A/N: My first straight up Wincest. Let's see how it turns out. *MAY BE TURNED INTO MULTIPLE CHAPTERS* Until farther notice, this is a one-shot. Enjoy.
Sam felt strange around his brother. At first, he blew it off, saying he was just worried about
Dean because he'd just got raised from the pit. Then things got worse. One night, Dean had walked out of the bathroom after taking a shower, his towel around his hips. Sam hadn't been able to tear his eyes away from the water droplets meandering down his chest until Dean walked back into the bathroom to get dressed. Dean had not missed seeing his brother staring at him. In fact, that's why he'd just said fuck it and took his bag into the bathroom instead of rooting around for his clothes.
Dean also felt weird around Sam. And the dreams didn't help. They started small; Dean fixing Sam up after some rough fights, Dean touching Sam's shoulder for a bit longer than necessary and sliding his hand down his arm. Then it progressed to something a bit . . . more. For example:
Dean slid his hands down Sam arms, grabbing his wrists and pinning them to his sides as Dean slowly leaned forward and slanted his lips over Sam's. Right then, the taste and the heat was all that existed. Sam burned hot under Dean's hands, his wrists twisting in his grip.
"Dean, let me go," Sam muttered against Dean's lips, panting for breath because of the long kiss.
"Can't do that, Sammy. Gotta keep you here, writhing under me. Damn you're hot, Sam." He leaned down and stopped any response Sam might have had. He bit down on Sam's bottom lip, licking along in a ragged line and eliciting a loud moan from the man under him.
"God, Dean. Just get on with it."
That's usually where dreams like that ended. Right before it got hot. Well, hotter. Sam usually punched him awake and told him to get his lazy ass up, they were late for a meeting with a witness or that he was hungry and going out for breakfast, with or without Dean's ass. It almost always involved something to do with Dean's ass and Dean always had to take a nice cold shower before going anywhere.
Sam, at the moment, was researching for their current case; a nest of vampires killing off teenagers in a small town in southern Colorado. He shifted in his seat and raised his eyes to a clock on the wall. Dean was late with his lunch and he could feel his stomach rumbling. With a sigh, Sam picked up his cell phone and dialed Dean.
"Hey, Sammy. What's up?" Dean said, answering on the third ring.
"Where the hell are you with my food? I'm starving," Sam replied in his what-the-hell tone.
"I'm gettin' in the car now. Waitress decided she wanted to flirt with me a little longer than I wanted to with her. She wasn't that hot. But yeah, I'll be there in a few. Hold your horses."
Dean was driving as fast as possible, trying very hard not to moan at the thoughts drifting around his head. The sound of Sam saying "I'm starving" had given Dean new material for his imagination. He knew it was wrong. He knew that, he wasn't stupid. Incest was immoral and wrong and, well . . . right about then, he thought it was pretty hot.
He pulled into the hotel parking lot and let his mind wander after cutting the engine.
"Sam, feels so good," Dean moaned, squirming under the tongue sweeping over his chest and abdomen.
"You sure, Dean? I can make it so much better, but if this is too much . . . ." Sam started to pull away before Dean grabbed his hair and tugged him back up to clash his mouth to Sam's.
"Never too much, Sammy."
"That's good, because I'm starting to get a little hungry." Sam let his eyes run over the man under him. His hands found the button to Dean's jeans, tugging on them lightly. "And I know just what I want in my mouth."
Sam's hands pulled Dean's pants down swiftly, boxers following soon after. He kissed down Dean's chest, fingers holding Dean's wrists to the bed. When he reached his destination, he looked up at Dean and waited until Dean looked into his eyes.
"Dean!"
Dean jumped back into reality, blinking rapidly. "Wha-?" Then he remembered he was sitting in his car in front of the hotel room. He also had an uncomfortable tightness in his jeans. He looked up at the driver window where Sam was standing with his arms crossed.
Sam looked a little pissy but he wouldn't look down at his brother. Dean thought it was because of the hard on that was in no way inconspicuous. No.
