Soft Kisses

His lips brush against the scar gently. It's warm against his lips – the skin around it cooler. A little noise comes from the male beneath him as he does so.

"Shh," He hushes, kissing again, "Shh" He kisses the scar yet again and another noise comes from the male.

His lips drag down toward the hand, brushing over all of the freckles that decorate his skin.

"Sam," Dean begins in an irritated tone, but Sam hushes him again. This didn't change anything between them. It wasn't ever going to change the tension between them. But Sam continues to kiss the scar. He's desperate to get Dean to come down.

"Sam." Dean repeats, this time more violent. Sam snorts a bit, rolling his eyes. If Dean thinks he's afraid of him – despite the monster he saw back there – he's crazy.

"What." Sam growls, moving his lips up toward Dean's shoulder.

"Stop. I know what you're gettin' at, you ass." Sam doesn't listen. He nips at Dean's shoulder, lips brushing over the freckles that decorate the blade.

"I'm doing nothing."

"Yes – y-you are." Sam grins a bit, "Wipe the damn smile off your face, bitch." Sam only grins more.

"Ok." He says, soon moving his lips to Dean's neck. He can feel the tension in Dean's muscles. The more he kisses, the more Dean relaxes against Sam. Sam's arms wrap around Dean's waist as he continues to kiss gently, humming here and there. Suddenly, the last words Sam wants to utter, come from his mouth.

"Love you." He mutters, kissing up to Dean's jaw. Dean tenses again, his relaxed state disappearing. He doesn't respond for a moment and suddenly Sam can hear the hitches in Dean's breath. He can sense something's wrong. Dean moves so quickly that Sam doesn't have time to respond. He's in Dean's lap by the end of it. He feels Dean's fingers in his hair, gripping the roots. He jerks Sam's head back so that he's looking up to his brother. A yelp escapes Sam.

"Look at me." Dean growls, Sam swallows, but he refuses to look. The words are coldly familiar. "I said," Dean clarifies loudly, "Look. At. Me."

He looks like he's told. Dean doesn't look that pleased with the words. In fact, he looks downright pissed. Dean leans down and crushes his mouth to Sam's, their lips pressed firmly together. A little groan comes from Sam, but Dean's lips against his muffles it. Dean's tongue slides against Sam's bottom lip and over Sam's tongue. He then proceeds to nip at Sam's bottom lip and tug it. A small whimper comes from Sam at that action. It was rougher than he had expected. And the worst part?

Sam liked it.

He really, really liked it.

And realized he missed Dean more than he's admitted. He's missed his taste. He's missed the feeling of Dean kissing him, holding him, everything. He's missed everything.

"D-Dee." Sam manages to wrench out from his mouth against Dean's,

"Quiet, Sammy. We're about to make up for lost time."

Sam doesn't protest.