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Sammy's Time at Stanford

Summary:

Sam goes to Stanford. His new roommate, Castiel, turns out to be very interesting indeed.

Notes:

This one I'm posting a chapter at a time. It's not going to be like my other stories - it shouldn't ought to make anyone cry (regularly). Hopefully. There's no abuse here between the main characters, everything is completely consensual.

If anyone has a particular scene or kink they'd like to see, drop me a line or a comment. This will be a multichapter fic.

Read the tags, folks.

Also, I'd like to send a very special thanks and a shout-out to cr0wgrrl, my Grand High Inquisitor, without whom this story would not be what it is. And to SharpieStealr8200 - my occasional beta, my sounding board, my own personal cheer squad, and my dear friend - I'm so, so lucky to have her.

And another very special thanks to Tipsy_Kitty, without whom I would not have had the courage to begin writing again, after a 30 year hiatus.

All of this is all your fault. All three of you.

(See the end of the work for other works inspired by this one.)

Chapter 1: First Meetings

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Sam showed up to his assigned room at Stanford with his backpack, and nothing else. He put his key in the door, opened it, and walked in.

There was a boy sitting on one of the beds, the one closest to the door – a shock of dark, messy hair, and brilliant blue eyes. The boy looked up at him and smiled shyly.

“Hi. I'm Sam. I guess you're my roommate?” Sam dropped his pack onto the other bed, and sat down across from the blue-eyed boy.

“I guess so. My name's Castiel. Most people call me Cas.” Cas dropped his gaze and rubbed the back of his neck. He sneaked a look up at Sam's backpack. “Where's all your stuff?”

“I don't really have a lot. I travel light.” Sam looked at Castiel's side of the room, where he had already set up a desktop computer with a huge screen, fridge, microwave, and television. There was a gaming system of some sort, hooked up to the TV. All Sam had was his laptop, a couple of changes of clothes, and the few hundred bucks he'd managed to scrounge up, until his scholarship paperwork came through.

Sam pulled his laptop out of his bag, and powered it up.

“So what're you studying, Cas?” Sam's hazel eyes glanced at Castiel, who, for some reason, blushed prettily pink before answering. Sam thought the blush was just about the cutest thing he'd ever seen.

“F-fine arts.” Sam took another look at the boy. He really did look a whole lot more like he belonged at Stanford than Sam did. The sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled to above his elbows, and his jeans must've been by some designer Sam had never heard of, to look that good. Sam wondered how good they made his ass look, when he stood in them.

Sam felt distinctly underdressed, in his plain t-shirt, threadbare flannel, and ripped jeans. Most of Sam's clothes had come from thrift stores.

“How about you?” Castiel's voice was a little tremulous.

“Pre-law. Then law school, hopefully.” Sam smiled broadly at Castiel, and heard Castiel's breath catch in his chest. Sam watched him flush a little more pink.

Sam forgot the condition of his battered clothes. This has the potential to be very, very interesting.

“Can... can I get you a soda or something? Water?” Castiel stood, and moved to the fridge. Sam thought his ass really was phenomenal in those jeans. Sam set his laptop aside and stripped off his flannel, while Castiel's back was turned.

“Soda would be great.” Castiel turned back to him, choked, and nearly dropped the cans of soda.

Sam knew he looked good. He had the wide shoulders, narrow waist, and strong arms that so many guys, and girls, seemed to love. And his plain t-shirt was just a little bit too tight. Castiel was frozen, his eyes fixed on Sam's chest.

Sam stood, noticing that Castiel was a good five inches or so shorter than him. Sam walked the few steps to where the boy was standing, leaned down a little, and plucked the cans from Castiel's hands, before they could fall. He set one on Castiel's desk, and popped the tab on his own.

Sam drank, and watched Castiel watch his throat working. He lowered the can.

“So. Are we gonna talk about what's happening here?”

Castiel's eyes darted up to Sam's, wide. Sapphires, they're like sapphires.

“What... what do you mean?” Castiel took a step backwards.

Sam, knowing his 6'4” frame could be intimidating, sat back down on his bed, smiling up at Castiel. Castiel sank, weak-kneed, to sit on his own bed. “Are you out, Cas?”

Sam saw a fine shiver run through Castiel, and filed it away for future use. He took another sip of his soda, his eyes locked on the other boy.

