The next morning when Sam awoke Dean was gone. His duffle lay on the unused bed but he and the Impala were nowhere to be found. Any traces of the night before were gone including the convenient store bag and its cache of forbidden treats. Sam would have thought he dreamt the entire experience were it not for the crusty spot on the beet and the tenderness of his nether end. This was the last thing wanted to wake up and find. This meant that Dean had regrets and had fled to sort things out in silent solitude as he always did. Sammy had no regrets and saw no place for them in this new and wonderful relationship. It wasn't the worst possible thing that could happen though; at least the duffle bag was there which meant his brother planned on returning…eventually.
With a sigh Sam gathered up a set of clean cloths and went into the bathroom. He laid the cloths out on the sink, grunted at the coarse texture of the motel showers, then cranked the shower up until the water beat down into the fiberglass tub and steam billowed up to fill the room. As he eased himself under the hissing spray the events of the night washed over him causing his breath to hitch. Last night had been the culmination of years of frustrated fantasy and unrequited desire tearing lose to lay waste to what was left of his compunctions. He had survived and carried throbbing warmth in his chest at the memories. His thoughts returned to waking up in the empty bed and the warmth turned chill. He loved Dean more than anything else in the world and he knew his brother felt the same. He had wanted to make love to Dean more than anything else and he was positive the older hunter enjoyed himself. But his brother had a habit of overreacting and the only thing keeping him from huddling in the corner to cry was that his cloths were still there and Dean would be back.
The noise of the shower was so loud that Sam did not hear the room door open and close or the heavy steps towards the bathroom. He didn't even notice the bathroom door open until the curtain tor back. Instinctively he flattened himself against the far wall and grabbed the nearest weapon.
"What're you gonna do? Blind me with the Herbal Essence?" Dean asked glancing down at the cocked shampoo bottle.
"Dean! You scared the hell out of me!" Sam growled before replacing the bottle. Dean was being careful to keep his eyes above Sam's waist. Same barely bit back a sigh, he felt a conversation coming and if Dean was unwilling to look at him it wasn't going to be one he would enjoy.
"Sammy, we need to talk." Dean said before sitting down on the closed toilet seat.
"I was afraid you were going to say that." Sammy replied sticking his head under the shower spray. When the last of the streamed from his hair he grabbed one of the coarse towels and began drying off. "What do you wanna talk about, Dean?"
"About last night, I was way over the line, and I pushed you too far."
"You make it sound like we had a fight, Dean. We weren't fighting, we were fucking, and you know what? I wanna do it again." Sam snapped trying to end the conversation before Dean could start.
"Do
you think any part of what we did last night was okay, Sam?" Dean
asked his voice deep and sharp.
"Yeah, I think it was fine. I
think it was fucking beautiful. We love each other and we showed it.
I enjoyed myself; my poor aching ass says you enjoyed it. What did we
do wrong?"
"We're brothers, Sammy, we are brothers and we had sex. That doesn't strike you as strange?"
"We have never been normal brother. You practically raised me."
"And that makes it any better?" Dean asked his voice rising into a squeak.
"I'm not saying it makes it better, I'm saying it makes us different. We have only ever had each other so I just wanna grab hold of once chance for happiness and hold the fuck on."
"I thought you wanted normal. That ain't fucking normal."
"I don't want normal, I want you!"
"Are you sure about that? If we go on like this, things can never be the same."
I knew things could never be the same after last night, but I wanted this, I've wanted this since I was sixteen, but if you wanna go back and pretend it never happened I can try. I'd rather lose this than lose you." Sam replied swallowing the lump in his throat. Giving up this new relationship would almost kill him but it was better than losing Dean for good.
"I love you, Sammy, I love lying with you, and I love feeling you. I love seeing that dopey, awestruck look on your face when you come. I want you too more than anything I never knew I wanted."
