A/N: First story on . :D Hope my fellow Wincest fans enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I only wish they were really mine.

"Nngh." It came out all wrong. What Sam had meant to say was, 'No... Stop, this is wrong.' But his words died on Dean's lips.

The youngest Winchester attempted to pull away with the hope of catching his breath, and his brain- which his older brother was trying very hard to suck out as he took his sweet ass time exploring Sam's mouth. Dean, being the stubborn prick that he was, refused to let go. His knuckles turned the palest of whites as his grip on Sam's shirt became impossibly tighter.

Sam's lungs were on fire, and he wished more than anything that his lungs were the only part of his anatomy that this unholy contact had set ablaze. Every nerve in his body was lit up like the Fourth of July, the flames only rising higher and higher the longer Dean kept him pinned against the Impala.

Dean was enjoying himself immensely. The feeling of Sam, the taste of Sam, and the sounds of Sam surrounded him in a way that he would never be able to describe. If he lived for another ten million years, Dean Winchester would never be able to find words powerful enough to explain what he was feeling in that moment.

Eventually, Sam stopped struggling against the inevitable and gave in to the feelings that he'd been telling himself he wasn't feeling. He melted into the passionate kiss, finally diving head-first into the all-consuming flames instead of turning tail and running.

When Dean felt Sam's resistance come tumbling down, he relaxed his death grip on his baby brother's shirt. One of his calloused hands made its way up over Sam's chest, up his neck, and onto his cheek- where it burned his skin in the most amazing way. The other hand followed the most obvious and comfortable of paths and came to rest snugly against his hip.

Finally, Dean pulled away to catch his breath. For a brief moment the Winchester boys just stood there, gazing into each other's eyes and gasping for air. The relative silence that hung in the air between them felt so familiar and so natural that it caught them both by surprise. Words were both unnecessary and impossible, and they would only get in the way.

Their little "break" didn't last for very long. As Sam's large hands found purchase on his big brother's narrow hips, Dean moved his attention to the taller man's throat. He started with small, simple butterfly kisses- not wanting to frighten Sam off by moving too fast. Of course, it wasn't long before Lust took control, turning him inside out with want. Those sweet, innocent kisses soon transformed into hot, wet, intense kisses as the last little piece of Dean's self control simply flew out the window. Sam didn't seem to mind, if the breathy sighs and occasional moans that were escaping him were any indication of Sam's feelings, that is.

Dean found his brother's pulse and sucked a dark bruise into the skin there, causing Sam to moan as his hips bucked wildly- desperately seeking some kind of friction. A wicked grim spread across Dean's face as an even more wicked thought occurred to him.

A/N: Good? Bad? More? Let me know. :) -K