It was because when Sam had walked to the car, he had heard Dean moan out "Sam, feels so good," which had made him freeze and stare into the car. He had watched Dean moan and squirm around in the seat, sometimes with his name thrown in. He heard Dean mutter "Never too much, Sammy" and blinked hard before noticing that Dean was pushing his hips up slightly. That's when he had yelled at Dean.
"Dammit," Dean muttered before snatching the white paper bag from the seat and opening the car door. "How long you been standing there?"
Sam was thankful he had worn sweats. "Just walked over. Get your ass inside. I'm hungry."
Dean swallowed and walked in dropping the bag on the table before almost running to the bathroom.
Sam sat at the table while his brother took his shower, probably cold from the groans coming from in there. He couldn't sit still. There was a constant soundtrack of sound from Dean, which was making it, well . . . hard. He gulped then walked to the bed, his eyes ticking to the bathroom door the whole way.
Sam flopped on the bed, his hand snaking under the waistband of his sweats and then his boxers before wrapping around his stiff member. He let out a low groan and his eyes drifted shut.
(Sam's Fantasy this time ;D)
Dean pushed Sam against the wall with a rough shove. "Moan for me, Sammy," he murmured as he ran his tongue over Sam's throat. He nipped lightly at the base of his neck before licking slowly over the mark and sucking.
"Ungh, Dean," Sam groaned. "Fuck," he muttered, a hand touching the back of Dean's head. He ran the other hand down Dean's body and touched just over Dean's throbbing member.
"Fuck's right, Sammy. Just what I plan to do. But first . . . ." Dean trailed off and shoved his hand down the front of Sam's pants, wrapping cool fingers around his hard cock.
"Dean! Oh, fuck . . . ." Sam closed his eyes and tilted his head back, loving the feel of Dean's hand on his dick. "Harder," he moaned.
Dean chuckled throatily. "Bet you'd like that, baby brother. Bet you'd love for me to wring you out like a wet shirt. Would you like that?" he asked, nipping Sam's neck again when he didn't respond. "Would you like that?" he asked again in a growl.
"God, I'd love that," Sam groaned, biting his tongue when Dean did just what he said he would. If it lasted any longer, Sam was gonna explode from the torture of waiting. Dean was making him draw it out, making it build up by alternating in movement; squeezing then barely touching, dragging roughly then feather lightly.
"Beg for it, Sammy. Beg for me," Dean growled, his hand becoming still until Sam started to thrust his hips forward.
"Please, Dean. God, please! I . . . please," Sam whined, too far gone to care that he was begging for release.
"Okay, Sam. Anything for you, little brother." With a finally twist, Sam came in his pants all over his boxers and Dean's hand.
"My turn, big brother," Sam said with a smirk.
Sam opened his eyes slowly, feeling a blissed-out smile cross his face. The grin faded when he heard Dean still going in the shower. With a finally cry of "Sam!" everything in the shower went silent, all but the sound of water hitting tile.
Sam grinned as he rose from the bed and started rifling through his bag, frowning when he couldn't find the shirt he was looking for. He glanced at the door again then dashed to his brother's bag, nabbed a Led Zeppelin shirt, then dashed back to his bag. He took a long breath with his face in the shirt, taking in the scent of Dean, then shoved the shirt down to the bottom of his bag quickly while the door to the bathroom opened.
"Hey, Sammy. Bathroom's open if you need a shower." Dean bit his lip and picked up the paper bag, taking his burger out, setting it on his bed, then digging in his bag for something to wear.
Sam stared at his brother's back for a moment, watching the muscles move under the tanned, scarred skin, eyes moving slowly down to the edge of the towel. He licked his lips before turning and stalking to the shower, visions of that back scratched up with Sam's nails dancing in his head.
A/N: Yeah, short, I know. And it will be more than one chapter because I just realized I want to draw this out and torture both of them. :] I love to torture those hottie boys. They're so freakin cute! =^.^= Almost like Castiel's kicked-puppy face. P: