It was his own fucking fault, he supposed, but that did not help as Dean Winchester sat morosely watching his brother through the windshield of his Impala. His Impala. Dad had finally bought himself a truck and handed over the keys to the classic Chevy on Dean's twenty first birthday. He had the car to call his own at last but guessed he was losing Sammy.

They weren't being obvious but Dean knew his brother and the Letterman he was laughing with were lovers. It's not as if he could complain, rant and rave and accuse him of cheating. Sam had asked him for advice and basically, Dean had fucked him.

So now, the shy nervous, unsure teen had gained a new confidence and plucked up the courage to ask Thomas out. Thomas had not hit him as he had feared but said yes. Now Sam was fucking them both and Dean knew, just knew, that everything he did with Sam, everything that he taught him, that they discovered together, the blond in the Letterman jacket was getting the benefit of.

Dean hated him.

But Sam was happy.

For these so brief three months, Sam had become a different person. Gone was the brooding bookworm, the awkward shy youngster. Considering how many secrets he had to keep, the hunting, the incest, being gay in High School in the mid west, he seemed well adjusted and…. happy.

Dean, on the other hand, had a war raging inside. He wanted his brother to be happy, of course he did, but he was jealous. Not only did he want 'Sammy' Winchester back, he wanted him all to himself.

"Sammy!" yelling out of the window. "Get in the damn car!"

Sam's head jerked up annoyed. He had not even noticed the big black Impala sat across the street. "Guess you gotta go?" Thomas said resigned. He was uncomfortable around Sam's older brother. For some reason the man appeared to hate him. Sam's sibling knew he was gay and apparently was okay with that, so it must be personal. He had no idea what he was supposed to have done to offend the quite scary man but there must have been something. Sam said he was imagining it but he was convinced that if Dean's looks could kill, he would be a smouldering pile of ash.

"Looks like," Sam answered frowning. Dad must want them. Dean had stopped picking him up from school more or less as soon as he started seeing Thomas. He thought he was just staying out of the way, which suited Sam as sometimes, when they were all together at the house, he had these ideas about them all being 'together'.

Because he couldn't in reality, Sam said, "I'm kissing you goodbye." Then touched the blonde's arm. "I'll call later." Then smiling, hearing, "You'd better," headed for the car.

Damn, but the kid looked happy. Dean just knew that when they had to move on, Sam was going to be a mess. Still, he would have Dean to turn to.

He couldn't help it. As Sam settled in the car, looking off at his boyfriend, Dean placed his hand high on his brother's thigh and, leaning over, pressed hard, his fingers pushing against Sam's prick as he cheerily waved at Thomas delighting as the kid went pale.

"Jerk!" disgustedly but with a hint of humour.

"Bitch!" as sitting back he turned over the engine.

"So what's up? Dad want us?"

"Dad's gone. Gonna be away all weekend."

"So why'd you come pick me up?"

Dean looked over, grinning behind his shades. "Cause I wanna cum!"

"You've got to be kidding me!" exasperated.

"Nope. This here hard-on's got your name on it."

Sam could play him at his own game. "Really?" Leaning over, his right hand reaching to teasingly caress over the denim, "I can't feel anything," sitting back.

"Bitch!"

"And that's supposed to get on my good side?" asked sceptically with arched brows.

"Your side, your back, your front. I'm not fussy." And smirked as his brother went a little pink and shifted on the bench seat.

Sam looked off out of the side window, feeling himself go hot. He liked it when Dean was like this. When he just wanted to fuck. He loved it when Dean made love to him but he liked it raw too. He just waited for the day when Dean would actually 'fuck' him. They had done plenty else and Dean had even let Sam finger him but he had so far drawn the line at actually full out 'penetrating' him. Sam had begged, oh how he had begged, but it hadn't happened.

He had thought about just going 'all the way' with Thomas but no. He wanted Dean 'to go where no one had gone before'. He laughed under his breath.

"What?" Dean asked with a smile. But Sam just shook his head.

They were quiet the rest of the way home until parked on the drive, Dean turned his full attention on Sam. "Get out. Get inside and get naked."

Sam just looked at him, raising an eyebrow as if to say, 'get serious'.

