Sam Winchester often found himself seeking the attention of his older brother, Dean. At fourteen Sam's thoughts should have been filled with thoughts of girls and the ever constant load of homework, instead it was filled with Dean, always Dean, the handsome older brother. Dean was a senior and possibly the coolest guy in school; his green eyes and freckles had girls throwing themselves at his feet. Sam on the other hand was still too thin, too tall and all around too awkward to have a chance at popularity. Although, his brother did take good care of him, Sam couldn't help but crave something more. He wanted that familiar contact of lying in the same bed, the way his brother would hold him when he was small and make the nightmares disappear.
The ideal way to achieve Dean's attention typically centered on physical activity of any sort, it helped that Sam was in better shape and more capable than most boys his age but he lacked real skill in any sport. Naturally, this left track to attract his brother's attention, and to obtain some social status beyond being the cool guys younger brother. Sam sighed deeply as he stepped onto the warm blacktop, the sun beating down on his messy brown mop of hair. A wave of anxiety filled him as he stared at the many upper classman already stretching on the asphalt. Sam couldn't help but feel small, even at his height of 5'6 these boys towered over him.
While stretching his legs Sam scanned the small crowd for Dean, finding him flirting with a cute blond girl and ignoring the event completely. Sam couldn't tide the wave of anger that filled him as he thought of his brother kissing perfectly glossed lips. Sam wanted to take the place of those girls; he wanted to be the apple of Dean's eye. After all, they would be stuck together for the rest of their life, never able to leave the family and never able to give up the quest for vengeance. Sam was the only one Dean could ever trust, the only one Dean could share all of his secrets with.
Sam let the angry thoughts of Dean propel him through the tryouts, each breath of air burning down his throat while each press of Dean sculpted lips to delicate pink ones drove Sam's legs to move faster. The burning spread, his legs and lungs burning as he rounded the corner to finish yet another lap. Sam felt a sudden whoosh of air and then a loud scream that he barely recognized as his own before agonizing pain shot up his leg and his vision swirled with spots. Each breath felt labored, his lungs fighting to intake as much air as possible. A deep voice cleared the hazy clouds hanging over his mind, bright green eyes shining directly over him.
"Sammy?" The angelic voice called to him, his body instantly reacting and reaching out for Dean. "Hey, man you really took a fall there. I think you hit your head pretty hard. What happened?"
"I…my knee hurts pretty bad." Sam's voice was just above a whisper, his eyes locked on Dean.
"You probably pulled it out or something. Here, I'm going to pick you up so I can take you home and look."
"No." Sam's voice was stern, determination filling his voice.
"What? Why not? You can't walk dude." Dean raised a confused eyebrow, clearly unsure why Sam wouldn't want to go home.
"I'm going to get so much shit if you carry me anywhere. Please just leave me to die."
"Your not going to die and you know damn well I'd never leave you. You're my brother and if I have to I will knock your stubborn ass out. One way or another I am carrying you off this asphalt."
Dean only chuckled at the pout on Sam's lip and the deep blush that crossed his features as he was pulled into his brother's arms. The pull upwards as Dean moved to stand sent waves of pain through his leg and sent a rush to his head. Dean grunted an apology as he walked one step at a time to the impala, which was fortunately parked close to the track. Sam could hear cheers from the crowd, Dean appearing to be a hero and his brother an even bigger loser. Sam clenched his eyes closed and didn't open them until he heard the familiar creaking as the impala door opened. The feel of leather soothed him slightly, his eyes staring up at his brother. A five o'clock shadow covered Dean's jaw, his familiar leather jacket covering his arms and a playful smile teasing across perfect lips.
"What? You expecting a kiss or something from you hero?" Dean laughed as he gently set Sam down, immediately pulling away and moving to the driver's side. Sam's eyes followed his every move, his mind stuck on the thought of those perfect lips touching his own.
"Dude, what is your problem? Why did you push yourself that hard? I mean you out ran guys my age, you didn't need to push yourself that hard just to get on the team."
"I just wanted you to be proud, to notice me." Sam's eyes shifted to the window, watching as the world flew by.
"I notice you and I am proud of you. Why would you think otherwise?" Dean's hand slipped across the seat to squeeze Sam's thigh in an attempt to comfort his distressed brother.
