"Take the next left," Sam said, smiling smugly and nuzzling his nose against the sensitive skin behind Dean's ear.

Dean shivered and tightened his hands over the steering wheel, gritting his teeth. "We almost there?"

He felt just about ready to fucking explode, especially with Sam's hand caressing all up and down his thighs, purposefully neglecting his aching cock, the bastard. Dean's words had been mercilessly turned against him and now he was the one squirming and panting, all within the span of ten minutes.

"See that sign for the underground parking lot?" Sam asked, humid breath washing over Dean's neck.

Dean nodded tensely and pulled into the ramp that led down to a yellow and black barrier arm blocking the way in. Dean rolled down his window as he pulled up to the card reader, feeling the steamy air from the hot Houston night smack him in the face. He started turning toward Sam for the key card, but Sam was already crawling across the seat and over Dean to swipe it himself. Dean brought his hand up, taking full advantage of the situation, and slapped Sam's firm ass hard.

Sam yelped in surprise, jerking back into his seat as the arm raised up, granting them access. "You are so gonna pay for that," he said.

"Put it on my tab," Dean smirked, easing the Impala down into the parking garage.

He whipped into the first empty space he could find after Sam told him it didn't matter what level he parked on. The two scrambled out of the car as quickly as they could, barely before Dean even turned off the engine.

Sam grasped him by the wrist and marched him to the elevator nearest to them. Dean reached his hands up, tangling his fingers in Sam's long hair and tugging him closer to ravage his mouth with hungry licks and bites while they waited for the elevator car to arrive. When it finally did, they tumbled in with a frenzied tangle of limbs.

Sam blindly punched the button for his floor, hugging Dean close to his body, desperately needing friction for his aching cock. He ground up against Dean's belly, his hands seeking and finding Dean's ass, taking two handfuls of each cheek, swallowing up the groan that filtered out of Dean's throat.

Dean quickly pulled away, shoving Sam back against the wall and falling to his knees before him like a man worshipping at a sacred altar. He hooked his fingers into Sam's pockets and brought his lips to Sam's cock, straining under the confines of his dress slacks, mouthing wetly at the material.

Sam sucked in a sharp breath and pumped his hips forward, stroking through Dean's hair roughly, feeling like he would fucking die if he couldn't feel his dick inside Dean within the span of the next two goddamn seconds.

Dean's hands slipped to the front of Sam's slacks and he was just about to unzip the fly when the elevator pinged its destination and the doors rolled open. Without preamble, he hopped to his feet, took Sam's hand and bolted from the car. The sudden jerk back into the confined space was unexpected and Dean found himself nuzzled into Sam shirt, the other's foot holding the elevator door open.

"What's the hold up?" he protested, "We got things to do!" Sam's shushing motion exchanged further complaints for a questioning eyebrow.

"Mrs. Ferguson two doors down is, no kidding, the sitcom nosy neighbor," Sam leaned out of the car for a peek down the hall, the hot skin of his neck pressing against Dean's face. The temptation to sample was too much and Dean let his tongue slid over the smooth skin, easily garnering another groan and a heavy kiss.

"If she notices us walking by," he continued, panting, "she'll come out to talk."

"So what?"

"So do you feel like talking to a ninety year old great grandmother for twenty minutes? I thought not," Sam chuckled. Dipping his head for another searing kiss, Dean's hands fisting in his hair again, Sam groaned and whispered his plan. They would tiptoe down the hall against the opposite wall until they reached his door, two more past Mrs. Ferguson's. Sam could probably get his door open before the old woman could get her door open so they should be home free.

Hand in hand and fighting giggles like school boys, the two grown men inched their way down the luxurious carpet, eyes glued to the second door the entire trip. Sam took point and guided Dean around the plant topped table across from that door, his thumb pressed against his teeth to keep his laughter stifled. Dean, for his part, was a choirboy, naughty grin firmly in place and whispered retorts tumbling from his lips. Glancing over his shoulder, Sam allowed another shush to escape as he stopped them outside his door then swung Dean around him to keep watch. His keys slipped into the lock and it clicked just as Mrs. Ferguson's door swung open.

