'Blame it on th alcohol
Blame it on th alochol
Blame it on the vodka
Blame it on the henny
Blame it on the blue top
Got you feeling dizzy'
Blame it (On the Alcohol) by Jamie Foxx
Dean groaned as he and Sam fell through the motel room door, drunken and glued to each other, kissing desperately.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this drunk. The world had become fuzzy at best, and it seemed to hitch, jump a scene and then re-start, sending his mind whirling. He wasn't sure how or even when Sam had shut the door and began predatory stalking him, forcing Dean backwards with each step.
Sam could smell the alcohol on his own breath, and somewhere in his overly intoxicated brain an alarm bell sounded, warning him just how treacherous this new territory was. But as Sam watched the back of Dean's bowed legs make contact with the bed frame, he couldn't help but close the gap between them and worship his brother's neck with his lips and lathering tongue before he firmly raised a hand to Dean's shoulder and pushed him down to the hard matrass below, right and wrong be damned.
Dean's deep green eyes darkened with desire as his back made contact with the time worn, dirt ridden motel matrass, his entire being watching on wantonly as Sam stood over him. Slowly, Sam lowered himself over Dean, placing his hands on either side of Dean's head, but not touching quiet him, just pinning his older brother to the spot beneath him. Growing impatient Dean growled loudly, moving like a lighting bolt as he sprang up to cup Sam's cheeks and crush him into a demanding kiss. Sam made a noise of surprise as the room span with the sudden movement, but it soon turned to pleasure when Dean's tongue flicked seductively over his lower lip. No willpower in his booze happy buzzing body left to deny his older brother, he gave in willingly. Allowing Dean to search out his mouth, taste and sear his ownership in to every nock and cranny. For a few passionate minutes all there was to be heard was the sounds of their lips meeting and their tongues fighting for dominance until Sam finally pulled back, his hazel eyes almost black with lust. His pupils where blown wide and his lips gleamed with their wet mingled saliva.
"You're fuckin' gorgeous." He muttered huskily, slurring the worlds into the plump lips beneath his.
Dean blinked twice in a fabled attempted to see past the swimming beer goggle vision that had the world blurring out of focus. His brother's face was whirling above him; his sharp, strong facial futures blending and meshing together no matter how hard Dean tried too squint them back to normal. Dean knew he was drunk, (smashed as Lindsay Lohan on a bender) registered it somewhere, but all he wanted to do was see past this swamping dizziness so he could take in his brother's beauty in this moment. A moment he had been waiting for years, to soak it all in, too remember it clearly.
Sam kissed away the confused frown that was tainting the elder's forehead.
"'Wat's 'rong?" Sam asked in a flurry of slurring words. Dean's frown deepened.
"N-nothing, I just-" Dean shook his head, and sighed, giving in on any attempt to see past the haze, "no, nothing."
Sam smiled seductively as he found his way back to Dean's neck, biting and sucking hard enough to draw blood. Dean's worries and doubts instantly flew to the back of his mind as his arched of the bed and into Sam's body above in pleasure. Their hands roamed each others musclier bodies, memorizing the lines and curves. Sam broke away from Dean's freckled neck so that he could rid himself and his brother of their tee-shirts. Before Sam could even lower himself back down Dean had raised himself up on his elbows and taken a pink dusky nipple into his mouth. And as if Sam wasn't hard enough already any remaining blood in his system fled south as his big brother lathered the hard nub with his pliant tongue. Moaning loudly, Sam wrapped Dean's shoulders in his long arms and pulled Dean closer, pushing his nose into the short hair at the top or Dean's head and tried to regain control of his breathing. With a loud, slick sounding pop Dean pulled back and stared up into Sam's eyes.
"I want you." Dean hissed, bumping his nose against Sam's. Sam gulped; his attempts to regain his breath all but flew out the window in that moment, he wasn't sure if it was Dean or the copious amounts of alcohol that had his heart all but racing and ready to bound out of his chest.
"Fuck, don't say things like that." Sam whispered as he involuntary ground himself against Dean's hips.
