A/N: Sorry for the disappearance, life kinda got in the way just a bit. This does happen to be my first shot at anything having to do with supernatural, so reviews would be much appreciated. All mistakes are mine, I don't own supernatural, blah blah… This piece is dedicated to a very close friend of mine for his birthday, so sorry I'm late, Danna. Now that the formalities are out of the way, buckle up and enjoy the ride my little smut hounds!
Dirty Little Secrets
The day was drawing to an awkwardly peaceful close, sun just beginning to dip below the rooftop studded horizon, leaving Dean to lounge against the large mound of hotel pillows he had amassed, sneaking a few from Sam's own bed. He gave an over exaggerated sigh, sinking further down into the fluffy pile currently trying to smother him with "environmentally friendly" down alternative. Dean almost gave in to the sweet promise of imminent suffocation, deciding quietly that this may not be the worst way to go until a familiar burning sensation caught his attention and the hunter could hold his breath no longer. He surged up to reclaim his place on top of the mound, creaking bones and aching muscles protesting loudly with audible pops and a low groan from their owner. He stared casually up at the plaster coated ceiling, ivory paint just beginning to crack and loosen in various spots, some even in the first stages of what was to be heavy mildew.
"Sam!" He half yelled, eyes sliding closed once again. "Sammy! You close to being done with your manicure yet?" Dean relaxed once more, the effort of holding himself above the rebellious pillow kingdom proving too great a task.
"Jerk." The younger man emerged, finally, from the small bathroom, toweling off the remaining droplets with a vigorous shake. "Patience is a virtue, Dean." Sam snuck a tiny smirk, camouflaged by a final shake of his damp hair. He tossed the towel elsewhere onto the hotel carpet, stained and ragged as it was, forgotten by all but time (and the daily maid, of course). He turned his attention to Dean, smiling softly at the sight of his bother, eyes closed and for once looking at rest. Sam couldn't help to think how beautiful his brother was now, in this brief stolen moment that seemed so rare these past few years. He stood quietly for a few more beats, taking in his brother's form, wounds both long healed and fresh this week, the gentle rise and fall of Dean's chest.
Dean only grumbled in response, disrupting the other man out of his musings, feeling his weight shift downward as Sam sat gently by his booted feet, noticing that the other hunter had not yet gone to seek out the familiar touch of yesterday's jeans. "What was that?" Sam smiled loosely, sneaking a hand under the heel of his brother's left foot, letting both boots and socks fall to the plush carpet floor with a quiet thud. "Ugh. Dean. Shower. Now." Sam grimaced, turning away from Dean's exposed feet, waving a hand to ward off the upwardly creeping scent.
"What, you don't like my manly smell?" Dean grinned, wriggling his toes just shy of Sam's nose, earning himself a calloused finger between them. Dean pulled away again, a rare smile reaching his eyes before fading back to his usual smirk. "Fine, have it your way. Bitch." Dean heaved himself up once more, rolling his legs to avoid smacking Sam in the face too hard. All he got in return was a subtle snap of teeth too close to his little toe. "That all you got, Sammy?" Dean poked, hoping to get another rise out of the younger man as he stood.
"Get your ass in the shower before I drag you in there myself." Dean gave another small grin, the tips of his ears dusted a light scarlet when he felt a none-too-gentle pop on his half clothed rear. He did make a show of exiting, gently swaying hips bordering what Sam could only describe as a saunter, lying smile teasing at those soft pink lips completing the picture. Dean blew a sarcastic kiss back at his younger brother before earning himself another slap on the arse, disappearing into the bathroom after a dramatic eye-roll from Sam.