Dean smiled and, reaching over, popped open the glove box then sat back. "You'll be needing that." And delighted as Sam went very still and very red.

Staring at the small bottle, Sam turned wide eyes to his brother. Seeing the look, part humour, part dare and a lot of lust, Sam grabbed up the lubricant and practically fell out of the car in his haste to get inside the house.

Moving much slower, Dean grinned and followed, his jeans uncomfortably tight at Sam's panicked expectant expression. He had been putting this off for various reasons, although the lube had been waiting for over a month. He thought Sam was too young, he was too eager, but in reality Dean was terrified that Sam did not know what he was begging for, that he would hate it and therefore, hate Dean too.

But he also knew that if he waited too long, Sam wouldn't and there was no way he was letting that jock get there first. If ever. And also he had never done this before, not with a man.

He supposed that it couldn't be that much different than having anal with a woman. The mechanics' must be the same surely? And did he admit to Sam that he would be his first? His brother sort of looked to him as a done everything kind of guy. In that kind of cool guy way that if he was female he would be called a slut or worse.

The main reason he had put it off was he was as nervous as hell. He wanted this so much, from the moment he had realised he was attracted to his brother, he had been plagued with visions of Sammy writhing beneath him, but in his more honest moments, he saw Sam looking down at him.

More than anything, Dean wanted to be wrapped around his brother as his brother, his sixteen year old brother thrust into him. But he would take what he could get. Dean had set ideas as most people not doing 'it' did. When it came to male gay sex you were a 'top' or a' bottom'. As far as he knew you didn't switch. He would be whatever Sam wanted him to be. And that was the end of it.

Enough stalling. He took a deep breath and entered the house. Sam was not in the hall and entering the kitchen to get much needed Dutch courage, he was not there either. Popping the cap on the cold beer Dean moved to enter the living room and froze, bottle half way to his lips. Sam stood there smiling nervously at him.

Dean stared, the beer forgotten as he took in the sight. "You're not naked." He stated. But damn did Sam look good, damned fuckable. He had undressed leaving nothing but those baggy, so worn, faded jeans open at the crotch, barely hanging on his hips. The sight was so sexy, weight on one hip, his belly pushed forwards allowing Dean to enjoy the tantalising view of those soft dark hairs trailing down to merge with the fuller hair surrounding that long, deceptively slender cock, but so in proportion to the rest of him, still hidden beneath denim but, as Dean stared, making it's presence known.

Sam felt like his skin was burning under the green gaze. His hands sort of came in front of him as if he was hiding, his shoulders hunched and his head dropped. He felt embarrassed being on show. He felt himself blush.

"You don't have any idea how fucking beautiful you are, do you?" Dean asked as he took a step closer slipping off his jacket and putting down the bottle.

"Don't." Sam said.

"Don't what?" worrying his brother had changed his mind.

"Don't take your clothes off. Put your jacket back on." Small, almost plaintive.

"Why? Don't you want to do this?" a rush of fear.

"Fuck yes!" defiant then blushed again.

Dean smiled as Sam looked all innocence, sheepish, but knew to the contrary. "Then what?"

A hesitant breath then, stealing himself, Sam stood straighter arms uncovering himself as he aged before his brother's eyes and said almost confidently, "I want you to keep all your clothes on, even jacket and boots as you fuck me naked beneath you." then ruined it by biting at his bottom lip.

Dean went hot as his prick jumped, and Sam stood a little straighter as he saw his reaction. "No." Dean told him. And continued to undress, keeping eye contact. Moving closer he said, "No, Sam. Not this time. Not your first time. I want to make love to you and if that goes okay and you're alright with it, then next time. Maybe. But I won't forget. I promise. But not this time. Please?" and he reached out and touched Sam's face.

Sam was relieved. He would make Dean keep his word though. It was a fantasy he had had for a while now and he sort of had this awful feeling that Dean had been putting this off. He was unsure whether it was because he either did not want to fuck him in the ass, or thought Sam wouldn't be any good, and, if he only got the one chance with his brother, he had wanted that.

