning in his voice.

“Alright, alright, let’s not make any hasty decisions, here.” Dean uses the same kind of smile Jensen does when he’s trying to assuage a difficult customer or is faced with someone who doesn’t believe in their lifestyle. The physical similarities are uncanny to Jared.

“Cas or Castiel, he’s a friend of ours, an angel. Yes, he has wings, no he does not have a harp and I’ve never seen his halo, before you even ask,” Dean explains, talking quickly.

“And how can this Cas bring you back home?”

“His grace, the life force of an angel in our world. It allows them to travel through time and bring humans along if they want to,” Sam elaborates.

The conversation goes on for quite some time, disbelieving eyebrows shooting up in the sky before they finally settle, as Sam and Dean answer every single one of Jared and Jensen’s questions. Being in the adult film industry for as long as they have been, they can tell when someone fibs and these two men are not.

None of the usual red flags go off while they talk to Sam and Dean, their answers are immediate, given with solid eye contact and body language that matches that of someone telling the truth.

“So, hold on. You said you met us before? Jared and me?” Jensen clarifies after Sam and Dean finish explaining how they’ve traveled worlds before during a celestial conflict.

“Well, we just got here and talking to you, you are definitely not the same Jared and Jensen because those two couldn’t stand each other.”

“How do you mean?”

“They were playing us, Sam and Dean in a TV show. From talking with the crew and Sam’s, I mean that Jared’s wife Ruby, they never talked or hung out.”

“Yup, definitely a different version of us?” Jared hedges, not quite believing what he’s saying.

“Pretty much.” Sam agrees without hesitation. “If there is one parallel world to ours, there may be others, such as the one right here that we landed in.”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but it does make sense because you’re not just a little bit like us physically. I mean you, Sam, have the exact same moles that I do and looking at you is like looking into a mirror.”

Sam shrugs and Jared can tell he doesn’t really have more to say at the moment.

It is Jensen who ultimately declares the interrogation over and fills the momentary silence. “Okay, so you guys are here to stay for a while? Now that we’ve gotten the existential details out of the way, let's move on to more important topics, shall we? Who’s hungry and what’s your drink of choice?”

***

“Did you peg them as brothers?” Jensen asks Jared keeping his voice low, as he’s grabbing drinks from the fridge and hands them to Jared who uncaps the bottles.

“Nope, they seem as attuned to each other as you and me. Figured they were close.”

“Huh. Yeah, same.” Jensen agrees.

“Pretty wild, the entire thing, isn’t it?” Jared states as he takes a swig of beer.

“It is, but not once did they stumble or hesitate. Other you has an answer to every question you asked him and that says a lot.” Jensen half-jokes.

“It’s a crazy story but when two people show up who look identical to you. I mean that just doesn’t happen, you know?”

“Well, apparently it does, and we made it in Hollywood North in some other world.” Jensen smirks before he leads the way out of the kitchen three beer bottles in hand for Sam, Dean and himself.

“I wouldn’t change a thing about our lives, Jen.”

“Me neither.” Jensen turns and kisses Jared before rejoining their visitors in the living room.

***

Many beers and lots of food later, steak dinners and burgers, the four of them are buzzing, tongues a bit looser, eyes a bit glassy and each of them happy and tipsy.

“Let’s play spin the bottle,” Jared suggests.

Jensen groans in mock annoyance. “Do not pick truth unless you’re willing to put out, okay? Okay?” Jensen points a wavering index finger in Sam and Dean’s general direction.

Jared doesn't play fair and pulls out a bottle of aged bourbon that they'll be drinking while playing. He can see Dean’s eyes light up with appreciation and sees him makes grabby hands for it.

“How do we ask nicely, Dean?” Jared locks a hard gaze on him, curious how Dean will react and is delighted when the hunter licks his lower lip before biting it between his teeth and looks up at Jared from the floor where he sits flanked by Jensen and Sam. A pink blush dances across Dean’s cheeks and Jared falls just a little bit in love with him on the spot.

“Please, may I see the bottle?”

“Good boy,” Jared praises, and Dean bites back a strangled noise.

Jared notices Jensen’s stink eye and Sam’s eyes are glued to Dean before he shakes his head and asks a question about the rules of the game. Turns out that neither Sam nor Dean have ever played the game before.

With Sam to his right and Jensen to his left, the only seat for Jared is immediately across from Dean and he offers for him to go first. The rules are simple, the person the bottle neck points at when it stops moving, has to either kiss the player that spun the bottle, or answer a truth question, or complete a dare.

“Also, there’s something you two should know about us before we start. Jared and I are a couple, happily married in fact, and we run a club together and used to do adult movies. Ours is also a selectively open marriage, and you two definitely qualify as a situation that we’d want to explore if you’re open to it. You know, as part of spinning the bottle,” Jensen saves himself at the last second and Jared covers up his mouth to hide the smirk, not wanting to take away from the fairly serious proposition.

“Yeah, so yeah, we’re good with that too, right Dean?” Sam answers and clears his throat, his tall body a bundle of nerves.

“Alright, let’s do this!” Dean exclaims and goes for it, the bottle spins quite violently and bonks Sam in the shin, neck first. Sam kind of lifts his crossed legs out of the way at the last second but the aim is true and he looks over at Dean.

Jared is fascinated by the interaction that follows and watches them closely. The body language is magnificent because they both kind of stiffen up a little bit, furtive glances at him and Jensen as if checking in with them. Dean actually wraps and runs his palm around the back of his neck before dropping it in his lap, eager for Sam to decide. Jared recognizes it as the nervous gesture that Jensen does sometimes too. Sam’s clearly thinking about his options and uses the bottle like a fidget spinner while he mulls it over.

As much as Jared wants to say for them to kiss already, he knows, this can’t be rushed.

“What’s it gonna be, Sam?” Jensen interjects bumping his elbow into Sam’s jovially.

“I’ll take a dare,” Sam answers eventually and Jared sees how Dean’s shoulders deflate just a touch.

“I dare you to…hmm… kiss Jensen.” Dean flushes bright red the moment his words are out, and Sam looks at him like a deer caught in headlights.

“Bring it in big boy.” Jensen smiles at him and waits.

“You really are okay with me kissing him?” Sam asks Jared, who nods and asks him to please go ahead. Seeing someone who looks like him kiss Jensen, would make a less secure man jealous but all it does is make things stir in Jared’s pants. Sam is clearly not inexperienced and leans forward toward Jensen, one palm flat on the carpet, the other hand cradling his chin.

Are his hands truly that gigantic on Jensen? Jared marvels as he watches Sam move Jensen’s chin into place, tilts it up a little and kisses him. Solid, no hesitation and with his eyes closed. The true show however plays out on Dean’s face, eyes wide, hips shifting a little and his tongue unconsciously tracing his lower lip when Sam nips at Jensen’s as if mimicking the motion.

Jared realizes just how far gone for Sam Dean is and makes it his very mission to get these two to realize the sexual tension that is building in the room between them.

The game continues with various shots of expensive whiskey and many truths, dares and more kisses. When finally, the bottle spun by Jared lands on Dean, he knows this is the perfect opportunity to play a little match maker. Dean flushes as Jensen reminds him of his options, clearly more than envisioning all of them before he says with a little fake confidence that he’ll take a dare.