Not waiting for the kind old lady to make her salutation, Dean pressed himself against Sam's chest, his arms circling and then lifting him slightly off his feet for a tackle, kicking the door shut behind them as Sam yelled "Hi, Mrs. Ferguson" into the hall. They spilled onto the floor in the foyer, loud and unruly laughter echoing in the small space followed by a yelp from Sam.

"Damn but you're delicious, Sammy," Dean admired breathlessly as he dipped again for another go at Sam's throat.

Sam's skin flushed a pretty pink, from his unrelenting arousal as well as from Dean calling him Sammy again. He didn't usually like it when people called him anything but Sam, but the way Dean formed the letters with that perfect mouth, the way the name sounded rolling off his tongue, made it seem like such a crime to make him stop.

Dean straddled Sam's hips, grinding his ass down against Sam's aching erection, a wicked smile on his face. He curled forward, grasping Sam's wrists and wrenching them over his head and pinning them against the hardwood beneath them. Sam could feel the heat from Dean's breath wash across his chin and he moved his head up, as far forward as he was able with his arms trapped, biting at Dean's stubbled jaw.

"Say it again," he pleaded.

Dean ground down harder. "Say what, Sammy?"

Sam only had to look up at him for Dean to understand. "You like that, huh? Like it when I call you Sammy?" He brought his head down, licking the soft cup of Sam's ear. "Well, if you're a good boy, I might even scream it for ya."

Pure fucking want plowed through Sam and he absolutely could not take it anymore. His whole body tightened with the effort to roll Dean off of him and he let out a primal growl that was so uncharacteristic of him that he shocked himself. He stumbled to his feet, hauling Dean up with him, the beginnings of an apology forming on his lips until he saw Dean grinning with the same feral intensity. Sam suddenly found himself being pulled through his own apartment until they finally came to the bedroom where Dean pushed him up against the nearest wall. Sam let out a rough grunt with the driving force of the impact.

Dean's hands were instantly all over him, unknotting his tie and undoing the buttons on his shirt one by one. And with each inch of skin that was being exposed, Sam felt a fractional increase of self-consciousness. He had worked hard to get healthy, had worked so damn hard for the body he had now, but he still remembered, in a deeply hidden part of himself, the teasing and embarrassment he had endured when he was younger.

Dean glanced up from his task of unbuttoning, sensing a subtle shift in Sam's enthusiasm. There was a slightly shuttered look in Sam's beautiful hazel eyes and Dean only had to guess that it was from Sam's insecurity. He wanted to show him that he had absolutely nothing to be insecure about.

He began pressing hot kisses down the exposed expanse of Sam's toned chest as he continued to unbutton his shirt, muttering "gorgeous" and "stunning" and "so goddamn sexy" after each reverent touch of his lips. Sam quickly loosened again and by the time Dean had pulled off every last stitch of clothing on the younger man, Sam was grinning and completely unabashed, not to mention completely aroused; his cock, huge and thick, stood at attention proudly and was already shiny with dribbles of precome.

"Fuck, Sammy," Dean whispered with an irrefutable tone of wonder, dragging his eyes over every inch of the gloriously naked man before him. "You are so beautiful."

The blush crept up Sam's chest and neck, his dimpled smile bringing the childlike innocence back to his features for a moment before feral desire swept back in, his hazel eyes going dark as he reached a hand out. Dean groped himself through his slacks before dropping to his knees and tapping Sam's inner thigh, encouraging a wider stance. He placed a palm flat against Sam's abdomen and tickled the fine hairs that trailed to the coarser ones framing the swollen object of his affection. His other palm held Sam's leg still as he buried his face in the crook of his thigh, peppering bites and kisses as he spoke.

"Oh, the things I'm gonna do to you, Sammy. The things I'm gonna let you do to me? God, I can't wait." His voice was low and gravelly with want and he was rewarded his Sam's thick fingers in his short hair.