Castiel nodded a little, reaching for his own soda. “S-sort of. I... I like girls, too. My... family, doesn't really approve.”

“I hear ya. I like girls and guys, too. My dad and brother don't care who I fuck, though. What they had a problem with was me coming here.”

Castiel frowned, a cute little wrinkle appearing between his eyebrows. “They didn't want you to go to college?”

“Nope.” Sam took another sip. “They wanted me to follow in the family business. Dad's a mechanic, and Dean's a mechanic, and they expected me to join them.” It wasn't as if he could tell Castiel that his family lived on the road, moving from motel to motel, hunting things and saving people.

“Well... it's good that you're doing what you want to do, and not what they want you to.” Castiel opined.

“You got any siblings, Cas?” And there's that little shiver again, I don't even think he realizes he's doing it.

“A twin brother. He's premed at Yale.” Castiel sipped his own drink.

“Wow, you're a continent apart. Is that hard? Are you identical?” Two boys, as cute as Castiel was? Maybe the world's not such a bad place after all.

Castiel nodded. “Jimmy and I are identical. It... it's been a little rough, but we talk and text and Skype a lot.”

Sam grinned. “They called you Castiel and called your brother James?? That doesn't seem fair.”

Castiel frowned a little. Apparently, it was a sore spot for him. Sam felt a twinge of guilt. “Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you.”

Castiel shook his head. “No, it's all right. It's just that I've been picked on my whole life for my name.”

Sam lowered his voice deliberately. “Well, I like it a lot, Castiel.”

Castiel bit his bottom lip, perfect white teeth denting the soft-looking pinkness.

“I'm pretty sure I like you a lot, Castiel.” Sam watched Castiel's pupils dilate, keeping his voice low and calm. “Do you like me, Cas?”

Castiel nodded, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip a little harder. How can anyone's eyes be that blue?

Sam set his soda aside, slipped to his knees, and shuffled across the floor towards Castiel.

“OhmyfuckingGod.” Castiel shuddered violently.

Sam froze, sitting back, his ass on his heels. “Are... are you okay, Cas?”

Castiel clenched his eyes shut, his hands balled into hard fists. “You... you're very attractive. You're hot. And on your knees, you're impossibly hot.” Castiel peeked, a flash of brilliant blue, before closing his eyes tight again. “Like, make me come in my pants, hot.”

Sam grinned. He shuffled a little closer, and put a gentle hand on Castiel's knee.

Castiel groaned. “The... the things I would do to you, on your knees, Sam.”

It's like that, is it? Did Sam luck out, and find a kinky one? Vanillas were so hard to convert. Sam decided to give Castiel a little nudge.

“What would you do to me, Castiel, sir?” A half-smile quirked on Sam's face. Sam was a switch – he didn't mind subbing. He actually quite liked it – all of his power, strength, and lethality, collared and chained and neutralized for someone else's pleasure. Sam gave a little shiver of his own.

Castiel's eyes flew open and locked on Sam's. He was breathing heavily, and moved one hand to press against the crotch of his pants.

Definitely a kinky one.

“Jesus, Sam. Just... just slow down, okay?” Castiel didn't sound angry or upset, just overwhelmed.

“Okay, okay.” Sam raised his hands in surrender, climbed gracefully to his feet, and retreated to sit on his own bed. He knew Castiel's eyes were on his ass. “Sorry about that.” Sam sipped his soda.

“No, no... it... it's okay. It... it's great. You just... gotta give a guy a heads up, before you do something like that.”

“Duly noted.” Sam inclined his head, with a smile and a wink at Castiel. “So, are you a Dom or a switch? Do you top or bottom?” Sam's voice was conversational, as if he was asking about the weather.

Castiel choked on his soda. He coughed, licking the stray drops off his lips with a perfect pink tongue. Sam knew he was staring, and didn't care.

“I don't... I don't usually talk about stuff like that.”

“It's okay, Cas. You don't have to answer me. I just figured that, if we were going to fall into bed with one another, that we might want to work out the details beforehand.”

Castiel blinked. “Is... is that what's going to happen?”

Sam smiled. “I'm game if you are. You're hot, too. Your eyes are phenomenal, and you've got an amazing ass.”

Castiel blushed crimson. “Thank you.”

Sam grinned at him, he really was the cutest thing Sam had seen in a very, very long time.

