Dean woke enveloped in warmth. For years he'd bitched and moaned every time he had to share a bed with Sammy because the larger hunter always treated him like his own personal teddy bear. For years he'd put on a gruff exterior and tortured his younger brother mercilessly because he couldn't admit to himself, let alone anyone else, how much he enjoyed waking wrapped in his younger brothers arms. It was so at odds with his self image and their relationship that he never quite understood why simply falling asleep would flip their dynamic it still made no sense to him but he couldn't help but snuggled into the warmth of Sam's arms. He lay there until finally the demands of his bladder forced him to move. He began inching towards the edge of the bed doing his best not to wake Sam. He hoped if he was quite enough he could make it to the bathroom and back without the younger man waking. Unfortunately, despite Dean's best efforts, Sam woke up and pulled him close snuggling his face against the warm skin of Dean's back. Dean didn't want to move, he wanted to stay in bed and enjoy Sam's drowsy snuffling against the back of his neck but his bladder's urgent warning were becoming more and more strident until he squirmed loose and bolted from the bed.
He turned just in time to catch Sam retract like he'd been shot. Crap! They were finally in a place where he could enjoy being snuggled by his mammoth baby brother but years of teasing and too much diner coffee were teaming up to mess things up.
"Sorry, I thought…" Sam began his voice ragged.
"You thought right, Sammy boy, but I really have to go." Dean was nearly prancing with the effort to hold it in long enough to explain himself. Sam looked at him, his hazel eyes wide and glistening, Dean couldn't quite read the expression but it didn't look pained so he darted off to the bathroom. When he came back Sam still lay on the bed under the covers. Dean slid in beside him pressing his body against the younger hunter, inviting Sammy to wrap his arms back around him. Sam draped one arm over Dean's ribs the tips of his fingers brushing the soft, pale hairs at the base of Dean's spine.
"I thought I messed up, I thought we wanted different things." Sam's voice was quite and insecure. Over the past few years Dean had watched his brother become bolder, stronger, and harder. He'd been proud to watch Sam become more confident and had been happy to see that his baby brother was growing more able to take care of himself, but part of him missed the softness and had grieved as the part of his brother that needed him shrank. Hearing that insecurity in Sam's voice filled him with a confusing maelstrom of sadness and joy.
"What? You thought I was only in this for the sex?" He asked tilting his head up to look into Sam's big hazel eyes. He still wasn't sure how to feel, he didn't know whether to be hurt, angry or amused. His first instinct was to laugh but given Sam's current emotional state that probably wasn't the best idea, anger probably wouldn't help much either. That left him with hurt and Dean Winchester didn't do hurt.
"I've kept you along this many years and never laid a hand on you until two days ago, what makes you think I would be all about the sex now?"
"That's the point, you never touched me until we started having sex, I thought maybe you still didn't want the touchy feely stuff."
"I've hugged you." Dean said taken aback by the defensive tone in his voice.
"When I'm drunk or dyeing."
"Well, you know how I am."
"Yeah, I know how you are. What I don't know is what's changed now. Are you going to be affectionate now just because we're having sex?"
"It comes with the territory, I guess, but that's not all. I mean I don't hug and snuggle with women I meet in bars."
"Then what is it, Dean, I like this but I want to know why."
"Because I love you, Sammy, I mean I've always loved you but its different now. I don't know how to explain it."
"You're in love with me?" The question took Dean by surprise.
"I don't know, I've never been in love before." Dean finally admitted, the closet he'd ever come to loving anyone was Carry and even that didn't feel like this, he'd never loved anyone the way he loved Sammy. There was no one else he'd die for, who he would kill for, whose absence caused him pain and presence made him happy. "I think I've always been in love with you. When you went to Stanford I thought it would kill me. For weeks I'd wake up in the morning and couldn't wait to get up and see you. Then I'd remember you were gone and I didn't want to get up." Sam wrapped both arms around the smaller man and pulled him tighter. "When that jackass stabbed you all I could think about was getting you back, it didn't matter what it took. I had to get you back or lie down and die. When the crossroads demon told me I'd only have a year with you I didn't care, a year was better than loosing you forever right then." Sam was surprised to feel moisture where Dean's head lay against his chest. He pulled one arm back and put his hand under Dean's chin tilting his face back. His brother's eyes were filled with tears and agony.
"Shhh, it's okay now." Sam said softly he scooted down the bed and kissed the tears from Dean's face. He could count the times he'd seen his brother cry on one hand and watching tears well from those green eyes and course down the bridge of that freckled nose caused his heart to hitch.
"God, you're turning me into a girl." Dean said scrubbing at his eyes.
