Chapter One
Sam bit his lip. His hands snaked down his body and adjusted the growing length in his jeans. This was pure torture. Dean was sat, his open shirt flailing in the hot summer breeze, hands gripping the steering wheel of the Impala. For years Sam had lusted after him but now seeing him like this, exposed flesh teasing him, it was almost impossible to hide his desire. Dean was singing along to some classic rock anthem on the radio unaware of his little brothers uncomfortable situation. They were headed to West, some kind of demonic cult had arisen along the West Coast, which meant a very long car ride in close conditions. John was already there and had called the boys to come along and help out. Dean was ecstatic over the chance to work with his Dad again, eager to please his old man. Prove himself. Sam on the other hand was dreading the long, drawn out journey, fearing his urges would get the better of him.
His mouth was dripping wet so Sam swallowed slow and hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in a prominent gulp. Dean turned casually, "You okay Sammy?" Sam startled.
"Yeah I'm fine.." He was now desperate to stop at the next gas station; fix the problem in his pants, "Dean when is the next stop, I, uh- I gotta go." Dean looked at Sam for a moment chuckling till his eyes dropped to the well defined shape his baby brother was trying to conceal. His own dick twitched with intrigue. His green eyes widened.
"Sure looks like you could use some relief Sammy." Sam followed his big brothers gaze down to his cock and blushed profusely. He turned himself away looking out the window in shame. Sweat trickled down his forehead. Sam wasn't like Dean. Dean was confident, accepted his body openly and flaunted it at every chance he got; Sam on the other hand was conservative and shy.
"Ah fuck off Dean, it's- I, just fu-... Leave me alone okay," Sam fought back. Face blazing red. He was cornered, no escape. Now shaking slightly. Dean was alarmed; Sam never reacted like this. However they had been on the road for a few days now and the heat was searing, was it any doubt his little Sammy was slightly frustrated. But for some reason it made Dean aroused, to capture his brother in this state, so desperate for attention.
"Sam it's okay, it happens to all of us," Dean joked. He rested one hand down on his knee, ever so slowly dragging his hand up and into his thick, inner thigh. Partly as a joke but partly to tease his brother; he wanted to see Sammy's reaction. Something shifted in the air. The heat intensified in the car. Sam watched from the corner of his eye breathing heavily. Dean trailed his fingers in circular motion on his leg sending tingles to his soft dick. Sam eyed intently, licked his bottom lip and swallowed. Deans heart jumped. Was he making Sam hard?
The image of Sam playing with his dick, pleasuring himself over his older brother caused Dean's cock to start pulsing. Could it be true? Dean secretly hoped it was. He flashed back to all those nights lying, pretending to sleep on the stiff motel beds hearing Sam moan softly, absorbing the sounds of pleasure and ecstasy. The whole time Dean desperate to turn around and watch. He hadn't dared move though, in case it frightened Sammy, in case his boy stopped making the sweet gasps. Dean had assumed Sam was dreaming of some hot chick. Maybe this hadn't been the case.
Dean kept up the teasing. His fingers journeyed up to his tight chest, over the ripples of muscle to his nipple which was hard. He grazed two fingers over his nipple, made sure Sam was watching and lightly pinched. Sam slowly closed his eyes. His long lashes fluttered. The corner of Deans mouth curved in a wicked smile.
Sam was trying to control his breathing but it was coming out in uncontrollable pants. The pressure between his legs was red hot. He was fighting back the urge to pull out his cock right there. But Dean had a tendency to play these twisted games for kicks and Sam was determined not to fall victim. He was always teasing. Messing around. What made it hard was that his brother was just so damn hot. His hands all over his body making Sam yearn for a touch. Dean then rested his head on his hand, leaning casually against the car window. His thumb moved up and traced his plump bottom lip, his lips parting exposing his tongue to Sam, which he flicked up to his top lip and dragged across ever so gradually. Sam turned away and mirrored with his own lips and tongue, whimpering.