“I dare you to kiss Sam, like you mean it, on the lips,” Jared announces.

Jensen claps his hands in amusement. He has been on the same wavelength with Jared the entire time and watches curiously as the two brothers stare at each other, their bodies relaxed but tension building as Sam looks at Dean with a kind of vulnerability that makes Jared feel just slightly guilty.

“Dean, I mean, if…” Jared starts, intent on back pedaling, worried he’s pushed them too far, too fast.

Dean holds his hand up to Jared’s face to stop him talking and takes a deep breath. A brittle, unsure smile graces his beautiful lips as he matches the raw openness that rolls off of Sam in spades. The undercurrent between them is made up of love, longing and want.

“Sammy?”

Sam swallows emptily, hands wringing in his lap where he sits, slight sheen of perspiration on his forehead, before he nods in the affirmative. Unlike Sam and Jensen earlier, this is different, layered upon something huge, something meaningful that had taken a lifetime to build. Dean moves forward as does Sam, their knees sliding into each other like a jigsaw puzzle, the bottle nudged to the side before Dean cups the side of Sam’s face, fingers ghosting through his hair a bit as he pulls him in close, going cross-eyed before they both close their eyes and their lips meet. Tentative, new and inexperienced with each other at first, eager and anxious the longer it lasts. The world around them falls away as their everything is reduced to each other.

Sam grabs a handful of Dean’s shirt at his back where he has wrapped his arm around him, as if trying to bring him close enough for them to become one to eliminate all distance between them. It’s the need for air that forces them to break apart, and they both blush adorably when they realize that Jared and Jensen are still there. Both of them looking on with these cheesy, wholesome smiles.

“Now you two, don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t have this? The lives you live, the odds you faced and will face again in the future, you are like soulmates or something, meant to be. That connection is palpable,” Jared implores and sets the bottle aside, figuring the game is over, mission accomplished.

“Hah, nuhu, no stopping the game with a chick flick moment. I wanna see you guys make out now that we have given you a little show,” Dean jokes and neither Jared nor Jensen would ever step down from a challenge like that.

“You sure you’re up for that? You do realize that we own a literal sex club?”

“You what?” Dean exclaims.

“Yeah, it’s a high-end BDSM club to put it bluntly but yeah, it’s all ours and challenging us to make out for show... Well, you don’t have to ask twice,” Jared explains with a slow, sultry smile.

“What kind of club did you think two adult entertainment actors run? A book club?” Jensen asks teasingly.

Dean is speechless for a second and looks between them, as if trying to gauge the legitimacy of their statement.

“So, I gotta know, are you versatile or both Doms?” Dean’s eyes bugged out at that question from Sam, completely overwhelmed by the terminology and how confidently Sam uses it.

“Oooh, someone is spicier than they look, huh?” Jensen teases Sam.

“We’re versatile with each other and out there mostly Doms. There’s a higher demand for Doms than there is for submissives.” Jared explains matter-of-factly.

“How about you Sam? Any preference?” Sam realizes that by asking the question he opens himself up to being queried about the very same thing, and he glances over at Dean, who looks a bit shell-shocked. “I’m a Dom through and through, gone through a few things that make it hard for me to trust someone enough to give up control in the way a submissive does, despite them being the one to run the show.”

A strange choked-off sound issues from Dean’s throat and his ears, cheeks and neck are aflame with…shame? Guilt? Maybe arousal? Jared can’t quite tell but is intrigued.

“Well, if you’re up for it, we have a public night on Fridays, you guys should come. Can you imagine the four of us playing? We’d look like a dual set of identical twins,” Jensen muses out loud.

Jared licks his lip and bites the lower one. The thoughts and visuals that Jensen’s suggestion drives in his mind are magnificent. He sees that Dean is struggling a bit, and decides to try and give him a break.

“Hey Jen, can you help me in the kitchen? I think we’re all a bit too sloshed and could use some food.” Jared nods over at Dean and Jensen understands, the kind of intuitive communication without words that takes a lifetime to build.

“Yeah, you bet, sugar. We’ll be back in a few, you guys, okay?” Jensen asks and gets a clear affirmative answer from Sam and a distracted nod from Dean.

***

“Are you alright, Dean? You look terrified.” Sam says and waits for Dean to react and isn’t quite ready for what Dean says next.

“I’d be versatile for you.”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean if you wanted to give that a try, it doesn't have to be sexual or nothing.” It is Sam’s turn to be speechless. Dean does know the terms, and he just offered to do a scene with Sam. What exactly that entails, he isn’t sure, but it’s more than he could have ever hoped for.

“Dean, we actually kissed for the first time today and you want to do a BDSM scene with me?”

“Fine, forget I even said it, clearly I’m barking up the wrong tree.” Dean’s reaction to Sam’s answer is explosive, or at least he seems to try and make it so. He shoots up from kneeling on the floor only to lose his balance and tumbles into Sam, who hasn’t changed his position and catches him as best he can.

He ends up with a half a lap full of Dean and their faces close, too close to talk and just an inch away from kissing again. They can smell the alcohol on each other’s breath that should make them both pull away but neither of them does.

“That kiss, it meant something to me, you know?” Sam hedges carefully and runs his palm up and down Dean’s shoulder and arm, soothing to himself and hopefully to his brother too. “Maybe I would want it to be sexual, if we did something like that?” There, it was out on the table, hanging between them heavily for a moment, growing weightier by the second.

“Me too, it meant something to me, too. Never thought I’d be allowed, hell, fully expect you to run for the hills still. What kind of guardian and big brother would I be lusting after you.” Dean looks off to the side as he says all that and Sam feels him playing with the hem of his shirt, seeking touch just like Sam is doing.

“What if…What if it’s all mutual and maybe we can have this? At the very least here in this world, nobody knows us here. Those two definitely don’t care.” Sam nods toward the kitchen where he hears their doppelgangers chatting. “Why… erm… why not try it?”

“But it’s wrong, Sam. You’re family, you’re my baby brother, I can’t do that to you.”

“Last I checked, you were asking me to do things to you, unless I got that point wrong and you want to Dom me?”

“No, god, no, I mean, I’d be willing to try, if that’d work for you, too.” Dean realizes partway through what he disclosed with his reaction and looks at Sam’s collar bone rather than at his face. He feels ripped-open and vulnerable, his body sort of curling in on himself a bit and Sam tries to put the pieces together.

“Dean, there’s no shame or guilt in wanting to submit to someone, you realize that right?” Sam looks at the side of Dean’s face and when he doesn’t budge, gently tips it up by cradling Dean’s chin in his palm until he meets his eyes. “There is no need for guilt or shame in this. I’m not a kid anymore, and as far as I can tell, we feel the same about each other, full-grown men with more life and trauma under our belts to last multiple lifetimes. Also, I’m not sure there is anyone out there who would truly understand just how it is to live as us, you know?”

Dean looks at Sam, eyes glassy with unshed tears and Sam realizes that Dean is in fact completely panicked and terrified. He hasn’t seen him like this in a long time, and it is rare for Dean to lay himself bare like that. Sam knows what it takes for his brother to let someone in.

