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"I need to see you in my office. Now ."
Sam grimaced as the call was cut shortly. He put the phone back on the reciever and stood up. He maneuvered his way around the cubicles and walked towards Dean Smith's office. He knocked once and then let himself in. To say Dean was furious was an understatement.
"I don't know who you think you are, but I'm done... with whatever crap game you're playing."
Sam stared at him. "What 'games' are you referring to?"
"All the destiny crap. And all the games with my feelings."
"What feelings?"
Sam barely had time to register the fact that Dean's lips were on his. Dean licked at his lower lip, begging, desperate, for that admittance. Sam moamed, giving Dean the entrance he needed. Their tongues fought for dominance before Sam surrendered. Dean probed the inside of his mouth, exploring over area.
Suddenly, he broke apart. "Quick, under the desk." Sam quickly fumbled under the desk before the door opened.
"Ah, Dean, how are you?" Sam knew that voice- Zachariah, Dean's boss. Sam awkwardly turned around under the desk. He gulped. He was face to face with Dean's bulging erection.
"I am great."
"That's what I like to hear." Sam could practically hear the smile in Zachariah's voice. "Anyways, you have an important meeting in an hour and it, I assure you, will lead to a prominent future for you."
Sam looked up. Dean was smiling. He heard footsteps retreat to the door before stopping. "The intern, Sam... Wesson, was it? He came in, yet I didn't see him leave."
Dean's eyes widened and he gulped. "No, no, I sent him out before you came in."
Sam tried to get comfortable under the desk. He accidently kicked the side of it. "Ow!" Dean yelled, covering the whispered curses from Sam.
"Yes, well, I'll see you in an hour Dean."
Dean nodded. The door opened then closed. "All right, it's safe to come out now."
But Sam was too distracted by he bulge inches from his nose. Reaching up, he slowly undid Dean's belt.
"Sam what are you- ungh !" Dean moaned as Sam wrapped his hand around Dean's cock. He moved his hand at snail's pace, watching Dean sweat. "Sam, Sam, please," Dean cried. Sam planted wet kisses on Dean's slit, licking his precome. Sam opened his mouth and took Dean in whole.
Dean cursed feeling a wetness suffocating his dick. He didn't care much of destiny, but maybe Sam's destiny was to become a cock sucker. Sam's tongue swept up and he hummed slightly. Dean wrapped his fingers in Sam's hair and fucked Sam's mouth. He bit his lip, trying not to scream as he shot his load into Dean's mouth.
Sam got up off the floor, rubbing the cum off his mouth. Dean pressed closer to him. He started palming him through his uniform pants. Sam began to groan, and it didn't take long before a white stain appeared on the front of his pants.
Dean smiled and captured Sam's lips with his own. "How's that for destiny?" Dean said before beginning the hot make out session.
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Somewhere in his own office, Zachariah was banging his head on the desk. "Boys, this is not what I meant."