Title: Five Reasons
Rated: M
Warning: slash?
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam / Dean
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, nor Sam and Dean. I wish. T-T;
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Five; because he looked so hot begging. Even when he tried not to. Especially when he denied that he was...
"Sammy, fuck...do it. C'mon." The half-whine that would slowly grow either higher or lower in octave, depending on whether his brother would get pissed off more than he got needy or vice versa, caused the younger Winchester to slowly smile.
"Like that, don't you?" he whispered, lips brushing across Dean's cheek and up to his ear as his hand slowly tightened about his length. His two raised fingers, gently prodding the underside of his balls didn't still and he started to once again press and roll them, skimming his nails at the underside.
"Dean..."
What you do to me...
The responding groan, buck of hips to his and Dean turning his head to capture his lips in a hard, passionate kiss answered his question as well as words could and Sam allowed himself a groan of approval.
Four; Dean was cute when he tried to take control...
"Ah ah," Sam chuckled, nipping up at Dean's lips and easily using his weight to once again roll them over so he were above him, his hands placed firmly down against his hips, pinning him to the bed. "No, you don't. It's my turn to top."
"The fuck it is," was the indignant, half-growl of a response.
Sam thought Dean had never looked quite so fuckable as when he was being deliberately unhelpful to the cause. His knee nestled between slightly parted legs, rubbing against his bare crotch. As Dean inhaled sharply, he caught his lips in a hard kiss.
"Don't make me have to tie you up..."
Three; he liked that Dean could still surprise him...
"Do it," growled the elder Winchester roughly, his body arching up, rubbing against Sam in an unmistakable gesture. "Fuckin' do it, Sam. Tie me up, baby boy. Make me scream."
"Oh, God," he groaned, his eyes shutting briefly as he allowed that delicious image to come to mind, heat pooling his stomach. "Dean."
Fuck yes, he wanted that.
Two; he made the sexiest sounds...
"Uhn! Sam - ahhh!" Dean's perfect lips parted, kiss-swollen but still eager and ready as Sam's own covered them, claiming his mouth once more, capturing the slight gasps, heady moans that escaped...cries of his name like prayers, reverent whispers in the darkness as their bodies moved in time.
Rough, but tender. Deep inside of him, but still never enough. They fit. He fit. Oh -
"Sammy..."
"I love you," he whispered against his skin, tongue darting out lightly to lick away the tang of sweat, spice, something so beautifully raw and amazing and just - Dean.
One; his were the only words that mattered.
"I love you, Sam." He felt his hand tangle into his already rumpled, still-impossible long hair and sighed.
The touch was so familiar; as long as he could remember, Dean's hands were drawn to his hair. A gentle stroking after a nightmare, sharp tugs during their love-making that made him gasp with slight pain...tender sweeps out of his eyes in the aftermath...reassurance as he spoke the words he would die over and over again, just to hear once from his brother's lips...
"I love you, too."
Five Reasons; why he loved Dean. But nowhere near all of them. Those couldn't be counted, because day by day they just kept on growing. And would continue to do so.
And I'm so glad...
Fin~