"But you're my girl." Sam said with a grin running his fingers through the silky, invisible hairs beneath his hand. Dean shivered at the caress while gritting his teeth at his brother's words. With a grunt he rolled on top of the larger hunter and pinned his wrists to the headboard. Sam's eyes twinkled with surprise and laughter.
"Let's get one thing straight, Sammy, you're my girl." The younger hunter laughed and Dean put more pressure on his wrists growling. Sam lay pinned against the bed staring up at his brother enjoying the way the older hunter's body felt through the thin coverlet. Dean let his knees slide to either side of Sam's thighs to get a better purchase and jumped as something long and hard brushed against his ass through the covers. "You like being pinned to the bed?" Dean asked incredulously.
"I like you wiggling around in my lap." Sam's voice was filled with heat but the fire in his eyes was unrivaled. He bucked his hips and that same long hard shape caressed the groove of Dean's ass. Dean was surprised by the thrill of pleasure that tightened in his stomach and caused his own dick to fill with blood.
"You think you can handle it?" He asked deliberately wiggling his hips causing his cheeks to slide over Sammy's heat. A flicker of surprise coursed through Sam's features only to be replaced by blazing lust.
"Do you?" Dean had never really considered reversing their roles but the sensation of Sam rubbing against him and the devouring lust the larger man's eyes pushed any doubts from his mind. He pushed up on his knees and began tugging at the thin cover that separated his body from Sam's. Sam's eyes widened as Dean's motions brought his swelling cock closer to Sam's face. It took a great deal of effort not to take the hard length into his mouth. Instead he helped Dean moved the covers away from his crotch. Finally they managed to drag the covers away; Dean instantly sat back down his balls resting on the mound above Sam's penis. Sam's cock followed the curve of Dean's ass, fitting far better than either could have imagined. Dean was surprised at how good it felt to have Sam's warm skin beneath him. It had always felt spectacular to have the younger hunter's warm, firm ass nestled against his crotch; he'd never imagined it would feel half as good to have his brother's body resting against his balls and ass. He rocked back and for the a few times reveling in the feeling of Sammy's head sliding up and down his body and taking great pleasure on the almost pained expression of pleasure etched across his brother's face.
"If you keep that up I'm going to go." Sam moaned staring down at Dean. Dean grinned and leaned forward proffering two fingers to Sammy. Sam took the fingers in his mouth sucking on each and running his tongue over them to make sure they were good and wet. Dean pulled them from his brother's mouth and reached behind himself circling his index finger around the tight bundle of muscles behind him. The sensation was more pleasurable than he'd ever imagined but the as he probed the tight hole with his fingers it tightened even more. He tried adding more pressure but that pushed the sensation too quickly to pain. Sam lay beneath Dean watching his face.
"You have to relax, focus on the pleasure and your body will open up." He said gently his dick twitching impatiently.
"I'm trying to relax but up until now that's been an exit only, and it's not too happy about losing that status." Dean said trying to slowly work his finger into the tight hole. Finally he managed to wriggle the blunt tip of his finger in swirling it to loosen the muscles. This too felt far better than he'd ever thought and it was a simple thing to press it in further. Leaning forward he gauged where his own prostate would be and ran the tip of his finger over it. The sudden urge to pee gripped him.
"Does it always do that?"
"Do what?" Sam's eyebrows rose in surprise.
"When I fuck you, does it make you have to pee?"
"At first sometimes, but after that that little tingle gets stronger and if feels awesome." Sam said a smirk playing across his features. Dean brushed the finger across his prostate again and shivered, it still made him want to pee but the sensation had always been mildly pleasurable and despite the urge to go it also caused that little ring to loosen each time. Finally he was loose enough to insert the other finger he scissored them back and forth loosening himself further he inserted a third finger for safe measure, after all Sammy was really big, before withdrawing his fingers .
"I think I'm ready." He said quietly. Sam leaned forward and kissed Dean, as his tongue probed the older hunter's mouth Dean guided Sam's head towards his entrance and began lowering himself onto the hot thick shaft. That original stretching sensation was so much more intense pushing the balance between pain and pleasure higher. At first pain won out and he couldn't help but wince but he slowed his descent and balance flickered back to pleasure as Sam's head brushed that tight bundle of nerves inside causing him to spasm wider. Finally he could feel the base of Sam's cock touch his ass, his balls once again resting on the gentle swell above it.
"God you're so tight, so hot." Sam said quietly his voice hoarse. Dean looked down as Sammy. The younger man's face was slack, his eyes half glazed. Dean took a moment to examine the sensation of having Sam's long hard dick buried in his ass. It was definitely tight but the stretching sensation wasn't too uncomfortable any longer. It didn't really feel that good either until Sam's cock pulsed sending a tingle of pleasure through the nerves lining his tight passage. With a sigh Dean pulled himself up feeling each ridge and vein of Sam's cock as it squeezed back through his tight passage. As the thick ridge at the base of Sam's head brushed against his prostate Dean realized what his brother had meant. The sensation that shot from his balls to his head was still ticklish but it was so intense if felt like a miniature orgasm all by itself. Sam moaned beneath him as Dean's tunnel clenched and gripped his head. Dean rose until only the tip of Sam's cock was inside him before thrusting his hips down again.
