It had been going on for so long. Dean had been the one to take the first step closer to the edge, and when he reached that edge, he had pulled Sam with him. Sam himself loved it, and of course, so did Dean. Every time their dad left their motelroom, Dean was with him. Sam often smiled just because he thought about it.

The moments afterwards were the best. Dean lying on his back, holding Sam with one arm and the other one behind his own neck. They stared into the ceiling together, and talked about nothing and everything. Sam always hated when those moments got interrupted. But this time he really had to go. Both of them had been sleeping, for what seemed like hours, and Sam had to meet some guy named Paul for a project for health class.

"Dean, I have to go..." Sam murmured, tossing his long legs over the edge of the bed. Dean groaned, displeased, and he rolled over onto his side to watch Sam get dressed. Sam felt his brother's eyes roam his body, and smiled. Dean apparently liked what he saw, but that wasn't exactly news.

"Sam, dad won't be back for hours..." the older brother muttered."Come back to bed."

"Dean, it's a very important project. Mrs. McDoughland said it's half of our grade this semester." Sam said, while pulling a white t-shirt over his head."And besides, don't you have work to do or something."

"Sam..." Dean started.

"Dean..." Sam teased, while he gathered his books from the desk, set across from the king sized bed they had been resting on. Oh, how he longed for the day when a new motel room was no longer a regular thing. He grabbed a paper mug filled with coffe, even though at this point it had pretty much become cold, and swallowed it all at once.

"Bye, dad!" he yelled over his shoulder, before realising his father wasn't home, and he heard Dean laugh softly.

"Having a daddy kink-moment, are we?" the older brother said, and Sam could almost feel his brother's eyes on his neck while he blushed.

"No. Bye, Dean."

By the time Sam got back, Dean had gotten up from the bed, and was reading a newspaper on the yellow sofa. Dear God, Sam thought, was this room trying to make him feel sick? He said hello to his brother, who murmured something back. Sam placed his books on a nearby table and turned around to hang his coat on the wall.

But when he turned back around, Sam found himself pinned against the wall by a pair of strong hands, making him unable to move.

There was a spark in Dean's eyes, one Sam hadn't seen in many years. It was the kind of spark Dean had when they were kids, and Dean had placed itching powder in Sam's shoes. It was somehow worrying that the spark had returned, and yet intriguing.

"You were blushing." Dean said, and a sly smile crept onto his lips. Nothing more needed to be said, both of them knew that Dean was talking about the incidident from a couple hours earlier. Sam shook his head.
"No, I wasn't." he said. Dean grinned, and leaned in to whisper in Sam's ear:
"Oh but baby, I know you were."

Sam blushed again, and Dean pushed him up harder against the wall. His eyes met Sam's and Sam instantly knew what was about to happen. For a second, he wondered if he should resist. If he should stop it from becoming even weirder.

Dean's right hand found its way to Sam's member and squeeed it gently. A smile of pure satisfaction appeared on his lips when he noticed Sam's reaction. Dean bit his lower lip, studying Sam's face, and ended up saying.

"Walk over to the bed, and undress."

Sam obeyed, feeling only slightly ashamed of his newfound... interest. Since Dean also seemed to enjoy it, how bad could it be?

Sam undressed quickly, eagerly. From the corner of his eye, he could clearly see Dean stroking his cock. As always, Sam became even more turned on knowing Dean wanted him, and when he finally got his second sock off, he layed down on the bed.

"Good boy." Dean muttered. He had somehow managed to undress at the same time as Sam, without the younger brother knowing, and soon enough, he was lying on top of him.

Sam made sure to take in every detail of Dean's body. Or as much as he had time for anyway, before Dean pinned him down and bit his neck.

"What do you want, baby?" Dean murmured into his ear, in a way that made Sam shiver from top to toe. With a little bit of hesitation, he answered:
"Your cock, daddy."

Dean smiled, and slowly placed two fingers in Sam's mouth. Sam started coating them in saliva, but suddenly he had to fight the urge to bite his brother's fingers. Dean had, without warning him, placed his other hand around Sam's cock, and was stroking it gently. Sam pulled his head slightly back, to let Dean know he was done.

But when Dean moved his fingers down to start stretching Sam's hole, another smile spread across his face. He kissed Sam's stomach, and said:
"Guess who's still loose from earlier?"

Sam blushed even more, and when Dean shot him a questioning look, he nodded. His brother then starting pushing himself inward without preparation, and Sam had to bite his lower lip not to scream.

"Be a good, quiet boy for daddy, okay?" Dean asked, and the younger brother nodded silently once more. Dean then started moving his hips, and sparks flew inside Sam's mind. He felt so alive, and he could already feel the pleasure starting to pile up. Dean smirked, apparently acknowledging the other's reaction, and he sped up, slamming his hips into Sam.

"Daddy..." Sam whimpered, and Dean shook his head.

"Not yet." he said with a stern voice, followed by him speeding up even more. Sam groaned quietly, and threw his head back into the pillow beneath it. He knew he would soon tumble over the edge.

"Daddy, please.."

"Now." Dean commanded, and Sam allowed himself to relax, moments later finishing. Dean finished, seconds later, deep inside of Sam.

"So... Daddy kink, huh?" Sam smiled a few mintues later, when they had cleaned themselves off and once again were laying sprawled across the bed. Dean grinned.

"Shut up."