"Then why am I standing here naked all by myself?" Sam asked allowing a small pout to creep across his face. Dean chuckled and began to kick off his shoes. He stripped to his jean and stepped into the shower. He dove at Sam's collar bone nipping and sucking causing the younger man to throw his head back in a throaty moan. Dean began to slowly lick and kiss his way up Sam's throat while Sammy ran his hands down the smooth skin of Dean's back.
"Does this mean we can start getting single rooms? " Sam asked his hands snaking down Dean's back before probing beneath his brothers' waste band to grip the taught flesh of his ass.
"I dunno your feet are awful cold." Dean chuckled arching into the rougher caress.
"I may have cold feet but the rest of me is oh…so…hot now let's lose those pants." Sam replied bucking his hips against Dean causing his growing erection to brush against the smaller man's abs. Dean grinned as a shiver rocketed down his spine. Sam popped the top button of Dean's jeans his large fingers surprisingly nimble. Impatiently Sam jerked at the jeans causing the zipper to race towards the bottom before grabbing the pants and sliding them down Dean's well muscled thighs. His mind grew clouded as the long length of his brother was bared to the steaming air. A sparkling grin lit his face as he took in the sight. He began dropping little kisses, licks, and nips along Dean's hip bones being very careful never to touch the rapidly swelling cock. He was about to swoop upon the twitching dick when a sharp knock rang out from the hotel door.
"What the fuck?!" Sam groaned standing.
"No one knows we're here." Dean whispered harshly putting himself between the door and his little brother.
"It could be management." Sam responded trying to add a voice of reason.
"We're paid up till tomorrow, if management is here they know about the card fraud."
"You're jumping to conclusions."
"Jumping to conclusions keeps us alive." Dean snapped as the knock came again.
"We can't stand here naked."
"Could be a vampire, demon, werewolf, shifter." Dean responded verbally ticking off any creatures that would bother to knock first.
"Your clothes and our weapons are in the other room. If we stand here we're dead or arrested and believe me there will be some awkward questions and lots of pointing and laughing if we're arrested." Sam insisted.
"Alright, I'll go, you stay here." Dean replied making for the door.
"Why do I have to stay here?"
"Because I told you too."
"This changes nothing, Dean, you and me. We're still partners and I'm not gonna stay here with my head in the sand."
"Housekeeping, goddamnit!" A Hispanic voice shouted from the other room. Sam burst into laughter as the voice nattered out into a Spanglish rant about "reyas" and towels. Dean couldn't help but join in and this made the maid even more disgruntled.
"You wanna take this show on the road?" Dean asked his voice a lecherous growl.
"We might make a mess of your baby's interior." Sam replied smiling mischievously.
"What? No, though that's an excellent idea, I meant I wanna move to the beds. If you almost caused my knees to buckle without ever touching me I'd rather lie down if you're gonna blow me." Dean replied grasping the younger man by the cock. Sammy allowed Dean to lead him into bed room following close behind to avoid the smaller man's hand slipping and causing him to hit his knees. Dean released the throbbing leash and flopped onto the bed.
"I wanna watch you swallow me." Dean growled gazing at the naked, lanky man before him through lust hooded eyes. Sam grinned and began kissing his way up Dean's legs starting at his ankles and moving up his hand traveling just before his lips. Finally his fingers brushed the inside of Dean's thigh so tantalizingly close to the final prize. The anticipation was beginning to make Dean's toes curl. As Sam reached Dean's thighs his kisses became short quick flicks of his tongue until finally he ran his tongue up the seam of Dean's balls and up the length of his shaft. Through the final process Dean shuddered and jerked refusing to come before he saw his cock buried in his brother's grinning mouth. Sam began to teasingly lip and suck at Dean's head until he lost it.
"Please, Sammy, take all of me. I can't last much longer." Smiling Sam dove upon the quivering, seeping rod dragging a raged shout from his older brother as Dean blew load after load of hot come into his throat.
"I can't believe it that was damn near premature." Dean murmured hoarsely when he finally regained the ability to speak.