“It's just... where I'm from, that's not the sort of thing you discuss, in polite company.”

Sam stopped cold. Of course, that's why Castiel was shy and reticent. Him and his family were probably from a socioeconomic stratum that Sam was barely aware existed. Castiel's shirt was probably worth more than everything Sam had ever owned in his life.

Now it was Sam's turn to lower his gaze and flush with embarrassment. He felt like an idiot.

“Sam? Sam, no... it... it's okay. It's not a bad thing. I'm just... not used to it, is all.”

There was a pause, and Sam didn't look up.

“I'd... I'd very much like to fall into bed with you.” Sam glanced up through his hair, and saw Castiel smiling shyly at him, the pink flush high on his cheeks. Sam couldn't help but smile back.

“I... I'm a Dom. I've had a number of partners, male and female. I'm fairly experienced. And I top... and... and bottom.” Castiel struggled a little to get the words out.

Sam grinned hugely. Yes!!! “I'm a switch. I top and bottom, too.”

“So, you'd let me dominate you, would you, Sam?” Castiel quirked an eyebrow, and fixed Sam with a stare of such intensity that it made Sam's heart stutter. Sam mouthed soundlessly for a moment, pinned by Castiel's eyes, stunned by the change in his demeanour. Sam remembered to nod.

Castiel blinked, and smiled, and the killer stare was gone. “We should compare our interests. See if we're compatible.”

Sam nodded wordlessly, his mouth still dry. He tried to work some spit up, and said, “B... bdsmtest.org.”

Castiel blinked. “Excuse me?”

“It... it's a really comprehensive test, showing you the activities and roles you find most enjoyable.”

Castiel pulled an incredibly sleek laptop from his backpack, opened it, and pressed a few keys. He chuckled. “'What kind of sexual deviant am I? Let's test the kink out of you??” Castiel gave Sam a grin.

Sam's heart stuttered again. Jesus, he's beautiful. He reached for his own laptop, which was a lot older and clunkier than Castiel's, and loaded the page. It had been a while since he'd done the test himself, so he decided to do it again, so that they could compare results.

It took a while, as there were a lot of questions, but eventually, both boys finished. Castiel came and sat beside Sam, and they swapped laptops, so that they could compare results.

Sam's heart leapt into his throat, when he saw Castiel's results. He heard Castiel's breathing quicken, as he looked at Sam's. Jesus Christ.

The amount of meshing overlap was almost eerie. Castiel scored very high on sadism, and Sam very high on masochism. He wasn't surprised to see that Castiel had scored 100% dominant, to Sam's 98% switch, and 89% submissive. He felt his dick twitch in his pants, when he saw Castiel's 95% rigger, to Sam's 97% rope bunny. They both scored very high on experimentalist. The one that made Sam shiver was seeing Castiel's 90% primal – hunter to Sam's 94% primal – prey. He noticed that Castiel scored very, very high on master, as well. Sam's result for slave was a little higher than he recalled it being last time.

Well holy fuck.

Sam glanced a little lower, and let out a soft groan, when he saw Castiel's degrader number was right up there, as well, with Sam's degradee number.

Both boys were silent for a long moment.

Castiel spoke first. “I... I guess we're compatible.”

“It doesn't get a whole lot more compatible than that, Cas.” Sam tried to will down the erection pressing hard against his zipper.

“So...” Castiel sounded thoughtful. “You want me to tie you down, tan your hide, and use you like the slut that you are, Sam?”

Those words, coming from Castiel's sweet mouth - Sam choked, gasped, and came in his pants. He froze, eyes wide, mortified. Castiel saw the spreading dampness on the front of Sam's jeans.

“Think of that as payback for that little stunt that you pulled earlier, on your knees and calling me sir.” Castiel smirked at Sam.

“I'm... I'm gonna go change.” Sam hauled a fresh pair of jeans from his pack, and hurried to the bathroom. He closed the door behind him, and leaned against the counter.

Sam's time at Stanford had very definitely just gotten a whole lot more interesting.

After Sam had cleaned up and changed, he returned to his bed, looking at Castiel's laptop, which he had taken back, and seeing a list of limits. He's very definitely experienced.

“Hard limits, Sam?”

“Scat, golden, Roman, bestiality.” Sam paused, and nodded. He was pretty sure those were the serious ones.