Sam still could not believe that Dean was having sex with him. Every time he expected it to be the last. Dean liked women. So did Sam, but Dean really liked women. Lots of them. So maybe this thing with Sam was just that, a thing. Maybe he had taken pity on him when he was so inept about what to do about Thomas and was just waiting for Sam to move on?

But Sam did not want to. He was having fun with Thomas sure and the sex was not bad, but he was not Dean. His boyfriend did not make Sam feel the way that Dean did. Could not strip him raw, turn his mind inside out then cradle him, bringing him back to earth, back home. He did not believe anyone else would ever be able to do that because no one else was Dean. His big beautiful brother who was watching him intently as he undressed before him.

Then he was grabbing his face up in those so strong, gentle hands and was kissing him, and Sam melted into his kiss, into the embrace all over again.

Dean would never get tired of kissing his younger brother. No one had ever given themselves up so completely into his hands as did his brother. He tasted of spearmint chewing gum and that distinct Sammy flavour. Then he had him wrapped in his arms and he kissed him, wanting him to know just how much he loved him, wanted him and was so honoured and thrilled to be the first, that Sam wanted him in this so intimate way.

He slid his lips from his brother's mouth and holding Sam so close, so tightly, spoke into his ear, "Are you sure?" not letting him go.

"Yes," quietly and seriously into his own.

Dean was kissing him once more and Sam threw his head back, open mouthed as that mouth of Dean's kissed along his jaw, down his throat and then over his body as Dean worked his way down, slowly sinking to his knees, never once giving up his surrounding hold on him. Those calloused hands glided their way down his back, holding his waist as Dean took his left nipple between his lips and 'suckled' on him making Sam whimper and hold the back of his brother's head, his other arm sliding over a shoulder and down Dean's back to scratch lightly along his spine.

Dean would never cease to be surprised at the sounds Sam made. They were so raw and needy, so dark and dirty and unimaginable coming from such an innocent looking youth. Each little moan, each whimper made Dean's prick that little bit stronger, more eager but he took his time. He sucked hard on the nipple pulling his head back then releasing the abused nub with a pop as it slid from his tight lips, then he bit, sucked and mauled his way down to those hairs that so often had him captivated.

Sam smiled as he wondered he had any belly hair left the way Dean would play, pull and tug on it. He would almost call it a fetish the man spent so much time and attention there. His prick pushed up against Dean's neck but he ignored it in favour of that line of hair or, Sam suspected, just to drive him mad. Hands at his waist and his jeans were very slowly pulled down and a final 'bite' to his belly and Dean was helping him out of them.

Then Dean pulled on Sammy looking up at him, encouraging his lover down to the floor where Sam lay back, his arms reaching for his brother and Dean rolled on top of the long frame, just as he had months before in this very spot between the TV and the sofa.

There was no rush this time though. Slow touching, exploring as Sam lay back as the elder 'worked him over' gentle hands and mouth every where, then Sam arched back, breath hissing as Dean licked across the head of his prick.

All Dean heard was an, "Nurunph" which made him smile as he knew it roughly translated to, 'oh fuck, that's good please oh yeah fuck Dean!' he closed his lips around the engorged head and oh, so, slowly, pulled. "Arhnumph!" which said it all really, and grinning, Dean lowered his watering mouth as far down his brother's prick as he could without deep throat-ing him, he wasn't ready for Sammy to cum just yet.

Sam's left hand carded into the short hair pushing, wanting Dean to take him into his throat. It was fucking amazing when he did that, the sight of those lips working around his prick could probably make him cum all on its own. But then Dean pulled back, and seeing the spit and pre-cum on those swollen lips, made Sam's prick jerk hitting Dean on the chin, spreading even more glistening juices there.

Dean thought Sam would faint if he didn't breathe soon and just grinned as he rubbed his index and middle finger over his mouth and then inside as seductively as he could, slavering them. Sam's eyes went round and, still grinning, Dean lent back down to swallow around him as he put his fingers to Sam's arsehole.

Sam's heels dug into the floor, the worn carpet rough on his back as he jerked upwards pushing himself into Dean's mouth as those slick fingers slowly, gently rubbed around and around his opening. He could not make a coherent thought to ever describe the feeling as, all at once Dean dragged his lips back along his shaft and, as he opened his mouth and throat to take Sam's prick all the way in, his middle finger pushed and burst through the so tight ring of muscle. Sam bit his own lip hard enough to draw blood.