"Why?" Dean asked, scared that Sam was going to back out now.
"Coz if my dick gets any harder I'll be cuttin' steel."
Dean's fears recessed and he smirked widely. "Want you to fuck me, Sammy." He muttered seductively as he drunkenly swang his arm around Sam's neck. He barely even noticed his surprise at his own words. All the times and ways he had imagined this absurd situation unfolding he never had thought it would be him willing to take bottom. He could hear a sober part of his brain reminding him all the reasons he should not bottom, but in this drunken state his only goal was to get his baby brother as hard as possible, and his rational mind could get fucked. His words where rewarded with a needy whine from Sam. Dean was so lost in Sam's little keening sounds that he didn't notice the thumb at the back of Sam's neck had began rubbing small circles into Sam's skin.
"I wan' you ta fuck me s'hard I feel it for weeks" Dean slurred, eyes heavy with lust and intoxication. Dean kissed his brother soppily, coxing him closer.
"Really?" Sam asked against his lips.
"Really." Dean confirmed. "Please, need you."
"De," Sam whined, rutting his hips against Dean's, the fabric in-between them providing friction but not enough satisfaction. Sam bit his lip as he began to struggle with Dean's jeans button. Dean did his best not to laugh at Sam's sloppy fingers struggling with the simple task. He smiled briefly to himself, before he decided to give him a hand. With their joint efforts they managed to get both their pants and boxers off. When their bodies met for the first time with nothing to interfere, they both trust upwards into each other, rolling their hips together. From that simple act sweat was already gathering on Sam's forehead. Panting as he moved against Dean he spoke softy.
"You sure?" Sam asked, he preyed to god Dean wouldn't say no, if he did Sam didn't know how he was going to stop himself for taking him anyway, his inebriated state trowing out all reasonable thoughts, boiling his mind's eye down to one thing: must fuck Dean.
Dean tugged Sam closer, grunting as he felt his big brother protection instincts stolen away by Sam. He should be the one asking that, not Sammy.
"Are you?" Dean asked his green eyes boring into Sam's. Sam's eyes gleamed as he took that as permission to continue.
"Very sure." he answered as he kissed him again, this time his hand wondering down to Dean's hip, resting there for a moment before continuing on. When he reached Dean's tight hole he circle it once. Staring into Dean's green glossy eyes, he licked his lips, exiling a groan for Dean. Sam lifted his hand back up and pressed his fingers to Dean's lips. Dean smiled knowingly before he left a finger slip into his warm mouth. Sam swallowed tightly as he watched Dean suck and lick at his finger, feeling his tongue encircle his digit, smoothing it with saliva and treating it like it was something completely different. Sam added a second, and then a third. When he felt his fingers were adequately slickened he pulled back from Dean's willing mouth. Dean made a small sound of protest, convinced that nothing could taste better than Sam's skin, his mouth chased Sam fingers for a moment before he lay back, reminding himself something better was to come.
Sam lowered himself so that his head could rest next to Dean's navel on that pale stomach. He glanced up, asking for permission to go ahead with his eyes. Dean blinked once, bitting his lip before he nodded firmly. Slowly, so as not to hurt Dean, he pressed against the muscle, his finger slid in, tight walls surrounded it and Sam thought to himself if Dean was this tight with just one finger then he had no clue how he was going to fit his cock up there.
"Relax," he muttered, placing a sloppy open mouth kiss to Dean's skin. Dean sucked in a breath and nodded, trying his best to oblige. It didn't really hurt; it was more of a dull throb that was revoked by the haze of alcohol still circulating in Dean's system. Dean's head was becoming dizzier. The effects of foreplay added too his smashed state, so much so he didn't even notice when Sam slipped in a second finger. It began to feel good as Sam stretched him out and his body adjusted to the change. Sam added the final finger, biting his lip as he did so, Dean was so tight, it was driving Sam slowly insane as each second that ticked by. The need to be inside his brother became stronger and stronger, to feel that tightness wrapped around something entirely different. Dean was moaning and grunting freely now, rocking himself onto Sam's fingers, his cock drizzling pre-come on his stomach just below his navel. Dean watched as Sam eyed it off hungrily, Sam's eyes met Dean's and they kept eye contact as Sam's tongue flickered out to lap up the milky substance. Dean's breath hitched.