He continued to rise and fall torn between focusing on the thunder storm of sensations rushing through his body and the expressions playing across Sammy's face. He really hated to admit it but he would have liked to try it one time when he didn't have to do all the work so he could really enjoy it. He could feel his own orgasm approaching and picked up his pace thankful that his years as a hunter had given his strong leg muscle, still as the sensations jetting from his prostate to his balls and through the rest of his body were beginning to makes his legs tremble and he was thankful when he felt Sam's strong fingers grip his ass to steady him. A few more strokes and he came throwing his head back in a hoarse shout. As the orgasm gripped his body he could feel his already tight passage clench around Sammy's swollen cock milking it. Sam hissed and came. Dean moaned as he felt torrents of hot come fill him. He leaned forward exhaustedly wincing as the jizz that he had deposited on Sam's stomach squelched between their bodies. As he rested on the younger hunter, Sam's cock began to grow soft and slid from Dean's abused hole with a soft pop. The moment the dick was gone the cooling come began to seep out of his ass and down his thighs.
"That was amazing." Sam sighed rubbing Dean's back with one heavy hand.
"Yes it was." Dean said as he nestled closer to Sam's broad chest. "Sammy?"
"Yes, Dean?"
"My ass hurts and is leaking."
"If you feel like moving we can take a shower."
"Maybe in a little bit." He said tugging at the cover that was still trapped between his legs and Sam's. Sammy laughed and did his best to extricate the thing blanket finally pulling it loose and wrapping it over his brother's shoulders. They drifted back to sleep with Dean stilling sprawled on top of Sam's lap.
An hour later Dean woke again while Sammy still lay beneath him snuffling softly. He sat up and stretched groaning as his ass gave a sharp pang. He hoped that things got easier eventually or he was going to feel guilty every time he fucked Sam. He slid off his younger brother and waddled towards the bathroom vowing to use actual lube if he ever did this again. Sam's come had tried in tacky rivulets down his thighs and he climbed into the shower sighing happily as the hot water streamed down and washed away everything. By the time he was finished Sam was awake and sitting on the edge of the bed scrubbing at his eyes. Dean walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. It didn't really make any sense to try modestly anymore sense he and the other hunter had tasted, touched, and been inside each other but he really wasn't looking forward to a round two anytime soon so he gripped the towel with one hand while he rifled through the dufflebag.
"Damn." He said standing and glaring down at the bag.
"What is it?" Sam asked peering over at him.
"I've got a clean pair of boxers, jeans, and socks but no shirts. I don't think there's a shirt in here that I haven't worn twice at least." He grumbled as he reached back down to fish out the rest of his clothes.
"I guess we'll have to hit the laundry mat today, until then you can were something of mine." Sam said standing up to dig through his duffle. Apparently Sammy had no qualms about a round two, he walked and squatted by his duffle naked as a jaybird. Dean watched the long lines of muscled and licked his lips as Sam's cock and balls dangled beneath his putting his ass and package of premium display. Dean quickly shimmied into his boxers and jeans wincing as he tucked his hard member down the leg the jeans. Sam stood up and turned around with a grey Stanford hoody that he offered to Dean. Dean grabbed the sweatshirt and pulled it over his head. The oversized grey shit swallowed him whole hanging halfway down his thighs and bunching around his wrists. Sam stood smiling at him still naked but less flaccid than he had been.
"Is this some kind of kink of yours?" Dean growled looking up to his brother's face.
"Apparently, you look so cute." He said stepping closer to the older hunter. He tipped Deans face towards his and kissed him quickly and fiercely.
"I don't do cute, Sammy." Dean said pushing at his bare chest.
"Actually, you do cute very well." Sam said running his hand down Dean's back before gripping his ass so tightly it made him jump to his tip toes.
"Were are not doing that again until is stops feeling like I sat on a baseball bat!" Dean said pushing against Sam's chest before taking a step back.
"Does little Dean's butt still hurt?" Sam asked smirking.
"You are fucked up man." Dean said glaring at his younger brother. "I'm going to go get breakfast; you better get your ass in there and take a cold shower. Cause the playgrounds closed for repairs." Dean said jabbing his finger towards the bathroom door. He turned on his heel and stomped towards the door without looking back.
"I love you, Dean." Sammy called after his still grinning. He just barely heard 'love you too, Sammy," as Dean slammed the door behind him.