“Come here.” He hugs him close, Dean rearranges himself slightly so he’s bracketing Sam’s narrow hips, while Sam’s legs are together and straight out under Dean. Once he can, he hugs right into Sam, so tightly, so close, hitching breaths evening out against Sam’s shoulder, as he simply holds him close. “You never told anyone this before, haven’t you?” A head shakes against him, Dean’s five o’clock shadow scratching against the fabric of Sam’s shirt on his shoulder.

Jared and Jensen watch from the kitchen and decide to leave them a note and not interrupt. Sam and Dean find it about half an hour later with a set of towels, some spare clothing for the both of them, a set of toothbrushes and tooth paste and an unopened stick of anti-perspirant. The note is a blanket invitation to feel at home and help themselves to anything in the fridge, food or drink if they’re still hungry.

For the first time in their lives, Sam and Dean share a bed, for real, legs entangled, arms wrapped around each other as they fall into a deep, restful sleep.

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The days that follow are like a dream. Like the universe is giving them something neither Sam nor Dean ever thought they could ever have and yet here they are. Reading the morning paper by extension on Jensen and Jared’s spare devices, playing wordle with each other and having lazy morning sex. Exploring and loving one another freely, sometimes even with Jared or Jensen as part of the mix. A borrowed life away from the gritty, harsh of their usual lives.

Sam realizes just how much Dean thrives, how he mellows out when he’s just warming Sam’s cock before they fall asleep for the night. He thinks of it as a priceless gift, a side of Dean, he realizes, that was always his to begin with but never came out to play. Dean can be boisterous, put on old-school masculinity and be macho at times, but when he is hunting, he is a complete badass, downright lethal, in fact. But there is something so personal about Dean showing his proverbial soft underbelly, being open and vulnerable in a way he isn’t with anyone else that makes Sam feel loved and respected.

It’s Friday morning, and Sam gently rolls his hips against Dean’s from behind, as they lazily wake up with Dean as the little spoon. Sam’s morning wood slides in between his thighs, soft little moans escaping from Dean’s lips. “Morning Dean.”

“Morning, Sunshine,” Dean rumbles back before he hisses when Sam pinches one of his nipples with his fingers. “You’re insatiable, Sammy.”

“Are you complaining?”

“Nu…ngh…no,” Dean answers as Sam squeezes his other nipple before rubbing his finger across it to make it sting a little bit, knowing full well that it makes Dean’s cock jump with interest.

“Tonight’s the big night. Are you still good with what we’ve been discussing with Jared and Jensen?”

Sam kisses the side of Dean’s neck and noses up along the soft skin there, right underneath his earlobe, which he nibbles on playfully and feels the responding shudder race down Dean’s spine.

“Yeah, once in a lifetime opportunity.”

“That’s not what I asked. Context or opportunity aside, are you comfortable with the idea?”

“Green as my eyes, Sammy, is how I feel about it,” Dean jokes, making reference to the stoplight system they’ve been working with the last few days; green for go, yellow for slow down, and red for stop.

“Amazing, now let’s see how open you are from last night still, think you can take me?”

A deliberate roll of Dean’s tight ass against Sam’s cock is all the answer he needs. A splash of lube, slick fingers opening Dean back up enough to make it comfortable, and a handful of hard, deep thrusts is all it takes for Sam to spill inside him. Dean clenches hard around his softening length when he comes into his own hand moments later.

“They’re gonna make us pay for the water and electricity bill with all the extra laundry we’re causing them,” Dean chuckles as he goes to wipe his hand clean on the fitted sheet, intercepted by Sam who brings it up to his lips and licks every last drop of come from Dean’s fingers like it’s the best dessert he’s ever tasted.

“Like I said; fucking insatiable,” Dean huffs out.

***

The fact that they are walking down the streets of Boston with two guys who look identical to them turns a number of heads along the way. The Pulse is a place so exclusive and renowned in the area that there is no sign or logo indicating it on the facade of the modern 2-storey commercial building.

Sam and Dean both watch Jared and Jensen's backs as they enter the code along with the pre-approved visitor codes for the two hunters to enter the premises. The touchpad is tucked away in an alcove beside the back door of the place.

“You guys seriously own this?” Dean asks for the third time.

“Yeah,” Jensen replies, tone a little tight.

“Huh.”

Jared doesn’t blame Dean for double and triple checking things. He, himself, is still not entirely settled into the fact that Sam and Dean somehow universe jumped into their world and not only landed in their bathroom just shy of a week ago, but also claim to have met them before as some actors who play parts of hunters of the supernatural on a TV show.

Neither Jared nor Jensen had ever acted seriously. They’d been high-school sweethearts, against all odds, in separate schools in Texas. Both pursued some generic degrees but really just wanted to go out on their own and move to a place that accepted them. Both of them as bisexual as can be, exclusive with each other going on 15 years. They realized early on that they are stronger together than on their own. A dynamic that Sam and Dean have resonated with very quickly this week.

Jared holds the door open for the other three and they file past him down the well-lit corridor with dark-gray walls decorated with artistic framed BDSM-themed photographs.

“These are all club members; we offer a photoshoot event once a year. It’s a fundraiser for a local charity done our way,” Jared explains.

Dean watches the framed images go by, seeing men and women in various stages of undress and predicaments, every one sensual and expressive despite being a still snapshot in time, all in grayscale only. He finds one that is of Jensen and Jared. Jensen is kneeling naked at Jared’s feet, his arms in a leather armbinder, while he gazes up at him with complete adoration, trust and love. Jared is cradling his chin in his hand, looking down at him with the same emotions radiating back, frozen in time in the candid shot by whoever took the photograph. The initials in the bottom right corner say JDM.

“Jeff’s a fantastic photographer. If you’re lucky he’ll be around tonight and we can do introductions,” Jensen explains in passing as he moves past Sam and Dean.

Sam comes to stand next to Dean and exclaims a quiet wow when he sees the pose. “They do look amazing together, don’t they?”

“Can we really have this, Sammy? Is it really okay?” Dean bites his lower lip in a weird mix of arousal, hope and the last vestiges of guilt and shame which boil uncomfortably inside his belly.

“Yes, Dean. We can have this.” Sam wants to say that they can have this not just here but in their home world too; that it is for them to decide, but he doesn’t want to push Dean, doesn’t want him to lock up and run scared. Perhaps he wouldn’t clam up, but this is too fragile and too important. Sam lets touch do the talking and wraps an arm around Dean’s shoulders, kisses him on the cheek and steers him toward where Jensen and Jared are waiting for them at the end of the hallway. Dean wraps his arm around Sam’s waist, and he’d never admit to the butterflies in his stomach out loud, but they are definitely there and real.

***

“It’s going to be just the four of us, no public interaction, no viewers; Jensen, Sam, you Dean, and me.”

They are in a generous playroom kept in dark grays, white, and black with light gray accents and a king-sized bed covered in satin, midnight-blue bedding.

Dean stands between them in just a pair of black silk boxers a few paces away from the bed. The underwear is borrowed from Jensen and Dean looks at the three of them around him. He isn’t sure he can do this; his mind and gut are rocking and rolling between wanting to drop to his knees and sprinting out the door right this second. Sam steps behind him and Dean feels his body heat radiate along his back, not touching, just hovering there, one grounding palm on his shoulder as Jared explains the scenario to him.

“You got your safewords, if your mouth is occupied, you tap any one of us with your fingers and if your hands are bound, we will give you a clicker. If something is too intense you click it, everything stops, and we’ll check in with you.”

Jared holds out the small mechanical device to Dean and has him test-click it a bunch of times. The thought of being trained like a dog with it by Sam flashes through Dean’s mind and he blushes with the thought of it.

“You’re gonna have to tell us what you just thought about, if you are willing to share,” Jared quips good-naturedly and brushes his thumb across Dean’s cheekbones in a tender caress, skin heated in a blush beneath it.

“Maybe later,” Dean squeaks out.

“We will only do the things we discussed previously, hard limits are exactly that, to be respected and maintained. Doms can safeword too, the same rules apply.”

“Yes, Sir,” Dean answers, can’t really help it with the aura that is rolling off of Jared right now. Gone is the puppy dog, happy-go-lucky floppy-haired guy and replaced by a well-versed, highly experienced Dom who doesn’t require much more than his presence in the room to demand attention.

“Good boy,” Jared praises, and Dean leans back against Sam at that, needs him there to know he’s not alone in this, and that he’s allowed to just be like this.

“Alright Dean, this is all about making you feel good. As soon as anything doesn’t sit right, you are not allowed to toughen it out or muddle your way through. I need you to promise that you’ll tell us, no hesitation,” Sam explains right into Dean’s ear, in an even tone of voice that commands respect and makes Dean pay attention.

“Yes, Sir,” Dean answers and the act of formally addressing two Doms like that makes his cock twitch. Jensen will be subbing alongside him, the scene was all worked out beforehand and Dean’s a little self-conscious, doesn’t really think he deserves all of this just to get his rocks off. His doubts must show in his face.

“Okay little one, none of that.” Jared tips his chin up with a long index finger, makes Dean look at him before he leans in and kisses him chastely. Different from Sam but so oddly familiar while he can sense Sam at his back, palms wandering down to his hips, fingertips pressing in possessively, but not painfully. Sam, Jared and Jensen are all still fully dressed in various color combinations of tank tops and jeans, all of them barefoot. Any other scenario, with any other people, there is no way Dean would even remotely feel comfortable with this.

“Ready?” Sam coos in Dean’s ear, breath whispering against his skin before he nibbles at his earlobe.

“Yea-as, Sir,” Dean stutters, because Jared is busy layering kisses down the side of his neck and he sees Jensen move too, watches him undress until he’s standing in a pair of forest green silk boxers; the same attire as Dean, which relaxes him a little bit. His doppelganger moves in close now and gracefully drops to his knees to pull down Dean’s underwear.

“So beautiful Dean, half-hard already for the three of us,” Sam murmurs, and watches the action over Dean’s shoulder, praising him and feeling his back shiver against him. “Why don’t you show him how amazing your lips are, Jen?” Sam suggests, and watches as Jensen follows the gentle command and takes Dean down to the root, all the while looking up at identical, lust-filled green eyes that watch his every move. When Jensen tightens his lips around his cock and licks along the underside of it, nearly popping off of him, Dean’s head flops back onto Sam’s shoulder, who watches Dean’s restless fingers dig into Jensen’s hair and can see how hard he fights himself to not thrust forward.

It’s a complete mindfuck to be holding Dean and seeing someone who looks just like him sucking him off. It is also incredibly hot, and Sam grinds his hips against Dean’s. His borrowed jeans from Jared quickly become too tight in the crotch, but he ignores it in favor of savoring Dean in his arms. His brother’s body is liquid and pliant with unashamed arousal. Sam senses movement in the corner of his eyes and spots Jared a few feet away grabbing something from the nearby bed.

“Ngh… Jen... I’m gonna… fuck…” Dean pleas, his hips rolling and tilting while Jensen makes him see stars.

“Not yet, beautiful,” Jared intervenes, yanking Jensen off of Dean’s cock, leaving both Dean and him half-lidded and moaning in disappointment. “Patience, boys.” He pulls Jensen backward a bit, putting a couple of paces between them and the Winchesters until he comes to stand behind Jensen. Jared pets his hair and has him spread his legs a little more where he is kneeling and his head and spine fall back against Jared’s thigh. Sam and Dean watch as Jensen nuzzles into the soft worn-fabric of Jared’s black denim and moves into the touch of Jared’s hands. They can see how at ease his body is, trust and commitment written all over his skin.

“Ready, darling?” Jared drawls in a voice that sounds like liquid fire.

“Yes, Master,” Jensen answers and moves his head away so Jared can put the contoured leather blindfold on him. It sits buckled around his head and is completely lightfast. Dean notices how Jensen’s body relaxes just that much more, shoulders dropping a bit, his breathing steady and slow once his sight is taken away, and Dean knows he’s next.

“Stay, right here, Jen,” Jared prompts.

“Yes, Master.”

Jared makes sure that Jensen doesn’t lose his balance and then walks, no, stalks over to Sam and Dean, only coming to a stop when he’s got Dean flush against his front. They are almost too close to even see each other’s faces and Jared kisses him again, grinding his bulging crotch against Dean’s erection.

He sighs and tries to roll his hips between them until Jared swiftly fits the same kind of blindfold over top of Dean’s eyes. That makes the older hunter go completely still between them, his breathing picks up as he tries to adjust to being in the dark, keeping his calm. Normally, being blindfolded is a bad thing, a life-or-death type of bad thing. It takes him a few moments to soothe his own instincts and sink into the experience.

Jared checks that it is not too tight by sliding a fingertip between skin and leather before he cups Dean’s face gently, running his thumb across Dean’s lower lip, delighted when they part for him willingly and trusting. “So beautiful Dean.”

“Bring him over to the bed, Sam?” The statement from Jared is voiced as a question, from one Dom to another and Dean’s breath stutters with the implication of it, the reality of this actually happening. He grabs hold of Sam’s hands still on his hips and intertwines his fingers with his.

***

“I gotcha, Dean, you’re safe. Follow my lead, come here.” Sam takes one of Dean’s hands in both of his and starts pulling him in the direction of the bed. Dean takes hesitant steps like a fawn, unsure on his legs. It hits Sam all at once just how responsible he is for Dean in this very moment. How the roles are reversed and Dean is placing his full trust in him right now. A lump forms at the back of his throat but he stays the course.

He feels Jared more than sees him, and by lifting his head a bit, he’s in his line of sight, nodding at him in understanding as Sam swallows and nods back. Sam imagines the lump dissolving, reinforcing him and this connection that is taking shape between him and Dean with the help of two guys who are identical to them in so many ways and yet so different.

***

The soft bedding rubs at Dean’s shins and he bends at the knees, Sam is gently guiding him until he is on his back, his head supported by a pillow and his arms at his sides. Sam’s touch leaves and he can hear movement in the room, a gust of air as someone moves close but doesn’t touch. He brings his hands in to hug his own torso, his arousal flagging as he floats untethered like an unanchored boat in the sea, for what are likely just a few seconds. His knees bend and straighten back out restlessly. “Ye-yellow.” His voice is hesitant and small, and yet resoundingly loud in the quiet of the room.

