When Nick woke up the next morning he was alone in the bed. Again. How did they manage to sneak out on him every time without him noticing? Nick blinked out from under the covers and the first thing he noticed were the packed bags near the door.

Slowly Nick sat up and looked around. Through the half-open bathroom door he caught a glimpse of Sam gathering toiletries into a bag. Bathroom cleaned out he returned to the main room.

"Look who's awake." Sam smirked at him and cramped the bag in one of the duffels at the door. "Grab a shower, I left you some ointment for your wrists. Trust me, that stuff works wonders on things like rope burns."

Nick opened his mouth to correct him, he had abrasions from metal cuffs and not rope, but then he closed it without saying a word. Instead he wondered where Sam had gotten his experience from. Kinky sex play with Dean, that put some interesting pictures in his head, or did it have the same origin as Dean's messed up face and the cut in Sam's side?

Nick didn't know and it was not his place to ask so he just went to take a shower. The hot water loosened up his muscles but when he was done his wrists throbbed in earnest. Carefully he dried them off and had the first real look at them. The skin was raw and broken where the metal had cut deep into his flesh but not bad enough to really bleed. The ointment did wonders, though, cool and soothing.

Fully dressed Nick returned to the main room just in time for Dean coming back with coffee and donuts. They sat down and Nick sighed when the first swallow of hot coffee worked its way down his throat. Last night had been fun, except for the panic attack which Nick pretended had never happened, but it had been exhausting.

"Here." Sam put a wad of notes in his hand which Nick pocketed without counting. To be honest, he felt like he should pay them money.

"Can I ask you something?" Dean licked frosting from his fingers and reached for another donut. Nick recognized the tone. It was the same tone Dean had used to ask about threesomes and handcuffs.

"Sure." Nick swallowed the last bit of his donut and wondered if it would look greedy if he went for another one. Dean had bought the large box for the three of them, though.

"Last night when we asked you to not come first." Dean set his cup of coffee aside and turned fully towards Nick. "You came first. Why?"

"Dunno." Suddenly he didn't want another donut. "The two of you were a little bit too much, I guess." It wasn't a complete lie.

"It was more than that." Dean insisted. "Man, for a second I thought you'd rip my dick off. That wasn't just an orgasm, that was an earth-shaking, seeing stars, blacking out for a few seconds kind of orgasm."

Heat crept into Nick's cheeks, god, that was embarrassing.

"You don't have to tell us if you don't want to." Sam entered the conversation. "We're just asking because we think your preferences could match ours. If we knew what you're into we could make it better for all of us."

"You just paid me for being into what ever you like." Nick deflected the question with a cocky grin.

"Sorry, we shouldn't have ask." Dean nudged the box of donuts in his direction. "Eat up and then we'll drop you off in town."

"How did you mess up your face?" Nick kept his gaze on the donut that suddenly lay next to his cup of coffee. Pink frosting with sugar sparkles.

For a second the silence over the table was palpable and Nick was sure they'd get rid of him as soon as possible and he'd never hear from them again. What was he thinking to ask such a question?

"Work. You could call it a work accident." Came Dean's answer after what felt like an eternity. "Nick, look at me."

Slowly Nick looked up to meet Dean's eye.

"I'm not going to tell you what we do, it's safer if you don't know, but we are the good guys here. We help people."

Nick believed him. He knew he probably shouldn't but he believed him.

"You …" Nick swallowed thickly, they were strangers after all and it wasn't easy to talk about something that personal. "You used me." The words were barely a whisper.

"Last night?" Dean clarified and Nick nodded.

They didn't laugh at him, it was more like they looked at him in awe, and that gave him the confidence to explain himself.

"I was helpless, completely at you mercy, and then you ignored me. You used me. I was just a thing to use." He couldn't look them in the eye, gaze fixed on the cup of coffee in his white-knuckled hands. Out of the corner of his eye he watched Sam and Dean first looking at him in clear disbelieve and then they looked at each other with some silent conversation going on between them.

"You like that?" Dean cleared his throat. "Being helpless, ordered around, being used like some kind of toy?"

"I know I'm a freak." Nick only wished to crawl in a corner and die from embarrassment.

"You are not a freak." Sam's hand landed on his knee and gave it a little squeeze.

"Sam and I have something to talk about so you just sit there and be quiet. You can say stop but otherwise you just sit there." Nick couldn't quite read Dean's expression when he carefully took the cup of coffee out of Nick's hand. "Arms behind the back of your chair."

Not sure what this was all about Nick did as he was told and grasped his forearms behind the back. The positions forced him to straighten up and that already gave him a butterfly feeling low in his belly.

"Open your mouth." Dean nudged the pink sparkle donut at his lips. "Hold it and don't bit through it."

