"Seriously, Sammy? Again?" Dean stared at the sign in front of him, his arms loaded with the clean laundry they had just washed at the laundromat.

He glanced to Sam standing next to him and Sam blushed. It had only been just last week that Dean had noticed Sam's first foray into graffiti and that he had indeed sucked dick for the first time.. Sammy's dick if you wanted to get technical about it.

They stood side by side looking at the sign, which said "Dean sucks" alongside a rudimentary drawing of a dick, but was now followed by "a lot!" all clearly drawn by Sammy's hand.

Finally, after a little stretch of silence, Sammy shrugged his narrow shoulders. With a sheepish grin he said, "Well it's true, isn't it?"

Dean chuckled and nodded, because it really was true. He sucked dick. A lot. In the week he had first taken Sam apart with his mouth he had sucked his brother off every single day, sometimes more than just once a day. He couldn't get enough of it - and it seemed Sammy couldn't either. His eager 14 year old body had practically no refractory period; he could get it back up and be shooting another load down Dean's throat in a matter of minutes.

Dean's cock gave a hot throb as the memories of all the times that had happened this week came flooding into his mind. He shifted the plastic clothes basket in his arms and glanced to Sammy beside him.

"How fast do you think we can get back to the motel?" he asked coyly.

Sammy looked up at him, flipping his bangs out of his eyes with a flick of his head. "I dunno if I can wait that long, Dee," he whined with a half whisper.

Taking a step back from Sam and looking down, Dean could see what he meant. There was an obvious straining bulge at the front of Sam's hand-me-down jeans and just the hint of a wet spot widening near the zipper. Dean's heart thudded when he realized Sammy was just as turned on as he was. But what could they do? It was the middle of the damn afternoon and they weren't exactly standing on a deserted street.

Sam looked around for a minute then whipped his head back to Dean, color riding high on his cheeks. "Follow me."

Dean did. Sam lead him quickly off the sidewalk and into a thick copse of trees a ways from the road. Sunlight dappled through the leaves but they were completely hidden from view in that little thicket. Dean dropped the laundry hamper immediately, spilling some of the clean clothes down onto the dirt and dead leaves at their feet.

Falling to his knees, Dean shuffled forward toward Sam, his mouth already watering for a taste. Sam tossed his laundry bag to the side and undid his pants lightning fast. His dick, gleaming and wet with precome, bounced inches in front of Dean's face.

Sammy took hold of his shaft and guided the tip to Dean's mouth then smeared it over his lips before feeding it inside. Dean moaned around it and swallowed down as much as he could. They were both getting pretty good at this.

Winding his fingers into Dean's hair, Sam began pumping his hips forward. Dean fumbled his jeans open and pulled his aching cock free. He started stroking it in time to the movements of Sammy's body. Sam whimpered and pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in. It caught Dean off guard and he gagged a bit. Drool started leaking out the corner of his mouth and dripping down onto his cock. He used the extra lubrication to speed the pumps of his fist, up and down, up and down. Fuck, it felt so good.

"Sorry for choking you, Dee," Sam panted, bringing a hand up to brush his floppy hair out of his eyes. He slowed up on the thrusts of his hips.

Dean shook his head and let out a muffled "uh- huh." He kind of liked the feeling of Sammy shoving his dick down his throat like that. Keeping one hand wrapped tightly around his cock he used the other to pull Sam closer.

Sammy gasped at the movement and Dean felt a well of satisfaction tighten up his chest. He couldn't believe he was actually the one to be able to give his Sammy this type of pleasure - that he was the first to give him this type of pleasure. He had so much love in his heart for his little brother he literally ached with it.

Tears pricked hot at the back of his eyes and he blinked rapidly, looking up at Sammy. Sam looked down at him, he was so beautiful with his brows drawn together and his perfect pink mouth open on an exhale.

"Oh, Dean," he moaned. He pulled his cock from Dean's mouth suddenly and leveled the gleaming head at Dean's swollen lips, stripping his shaft with wild abandon.

Dean tilted his head up just in time to catch the splashes of come that plopped down on his cheeks and chin. He pumped his own cock through Sammy's orgasm and soon found his release. Sam slumped down into Dean's lap and Dean wrapped his arms around him and held him close; this was becoming something of an afterglow sort of ritual for them.

"I made a mess of your handsome face," Sammy lamented curling closer to Dean's chest like he was a puzzle piece locking back into place.

Dean shushed him. "You can make a mess of my face any day." He grabbed a dirty flecked t-shirt from the ground beside him and cleaned his cheeks and chin with one hand. "We both made a mess of these clean clothes though. We're going to have to make a trip back to the laundromat."

Sammy groaned. "C'mon, really? Can't we just do it tomorrow?"

Dean chuckled and kissed the top of Sam's head. "I'll make it worth your while," he whispered into Sam's hair.

Sam jumped up from his lap and had his pants zipped before Dean had to say another word. He scooped up the duffle bag and looked at Dean impatiently. "Are we going or what?"

Dean gained his feet with a grin and dusted off the seat of his jeans after tucking himself back in and buttoning himself up. "All right then, let's go."