Castiel nodded. “Me as well. And also, exchange of bodily fluids before testing.”

“Oh, yeah, of course.”

“And if you want exchange of bodily fluids after testing, I'll have to demand monogamy.” Castiel's eyes were wide and serious.

Sam licked his lips and swallowed hard. “Yes. Yes, I'd want that very much.”

Castiel groaned, pressing a hand against his crotch again. “Jesus, Sam.” It took Castiel a minute before he was able to speak again. “Soft limits?”

“None. I'm pretty adventurous. There aren't a lot of things I won't try at least once.”

“I”m beginning to get that impression. Safeword?”

“The green/yellow/red system works for me.” Sam shrugged.

“All right. It works for me, as well, as it lets me monitor your condition a little better than one-word systems. Are you thinking that we should scene, or try 24/7?”

Sam moaned, and felt himself harden again. “I... I don't know. Maybe... maybe some scenes, to start, and then... then see if both of us want... more?” Sam shivered.

“That sounds like an excellent plan. Do you...” Castiel suddenly blushed furiously, and Sam wasn't quite sure why. “Do you maybe want to go out for dinner, and we can stop at Health Services for our testing, on the way out?”

A date. Castiel asked me on a date. Sam grinned and nodded, blushing as well.

 

*

 

The boys walked in silence from their dorm to the health office, and then to one of the cafeterias on campus. Sam was relieved to see that he didn't appear to be the only under-dressed person there – lots of people were in casual, worn-in clothing. Sam straightened a little.

As they walked, the boys were mostly silent, shooting each other furtive smiles. Sam couldn't believe how incredibly lucky he was. He felt like he should be pinching himself.

They chose their meals, Sam had lasagna and Castiel some sort of fish. Sam pulled out some cash to pay, but Castiel waved it away. “My treat. I've already got my meal card.”

“Thanks.”

The boys moved to find a table in the corner, where they could talk a little more privately.

“So... when did you want to start?” Castiel put a small piece of fish in his mouth, closing plush lips over his fork. Sam forgot the forkful of lasagna half-way to his mouth, in favour of staring at Castiel's lips.

“Sam?” Castiel smiled.

“Wha??” Sam blinked, came to himself a little, and shoved the lasagna into his mouth.

“I asked you when you wanted to start. In the future, you'd do well to listen a little more closely to me, and answer when I ask you something.”

Sam's eyes widened. He nodded, his mouth still full of food. He swallowed hard. “Any... any time you want.”

“So, if I tell you, that after we're done dinner, we're going to walk back to our room, and you're going to strip, and kneel, and wait for me, then you'll do it?” Castiel's eyes were piercing.

Sam groaned. “Y-yes.”

Castiel's correction was gentle. “'Yes, Sir.'”

“Oh my God. Yes, yes, Sir.” Sam shuddered, wondering if there was ever going to be another time when he didn't have an erection.

Castiel shifted in his chair a little, and somehow Sam didn't think he was the only one with that problem.

Sam was barely aware of what he was eating, only that he was eating it quickly, in a bid to get back to their room as soon as possible. Castiel seemed to feel the same.

It didn't take long for the boys to hurry back. When they got in the room, Castiel pulled out the chair from his desk, and turned it to face the middle of the room. He sat in it, his legs spread wide, his erection plainly visible through his jeans. He pointed at a spot a few feet in front of him. “Come here and strip, Sam.”

Sam moved to where Castiel had pointed, and pulled off his flannel, tossing it onto his bed. He pulled his too-small t-shirt up and over his head, and heard a small moan from Castiel. He kicked off his shoes, and pulled off his socks. His fingers worked on his belt, fumbling a little with nerves. He managed to get it open, and popped his fly, pulling down his zipper. He eased his tattered jeans down over his hips, his hard cock slipping free to slap against his belly. He kicked them away, and dropped to his knees, breathing a little heavily.

Castiel leaned forward in his chair. “Spread your knees a little wider. Butt on your heels. Back straight. Chin up, eyes down. Left hand grips your right wrist behind your back.” Sam complied without hesitation. “This is your display position. If I tell you to display, this is what you do. Do you understand?”

Sam felt precome leak from him, and down his shaft. “Yes, Sir.”

“Christ, Sam, you're beautiful. You know that, right? And so good, so obedient for me.”