"I…you are always with some girl and I just wanted something that we could talk about. I wanted to find something that we have in common."
"We have lots of things in common, I mean sure we like different music and you like school shit but I practically raised you. I'm sure we have loads of things in common; we just know each other too well to notice anymore." Dean shrugged as he smiled thoughtfully.
The car pulled into the parking lot of the slightly dilapidated motel. Sam pulled his door open the moment the car pulled to a stop, hesitating only when sparks of pain breezed through his leg. Silently he cursed his injury and the fact that he would once again be pulled into his brother's arms. The thought sent odd sparks through Sam, instantly sending heat through him. Sam once again thought of his brother's lips, of the sliding of skin and the sensation of fingertips sliding down his chest. Suddenly half hard and dreading his brother's help, Sam wanted to disappear. Moving as quickly as he could, Sam pulled himself from the car. Jumping on one leg and using his arm to keep him carefully propped up, Sam made his way to the front of the impala. His head was swirling and he didn't notice the curb until he was toppling over.
Dean's arms wrapped tight around him, keeping him from meeting the hard pavement. He shook his head slightly before moving his hands just under Sam's ass and pulling him up. Sam's uninjured leg naturally wrapped around Dean's waist and he couldn't help but feel like a child again. Still, there was the heat in his cock as his body pressed up against Dean's. The friction of Dean's legs moving under them sent shock waves through Sam, his fingers digging into his brother's shoulders. As Dean unlocked the door Sam tried to pull away, afraid that he would notice the hard line in his pants. Dean stopped the movement by pulling Sam closer with one arm as his other fumbled with the lock. After a battle Dean finally pushed the door open, kicking it shut behind him as he walked to the bed and set Sam down as gently as possible.
"What the fuck?" Dean's voice was thick, his eyes blazing as he stared down at his younger brother, his eyes skittering down to the hard length straining against his jeans.
"I um teenage hormones?" Sam laughed awkwardly, his hand covering his groin.
"Sam, I have teenage hormones to and I don't have a boner right now." Dean shook his head as he moved to sit next to Sam.
"But, you have had a lot more experience than I have. I mean I've only kissed one girl and um I've never even been touched there."
"Touched where?" Dean's hand slid up Sam's thigh, his fingers sliding over the seam and the raging hardness pressing against it. "Here?"
Sam's breath caught as his brother touched him, his mind swirling as he considered the sensations washing through him. His hips stuttered up, experimentally pressing against his brother's fingertips. The feeling of Dean dragging his zipper down sent sparks through Sam, each click of the teeth like torture until Sam was nearly begging for relief. Dean's hand slid slowly under his boxers, stroking his way up the hard flesh until he reached the head. Gathering precome on his finertips, Dean pulled his hand free from Sam's jeans and pushed his fingers greedily into his mouth, savoring the flavor of Sam.
"Dean…please, I need…I need something." Sam's voice was deep and shaking, his hips rolling into air.
"Touch yourself Sammy. I wanna see you fuck your hand." Dean took Sam's hand in his own and pushed it down to his member.
Sam began to stroke himself, squeezing his dick with each fast pull as he watched Dean take it all in. Gasping as he felt the familiar pull in his balls and coiling in his stomach, Sam came with a deep moan, Dean's name falling over and over from his lips. Eyes still locked on Dean, Sam released his soft dick. Sam's hand was covered in spunk and he couldn't help but whimper as Dean pulled his hand to his mouth. Each kitten lick of Dean's tongue sent new shivers through Sam, a small moan crossing his lips.
"God you taste good Sammy, so good." Dean moaned as he let his brother's hand fall away.
Dean began to stroke himself, his eyes staring deep into Sam's as he imagined laying his brother out before him and fucking him into the bed. Each pull of his hand matched each thrust in his mind until he came with a shout. Dean collapsed next to Sam, pulling his brother to lie down next to him. His breathing was raging and he couldn't help but laugh at how quickly he had come.
"You turn me into a school girl, I never come that quickly." Dean rolled over to stare at Sam, his hand ghosting over Sam's protruding ribs. "I think you're right, I do need to give you more attention. I'll be sure to do that."
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