“Good job, darlin’,” comes Jared’s soothing baritone, a slight Texan twang to his words that Sam doesn’t have. “When you’re blindfolded and nobody’s touching you, that can be disorienting. You did so good, letting us know.”

Lips find Dean’s and he knows they are Sam’s without a shadow of a doubt. “You look gorgeous like this Dean, all those freckles, lean muscle underneath your skin, flexing and relaxing, these beautiful lips of yours,” Sam kisses him again for emphasis, before he continues, “your broad shoulders that kept me safe all my life, that strong neck of yours that deserves to be marked up with kisses and nips as you let the euphoria of all of this wash over you. Nothing but love, reverence and appreciation for the man that you are and have become.”

Dean feels a set of hands pick up his left foot and soft lips kissing the inside of it, plush, dry and perfect, a little uncoordinated; blindfolded Jensen, whose other palm rests just above the ankle on Dean’s right leg. It’s new and different, he’s never had anyone caress his feet or legs like that, never really took the time for such pleasantries and would usually be a bit too tipsy to appreciate it, if it were to happen.

Sam’s kiss is searing hot and makes Dean’s toes curl, as his tongue explores his mouth shamelessly and Dean lets him, before his fingers find Sam’s floppy hair to hold on to while yet another set of hands finds Dean’s other hand on the bedding. Jared, Dean thinks, as he relishes how his hand is cupped in two larger ones, lifted like a precious gem before a line of soft kisses is layered from the tip of his fingers, across his palm and down the inside of his wrist. Everything is amplified without being able to see what is going on, his skin vibrating with pleasure.

He keens at the back of his throat when Sam nips and pulls at his bottom lip with his teeth before he retreats and nuzzles into the side of Dean’s throat, leaving a string of soft pecks in his wake and works his way down to Dean’s collar bone. Sam sucks a rough hickey into his pec just above the anti-possession tattoo and tickle-licks Dean’s nipple until he arches up into his giving mouth.

A soft chuckle floats up to Dean’s ears, his mind and body alive, awash with stimulation from the various points of contact, each touch sending soft waves of pleasure and sharp zings of arousal through him, everything cumulating at his core. His cock leaks steadily onto his lower belly, twitching and rock-hard.

They are all working toward each other, Jared making his way toward Dean’s face, hands tangling in his hair to keep him still, just so he can ravage Dean’s lips like Sam already did. Jensen is making Dean shiver and shudder as he continues mapping out a path with his lips up the inside of his thighs now, while Sam is still lavishing attention to Dean’s very sensitive nipples.

Dean can feel how kiss-swollen his lips are, what he must look like after Jared is done claiming him like this, and feels him run a finger across them before his touch leaves Dean entirely.

At that very moment, Sam nips hard on his nipple and Dean tries to get away, tries to push into his mouth begging for more without conscious thought, and feels Sam twist and squeeze his other nipple in tune with the first. All of that delicious pain is countered by Jensen having made it to Dean’s crotch. He nuzzles against his balls and sucks them into his mouth, tongue lapping at them hungrily, hollowing his cheeks a bit, while he rubs Dean’s perineum in firm circular motion with his thumb. The sensation relaxes Dean, his body and mind floating as Sam soothes the sting on his chest with his tongue and soft tender touches of his fingers.

“Nghaaaaah…” a quiet, content drawn-out sound works its way out of Dean’s throat and at last Jared is back too, kissing his cheek, somehow positioned at his shoulder and almost above him on the bed. Large palms frame his rib cage on both sides, touch firm so as not to be tickling while he brings Dean’s arms up to the headboard. Dean struggles against the hold, tries to free his wrists when he feels Jared pinning his hands above his head in one of his, but his grip is strong and unyielding. Dean whimpers, makes noises he’s never heard himself make as he realizes that he isn’t a match for Jared.

“Give me your color, gorgeous,” comes Jared’s smooth baritone right in Dean’s ear, a whisper that tickles across his skin.

“Green, Sir. It’s green.”

“Thank you, Dean.”

Something other than Jared’s hands closes around one of his wrists first, the jangle of chain links sounds, and then his other wrist is similarly restrained. The material is soft and comfortable on his skin but also has no give when he pulls, Dean’s arms now anchored up above his head.

“Padded cuffs for comfort, pretty boy,” Jared explains and laces his fingers with Dean’s. The touch grounds him, and he can scent Jared like this, clean sweat, that woodsy aftershave of his. He senses that Jared is really close and has half a mind to try and lean up and kiss whatever part of him he can reach. He feels brave and does it. His lips meet a stubbled jaw and Jared stills above him, so he can explore as far as he can reach before Dean lowers his head back down.

The bed dips as both Sam and Jared shift, and Jensen kneels in-between Dean’s legs. He settles in, with seeking hands grabbing the base of Dean’s cock. At the very same moment that Jensen’s lips close hotly around the crown of his dick is when both Jared and Sam suck both of his nipples into their mouths, worrying them lightly between their teeth and soothing the sting with their tongue intermittently. The little nubs are raw and tender, while the heat of Jensen’s mouth is like heaven around his shaft.

Jensen’s palms wrap around the underside of Dean’s thighs, he anchors himself to Dean and opens his mouth wide, letting Dean’s cock slide all the way in, down to the root. The soft touch of his nose against Dean’s pelvis tickles, but Dean’s too strung out on sensation to care.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck mmmmhmm… please, can I, god, please can I come, please sir, please may I come?” Dean’s chest is heaving, pushing up while simultaneously trying to curl away from the touch that is quickly overwhelming him, sparks flying intent on lighting up every nerve ending in his body, his toes curling and wrists flexing in their cuffs. “Please, lemme come, please, please, please.” All of his words mix together into an uninterrupted string of syllables, desperate as he tries to hold on and wait for permission.

A mewl rolls from his lips when Jared and Sam lift off of his chest, their fingers replacing where their lips have been. Jensen is bobbing up and down, making the filthiest sounds that reverberate right along Dean’s cock. Each and every slide of his throat sends him a notch higher, his point of no return quickly approaching as Dean’s words devolve into needy whimpers and finally there it is, Sam whispering in his ear: “Come, De.”

Dean does, each moan and stuttered breath swallowed by Sam and Jared who are kissing him and each other in the process, three sets of lips converging. He thrusts up and feels Jensen choke and gag around him, keeps going because his body is all molten heat and trembling with need. The orgasm rips through Dean like a tornado, intense, immediate and so forcefully he passes out, not enough air to breathe between the threesome kiss.

“Good boy,” is the last he hears from Jared before things white-out, like every bone has melted into pleasure, leaving him a puddle of post-coital bliss.

Chapter Text

The sight Dean wakes up to has his cock trying to show interest: above him Jared and Sam are kissing, tongues tangling, large palms cradling and caressing each other.

“Don’t mind me watching,” Dean jests, voice rough like gravel. Their reaction is instant and Dean is soon arching his chest up and head back into the pillow as Jared starts nibble-kissing his way down the side of his throat. Dean wants to touch so badly and realizes that he can. His hands must have been released while he was out. He cards his left hand into Jared’s hair, relishing the soft feel of it.

“How are you feeling?” Sam asks.

“Good…. ngh… really good, you guys literally blew my mind, hey where’s...ooooh.” Dean can see him, Jensen, over top of Jared’s shoulder.