"I'm just that good," Sam replied smugly before bending down to kiss his brother's slack lips. Dean grasped Sammy's rigid pole and began kneading the shaft while they kissed. A knock at the door interrupted.
"Fuck, twice in one night is getting ridiculous. How many towels can two people use?" Sam grunted reluctantly pulling away from Dean's grasp. Dragging the sheath from the untouched bed he wrapped it around his waist and opened the door.
"We don't need anymore towels…" He began when Ellen Harvelle burst past him into the room.
"Jo's run off again. Is she here?" She asked looking around the room. She paused as she noticed Dean desperately trying to cover himself. She turned to look at Sammy and saw him standing by the door his eyes and mouth open wide. "What's going on boys?"
"Um…." Sam started.
"I sleep naked and Sammy just got out of the shower." Dean interjected thankful that his little brother's hair was still wet.
"Why's he wearing a sheet?"
"I'm a big guy, sometimes towels aren't big enough."
"Does showering always make you that happy?" Ellen asked gesturing towards the obvious tenting in the sheet.
"Does barging into people's hotel room always make you this nosey?" Dean snapped.
"You're right it's really none of my business, you two are grown men, you know what you're doing, and you can't produce any malformed babies."
"This is no one's business, Ellen, this is between us," Dean said sternly motioning to indicate Sammy and himself. "You just happened to barge in at the wrong time. This is our secret and you better keep your mouth shut." Dean finished with a small hint of threat.
"I hear you Winchester. If my daughter shows up send her home, I'm gonna beat her ass." Ellen replied backing towards the door.
"If Jo shows up tonight you'll have to take a number." Sam growled.
"I bet. You boys have a good night. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." She mumbled eyeing both of them. Sam slammed the door behind her. Walking towards the bed he dropped the sheet and smiled.
"You think Ellen would suck my cock?" He asked advancing on Dean.
"Don't know, she might…but then I'd have to kill her." Dean grunted glaring at the closed door. "That was such a mood killer," he grumbled.
"I'm still in the mood; I'm rarin' and ready to go." Sammy muttered standing beside the bed his rigid cock resting against his navel.
"Dude, Ellen Harvelle just busted into our room and caught me naked then looked at me like she wondered if I taste like chicken, I may never get it up again."
"You don't taste like chicken and I'm up right now."
"You're not gonna shut up until I blow you are you?"
"There are alternatives but I love watching you suck me." Sam replied cupping Dean's face and running his thumb over his brother's pouting lips. "See she didn't affect you that badly you're already getting hard." Sam chuckled pressing his thumb into the sensitive underside of Dean's cock. The smaller hunter squirmed at the caress. "I'm getting blue ball, bro, help me out." Sam asked his voice edging on pleading.
"Well when you put it like that." Dean said getting up from the bed.
"Where are you going?" Sam asked.
"You ain't straddling my chest again. I'm you're legs might give out and you'll sit on me, and I don't need your jumbo ass knocking the wind out of me."
"My ass takes you're breath away? 'Cause that's what I heard." Sammy replied climbing onto the bed.
"That it does, Sammy boy, that it does." Dean murmured slapping one of the tight globes before squeezing it in his palm. Sam jumped at the slap but his cock twitched Dean noted the response. Sam flopped onto his back causing his swollen meat to sway and bob. Dean allowed his eyes to flow over his brother's body drinking in every smooth plan and muscled. He wanted to make his toes curl. He knelt on the edge of the bed and began to crawl up his brother's body. Anyone else would have been afraid of the brutally hungry glint Dean's eye but Sammy knew what it meant.
He had seen that hunger more often in bars than on hunts. It wasn't a hunger for blood or pain; it was a hunger for warmth, a need to crawl inside the warmth of another person to escape the memories of living through death….after death. It was not the hunger for death it was a hunger for life, to wrap the warmth and sex of another around himself to fight off the chill surviving time and again when his number was called. That raw yearning hunger also meant that Dean would milk as much sensation from the experience as possible.