Nick closed his lips around the pastry and sank his teeth into it just deep enough to hold it. Sam and Dean both shifted in their seats and their knees bumped into the inner sides of Nick's knees, forcing his legs open. Matching Sam's hand on his right leg Dean's landed on the left one right above the knee.

For a second nobody moved. Nick sat there with his arms behind the back of the chair, donut in his mouth and legs spread open.

"He's perfect." With his free hand Dean took a sip from his coffee. His gaze was on Sam who rummaged through the box of donuts until he found one with chocolate frosting.

"Remember the one we tried in Wisconsin?" Sam nibbled at the donut while his other hand started to knead the flesh of Nick's thigh.

"Yeah, you'd think a hooker would be more open-minded." Dean's hand started to move as well and Nick keened through the improvised gag. Saliva and half-dissolved sugar pooled in his mouth but it was difficult to swallow with his mouth hold open like that.

"We could swing by when we're in the neighborhood." Thoughtfully Sam chewed on a bite and his hand reached Nick's groin, coming closer to the bulge straining the fabric of his jeans.

"Our own little fuck toy." Palming Nick through the jeans Dean nodded to himself and took another sip of his coffee. "Did you just eat the last one with chocolate?"

Grinning Sam put the last piece in his mouth and licked some melted chocolate off his thumb.

"You're getting slow on your old days."

"Watch it, bitch." Dean warned with a growl. "Or you're riding in the trunk."

"Promises, promises." Sam shook the box to have a better look at the ones left. "Pink with sparkles, vanilla or plain, your choice." Still grinning he offered the box to his lover but Dean just glared at him.

And the whole time their hands didn't stop moving. Dean palmed and cupped Nick through the jeans while Sam's hand had slipped under his shirt, fingers tracing along the waist band and caressing his stomach.

Nick squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated on breathing and not coming. They hadn't said he wasn't allowed to come but they hadn't given him permission either. But he couldn't stop himself from pushing into Dean's hand.

"Okay, give me the vanilla one." Dean finally gave in. "And if you make one vanilla joke, I swear you are riding in the trunk."

"Us being together is as far from vanilla as you can get." Sam answered and pinched Nick's nipple.

Nick groaned and the meanwhile soggy pastry in his mouth gave. The donut broke leaving Nick with only a mouth full of a sweet mess. Sam caught the rest with ease but instead of putting it back in Nick's mouth he lay it on the table.

"Think he's ready." Dean said and rubbed along the length of Nick's cock and Nick had to dig his nails deeper in the skin of his forearms to not come. Oh yeah, he was more than ready.

For the first time in minutes they actually looked at him.

"Something you wanna say?" Sam drove his fingernail over Nick's nipple.

"Wanna come." Nick whimpered and bucked his hips. "Please, need to. Please."

"He's so cute when he begs." Dean said and took his time to finish his vanilla donut. Under their hands Nick was reduced to a begging mess.

"We have enough donuts left to keep even your stomach quiet at least until lunch." Sam observed.

"But you take the pink ones. I don't do pink." Dean circled the head of Nick's cock and the rough fabric between them gave Nick nearly enough friction. Almost. Just a little bit more.

But Dean switched to long strokes up and down his length without offering release.

"I'm gonna … fuck … please …" Nick keened and writhed but nobody was paying any attention to him.

"There are those pink silk panties somewhere in your bag." Sam offered on the pink subject.

"That's it." Dean tightened his grip around Nick's balls to almost painful. "You are riding in the trunk."

"If we want to get on the road some time today we should finish this." Sam nodded towards Nick.

"Yeah, yeah." Dean brought his mouth close to Nick's ear. "Come."

And Nick came. If it weren't for the hands holding him in place he'd topple over with his chair. He screamed out his orgasm while Dean jacked him through it, hot come creaming his pants.

"Looks beautiful every time." Sam mused and finished his coffee.

They gave him time to catch his breath and then Nick staggered on shaky legs to the car. Cooling mess still in his pants he flopped down in the back seat while Sam packed their stuff in the trunk and Dean went to check them out.

"You okay?" Sam asked when they left the parking lot and Dean headed back to town to drop Nick off.

Nick nodded with a stupid grin on his face.

"So next time we're in the neighborhood." Dean caught his eye through the rear-view mirror. "Is it okay to give you a call?"

"Absolutely." Nick hurried to say. "Don't worry about the money, we can talk about the prize, but call me. Please."

"You hear that, Sammy?" Dean grinned at his lover. "We got ourselves an eager little fuck toy."

Dean cracked the music on loud and started drumming on the steering wheel.

"You know, Sammy, we totally have to invest in a ball gag."

In the back seat Nick closed his eyes with a groan. What had he gotten himself into?

***end***

A/N This is it for this story but I have plans for Nick. Right now I'm working on a three-shot, stay tuned for:

Who you gonna call? Summary: Phone sex

Nick kinda took over this year's NaNoWriMo, too. So expect a long, plotty and don't forget porny story starting in December.