“Jen’s in the doghouse,” Sam explains as he takes over from Jared, kissing Dean softly down along his jawline and down his throat.

Jensen stands at the foot of the bed, head bowed, his wrists at the side of his body.

Dean’s attention is drawn back to Jared though as he leans up on his elbow, he’s a long line of body heat alongside Jensen’s on the bed and says, “unlike you, sweetheart, someone didn’t wait for permission to come. Think he deserves a little punishment?”

“Whatever you wish, Masters,” Dean answers, letting the new and unusual word take shape on his tongue and finds that he enjoys it. He wonders if Jensen came purely from sucking him off.

Jared slides out of bed and walks over to Jensen to pull his wrists up and connects them in leather shackles that are linked to the top frame of the bed that Dean never noticed before. The chains attached to the wrist manacles pull Jensen’s arms into a Y-shape away from his body. He looks delicious like this, pesky arms out of the way, muscular body on display.

The blindfold comes off, too, and Jensen blinks his eyes, squinting despite the relatively low light conditions of the room. As a final touch, Jared gives him a riding crop to hold between his teeth. “You know, what happens if you drop it, don’t you sugar?”

Jared nuzzles his cheek against Jensen’s shoulder and rubs his hands down his front, giving his semi-hard cock a few firm strokes that make it chub up some more. Where Jared leaves him means he’s forced to watch what is going on in the bed while not being allowed to participate. Dean feels a little bit sorry for him but also enjoys the sight immensely.

“I think we should put on a little show for him, show him all that he’s missing out on.” Jared smiles a devious smile that makes his dimples dance across his cheeks momentarily and looks at Dean and Sam. “Let’s see how long he can hold on to that crop, shall we? A fitting punishment for a naughty boy.”

Jensen groans through clenched teeth, hips rolling helplessly, his beautiful cock bobbing up and down with the motion, and Dean has half a mind to crawl over to him, to tease him to full hardness.

“Dean, every time you bite that bottom lip of yours tells me you’re thinking of something naughty. What is it? What would you like to do?” Jared prompts.

“May I tease him, with my…” Dean coughs to clear his throat, “with my mouth, Sir?”

“Go on,” Jared confirms, while Dean can hear a stuttered, choked off sound from Sam beside him.

Sam scoots further up the bed and sits leaning against the headboard. Jared joins him half-sitting on the bed, one knee bent and the other flat on the carpet, watching, his and Sam’s naked thighs touching.

Dean moves carefully, gingerly, and glances back at the “two” Sams, blushes everywhere when he realizes that he is the very center of their attention. He takes a deep breath and continues to crawl on all fours toward Jensen, who is drooling around the crop, his cock still glistening with his first orgasm. The closer Dean gets, looking up at him, Jensen starts shaking his head, moaning protests against the leather covered handle of the crop, as he realizes what Dean’s intentions are.

“Masters told me I could,” Dean falters a bit and looks up the length of Jensen’s arms and sees the clicker, fisted but not primed for use, to reassure himself that Jensen is in fact into this. “I heard you were a bad boy and this is your punishment. Did you come sucking my cock, Jen? Rut the bed until you blew your load? I felt your hands and arms around my thighs the entire time, that was incredibly hot.” Dean talks and replays everything out loud, which makes Jensen whimper, and Dean sees a fresh drop of precome slowly pulse out of the slit of his cock.

Dean kneels up and wraps his arms around Jensen’s back, running his palms up and down that muscular plane of it before he cups both ass cheeks, kneads, pulls and squeezes them. “Fuck, we’ve got a great ass, don’t we, Jen?” He jokes and his voice is raw and turned on. He can feel Jensen try to tilt his hips forward.

“Nuhu… tsk, tsk, tsk. You’re gonna get into more trouble, Jen, if you do that. Won’t he, Masters?” Dean nuzzles in against Jensen’s abs and looks back over his shoulders at their Doms who are both palming their own cocks, leisurely stroking them as they watch it all unfold and nod in agreement. Sam is biting his lower lip and Dean feels proud to be the one affecting him like that, while Jared watches them like a hawk, gaze piercing and predatory.

“So, pretty boy, if you want my lips on your cock, you gotta be good and not come again.” Jensen nods a little too enthusiastically and the riding crop is pushed out of his mouth as it touches one of his arms and tumbles lightly down Dean’s back.

“Oh, thank you, Jen,” Dean says and picks up the implement, feels its light weight in his hands and gives his own palm a light thwack with it to test how it handles and feels on his skin. It has a fairly broad impact area and the leather is supple and well-worn, but not in disrepair.

Jensen makes the chains jingle as he stands there in anticipation, his body twisting this way and that, small noises of effort dropping from his plush lips as he watches Dean inspect the legitimate riding crop.

Dean makes up his mind and instead of trying to use the crop on Jensen, he decides to bring it back to the Doms. He turns around, gives Jensen a good look of his ass, grabs the handle between his teeth and crawls back over to Sam and Jared to deliver the crop to them for use.

They’re easy to tell apart now that they are fully naked. One has a tattoo, and the other does not, and of course the age-difference itself is visible along with how Sam has all the scarring and marks that speak of their joint life as hunters. They’re near equal in muscle mass, except one body was honed in the gym and the other through a hard life going up against impossible odds.

Jared accepts the delivery with grace and pets Dean much like you would a dog for a trick well done, and Dean melts into the touch, nuzzles his head into Jared’s palm. “Good boy. Go on, you deserve your treat. Edge Jen while I give him his punishment, but be careful not to go too hard, he’s not allowed to come; take him close but don’t let him tumble over.”

Sam watches the interaction and leans forward to kiss Dean’s shoulder. Dean knee-walks back to Jensen, while Jared walks around the side of the bed until he appears behind Jensen. Jared pulls Jensen flush against his front, one large hand roaming his chest and down his belly possessively. The hand with the crop lightly traces the implement up the inside of Jensen’s thighs, caresses his balls and up the length of his cock. That move alone makes Jensen harden up, the promise of what’s to come, and Dean wonders how much of a punishment this is gonna be.

“Come here, Dean,” Jared requests over the top of Jensen’s shoulder, and Dean closes the distance, settling in front of Jensen on folded legs with Jensen’s cock both at face-height and just a few inches from his mouth. “Take him in your mouth, just the head, and keep your lips loose, use your hands on his hips for stability. You'll need them there.” Jared guides him, voice thick with pleasure, deeper than normal.

Jensen feels heavy on his tongue, different from Sam but no less delicious, as Dean seals his lips lightly around the crown of it. The salty taste of Jensen’s release explodes across Dean’s tastebuds along with the fresh body-warmed slickness of his pre-come. As instructed, he places his palms on Jensen’s hips. “Good boys, the both of you, aren’t they, Sam?” Jared prompts.

Of course, Dean can’t see Sam and kind of wishes he could, but he hears the somewhat strangled fuck yeah float over from behind him. Something black moves in out of the corner of his eye and Dean realizes it is the riding crop, Jared’s hand sneaking around, and then Dean feels it tracing up his spine, starting between the cleft of his ass and up along every knob of his vulnerable, exposed spine. The touch makes Dean go still, goose-bumps popping up, his body freezing in place where he is. This wasn’t discussed beforehand, and caress his back with it is all Jared does. Neither Winchester was sure if impact play was something they could handle, but the light touch of the toy and the unfulfilled promise of what it could do, causes Dean to moan around Jensen’s cock.

