I'm a 30 year old man whose lover was murdered by strangers just because he was gay. It will be two years June 1st and I wanted to do something dedicated to his memory. My heart died with him but the memories of our seven years together live on. I still wear his collar. He still owns me.
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Sam sat back letting his legs fall open, and took a mouthful of his beer. He didn't have to look to know that Dean's eyes were on him. He could feel the heat of his gaze as it caressed every inch of him. He whimpered under the intensity, wanting those hands to chase the heat.
He slipped his fingers under the collar of his shirt, and let his fingers feel the leather, warmed by the heat of his skin. He was Dean's, owned, possessed and completely claimed. A smile spread across his lips. He wouldn't want it any other way. He started, feeling his phone vibrate so close to his aching cock. He reached into his pocket, pulling it out quickly.
"Hello!"
"I know you know that I'm watching you." Dean's voice sent wave after wave of heat through Sam. "What are you thinking about?" Sam smiled so hard, his cheeks hurt. He was grateful that he was looking down, his face hidden.
"You." Sam said, simply. "The night you collared me, and made me yours." Dean growled in Sam's ear. Sam closed his eyes letting his love consume him.
"Tell me." Dean demanded, softly. Sam sighed. He was powerless to deny Dean anything, no matter how big or small the request. He licked over his lips slowly, letting Dean hear it through the phone.
"I'm remembering when I was on my knees, sucking you off in that motel room. God! I love sucking you off Dean. You feel so hard and heavy in my mouth. You taste so damn good!" Sam moaned, wanting to feel that right now. Dean returned his moan.
"I love you little brother." Dean whispered into Sam's ear. Sam could hear the love, lust and desire that those five little words contained, and he wanted to cry. He knew it to be the divine truth, and it made him feel more powerful than God.
"I love you!" Sam said, lustfully, his voice breaking. He squeezed his eyes against his emotion. This was a game. They were playing. Now was not the time for him to fall to Dean's feet, wrap himself around his legs, and vocalize his undying love for him. He could do that later, right now he needed to keep it together, and play.
"Keep going." Dean encouraged. Sam heard him take his shot. If Sam's ears were accurate, he just sunk three balls with the one shot. Sam shifted in the seat, fighting his need to lift his head, and look at Dean.
"I remember drinking my reward, and thinking that I was the luckiest man alive to have you." Sam knew his voice was deep and gravely, exposing his undisguised lust for his brother. Dean made him weak. They both knew it; denying it or trying to hide it would be a waste of time. It's just the way that it was.
"I remember you leaving me there on my knees on the floor, and walking away from me. I watched you as you dug into your duffel, not knowing what you were doing. I remember not being able to look at anything else but that collar in your hand when you walked back over to me." Sam's fingers returned to the soft fur lined leather that encircled his neck.
"I remember you telling me how much you loved me, how much you have always loved, and wanted me to be yours. I remember when you said that you never wanted me to be touched by anybody else ever again. You wanted to be my only lover for the rest of my life." Sam bit his lip, fighting a strong wave of emotion.
"I meant every word too." Dean whispered. Sam could hear the raw emotion in Dean's voice, and he ached to look at him.
"I know." Sam said, breathlessly. He cleared his throat. "I remember when you asked me to be yours for the rest of my life, and I thought I was going to die right there. My heart was so full, so complete for you Dean. Everything in me surrendered to you at that moment. I truly became yours when you locked that collar around my neck." He paused. "My collar."
"You know that it wasn't a one way deal, don't you Sam? I became yours mind, soul, and body that night too baby." Dean's voice broke, despite the fact that he was keeping it barely above a whisper. Sam whimpered, aching to hold him close.
"I want you to stand up, and walk straight out of here. Don't look at me or anyone else along the way. Just go to the car." Sam started, realizing that Dean was right behind him, whispering into his ear. He snapped his phone shut, and shoved it back into his pocket. He did as he was told, and made his way to the impala.
He didn't know if he was allowed to look up yet, so he kept his head down. His heart raced hearing, and feeling Dean come toward him. Dean leaned into him as he unlocked the door, and opened it for him.
"Get in."
Sam climbed in. Dean closed the door, and walked around the car. Sam held his breath when Dean got into the car next to him. So close to him, he could just reach out and touch him if he wanted to.
"Watch my hand." Dean instructed softly. Sam's eyes fixed on Dean's hand as he palmed himself through his jeans. "You made me so hard in there Sammy." Dean moaned. "That was the best night of my life. You got me so hard remembering baby." Sam swallowed thickly. It was the best fucking night of his life too. Every night since has been Sam's heaven. Dean undid his pants.
"I need for you to take this from me baby. I want to take you back to the motel, and show you how much I love you till the sun comes up." He pulled out his weeping cock. "But right now, I really need to come." Sam whimpered. His body unconsciously swayed toward Dean. "Make me come baby, make me come."
Sam needed no more direction. He bent down, and took Dean into his mouth. Dean's hand found it's way into Sam's hair, and Sam was lost. He sucked Dean, following every unspoken instruction that he gave. Whether it was tugs, and strokes on Sam's hair or little movements with his own body, Sam understood every single one. He drank down his reward, keening in pure bliss.
"I love you so much." Dean said, softly. Sam pulled off of him, and nuzzled into his crotch, deeply inhaling his scent. Dean stroked his hair, adoringly. Sam could actually feel his love in every stroke, and it made him feel warm.
"I love you." Sam whispered back. Dean drove back to the motel with Sam in his lap. He pulled into the parking space, and turned off the engine.