Sam smiled a little, but otherwise didn't move.

Castiel stood, moving to his bed, and pulled a large black duffel bag out from under it. “You never touch this, unless I specifically tell you to fetch something, all right?”

Sam nodded, wondering what could possibly be in it.

Castiel began to remove items from the bag, showing each one to Sam, before depositing it on his bed. He showed Sam an astonishing array of gear. Leather cuffs and collars, some harsh, and some softly padded. Blindfolds and gags. Leashes. What seemed to be some sort of lycra hood. A huge amount of rope. There were a variety of floggers, canes, and crops, and a whip that scared Sam a little. There were wooden and leather paddles. Sam's breath caught when he pulled out a steel cock cage. Castiel smiled.

And then there were the plugs, easily half a dozen of them, some rubber, some metal, some vibrating, in all different sizes. There were prostate massagers, dildos, vibrators, and cock rings. Sam thought he was going to have an aneurysm.

Castiel chuckled as Sam's eyes got wider and wider.

“I'm guessing you like my collection. Do you like my collection, Sam?”

“Y-yes, Sir.” Sam's head turned to ogle the collection, spread neatly across the bed.

“Is there anything there that scares you, Sam?” Sam felt Castiel's hand brush his hair back.

Sam nodded mutely, his eyes on the whip.

Castiel followed Sam's eyes, and picked it up. “This isn't really so bad. It can be dangerous, absolutely, in the hands of someone who doesn't know what he's doing, but I've had it for years now, and I assure you, I know how to use it.” Sam glanced up at Castiel, wide-eyed.

Castiel touched Sam's cheek, and Sam shivered. “I promise, Sam, to never hurt you, in a way that you don't want to be hurt. I would never do that.”

Sam, despite only knowing Castiel for a single day, believed him absolutely. “I... I know.”

Castiel smiled, and slipped from his chair to kneel in front of Sam. Castiel shifted forward, so that the two were almost chest-to-chest. “Would it be all right if I kissed you, Sam?”

Sam finally broke from the position that Castiel had put him in, bringing his hands to the sides of Castiel's face, and pulling him in for a kiss. Castiel opened against him, and Sam felt Castiel's tongue against his own. The kiss wasn't hard, or passionate, or rushed, it was an exploration. It was sweet and gentle and perfect, just like Castiel, and it went on and on. The boys broke apart after a while, both panting a little, forehead to forehead.

“Wow.” Sam said, a little breathless.

“Indeed.” Castiel grinned at Sam, having caught his breath a little more quickly than Sam did. He pulled backwards out of Sam's grip, and moved to Sam's bed. He sat on the edge, roughly in the middle. Sam returned his hands to behind his back, his left hand gripping his right wrist tightly.

“Come over here, Sam, and lie across my lap. As fun as my toys are, I think I'd like to get a feel for how your skin responds under my hand, first. Come.” Castiel patted his thigh.

Oh my sweet Christ on a camel. Sam stood, moving to Castiel, and, somewhat awkwardly, owing to his extremely long legs, draped himself across Castiel's lap. His hard cock was pressed against Castiel's jeans. Sam was worried about staining them.

“Cas... Sir. I... I'm worried I might... make a mess of your jeans.” Sam blushed furiously.

Castiel laughed, delighted. “That would be incredible, if you were able to do that, to come from my hand against your ass. I'll even give you permission. This time.”

Sam groaned, feeling a spurt of precome leak from him. Sam kind of had a... thing, about orgasm delay and denial. He thought of the bright metal of the cock cage that Castiel had shown him.

Sam felt Castiel's hand, warm and soft against his ass cheek. It trailed down his thigh, and Sam closed his eyes, concentrating on the sensations.

“So beautiful.” It was barely a murmur, and Sam wasn't sure he was even supposed to hear it. Castiel pressed a hand against Sam's lower back, pinning him in position. It forced Sam's butt up and out a little. Castiel's other hand stroked back up Sam's thigh, to rest against his butt cheek. “Are you ready?”

Sam nodded eagerly, and Castiel chuckled. “Safewords?” Castiel asked.

“Greenyellowred.” Sam gasped out.

“And what colour are you right now, Sam?”

“The greenest green that ever existed, Sir.” Sam's heart was racing in anticipation. He wondered how harsh Castiel was going to be.