Dean took his time as he licked a wet stripe up Sam's engorged cock, savoring the sweat and musk that was Sam. His tongue rounded the head, licking at the precum stained skin like a lolipop before swallowing down as much flesh as would fit. Eyes closed, Dean heard Sam's head hit the wall behind him as a groan tumbled down to his ears, the sound like water on hot desert sand, his own cock starting to dribble.

Sam looked down at Dean's kneeling form and gasped again, his hips stuttering at his fantasy made real. The slurping sounds of Dean's mouth around his cock doubled the sensation and he knocked his head back against the wall again, the deep rumbled chuckle from Dean sending another wave of pleasure racing through his already overwrought nerve endings. He looked down again and studied the man below him, the muscles of his forearms bunching with the effort to keep Sam still, his full lips stretched wide and dripping with saliva and Sam's own slickness. He was getting close and his body tightened in response.

Sensing his imminent orgasm, Dean popped off his suckling, grunted his refusal and stood, taking a step back. "Not yet, baby boy. I got plans for you."

Dean took another step back as Sam stepped forward, a teasing dance as he kicked off his shoes and striped out of his own clothes.

"Condoms?" Dean asked, pulling his polo over his head to be tossed aside.

"Bedside table. Top drawer."

"They make them in your size?" he teased and shoved his khakis to the floor, stepping out in just in boxers and socks. "Did your eyes just sparkle? I swear there was a sparkle."

Dean laughed as Sam finally swarmed him, one sock still on, the other in his hand, and tipped them both onto the bed.

"You think you're cute, huh?" Sam asked, sliding his palm under Dean's thick thigh, caressing the smooth muscles and pulling the limb over his hip before sliding his fingers into the underside of Dean's boxers.

"I think I'm adorable," Dean retorted, leaning his head away and inviting Sam's attention.

Sam took full advantage of the offer and brought his mouth down, sucking wet bites to Dean's exposed throat, the brine of his perspiration zinging across his tongue. He crept his fingers further under Dean's boxers to the cleft of his ass. Dean let out a hiss as Sam's dry finger brushed against his throbbing hole, canting his hips up suggestively.

"I'm a pretty tough guy and I can take a lot, but I've never had anyone as big as you," Dean rasped earnestly. "Mind getting me ready first?"

Sam pulled back from Dean's neck, swishing his hair out of his eyes with a toss of his head. "You thought I wouldn't?" he asked, his eyes searching Dean's face. He knew he was bigger than most guys, hell a lot bigger honestly, and though Dean was a bigger guy, stature-wise, than Sam was used to, there was no way he wasn't going to take his time preparing Dean properly.

Dean shrugged and smiled. "Just wanted to make sure."

Sam nodded and crawled across the mattress to the nightstand, grabbing a bottle of lube and a handful of condoms. He made his way back to Dean, tugging first his boxers off and then his one remaining sock, pressing a kiss to the tender arch of Dean's instep. Dean giggled and jerked his foot away and Sam filed that particular piece of information away for later use.

He then spread Dean's thighs apart carefully, his eyes raking over the pale skin there that was much lighter than the sun kissed tan covering Dean's upper half. His gaze was quickly drawn to Dean's cock, thick and veiny, laying heavy against his lower belly. Sam swallowed back the sudden rush of saliva that filled his mouth and slicked up his fingers with lube, spreading a generous amount on Dean's quivering and puckered entrance with feather-light touches.

Dean gasped and Sam drew his hand back, looking up to gauge Dean's comfort level. His head was thrown back on the bed with his teeth bared.

Sam proceeded cautiously, squeezing his fist around the base of his own dick as he reached his hand forward again, pushing the tip of his middle finger into Dean's tight hole. He withdrew before he hit the first knuckle, earning a frustrated groan from Dean. He pushed in again slowly, further this time, and was about to pull out, when Dean suddenly reached down, grasping Sam's wrist roughly. Sam looked up, sure that he had hurt Dean somehow.

Dean stared at him, his face blushing an angry red. "What the fuck're you doin', man? You're killing me here."

"I'm getting you ready, Dean," Sam said softly with a nervous chuckle, suddenly and irrationally afraid that maybe he was doing it wrong.