Distraction over, Dean wanted to see Sam's face, so pulling back stripping the prick with tight lips, he let it fall from his mouth and licking his lips sat back on his heels, his finger held so tight in Sam's pulsing anus as his brother tried to breath. He pushed with his finger causing Sam's whole body to shudder.

Looking around, he asked, "Sam? Sammy? What did you do with the lube?"

Sam pushed himself up, staring at Dean, amazed that the man with a finger up his ass could speak so calmly. Leaning back on an elbow, trying not to show his sudden fear, Sam held out his right hand opening his fist to reveal the small bottle.

Dean smiled. His brother had been holding on tightly to it all the time. He pulled his finger from the tight hole gently against the resistance and gazed deep into his brother's wide anxious eyes. "You sure?" last chance. Dean's prick didn't care that he wanted this the other way around. Dean's prick was straining for that tightness he had just had on his much, much smaller finger.

Sam just nodded, licking his bottom lip, tasting blood hoping Dean had not seen it. He watched hardly breathing as Dean flicked open the cap and squeezed some of the warm liquid onto his fingers then grasping Sam's prick in his left hand, placed his fingers at the opening. Grinning at Sam, he slowly jerked him off whilst once more circling the anus then, with an almost "Arhh", pushed his index finger inside smiling at the widened eyes and stopped whilst Sammy adjusted to him all the while stroking that still so attentive prick.

It seemed to take for ever for Dean to push that finger all the way into him. Sam lay back down, his knees drawing up, his head going back, as the finger in his ass began to move in time to the hand on his prick. He squirmed, his shoulders rubbing against the floor, his hand ineffectually reaching for Dean. He licked his lips and made satisfied murmurs as the finger sped up then gasped as another burst through his hole to join it.

Dean stilled all movement as Sam's whole body rose up, afraid he had hurt him then Sam pushed down onto his fingers, his knees moving up higher, wider as he breathed out, "Dean, please." No more urging needed, Dean began to truly work the tight muscles open. He wanted in.

Sam thought he was going to pass out as he was stretched and another finger entered him to play. "Enough. Please, Dean"

"You want me to stop?" an incredulous pained squeak.

"No. Enough. I want you fucking me right now."

"Sammy, don't talk dirty!" But laughing relieved as he pulled those fingers free as quickly as he dared and surged up his brother's body.

Dean was kissing him again, hard, deep, and he felt his brother's prick questing at his slightly sore hole. There was a "Shit!" and a fumbling as Dean remembered the lube then fingers lining up the head of his prick and a tense silence as Dean stared into Sam's eyes, a gasp and he was in.

Dean just stared at his brother. He could not move the channel so tight clutching him. If he moved he would cum and he so did not want to do that yet, not yet but it was so hot and tight and pulsing around him.

Sam could see nothing, his eyes screwed shut, his head back as he desperately stopped himself from screaming out. From telling Dean how much of a bastard he was for making him hurt like this. Then it was gone, the shock, the pain and he felt himself relax, and grabbing onto Dean's shoulders, he sort of pushed out and felt that huge seeming prick, slide in a little further. His nails left half moons in Dean's skin.

Dean didn't notice as he clenched his teeth and slid just that little, bit, further, inside. Either he had not prepared Sam enough or, because, it was Sam, but it had never felt like this, this good before. Anal was always good and tight, but he had never wanted to cum before he even got going before. He pushed his face into Sammy's neck so if the boy did manage to open his eyes he would not see the effort on Dean's face.

Sam pulled his legs up and crossed then over Dean's buttocks. That helped with the stretched feeling and Dean slid even more inside. He must be in by now, surely? There was just so much of him. And this had been Sam's idea in the first place! What the fuck had he been thinking? He concentrated on breathing and forced himself to relax. And then it all got a whole lot better.

Feeling the intense tightness give, Dean was able to slid all the way 'home'. He opened his eyes and lent up searching Sam's face. "You okay?" as his brother tilted his head to look at him. He did not truly look it but, licking his lips, Sam nodded and shifted his heels higher on Dean's back, his arms moving to surround him.

