Chapter Two
They drove in silence, darkness swallowing the road as night time arrived. Sam was numb, resting his head against the window watching the road. Contemplating what to say. Confused by all these actions. What he wanted. What Dean wanted. It was all a big mess. Like a million jigsaw pieces, none of them fitting right, nothing coming together. He nearly kissed Dean. Or had Dean been trying to kiss him? Had it all been a joke at Sam's expense? He rubbed his hands. The welting pain from the boiling water had subsided slightly and he kept them pressed against the window, cooling by the night. Every so often he would glance over at Dean yet it only hurt him more. Hurt even more than his sore hands. Deep down he knew nothing could happen. Dean was his older brother. Always there for him. He couldn't lose that love. That bond. He was terrified Dean wouldn't look at him in the same way now. A boundary had been crossed. Sam begged and prayed to God that they could make it back from this.
Dean kept his eyes focused on the road ahead. Heart thumping. Blood racing. His eyes were red. He was straining to hold back the tears. Determination kicked in, he wouldn't let Sam see him cry. Fuck that. He gritted his teeth. Face contorting with anger and frustration. He wanted Sam so badly. Had done for years. He'd kept the feelings to himself, despised himself for thinking such sinful, disgusting thoughts. Yet just thinking about his baby boy, his Sammy, their bodies entwined. It made Dean want to close his eyes and never open them again, not if it meant leaving behind the clear visions of Sam.
He had dreamt about it before: the first time they would kiss. His hands searching across Sammy's body. Pressing against his baby brother, feeling the hardness of his groin. Lips locking together. Saliva mixing. Teeth bumping in the passionate frenzy. Working his tongue in and out of Sammy's mouth until he coaxed out a moan. Now they couldn't even look at each other. He'd scared Sam away.
"Sam.." Dean's voice broke. Sam held back the tears. Hearing Dean sound so broken and hurt. Vulnerability slipping off his tongue as he spoke, "Back there Sam, in the bathroom..."
Sam scrunched up his face, holding in the pain, "You shouldn't have done that Dean! Why did you do that!"
Dean was taken aback, "Me? Sam it was you! I was trying to help! You were scalding yourself!" His heart was in his mouth. He had wanted to stay calm and be gentle but his words came out sharp and snappy.
"You teased me Dean! You never know when to fucking stop! You push and push Dean!" Dean's grip on the steering wheel tightened.
"It was a joke!"
"It wasn't a joke! It was twisted! Your twisted!" Sam coughed and choked. His throat swollen.
"I'm not the one gagging for cock!" The words were out before he could stop them, tumbling out of his mouth. Sam's reaction was instant. He clenched a fist and sent it smacking into Dean's face, falling back into his seat in floods of tears. Dean swerved the car, rolling into the side of the road, slowing amongst some trees. Blood trickled from his broken lip. His own tears welling up. Hand nursing his mouth. Devastated that his Sammy had hit him. Sam was curled up in a ball wailing. Dean wanted to hurt Sam just as bad. He raised his fist, ready to blow into Sam. Blood pulsing. Eyes wide. His fist came thumping down.
At the last second Dean's fist crumpled away. He couldn't do it. Couldn't bring himself to strike Sammy. He would only hurt him with words. Wouldn't dare touch him. No one could touch him. He wasn't his Dad.
"Maybe if you weren't so fucking desperate for it Sam! You were pretty much asking for it! Like a little whore!" Dean's voice was gruff; the softness ripped away. Driven by hurt and rejection, "You wanted my dick Sam! No denying-"
"Fuck you Dean! I hate you!"
Dean grabbed Sam by the shoulders, pulling him round. Glaring right into his eyes.
"Don't you ever say that!" Dean roared.
"It's true! I hate you! I HATE you!" Sam screamed. Dean's nails dug into Sam's skin. They were both bawling their eyes out. Fuelled by fury Dean shook Sam.
"Shut up! We are family!" He took his hands and snatched Sam's head. Making their noses touch.
"Family? What family Dean? We haven't been a family in a long time! When was the last time we saw Dad? Huh?" Sam growled, "He only calls us when he wants something. When he needs something from us. And your more than willing to drop fucking everything for him!"
"That's what you do for family Sam! We are brothers, we need to stick together! Dad needs us!"
"Brothers! Ha!," Sam sarcastically laughed, throwing his head back, "We aren't normal brothers Dean! Normal brothers don't do what we do! Normal brothers don't tease each other like we just did!"
"Sam enough!" Dean flung his hand onto Sam's wrist.
"Don't touch me!" Sam writhed and wriggled, trying to get away, "Get off me! I hate you!" Dean couldn't take it. The words cut him like a knife. Those weren't the words he wanted to hear. Not from Sam. It wasn't true.
"No! You love me! We love each other!"
Sam pushed off Dean, hands scrambling for a way out, crying his words, "I hate you!"
Dean plunged into Sam, their mouths connecting, muffling Sam's cries. Sam opened his mouth to gasp and Dean dove his tongue in deep, swirling around his brothers mouth. Tasting him. Embracing him. Sam tried to fight it but the shock stunned him still. He could taste the metallic tang of blood that trickled from his brothers lip. Guilt stricken he gently suckled on the bruised area of his brothers mouth. Dean squeezed his eyes, absorbing the pleasure and ignoring the sting. Sam closed his eyes and fell into Dean's strong arms. Opening his mouth to him. Their tongues met. Lapped at each other. Entwining. Dean kissed Sam's cheeks, kissing away the tears. He brought his hand up to Sam's head, pulled him nearer and buried his teeth into Sam's neck. Sam cried out, squirming and convulsing in satisfaction. Relishing in the sounds his Sammy was making Dean slipped his free hand down and massaged his erection through his tight jeans.