He tried pulling his hand back from where his finger was still half buried in Dean's ass, but Dean's hand clamped down tighter around Sam's wrist, pushing his finger in all the way. "I'm not a fucking china doll. You're not gonna break me."

Sam shook his head lightly with uncertainty, his sweat-damp hair clinging to his forehead. Dean growled and began roughly pumping Sam's finger in and out of his ass. "Sammy, look at me"

Sam glanced up from where his finger was buried, locking his gaze on Dean's flushed face.

"It's okay. I can take it. Just open me up and I'm all yours, baby boy." Dean's voice was softer now, almost as comforting as it was commanding. Sam took a steadying breath and started again as Dean released his grip and leaned back on his elbows.

"Look at me, Sammy," Dean commanded, letting one hand slide down his torso and back up to pinch his nipple.

As if he could disobey, Sam's eyes hungrily followed Dean's hand as it caressed his skin. He was as aroused by Dean's muscular form now as he had been that afternoon. Rather than skinny or lean, Dean carried a hard bulk in his legs and shoulders. Sam admired the curve of his neck as it worked to keep Dean's head up, the strain in his upper arms where most of his weight now rested. His tummy jumped in time to Sam's hand which moved now with more confidence, in and out from tip to knuckle, then two fingers in and out from tip to knuckle.

Dean let his head fall back and spread his legs wider, his husky voice just a whisper, "Find it, Sammy. Give it to me good."

Sam knew what Dean wanted and twisted his hand at the wrist, letting the tips of his fingers slide against the soft walls of Dean's passage. It seemed so much easier with the smaller men that Sam usually attracted. They were overly eager, open and panting before Sam had time to learn what they wanted. But Dean? Dean was an entirely different animal. Dean wanted him to touch and taste and savor, and oh how his cries curled Sam's toes when he finally found that spot - it was nearly enough to push him over the edge.

"Dean. Dean, please." Sam's desperate voice shook Dean like a bass chord striking deep and resonating through his chest.

He lifted his head, blinking around the intense desire beating through him to bring Sam into focus. Sam's brows were drawn together, sweat beading on his forehead, on the very cusp of breaking.

And damn if Dean wasn't on the verge himself. Especially when Sam said, "I need to be inside you. I need to be inside you right fucking now."

Dean nodded vigorously, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut at the aching loss of Sam's fingers being withdrawn. There was the sound of ripping foil as Sam opened a condom and suddenly Dean felt the pressure of Sam's cock pressing against his overworked and eager hole. He looked up at Sam, seeing the pure bliss settle across his face as he pushed into Dean's tight heat.

Dean groaned loudly, feeling every single inch of Sam's dick as he worked in, stretching him, filling him, and in a way that was absolutely indescribable. Sam trembled above him, coming to rest on his elbows up by Dean's head after he had bottomed out and Dean hooked his ankles around Sam's lower back, silently nudging him to start moving. And move he did; short, shallow thrusts that quickly morphed into pounding and brutal pushes and pulls. The sharp sound of skin slapping skin rang out harshly in the confines of Sam's bedroom, mixing fluidly with the gasps and moans drawn from them both.

Bringing his hands up to dig his fingers into the steely and flexing muscles of Sam's shoulders, Dean held on against the staggering onslaught. He lifted his head up from the bed, sliding one hand into Sam's thick, damp hair and holding him in close for a fiercely intimate kiss. Sam whimpered into Dean's open mouth and Dean ate up the sound greedily, raising his hips for a deeper penetration of Sam's cock.

He suddenly found himself being lifted bodily up from the mattress by Sam's muscular arms and he gave a surprised grunt. He fell into place on Sam's lap, never once in the movement losing the fullness of Sam's dick, and straddled his legs wide over Sam's thighs, bouncing up and down wildly.

Sam wrapped his arms around Dean's back, pressing him close against his sweat-slick chest, bringing his mouth down close to Dean's ear as he continued to thrust up into his throbbing channel. "Do you feel how deep I am inside you, Dean?" he panted, sending a violent shudder through Dean's whole body.