Dean climbed Sam's body 'til their hips were aligned then bent his head and took his brother's tawny brown nipple into his mouth flicking his tongue against the warm pebble while grinding his heat against Sammy's throbbing warmth. Sam moaned and threw his head back stretching his lithe body beneath Dean's manipulations until his toes curled and popped. Dean grinned as he felt his brother stretch and tremble beneath him. With a small smirk of victory Dean switched nipples adding the barest edge of teeth and continuing the long slow grind. Sam began to move his hands to Dean's back but the smaller man grabbed his arms and forced them over Sammy's head before making him cry out in a ragged moan by biting into the tender, swollen areola hard enough to bruise. Still he didn't let up straddling the line between pain and pleasure never ceasing the slow torturous rubbing. Sammy struggled against the restraining hold on his arm's seeking to feel more of Dean's skin than the hot, hard length sliding against him. Dean forced the straining arms back to the mattress before nipping the flesh just above his brother's reddening nipples.
"Can't, too much." Sam shouted arching his back and pressing his hips up before shooting on his chest.
While Sam lay stunned his eyes closed and his lips twisted into a hapless grin Dean lifted one of his legs onto his shoulder and aligned his aching shaft with Sam's tight pink rosebud. He began to slowly press into his brother's body. Sam was still lost in the warmth of his afterglow too relaxed to notice the unprepared penetration. He noticed when Dean bucked his hips causing his head to butt against tight bundle of nerves buried deep in his body causing sensation to shoot into his already overtaxed nerves.
"Oh, God. You're gonna kill me." Sam moaned as a shiver racked his body. Dean grinned and aimed for the nerves again causing the larger man to writhe. Dean kept his thrusts slow and steady dragging every moan from his brother that he could savoring each like honey: warm and sweet. Beneath him Sam began to sweat his skin glistening in the meager hotel lighting. Dean drank in the beautiful sight of the glistening golden skin and the careless abandon etched across his brother's languid face. Before long his body begged to pound mercilessly into Sammy's but he ignored the twitching muscles screaming for release, he would rather hear his brother beg.
"Can't, can't take anymore. Please." Sammy panted gasping for air.
"What is it, Sammy? You want me to slow down?"
"No, fuck me, goddamit!" Sam moaned thrusting his hips down impaling himself on his brother's cock. Dean abandoned the torturous pace and began to piston in and out of the too tight, too hot, velvet passage throwing back his head and reveling in the sensation of liquid fire spreading through his groin.
Sam began to pant harder as the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room and another orgasm racked his supine body. Again and again Dean's thrusts stroked u against Sammy's prostate causing him to writhe and jerk as wave after wave of sensation flash over him. Finally as his orgasm reached its peek one wave of pleasure was unable to pass before another was on him. Sammy's eyes rolled wildly as his vision the world melted around him and he came with a hoarse, ragged shout.
The spasms wracking Sam's body caused hi already tight passage to spasm and squeeze clenching around dean's length. Dean continued to pump against the spasmodic muscles until finally his own orgasm burned through his body. With a bellow Dean stabbed forward burying himself inside his brother before shooting torrents of searing seed into the still twitching grasp. Spent Dean collapsed across Sam's body nuzzling his face into the warm skin between his brother's neck and shoulder.
As the world re-solidified around him and his senses returned Sammy became aware of the soft snuffling snore in his ear. Though his arms were still bonelessly languid Sam wrapped them around Dean pulling the smaller man into his warmth. Dean unconsciously snuggled deeper into the warmth seeking it. Awake he could seek the warmth by plowing into another's body. In sleep he could accept the warmth that Sam offered, could satiate his hunger. As the brother's lay on that hotel bed Sam vowed to offer his love and warmth to Dean awake and asleep forever. Even on the nights that Dean did not seek he would give.