Dean decided to cruelly reign it back a bit. He carefully buttoned his shirt back up and Sam had to choke back the mutters of disappointment.
"There's a stop coming up soon Sammy," Dean winked playfully.
Sam spluttered for a moment, "Thanks Dean..." Dean smiled at him. That big, cheesy grin that broke all the girls hearts.
"You never know Sammy, maybe some girl will be willing to give you head? Or maybe both of us? Together even? Now that would be fun," Dean chuckled. Sam held back a moan. Imagining his and Deans dicks touching together, rubbing together, being next to Dean as he came. Hearing the moans. So close. Close enough to touch, rub his hands up Dean's member. It was too much for Sam to handle.
"You're sick Dean," Sam humphed, rolling his eyes, trying to make it clear he wasn't interested. But he'd already given too much away.
Dean reached a hand over and gripped Sam's leg in a comforting gesture, "Not far now Sammy, eh?" Sam couldn't contain it anymore. Shivers from his brothers touch sent him over the edge. He dug his nails into his other leg. Held in the cries. Turned his face away, biting down hard on his lip to contain the quivering moan.
Dean didn't notice, he lightly rubbed Sam's strong thigh affectionately and then picked up a cassette and slipped it into the cassette player.
Sam thanked the heavens for the heavy base rock chords that blasted out the speakers, drowning out his whimpers. He could feel his dick spurting load after load into his boxers and with each pulse Sam rocked in his seat, raising his hips, swaying them back and forwards. He breathed out of his nose loudly, now clenching his teeth, shaking in ecstasy. The entire time Dean rocked out to his jam, completely oblivious to his little brother writhing and orgasming at his side.
The next few minutes of music helped soothe Sam into a calmer composure. His erection had ceased for now. Yet he had no doubt it would return.
Dean glanced over at Sam. Little brother was nice and relaxed. A wave of determination swept over Dean, he was set on making his Sammy squirm. There were plenty of miles before the West Coast. Plenty chances to find out for sure if Sam wanted him the way he wanted Sam.
The Impala glided into the gas station and Dean killed the music. The sun was still beating down as sunset began, darkness creeping over the hills. Sam slipped out and briskly walked to the public bathroom, clicking the door close and collapsing against the sink. His nails dug into the porcelain as he deeply breathed. The mirror began to steam up with his warm breath. He flicked his eyes up and looked at himself. Cheeks ashen and radiating immense heat. His hazel eyes were dilated beyond belief. Sam's hands were shaking as he turned the cold tap. A stream of freezing water blasted into the basin. Sam plunged his hands into the swirl of water and splashed it up onto his face. He glanced down at his jeans, eyeing the wet spot. My god what was he thinking, letting himself get in such a state? He had managed to conceal it for so long. Disappointedly he unbuttoned his jeans and wiped away the cum.
A rattling at the door startled Sam. He snapped his head around looking at the door.
"Come on Sammy let me in! I need to go Sam come on!"
It was Dean. Sam couldn't let his brother see him in this state.
"I'm busy Dean, you're just going to have to wait a minute" Sam continued to clean himself, more panicked and rushed now.
"Sam I'm going to fucking piss myself if you don't let me in!" Sam winced at Dean's cursing words; he loved it when his big brother got all rough and rugged like that. He dabbed his legs with a damp cloth. Cleaning up the last drops of cum when he heard a clicking noise coming from the door. Suddenly Dean was bursting into the bathroom, racing toward the urinal. Time slowed. Sam grabbed his jeans and tugged them up as quick as he could. Bringing them up to his waist and zipping them in an immediate, quick-fire reaction to Dean's intrusion.