Dean nodded, biting into the soft curve of Sam's neck. The sharp and tangy salt of Sam's sweat exploded across his tongue, instantly sending electric bolts of desire slamming straight down to his aching and rock-hard cock where it slid between their bellies. "S- So deep, Sammy," he stammered. "Christ, you're so deep, baby boy."

Sam's hands slid down Dean's back, grabbing his ass cheeks and spreading them, penetrating Dean even deeper, deeper than he had ever experienced. He cried out at the ecstasy of it, tangling his fingers in Sam's hair tightly, feeling his balls draw up close to his body as his orgasm started shaking through him in a slow and delicious build.

"I'm - I'm gonna…" Sam sobbed breathlessly against the crook of Dean's neck.

"Let go, Sammy," Dean choked, "Come with me."

His next breath lodged deep in his chest as he felt Sam go rigid against him, his cock driving up with a rough finality, filling the condom inside him with a hot, liquid rush that Dean could actually feel high in his belly.

Dean crashed over the edge almost simultaneously, shouting Sammy's name like he said he would, coming so hard that the world blurred to white. He spasmed and shook in Sam's strong arms as his cock erupted in powerful, sticky spurts between them, smearing and marking them both with his release. The exquisite high took its time fading as they sat unmoving for several moments, each letting his hands stroke the other softly, aftershocks rolling through them in turns.

Dean pressed his forehead to Sam's shoulder, gasping for breath and listening to the other's labored breathing settle back into a stable rhythm. Sated for now, his thoughts turned to cleaning up and hot water and worshiping this creature in his arms with a washcloth and soap but his limbs wouldn't obey the command to move.

"I knew there was a wildcat under that boy scout exterior," Dean mused against Sam's ear. The answering chuckle bounced him gently on Sam's lap before he was released and he fell back, pulling Sam with him, settling side by side.

"Okay, so maybe I did get a little carried away," Sam admitted with a blush and then laughed at Dean's incredulous face.

"A little? Dude, I never get manhandled. That was awesome!" Dean beamed like a million dollar winner, eliciting an embarrassed but proud chuckle from Sam.

Indifferent to the mess and eager to have him close again, Dean pulled Sam into his arms, one limb sliding under to caress his back. Sam settled his head against Dean's shoulder, cradled in a tenderness he didn't realize he needed. Dean massaged the tips of his fingers over Sam's scalp and took another deep breath, the scent of Sam and sex making his mouth water. As sleep inched its way over both of them, a rumble from Dean's chest pulled Sam's attention back from dreamland.

"What?" he asked, drowsily.

"Sam, did you really think you were gonna hurt me?" He could hear the smile in Dean's voice. "Like with just your fingers?"

"Aww man," Sam groaned and buried his face for a moment. "Come on, don't make fun of me now. You said yourself it was awesome."

Dean gave another happy rumble and pulled Sam's hand into his own. "Oh yeah it was awesome, but I'm thinking someone has a thing for delicate little princesses. Glad you got over that shit."

"They have a thing for me." Sam corrected. "Besides, you have a thing for me so... doesn't that make you the delicate little princess?"

Dean didn't answer but instead gave a tug to a lock of chestnut hair.

"Dude, ouch!" Sam let out a low laugh and rubbed his head where Dean had tugged, giving Dean a light punch in return.

"Dammit, baby boy!" Dean replied with mock irritation, followed by a wide yawn, "Can't you see a man's trying to sleep here?"

"Yeah okay." Sam was skeptical but nuzzled a bit closer anyway, his own yawn racing the next words from his mouth. "So I guess there are no pretty pink panties or fluffy tutus hiding in your stuff somewhere?"

"Of course there are!" Dean scoffed with another chuckle, pulling the throw blanket from the foot of the bed and covering it over the two of them. "If you let me get some sleep before round two, I'll show them off for you on the next date. I'm just easy like that."

Sam said goodnight before Dean could finish his sentence.

Author's Note: We hope everyone is enjoying the story so far! Just wanted to let you guys know that we changed the summary a bit since we decided to take the story in somewhat of a different direction, in as far as focusing more on the hot, steamy fun that Sam and Dean are going to be getting themselves into in the future ;) Stick around for lots and lots more fun to cum, I mean come.