Castiel chuckled. The hand lifted from Sam's ass – the one pressing against his lower back stayed. Sam liked it, it felt grounding, a solid connection to Castiel.

Sam gasped as Castiel's hand smacked down against his ass cheek. It hadn't been really hard, just hard enough to sting a little, but it had been a long while since Sam had been spanked. He heard Castiel groan softly.

“That really is lovely.” Castiel's hand glanced across the warm patch on Sam's ass. Sam blushed furiously.

Castiel's hand came down against Sam's other cheek, equally hard. The heat rose to Sam's skin, and the sting went straight to his cock. Castiel set up a steady pace, alternating cheeks, until Sam was certain his entire ass was glowing pink. Sam groaned softly, his cheek pressed against his blankets.

Castiel paused, and ran his fingertips across Sam's glowing skin. Sam squirmed against Castiel's lap, rock-hard against him.

“Be still, Sam.” Castiel pressed a little harder against Sam's lower back, and Sam tried to settle. “Now that you're warmed up a little, I'm going to go a little harder. I want to get a feel for what you can handle. Do you want me to stop, if I make you cry, Sam?”

“God, no!” Sam gasped out. The gentle touch of Castiel's fingers against his reddened, sensitive skin was incredible.

“And should I stop, Sam, if you beg me to stop?”

“N-no, Sir...” Holy hell, Castiel was serious about pushing me...

“When should I stop, Sam?” Castiel pressed a warm palm to Sam's ass.

“When... when I safeword.”

“Or when I feel you've had enough. You're always free to safeword, Sam. I'll never judge you or punish you for safewording. Understood?”

“Yessir.” Sam wiggled his ass a little, wanting Castiel to start again.

“Eager, aren't you?”

“Yessir!”

“Well, now you get to wait, because I told you literally less than a minute ago to be still.” Castiel's hand tightened on Sam's tender skin.

Sam would never, ever admit to the whine that came from him at Castiel's pronouncement.

True to his word, Castiel made Sam wait, fingers brushing over Sam's skin. His touch was worshipful. Sam tried as hard as he could to be still. He breathed hard through his nose, keeping his eyes clenched tight, and tried hard to be patient.

“Better. That's better. I'll be the one who decides, Sam, what you get, and when you get it.”

“Yes, Sir.” Sam felt a little ashamed of his blatant attempts to get Castiel to spank him more. He should've known better. He blushed.

“It's all right. Now you know. Are you ready to begin again?” Castiel's warm palm found its way back to the tingling skin of Sam's ass.

“Yes, Sir.” Sam fought not to react, to lie still.

“Much better, Sam.” The hand lifted, and slammed back down against Sam's ass, hard enough to rock him forward on Castiel's lap. A guttural groan slipped from between Sam's lips.

“Jesus. Keep making noises like that, Sam, and you won't be the only one who makes a mess.” Castiel's hand smacked against Sam's ass over and over again, like a metronome.

Sam knew his ass must be cherry red, and knew that sitting in his lectures was going to be... uncomfortable. It was really starting to hurt, and it was getting harder to stay still, and his cock was still diamond-hard against Castiel's thigh. He didn't think his cock had ever been that hard in his life.

“Cas...” Sam whimpered, after a particularly brutal strike.

“Hush, Sam. No words, unless they're your safewords. What colour, Sam?” Castiel punctuated the question with a vicious smack.

“Gr-green, Sir.” Sam locked his desire to plead behind his lips.

“Good.” Castiel kept swinging his hand. The pain was starting to cause tears to prick in Sam's eyes. Suddenly, one of his strikes moved a lot lower, and labelled the untouched skin of the back of Sam's right thigh. Sam yelped and Castiel paused.

“Colour?”

That one against Sam's thigh had hurt, a lot. It had been hard, and with no warmup or prep. And Sam loved it.

“Green, Sir.” Sam panted out.

“Interesting.” Castiel sounded mildly impressed, and hit the other thigh just as hard. Sam groaned. Soon, the backs of his thighs were as red as his ass, and sitting in his lectures was definitely going to be a pain in the ass. Pun absolutely intended.

Another yelp was forced from Sam when Castiel nailed the tender crease between Sam's butt and thigh, and the first tears were forced from him. Castiel hit the same spot on the other side, and Sam came against Castiel's thigh with a moan and a shudder.