Once they finally broke free of the passionate kiss Sam was radiating lust. For a moment the brothers just admired each other, soaking in one another's faces, a mixture of delight and confusion. Before Sam was overcome with shyness Dean yanked his brother toward his lap. Sam willingly moved. Lifting his leg over and lowering himself down on top of Dean. Dragging his hands down Dean's shirt. Fingers slipping between the fabric, brushing against the flesh.
"Dean..." Sam whispered. His heart was battering against his rib cage. Head spinning.
Dean brushed Sam's long hair out of his face, caressing his cheek, "Sam I want this."
Sam's head sunk low. A tear fell onto Dean's chest, "I'm sorry... About before. About everything. I didn't- uh, I.. Um... I want this too, I just... I don't know..." Dean nuzzled into Sam.
"Sammy it's okay. We're okay now." Dean loosened up the buttons on his shirt. Taking it off his shoulders and throwing it on the back seat. Sam inhaled the musk. Dean took Sam's hands and guided them around his torso, making Sam grip his pecs. His eyes were heavy, full of trust and longing. He had waited years for this. Finally Dean Winchester had his little brother exactly where he wanted him. Sam took his time, enjoying his hands on Dean. Intimately examining every freckle and scar on his body. Exploring him. Mapping out what points tickled Dean. Painstakingly stroking and stimulating him, Dean tossing in approval.
Dean then lifted Sam's fitted t-shirt off his head and tossed it aside. Leaning in he licked at Sam's chest. Felt Sam shiver. His tongue traced the lines of muscle on his fit baby brother. Sam was stronger than he looked. Like a kitten Dean nipped and pecked at Sam's nipple. He crept his hands round and onto Sam's back. Sam's head flew back, euphoria engulfing him as Dean nails scored into him, leaving dark red lines tattooed into his sensitive skin. Dean lifted his hands off Sam for a moment. A small part of him fearing he had dug too deep.
"Don't stop Dean..." Sam moaned, forcing Dean's hands to return to their position on his back.
Sam shifted forward, bringing his lip to Dean's earlobe, "Do it harder..." He whispered. Dean obeyed. Roughly marking Sam. Sam loved it. He could really feel Dean. Feel how real this all was. It wasn't just another fantasy. Dean was here with him. Holding him. Needing him. Like an animal Sam growled. His wild cries propelling Dean's urges to the max. He seized Sam and their lips smashed together. Bodies grinding against each other, sweaty and dirty. Sam bit Dean's sore lip, swallowing the mix of bloody saliva. Dean groaned, pulling away slightly panting.
Sam frowned, "Too sore?" Dean smiled, wiping the smudge of blood away.
"No Sammy, s'good," his hand wormed down and started unzipping Sam's jeans, till the zip snagged. Dean grunted in exasperation.
"Get them off..Now" Sam nodded, clambered off Dean. Turned on the spot and sat down on Dean's lap. Feeling the considerable tent in Dean's jeans. Dean played with Sam's neck and behind his ears as he kicked his boots off, letting them thump on the car floor. He stopped. Just a second of doubt. Was this right? Dean's comforting peck on his neck was all the answer he needed. Shifting his weight, he shimmied the jeans down. Sitting down against Dean in thin, black, skin-tight boxers. Dean thumbed the waistband of the boxers. Drawing them down enough that he could place a hand onto Sam's ass cheek. Massaging and toying with the handful of flesh. His other hand smoothing round and down Sam's chest. The positioning was awkward, Sam couldn't get his hand down to undo Dean's jeans.
Dean sensed Sam's aggravation and cocked his head, "Back seat?" Sam grinned.
"You read my mind." Quickly they climbed over into the back seat, Sam moving first and Dean collapsing beside him. The two of them sinking into the leather seat. Sam pushed Dean onto his back and shuffled down so his head met with Dean's thumping cock. Shaking he unbuttoned Dean's jeans. Breathing deep before burying his hand into his brothers boxers, touching Dean's long, thick dick for the first time. The skin was smooth, like velvet. It was incredibly warm. He pumped Dean's length a few times. Hand adjusting to the size and feel. This was the first erection he had ever seen or touched apart from his own. Sam swiped his thumb around the head, tentatively pushing into the slit. Pre-cum dribbled out. Sam brought the wet finger to his lip and made a big show of sucking up the slippery substance. He kept the salty, mineral taste in him as long as he could. Spreading it around the inside of his mouth with his tongue. He was tasting pure Dean Winchester.
Dean mumbled keenly. He basked in the feeling of Sam groping him. It was unimaginable luxury. Watching the boy he raised fondle him. Sam loosened his jaw, licked his lips, proceeding to move in. Dean held Sam's head at bay. Sam peered up nervous and confused. Hazel eyes searching for permission.
"Sammy you don't have to do that," Dean explained, soothing Sam's nerves.
Sam kissed Dean's hip bone, looking up at him, "But I want to..."
To be continued...
