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Vegas Paradise: Tasting the Forbidden	By : aRedBaroness Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2232 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2

Sam sighed as his brother had headed out to get laid, the case wasn't going well and he was in no mood for research. It was too early for bed. He was tense and stressed, he reached for the motel remote. Perhaps Casa Erotica would be a distraction from his problems. Sam promised himself he would not think about Dean seducing some slutty cocktail waitress. Why couldn't Dean wake up and see how much his little brother needed him, wanted him, wanted to fuck him senseless. Were all men this obtuse, or was this blindness particular to Dean alone?

It didn't matter much, they were brothers, there were laws, societal conventions. A little niggling voice in the back of Sam's head kept pointing out that Winchesters had never been much for laws or societal conventions. It still didn't make Sam feel like anything other than a sick fuck, a twisted pervert. Dean might be the type to bang pretty much anyone, but Sam was sure he'd draw the line at family.

A bottle blonde was moaning now on the television, writhing atop a huge black cock. Sam forced his thoughts away from his brother and tried to focus on the porn.

Dean was finding that closeup, the cocktail waitresses in this town seemed absolutely caked with makeup, with leathery skin from too much sun and cigarettes. They also seemed to have a sad world weariness hiding behind fake lashes, like they burned out too fast. Dean was rapidly losing interest in his stated objective of finding a warm body for the night.

Maybe he'd just head back to the motel and keep Sam company. He had seemed sort of mopey when Dean had left. On the other hand, after the dream he had the other night, it was hard to be around Sam when he kept having flashbacks of Dream-Sam moaning beneath him and begging for more. No he couldn't go back to the motel, not yet.

Dean thought for a moment and it dawned on him that perhaps a night with a guy was in order. Surely there was a gay bar somewhere in Vegas and fucking some stud might well rid him of his perverse desire to bang his baby brother.

He asked the bartender nonchalantly where he could find a gay bar and it turned out that something called the ToolBox was just around the corner. The only queer joint in town, it seemed Vegas was predominantly a hetero-centric sin city. Dean thanked the bartender and slipped him a fiver.

Upon entering the ToolBox, Dean felt all the eyes in the joint zero-in on him. It had been a few years since he had last hooked up with a guy. He had forgotten how popular he was in places like this. He had limited his partners to women ever since he had picked up Sam from Stanford. His bisexuality was something that would no doubt lead to some awkward conversations that he felt were best avoided.

The ToolBox looked like any other club on the inside, bar, dance floor, DJ booth, platform for performers. It didn't seem to fit in very well with all the Vegas glitz and neon. There were also guys dancing in cages in nothing, but utility belts and hard hats.

Dean's green eyes scanned the room, his eyes settling on a shaggy-haired brunet that looked just a little like Sammy, if you had had a few beers and squinted hard. He stalked over to the brunet ignoring the other men, that practically salivated over him as he walked by.

It didn't take very much convincing at all to get the brunet out of the club and into the alley. Dean's dimples and the hungry look in his eyes had been enough. The other man, who looked about college-aged was only an inch or two taller than Dean, he didn't loom over him like Sam did. Dean was pushing the Sam-lookalike up against the brick wall and kissing him desperately like he wanted to devour him.

Almost-Sam was pushing a little at Dean's shoulder's now. “Please not here...I have a place...a room not far from here,” he pleaded as Dean leaned in for another taste.

Breathing raggedly, feeling like there was a baseball bat stuffed down his jeans, Dean could barely rasp, “Where?”

“The Lotus...it's only,” the boy was interrupted by another kiss, “a few blocks.”

Dean was beyond thinking clearly, beyond speech, he needed this so bad. He let the stranger lead him out of the alley and down a few streets. All he could think of was how perfect it was going to be to fuck this Almost-Sam into the mattress. With any luck this would be just what he needed to cure his sick fantasies.

It didn't even register that he shouldn't be going to the Lotus. The Lotus was possibly related to the disappearances they were investigating. Any trips to the Lotus should have been well-researched affairs with Sam as back up and lots of weapons, but Dean's lust-fogged brain was incapable of forming any non-sex-related thoughts right now. He barely had enough forethought to send Sam a four-worded text, “Not coming home tonite.”

Sam's phone buzzed at 1 a.m. Dean wasn't coming back to the room tonight, he had found other company. Sam was not surprised. He had switched of the pay-per-view porn a while ago, he wasn't going to waste his hard-earned cash on something he couldn't pay attention to. His mind had just kept replaying the images from the night before of Dean's wet dream, the way his golden chest flushed with excitement, the breathy sounds he made. Next to scenes like that, porn was rather dull.

He tried not to picture the blonde bimbo his brother was likely bedding. Sam would have been shocked to know his brother was in fact about to bed a boy that looked more than a little like Sam himself.

Dean's mind blanked out minutes after he entered the Lotus casino. A server had handed him a free glowing pink shot and he had downed it without thinking. Immediately he felt a sense of dreamy, calmness wash over him. Dean didn't remember why he was here, all he knew was that he liked this place and he was going to stay here. Someone was tugging him through the lobby insistently and he just let himself be taken for the ride. Everything here was so shiny and beautiful, Dean knew he was never going to leave. How could anyone leave a place like this? It was paradise.
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