"I-Iam ready. Now." Dean sputtered desperately.
Sam removed his fingers and crawled up Dean's body so that their foreheads where pressed together as he slowly guided himself to Dean's hole. Gently he pressed against it and moaned as it gave way under the pressure, slipping the tip of his dick into Dean; Dean's walls hugged it tightly, the pure heat of it all making his head spin. Sam bit his lip and studied Dean's face for any signs of pain, but only big green eyes stared back at him, willing him for more. Sam continued and soon he bottomed out, his balls pressed against the curve of Dean's arse. Dean's eyes watered and he bit his lip so that he wouldn't make a sound of pain. Sweat gathered on Sam's forehead again at the effort he was putting in not to move when ever other cell in his body screamed at him to just go. He tried to control his breathing again and pull himself into order.
"Ok, move." Dean demanded after a few seconds, and Sam had never been more relived in his life. He began to slowly trust, his eyes rolling in delight.
"More," Dean hissed. "Faster."
"Pushy," Sam teased before obliging, picking up his pace. Dean run his hand over Sam's back, holding and pulling him in as close as possible, revelling in the feel of their bodies sliding together and the increasing pleasure radiation through his body, the painful stretch of his channel soon merged into a undistributed bliss.
Sam couldn't believe how tight Dean was; it was mind bottling and was turning each muscle in his body into oozing ecstasy, he had to grip onto Dean's shoulder just to keep trusting. He run his over sized hands over Dean's sides, stroking his calloused skin, smashing their lips together and allowing their tongues to do battle.
Dean broke the kiss as he ached over the bed, moaning so loudly the people in the room over banged against the wall, but Dean hardly heard them as his eyes fluttered and the sound of his blood drumming in his veins filled his ears.
"Bullseye." Sam's muttered into Dean's ear, bitting down on his brother's ear lobe as he hit his prostate again.
"S-shut up," Dean moaned back, and slap Sam's shoulder softly, scolding him for his boasting. Sam chucked, and pressed Dean into the mattress as he picked up the passé yet again, being sure to rub against that sweet spot with every trust. Soon Dean was completely incoherent and 100% sure that he would come without having even been touched. But as if Sam had read his mind he reached down and began to stroke Dean, testing the head with the nail of his thumb. And that was it, Dean's breath hitched so violently that his entire chest jolted and his body went into overdrive, every part of him seemed to seize, clench and tightened as he arched of the bed one last time and into Sam's hand, his cock sprouting thick spurts of come all over Sam's hand and Dean's chest. Dean was so far gone that he didn't hear himself moan his brothers name.
Sam closed his eyes, and behind the darkness of his eyelids white light exploded, Dean clenching so tightly around him that Sam could hardly even continue plunging into him, but it didn't stop him trying to get as deep into Dean as was capable. His forehead rested against Dean's as he blew his load, the warmth of it surrounded his cock and the stretched walls that held it. With a sigh his entire body went flaccid, and he let himself melt into Dean beneath him, too exhorted to even pull out as his dick became limp.
"Sam-" Dean yawned. Sam didn't bother to respond. "Sam- ya crushing me." Dean hissed as his eyes began too droop shut. Sam titled his head to glance down at their conjoined bodies; he muttered a muffled apology and rolled to the side, pulling out of Dean's now come slicked entrance.
Dean opened one eye, taking in the still booze hazy sight of his brother. Sam was already half asleep, his back facing Dean. Dean's drunken mind muttered to him that Sam and his warmth was too far away, so Dean rolled over and pulled Sam into his chest, his arm wrapped around Sam's hip and his head was pillowed by Sam's long neck. Dean kissed Sam's shoulder tenderly.
"Night, baby boy." He mumbled in an alcoholic and orgasm fuel stupor. Before long he too was lost to the world, deep in a sound sleep.