Jensen tries to roll his hips forward; Dean digs his hands into him hard and keeps him in place. He understands why Jared asked him to put his hands there. He feels Jensen shudder above and against him, and looks up, the crop is making its way up Jensen’s torso, and then as Jared reaches his nipples he starts to tap them with it.

Light little pats at first priming each nipple, slight pink color starting to bloom up on the skin. Jensen tries to keep still, his breathing picking up and going shallower. Dean swears he can feel the pulse of Jensen’s heart in his cock and slides down on him a little deeper, eyes still fixed intently on Jensen above him, hottest sight of my damn life, Dean thinks to himself.

The hits come harder now, ten hard ones follow the ten warm-up taps, and he watches in fascination as the skin reddens further and trembles. Jared delivers the last few blows in a way that makes Jensen scream out and his whole body flexes involuntarily shoving himself balls deep into Dean’s throat who gags around him and quickly pulls back, sputtering and gasping from the unexpected thrust.

“You okay, sugar?” Jared’s voice is all business, checking in, and Dean nods. He already has Jensen back in his mouth, breathing deeply through his nostrils, trying to reconcile how turned on he is by Jensen going that deep without notice.

There’s a rustle as the bedding moves behind him and Dean jumps when he feels Sam’s warm hands on his hips, hard cock sliding in against his ass when Sam moves in behind him, mirroring the position Dean is in. “Dean, you sucking off Jensen while Jared punishes him. Do you have any idea how hot that looks? Two of you like this, wanna be a part of this. Can I?” Sam lets his one hand trail down between Dean’s ass cheeks, rubs a spit-slick index finger across Dean’s opening which makes him groan around Jensen’s cock in response, mouth too full to respond to Sam, which just makes this even hotter.

“Wanna lick you open while you swallow and gag around Jensen’s cock, opening you up nice and good on my fingers and…”

Dean pops off of Jensen with a wet sound, the need to answer Sam unbearable. “Yes, please, Sam, please want all of that.”

“Good boy.” Sam smirks, grips Dean hard by the hair and forces him back onto Jensen’s cock. “Keep that mouth where it belongs, De.”

Dean thinks he’s about to blow his load when Sam reaches around to stroke him a few times too, his cock as hard as Jensen’s down his throat. Dean looks up at Jensen when he hears him whimper above him and finds a pair of eyes like his own looking down at him, desperation, hunger and lust blazing in them. Dean smirks around his mouthful while looking up at him still, lets him slide all the way down his throat, swallows around him and clenches his lips tightly before he starts bobbing up and down. He lets his eyes close, when he feels Sam’s tongue at his opening and a slick finger pushing into him at the same time.

“I’m gonna, please, Master, I can’t…” Dean hears Jensen’s voice but the words are muddled and incoherent, Dean’s ears ringing and his body singing with renewed pleasure and arousal. Strong hands pull Dean off of Jensen, Sam’s warm palm closes around the front of Dean’s throat.

Moments later and close enough to feel the wind of its passing, Dean sees the riding crop land hard on Jensen’s cock three times. His screams are muffled and Dean wonders about that. Sam’s hold on his throat is not tight or choking but firm and controlling. “Gotta be careful, De. Wouldn’t want to earn a punishment yourself for making Jensen come on purpose, would you?”

Sam tilts Dean’s head up and prompts him to open his eyes. The reason Jensen’s screams are muffled is the large palm of Jared’s hand muzzling him, covering the lower half of his face below his nose. Jared stage-whispers. “That’s your punishment done, sugar. From here on out, it’s all pleasure, my love.” Jensen’s crying, chest heaving and small sobs pouring into Jared’s hand. “Took your punishment so well. Anytime you want to come sweetheart, you can, blanket permission.” Jared kisses the tears away as he lets go of Jensen’s face and bolsters him up when he sags into the manacles and chains that keep him standing.

Dean wonders if that applies to him, because the spot that Sam keeps massaging with his three fingers causes a mess of pre-come on the bedding between his kneeling legs. Sam plunges his fingers in and out of him, much like he would with his cock, his chin hooked over Dean’s shoulder. “You like what you see, don’t you, Dean? Wondering how that crop would feel on your skin. Making it bloom pink, making your nipples even more sensitive than they already are.” Dean swallows hard and nods. “How’s it feel when I do this?” Sam asks and every time he rubs across that one spot inside Dean, a jolt of pleasure every time.

Dean’s hands are still on Jensen’s hips and he removes one to reach down to touch himself. Sam stops moving, just as soon as Dean touches his own cock, large, thick fingers buried as deep as they can go. “No, no, Sammy, please keep going. I need to, please…” Dean begs, so close, just needs that little bit of extra touch.

“I think you don’t need to touch yourself. I think you’re going to come just from this. Touch yourself, and I stop what I’m doing.” Dean knows it’s not a suggestion, despite being worded as one.

“So, ngh… bossy. No fair,” Dean mumbles and puts his hand back on Jensen’s hips.

“Now that Jensen is done with his punishment, I think you know what you need to be doing, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” Dean answers, not entirely managing to keep the frustration out of his voice.

“You’re going to be such a bratty sub if we continue this, aren’t you?” It is said with indulgent affection and Dean knows it.

“You bet your tight, muscular ass, I will,” Dean answers, and with that something releases in him, a switch, a new leaf turned over, as he truly feels like himself for the first time since all this has started. Like this is him, a new part of him that has been there all along, a part that only Sam gets to play with and explore.

“Open up, sugar cup.” Sam grabs the nape of his neck and guides him back onto Jensen’s waiting cock, slides him all the way down until his nose is tickled by the fine hair of Jensen’s pubes.

Echoing groans from both subs make Jared and Sam look at each other grinning with Jared giving Sam an encouraging and knowing wink.

Jensen, they learn, has a serious impact play kink. Dean feels every hit to Jensen’s back by the cock in his throat twitching, by the way Jensen mewls, whimpers and keens shamelessly, each sound he makes travelling down and reverberating through Dean by extension as he gives him the best blowjob he can.

Sam lets the movement from Jared’s hits raining down on Jensen’s back do the work for him, his thick cock lined up with Dean’s well-prepped hole, inching inside a little more with each impact of the crop. Dean’s pink rim distends and swallows him hungrily until Sam himself can’t hold back anymore and starts sinking into him slow and steady to allow Dean to get used to his girth.

Dean feels speared open, so damn full from both sides, he licks along the underside of Jensen’s cock as best he can, the rutting of his hips quiets down when the sound of leather impacting on skin stops but Dean is too distracted to even notice. He’s sinking into his body, letting himself feel what it's like to have Sam’s massive cock fill him up so completely, while sucking someone else’s with eager effort and attention. One of Sam’s hands clamps down around Dean’s hip, grounding, possessive and safe. His other hand runs up and down Dean's back until it cups the back of his head.