"Kiss me?" and Dean did, straining up to reach those lips, then rose up onto bent arms finding it easier and slowly began to move his hips in time to his lips.

It took a moment for Sam to realise that the friction he could feel as Dean's prick began to move inside him did not hurt. It was uncomfortable but did not hurt.

Dean began to move on him, in him more confidently as Sam kissed him back just as strongly as he began to move his hips under him, pushing against him, meeting him. He lay fully on Sam, running a hand up into that dark chestnut hair, breaking the kiss, panting onto his lips. He shifted slightly, higher on him managing to thrust that little bit harder and suddenly Sam made one of his noises as his head threw back and his hips shot up knocking Dean off his rhythm. "Sam?"

"Again. Fuck, Dean! Do that again."

Dean wasn't sure what 'that' was, so he just thrust in again and again and Sam pulled at him with hands, with legs, panting out.

"There. Hah. Dean!" Each time Dean's prick pushed into him, he could feel an electric jolt shoot through his body. He had no idea where it was coming from or why, but he liked it. He liked it a lot, and he could feel his balls drawing up and he was going to cum and he wanted to but it was way to soon because he never wanted this feeling to stop he never wanted the prick stretching him so wide in such a good way rubbing pushing heating him up to stop and and….. "Dean. Shit! I'm gonna …" and that was it, and as his body convulsed, he put scratches across Dean's back while trails of cum shot from him to be spread and mashed between their bodies as Dean was not going to stop for anything.

Except that is, to still and luxuriate in the thrill of Sam's rectum convulsing around his prick. Pulse after pulse in an irregular rhythm holding him captive until Sam relaxed around him, under him, and moving again, causing Sam to whimper, he pushed in slow, long and deep. Once, twice then he too came shooting up deep inside his brother, clutching at the broad shoulders, then collapsing down breathing raggedly onto a body turned liquid under him.

Legs like lead, Sam was helpless as he felt so weak, his limbs falling to the floor. He had no energy to spare needing it all just to survive. Dean's still swollen prick slipped out of him making him shiver, thinking he could cum again just from that as his brother moved further down his body to lie between his legs head on his chest.

"Sammy?" a breathless mumbling he could feel vibrating against his chest.

"Yeah?" equally breathy.

"I think you just ruined me for anyone else."

Smiling, idly running his fingers across Dean's sweat glistened back, he purred, "Good." -

"Where are you going?" Dean asked as Sam descended the stairs dressed in his best 'casual' clothes.

"To see Thomas." As if that would be obvious, it was Friday night after all and there was a football game on.

'But you can't!' Dean wanted to scream at him. Why the fuck would he want 'him' when he had Dean? When he was right here? The sooner Dad got back and he convinced him it was time to move on the better. Dean was thinking bad thoughts.

"See you later." Cheerful, chipper and not what Dean wanted to hear.

Moving quickly he grabbed Sam's jacket and pushed him hard up against the wall. He rammed his body against him feeling his brother harden straight away. Good. "Well have a nice time." Rubbing his own prick against his brother's. "But don't even think about letting him fuck you. If he does, I'll beat the crap out of him." Sam stared at him, no fear, just a kind of excitement. "Kiss him, touch him all you want but don't cum. Not till you get back home. At eleven thirty sharp! Keep you curfew. And do you know what's going to happen then?"

Sam swallowed, shaking his head, doing nothing to fight Dean off.

Dean lent forwards once more, whispering into his ear. "I'm going to strip you naked and throw you over the back of the couch then I'm going to 'play'." He grinned against Sam's cheek as the teenager moaned and pushed against him.

"And what if I miss my curfew?" Sam asked, all hot and anxious but wanting to be provocative.

Dean backed off letting Sam lose. He ran the back of his hand over the prominent bulge in Sam's jeans then, opening the door, pushed him outside. "I won't be here!" and slammed the door in his brother's face. Grinning, he moved off into the kitchen. There was no way Sammy would miss his curfew.

He felt sorry for Thomas.

No he didn't.

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