Castiel's hand paused, and Sam heard, “Jesus Christ.” He felt Castiel's hand tremble above his ass, before Castiel began to lay into him again. Sam's moan caught in his throat, and more tears were squeezed out. Everything was ten times more sensitive.

Castiel didn't even pause when a sob was pulled out of Sam's throat. He didn't pause when Sam whimpered, and cried, and tried to squirm. He increased the pressure against Sam's lower back, and kept on going, until the tears were pouring down Sam's face.

It hurts, it hurts, oh God it hurts. And it was glorious. Sam couldn't believe Castiel was still going, that he hadn't stopped when Sam had come against his thigh. Sam was still sobbing, his cheek pressed against damp blankets, when Castiel finally stopped.

“Colour?” Castiel's voice was very soft.

“Gr-green, Sir.” Sam's voice hitched.

“I think you're done, for now, Sam. Come on. Come lay down on your tummy.” Castiel helped Sam to lie down, still sniffling, on his tummy. He handed Sam one of his own pillows to tuck against his side, which Sam did, wrapping an arm around it.

Sam was so grateful that Stanford provided large, comfortable beds for its students. He closed his eyes. He felt a warm, damp cloth smooth the salt from his tears away.

Sam jumped when he felt a very cool touch on his searing hot ass. Gentle fingers, and some sort of soothing cream. “It's all right, it's just a cream. It'll help you feel better.” It tingled a little, and felt really nice, and Sam didn't want it.

“Don't want to feel better.” Sam muttered mulishly into his pillow.

Castiel chuckled. “You've got lectures tomorrow, Sam, and those seats in the lecture halls are hard. You've got to be paying attention, not squirming all over and getting hard because your ass hurts against the chair. This is me still deciding what you need. This is me taking care of you.”

Sam felt Castiel shift on the bed, and when he opened his eyes a little, Castiel was right there in front of him, almost nose to nose. Castiel snuggled close to Sam, wrapping an arm around him, and pulling a soft blanket up over him. Castiel pressed a kiss to Sam's cheek, to his forehead, and to his lips. Castiel smiled.

“You did amazingly, Sam. Amazingly. I'm so proud of you. Will you drink a little for me, please?”

Sam blinked, a little out of it, and a little confused. He wasn't used to being told that he was good for much of anything. Usually, with his Dad and Dean, Sam did the research, the other two used what he found, and Sam backed them up. He wasn't thanked, or told that anyone was proud of him. It was just his role. He lifted the water bottle to his lips, drinking deeply.

Here, all Sam had done was lie there and take it. He shook his head a little. “I... I didn't do anything.”

“You did everything that I asked you to, Sam. I was testing you, and you aced nearly every challenge I threw at you.”

Sam heard that 'nearly' echo in his head, and knew that it was the butt-wiggle that he had done that caused 'every challenge' to become 'nearly every challenge'. He was disappointed in himself.

Cas seemed to know what he was thinking. “Please, Sam, don't beat yourself up for not being perfect. No one's perfect. You were simply eager. Has it been long, since you played?”

Sam paused. He wanted to be as truthful as he could. “It's been a while, and I've... I've never played that hard. Most people get freaked out and stop when the tears start, you know?”

Castiel nodded. “I understand completely. That's why I asked you, before we began, if you wanted me to stop if I made you cry.” Castiel ran his fingers through Sam's hair, and Sam thought it felt amazing. Sam's eyes flickered closed. Sam felt sated, sore, drained, and... forgiven? He wasn't sure what he needed forgiving for, but whatever his debt was, it felt paid. It felt peaceful.

Castiel watched Sam closely as he drifted into sleep, stroking a hand through his hair and down his back. The tension that he had felt running through Sam since he had first opened the door to their dorm room seemed to have vanished. He seemed to be completely at ease, at rest. Castiel was glad, and honoured, to have been able to help him achieve that level of peace. Castiel moved to withdraw back to his own bed, but Sam frowned and let out a small whimper, reaching for Castiel's arm. When he had it, he held tight, and slipped back into his light doze.

Well, all right, then. Castiel smiled, reaching to turn the light off. He closed his eyes, snug against Sam. Castiel slipped his arm across Sam's back, and Sam gave a happy little sigh. Castiel grinned, closed his eyes, and tried to find sleep.