Okay, I wrote this fic at about two in the morning so it's a little iffy. I'm still getting used to writing them.
Please review and tell me what you think. : )
Thanks to my beta if-you-could-read-my-mind.
You're an awesome beta and an even better friend.
xxx
The reality that there were books describing all of Sam and Dean's lives to the tiniest detail was very difficult for the brothers to take in. There were even websites about them! This amused Dean.
"There are 'Sam Girls' and 'Dean Girls' and … " Dean looked confused. "What are 'Slash Fans' ?"
Sam seemed reluctant to reply.
"Like … Sam SLASH Dean … Together."
Dean looked up.
"You mean like … together together?"
Sam nodded.
"They know we're brothers, right?" Said Dean, looking appalled.
"Doesn't seem to matter."
"Oh come on, that … that's just sick!" Said Dean, slamming the laptop shut.
Sam looked at his brother.
"Is it, Dean? Is it really?"
"What, are you crazy?!" Said Dean., looking at Sam.
"We're brothers! We're like … related!"
"Yes Dean, thanks for that update." Replied Sam, rolling his eyes.
"I mean… come on Dean. You've never even thought about it?"
"No!" Dean almost yelled. "Why? Have you?"
"No." Sam said quickly, suddenly finding the back of his hand very interesting.
"I just … you know …. Thought that … I don't know , something else was there. Outside the family relationship."
Dean was silent.
He stood up and walked away from the table.
"Dean? Say something. Anything!" Whined Sam, following his brother across the room.
"I don't know what to say, Sammy." Dean whispered.
He then coughed and his voice was suddenly stronger.
"You know, I'm flattered and all, kid, but I don't bat for that team."
He put a cheeky grin on his face, but he knew he wasn't fooling Sammy. Sam knew him better than that. He sighed.
And Sam could see it in his face. He wanted this just as much as Sammy did. He was just too proud to show it.
Well, that left it down to Sam to make the first move.
Dean was facing away from him as he placed his hand on his brothers shoulder.
Dean looked at Sam's hand on his shoulder and placed his hand on top.
He turned to look at Sammy.
They were face to face. Sam could feel Dean's warm breath on his neck. Dean leaned up to Sam and placed a soft kiss on his lips. It was short, but there was so much emotion in that kiss that Sam couldn't take it anymore.
Sam grabbed his older brother by the back of the neck and pulled him into a powerful, yet loving kiss.
Dean could feel Sam's lips on is and knew that it should feel wrong, with Sam's tongue tracing his upper lip, begging for entry. But it didn't. It felt perfect. The way every kiss should feel.
Dean parted his lips and felt his brother's tongue enter and explore his mouth.
Dean ran his hands under Sam's shirt against his warm, muscled chest. He pulled the shirt up and over Sam's head.
Sam stopped kissing long enough to take his top off, but immediately began again after it was off.
He then returned the favour and left Dean standing shirtless with his perfect chest breathing hard as their passion continued.
Sam lowered his hand down to Dean's belt, but Dean's hand shot down to stop it.
Dean was hesitant again. Sam could see that.
So he ran his hand up Dean's chest and through his hair, massaging around his ears.
Dean seemed to like this and was convinced to keep going.
He undid Sam's jeans and as they dropped to the floor he and Sam lowered themselves onto the bed.
Dean lay on top of Sam, teasing him with his hand on Sam's bulge and planting kisses all over his neck.
Sam was moaning in pleasure.
"Come on, Dean!" He moaned. "I want you inside me!"
Dean smiled.
"Do you, Sammy? Is that what you want?"
"Yes! God yes!"
"Well…" Dean faked a yawn. "It'll have to wait till tomorrow, cos I am beat!"
"De-ean!" Sam complained.
Dean was still caressing Sam's package and Sam was now really turned on.
"Fine." He growled, rolling fiercely on top of Dean.
"I'll drive!"
And threw his lips onto Deans, tongue's brushing against each other as they led into a night of fiery, demonic passion.