Jensen groans above him, hips moving a bit erratically but not uncontrolled and Dean wonders what is going on. Neither Sam nor Jensen are really moving, he’s just pinned between them, dizzy with arousal, his brain fuzzy and content as he’s kneeling there. In perfect sync he feels both Jensen and Sam retract their cocks all the way until only their heads are still in Dean and he whimpers at the impending loss, and doesn't want this to end. They both slide back into him slowly, unstoppable and down to the root. Dean’s drooling around Jensen’s cock, lips aching a bit but it doesn’t matter, he’s floating, he’s riding a tidal wave of emotion and visceral sensation unlike anything he has felt before, and digs his fingertips hard into Jensen’s hips. They keep moving like that, orchestrated penetration into Dean from both sides, their movement synchronized and so fucking good.

All Dean can do as they pick up their pace is hold on, soften his lips around Jensen’s cock, and relax his throat, every thrust a little harder than the last. Jensen’s cock fucking his face, Sam riding his ass, his hips slapping against Dean’s on every thrust. Dean is a wordless ball of building desire between them, each stroke of their cocks makes things stir inside of him, his body craving it, all that they are giving him, heat and passion sparking, that sweet spot Sam keeps hitting unerringly is a supply line of pure pleasure to his cock until with blinding intensity his orgasm blasts through him, cock squirting between his legs without a hand on it.

Sam whimpers and winces as Dean’s rim, clenches around him hard; so hot, so tight. Dean is moaning around Jensen, the floodgates open, lust and orgasmic bliss pouring out of him, the sound from his vocal cords travel up along Jensen’s cock before Dean slips off of him, his arms like jelly no longer able to support himself. Jared’s large hand pumps Jensen through the rest of it and helps Jensen spill all over Dean’s face. Sam’s pace is erratic, underlined with hungry, feral sounds rolling from his parted lips as he chases down his orgasm and comes inside Dean with one more hard thrust, and yanks him onto his cock by his hips.

Dean goes boneless and drops to his belly, laid flat out on the bed as Sam pushes every last drop into him. Sam and his hips are flush, his hands pushing Dean into the mattress by the nape of his neck. The powerful thrusts slowly abate into more languid rolls and tilts until Sam too collapses, on top of Dean, who huffs out a breath but doesn’t protest.

The sounds of Jared and Jensen fucking barely registers with Dean as he lays there under a blanket of Sam. Jared clearly couldn’t leave that sweet cherry-red spanked ass of Jensen’s alone. The visual of what the four of them would have looked like is one Dean’s going to hold onto for the rest of his life.

***

“Too heavy Sammy, get off me,” Dean grouses when he wakes up. Waking up, what the fuck? Dean thinks to himself, he has no memory of falling asleep, and the bedding he is on is all wrong, his hunter instincts kick in with experienced ferocity.

“Sam? Sammy! Hey?” He reaches back with a hand and finds warm skin under his fingertips and squeezes it hard.

“Ouch! Watcha do that for, Dean?” Sam complains, voice hurt and sleepy.

“Wake up, something ain’t right. I sure as Hell didn’t fall asleep when… oh.” Dean looks around the room they are in and it all falls into place. Sitting innocuously on the bed in his line of sight is the time travel artifact.

“Is that?” Sam asks still half on top of him, slowly moving off and over him to inspect the small copper, pyramid-shaped device.

“Don’t touch it,” Dean warns and Sam gives him the stink eye, like he’s the one needing to be told not to touch things. “Alright, alright, I get it. Do you think Cas brought us back?”

“I’m not sure to be honest. I don’t fully understand how this thing works, so maybe it’s a temporary thing and we were just sent back after time ran out?” Sam theorizes out loud.

“Well, I don’t see a disembodied millennia-old deity trying to gobble us up, so hopefully the danger has passed?” Dean hedges, looking around the room and absolutely not at how good Sam looks naked.

A key inserted into the door of their motel room makes them jump into action and take in fighting stances, naked as the day they were born.

“What the actual fuck?!” The owner of the voice is a slick, roughly 50-year-old guy wearing an ill-fitting suit, too much gel in his hair, and a V-neck that shows off far too much chest hair. Hanging off of his arm is a tipsy drunk and giggling blonde at least two decades his junior.

“You didn’t tell me you had friends staying over, baby? Are we doing a foursome?” She says, sultry and clearly not at all alarmed by the two strangers in the room.

“Doll, these are not friends, these are burglars. Get the fuck out of my room, go on, scram!” He hauls the blonde to the side and gives Sam and Dean room to exit through the door, while he pulls a Beretta from his waistband, clicking the safety off.

The sheer weirdness of the situation makes Sam and Dean nod at each other, Sam grabbing the artifact and making a run for it. “Get your freak on somewhere else, sheesh.”

Sam and Dean are sprinting, laughing, and soon heaving out of breath because the situation is just so damn ridiculous. They have to stop around the corner of the motel and catch their breath.

“What do you think happened while we were gone?” Dean muses out loud.

“Beats me. Once we figure out some clothes and get the Impala back, we can figure all that out.”

“Hey, look over there.” Dean nods to something behind Sam. Sam turns to look and a happy smile lights up his face. Sitting pretty in the fenced-in employees-only parking lot is the Impala.

“Oh, come on, it can't be that easy, can it?”

“Only one way to find out.” Dean takes a running start and jumps the fence, grunting in pain.

“Dean?” Sam easily jumps the fence himself and goes up to Dean to check on him, eyes roaming across his body for possible injuries. .

“How about you take your cock up your ass next time,” Dean grumbles, half-smirking but walking with a slight limp now that they aren’t running from a loaded gun.

“Bring Jared here and I will?” Sam jokes, not missing a beat and delivering the line dead-pan.

“You would too, wouldn’t you? So, that was all real, huh?” Dean responds as he lets his hand dance across Baby’s fender. He considers breaking into the manager’s office and stealing the keys back, but with their state of undress that may not work out so well.

“I would, and well, with you I would too, you know?” Sam says, and Dean turns to him then.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Sam confirms.

Dean beams at him and Sam gives him a dimpled smile in return.

Dean’s worries about how to get access to the car turn out to be unfounded. The passenger door is unlocked when Sam tries it, the keys tucked away in the glove compartment when Dean goes rifling through it.

They throw on whatever clothes they can find, which is a bit of small pickings, because as much as all their weaponry is in the Impala, their duffels are nowhere to be found.

Sam snickers at how tight the band tee fits on Dean from their emergency stash of clothing in the spare wheel compartment below all the guns and weapons.

***

Just as they peel out of the employee parking lot, spitting gravel with how fast Dean is getting them out of there, the door of the motel manager’s home at the back of the it opens, too late to stop them.

The lady just smiles. The guy in the beige trench coat had paid her handsomely for holding and keeping the classic car safe while the two handsome brothers from room 5 were traveling out of town.

Dean sees her looking after them, a dark silhouette against the light streaming from her front door. He tries to recall her name but comes up empty.

***

They’re about 5 miles out of town by the time Dean says.

“Shit! We left the artifact, didn’t we?”

“Nope,” Sam answers, a little cagey about it. He holds the thing out, the small dial at the base of the pyramid glowing much like it had before.

“For fuck’s sake, Sammy you couldn’t have wrapped it in a pillow case or something?”

“The guy had a gun pointed at us.”

“Damnit!”

The dials of the artifact show the same settings as before and Dean swiftly pulls Baby over onto the shoulder.

The End.