"Fu- Dean! Did you just pick the lock!" Sam held his hands over his junk, as though he was exposed, arms guarding his body. Trying to keep some dignity. Dean stopped dead in his tracks and eyed Sam from boots to long hair. He noted the damp cloth in Sam's hand. The wet marks on Sam's jeans. His baby brother was cleaning himself up. Dean imagined Sam running a watery towel up his naked, bare body. Cleaning for him. Making himself pure. Droplets of water running down his chest and dripping down his thighs between his legs. Washing over his stomach and under his balls. Dean then thought of the inclusion of soap into his little fantasy. Suds trickling down Sammy's groin, bubbles popping away, revealing the one thing Dean yearned for.
Sam watched Dean, his big brothers green eyes picking his body to pieces, eating him up, "Dean?"
Dean snapped out of his day dream. He shook his head, laughed and walked over to the urinal. Sam's heart sank. He sighed frustrated and upset, turned on the hot water and washed his hands. Dean grinned, pawning over the image of Sam pulling up his trousers, re watching it like a film clip. Again. And again. Slowing it down in his head so he could devour the site of Sammy's bare thighs and groin. If only he had seen Sam's dick. The sight of that would have kept Dean pleased for weeks.
It was time to turn up the heat. Dean unbuttoned his jeans and brought his semi hard cock in his warm hand. Playfully rubbing it. If he carried on this game he couldn't go back. It would change the Winchester brothers relationship forever. But Dean couldn't help himself. He pushed out his hips so his length was more prominent as he peed hard into the urinal. Letting out an exaggerated moan to capture Sam's attention.
How could Sam not watch? He was almost forced to. His eyes drawn to Dean, like metal to a magnet, bulging as he saw what his brother was doing. Gazing intently at Dean's hand, how it massaged his long, thick cock. Fingers caressing over the loose skin. Trailing the viens. Once Dean had finished pissing he shook his cock, turning slightly, giving Sammy a show. His little brother gawped at the display. Dean licked his lip and stabbed his teeth into his bottom lip, biting hard enough to draw blood. Sam's lips parted. He gulped.
Sam hadn't even noticed how hot the water had become. Steam was rising up, swirling around Sam's face. The boiling temperature of the water assisted in intensifying the connection. Sam's eyes rolled back into his head for a moment, moaning as the scalding water burned his skin. Dean was mesmerised at how unfazed Sam was. The fiery passion and pleasure of watching Dean balanced out the pain of the water. Tears began to well in Sam's eyes but he didn't dare move, frightened he would break the spell between him and Dean.
Dean was starting to get concerned. His Sammy was hurting. His hands red raw. When a tear ran down Sam's cheek Dean jumped up. Instinct overpowered him and he threw his hand to the tap, turning the water off and gripping Sam's blazing hands, cupping them. Pulling Sam close.
"Sam what were you thinking?!" Fear flashed across his face. Sam whimpered. They spent what felt like an hour, just staring into each other. Searching for what to say. Sam looked down overwhelmed with disgust. Dean placed a hand on his baby brothers chin, lifting his head up again and reassuring him with a loving gaze. He brought Sam's hands up to his face and rubbed them against his cheek. Sam let the tears fall. Dean puckered his lips and softly kissed the burnt fingers of his dear Sammy. Caring for him. Like he had for years. Like all those times he put plasters on Sam's grazed knees, soothed his nightmares away, sang him to sleep. Sam was Dean's everything. Only now had it become so heartbreakingly clear.
"It's okay Sammy," Dean patted Sam's head, relaxed and at ease.
"Dean..." Sam murmured, lifting his face. Almost tasting Dean, lips nearly touching. Millimetres of space between them. Dean's breath tangling with Sam's own panting breaths. Moving closer. In a moment his ears pricked. The sound of footsteps. Sam pushed himself away from Dean, running a hand through his hair, stiffening up again. Dean in his haste to help Sam had left his jeans open and his dick out. Panicked he buttoned up again. He lingered a look at Sam. The moment had almost happened. Dean raised an eyebrow, inviting Sam back to his touch. But his baby brother shook his head and stormed out of the bathroom in shame.