Dean shed what little he was wearing, listening for any activity outside the door before slowly turning each knob, hand splayed over a disgustingly large neon blue flower adorning the cheap plastic curtain. He slipped under the almost searing spray, the soft trickle washing away yesterday's grime and dust, listening to the various sounds of Sammy preparing them a meal. Most likely in the microwave, he thought remorsefully as he ran a soft cloth along his thighs. Dean groaned as thoughts of his brother running his own large hands over the same spots, fingers pressing hard enough to bruise, brushing against his cock- he stilled, growling at his growing, ever-present erection. Dean palmed himself softly under the rapidly cooling water, breath growing heavy. It had been days since Sam had even touched him, even longer since he'd been allowed to touch himself. Another groan as thoughts of Sam's dominant streak proved a greater stimulus for his growing hardness than his own fingers. The water was cold now, making him shiver as it waged war with his overheated skin. Dean finally gave up, head thudding against several chipped tiles, loosening a few more as they clinked into the bottom of the tub.
He peeked out into the bedroom, grinning as though he were a young boy again, out on a hunt with his dad for the first time. He tugged on a fresh(er) pair of boxers, shaking away the memory and making a beeline for Sam's bed to settle onto what was left of his brother's pillows after the initial raid. Dean lay back, Sam's precious laptop resting low on his thighs, residual heat warming his otherwise bare legs. His eyes darted to the outline of Sam moving about, making sure he wouldn't be caught by surprise if Sam did indeed decide he needed something that wasn't in the 'kitchen'. It had been so long since he had gotten a good lay and god damn he needed this. He moved quickly, searching for something, anything to bring him right over the edge into oblivion. It was then his mind wandered to a certain blue eyed angel, imagination taking hold as his fingers picked up the pace around the head of his cock. His breath grew rapid, hand working quietly within the sanctity of his boxers, blissfully unaware of the chocolate brown of eyes now glued to him. He was close, very close, a strangled moan slipping from his throat, hips bucking slightly and then Sam was above him, laptop forgotten on the floor. Dean stilled, blush creeping up his neck to settle on the tops of his ears as he eased his hand away from his aching cock.
"You know, Dean, if you wanted some you should have just asked for it." Sam mused, mild irritation mixing with a mischievous smirk as he took the top of Dean's ear between his teeth. He settled heavily over Dean's middle, seating himself atop the older man's white hot erection which now had the pleasure of pressing against his own though the thick material of Sam's jeans, straining against the prison of his brother's black shorts. "Thinking about Castiel again, Dean?" The younger man teased, smirking down at him only to nudge at his brother's ever growing arousal.
Dean stared up at Sam, or rather Sam's bared chest, as he had neglected to put on a shirt. Sam hummed low in his brother's ear, planting soft kisses and bites down the smaller man's neck, catching Dean's wandering hands in one of his own. "See Dean, when I told you a week, I meant a week." Sam growled, biting his way across the older man's chest. "I believe I told you explicitly that no one else could touch you. Including yourself, big brother." He whispered the last syllables, scraping his teeth over the dusky peaks of Dean's nipples. His smirk deepened as Dean whimpered at the contact, tearing himself away from Sam's burning gaze as he felt his cock twitch under his brother's body.
"C'mon Sam…" Dean groaned, bucking into the warmth above him to no avail. He could feel himself against Sam, both throbbing violently with need for the other. He knew, embarrassingly enough, that his own eyes held the pleading expression Sam seemed to feed upon when they were like this, pupils blown wide as he reached for the younger hunter's jeans.
"Beg." Sam smirked, stroking his brother oh so gently through what now had to be too tight boxers, swatting at the wandering hands. "I don't think you've earned that just yet." Dean was incredibly hot in his palm, squirming, staring up at him with those beautiful golden green orbs. It wasn't enough. Sam wanted to hear him, feel his desperation as Dean realized he was at Sam's mercy, or what little was left of it.
"Please…" Dean whispered, screwing his eyes shut as he felt a coolness where Sam had been perched, boxers pulled away forcefully and flung to lie in the fabric graveyard beside the towels. He felt Sam's fingers ghosting around his cock, and finally, finally his brother was touching him and he was there- and then came a cold snap, a punishing tightness around the base of his cock whose familiarity made Dean want to cry in frustration. Sam was a kinky bastard.
A/N: Expect the second chapter pretty soon my lovelies, so sorry about the delay but as you know I tend to love a cliffhanger. Anywho, you know the drill. Read and Review, yaoi will ensue. Love you guys, see you next update!