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Looking directly at his brother, Dean lazily pushed himself to sitting trying to appear belligerent. He was excited but damned if he would let his brother see. He grasped the shirt in crossed arms determined to be rid of it but Sam put a tight grip to them, "No!" he commanded harshly enough for Dean to look askance. The look on his brother's face was set, so Dean lifted a leg to pass over Sam who did not appear to intend moving and his leg was grabbed as Sam finally divested him of the long sock.

As he turned he saw the footwear hit the wall and his other ankle was caught and also stripped. Laying down, he opened his legs wide, his face into the pillow that he clutched tightly as he tried to relax ready for the pounding he knew his brother would give him. They knew each other so well and was certain that Sam recognised his need.

His hands almost shaking, Sam placed his palms on the globes of pale buttocks and smoothed upwards to hold onto Dean's waist, his fingers gently massaging, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles at the base of the spine just as his brother's had on his shoulder minutes before. Crowding over the prone figure once more, he placed his mouth between his thumbs and gave a sucking kiss to the hollow there. Moving up inches at a time, Sam worked his way up the spine burying his face under the fabric, pushing it upwards to reveal the smooth skin.

He would never tire of revealing his brother to his eyes little by little, savouring each new bared expanse. He often wondered if his attraction to Dean was too obsessive, dangerous somehow. It probably was. They cared nothing now if people knew they were brothers, all the angst and self flagellation having been worked out and dispelled during Sam's later teenage years when Dean was convinced that he was abusing his younger brother. Sam had had to work hard to disabuse him of that.

Sam himself was the one to start all this after all and now he was here, with this amazing body spread out for him, waiting, begging, moving slightly under his hands. He burrowed his face into the side of his brother's neck and stretched out on top of him as he nuzzled the short hairs letting them tantalise his swollen sensitized lips.

Dean moaned at that tickling feeling on his hair line, at the weight pinning him down. Yet again he was amazed at how he had managed to forget this, Sam pressing against him, his weight trapping him, anchoring him both to the bed and in time. He knew with a certainty that he would always know where and why he had to be here, living breathing fighting, when he could feel that weight, the weight that he had carried, gladly, both physically and in his heart for so long, for near all his life.

Sam's hands were still splayed on his sides pressing slightly as did that so hard feeling cock rubbing so lightly trapped between his buttocks. He could scream with the need, with the longing for that hard shaft just to move down and thrust into him but Sam had started to murmur against his ear telling him he had other plans.

They never spoke like this but Sam could not help himself. He had missed Dean so much, even once he had had his brother back beside him, still he had missed the touch, the feel of him, the smell, the very essence that oozed from his pores as he was so close. That smell of love, of belonging and owning. That smell of sex. Dean's and his own combined.

"…you are so damn beautiful, so damn perfect. This skin, this flesh. No one…no one has touched this but me. And that's how I want it. How I always wanted it. You're mine now….." He rubbed his body against Dean's a little harder then slipped to the left, his right hand moving, circling down to gently grasp the pressure made pink buttock as he continued to speak into the ear which could not help but move to hear him better.

Dean wanted to reassure Sam that he had always been his, but he knew that to be a lie. He had been free and easy with his body over the years even when he had had the teenage Sammy begging him not to. But Sammy had always had his heart, he had just been too damn scared to give him his body exclusively. He had been such a fool. He gasped as Sam's hand squeezed his buttock hard, his thumb pressing against his rim.

Sam smiled against Dean's neck at the noise, "I am going to make this so much better than the first time…when you let some nameless bastard take you." He could not help it, he had always hated that Dean had not waited for him. He grasped the tight globe in his hand harder wanting to hurt him just a little for that, for the hurt that he had felt.

Dean rose up, pushing his butt into his hand, his forehead dropping to push into the pillow and Sam immediately let go and smoothed over the slight hurt. That was what his brother wanted, him to take him hard, but he was not going to do that, not this time.

Enough stalling. He moved his fingers to rub around the opening slowly, gently getting it used to the idea of intrusion. Still he mumbled his words of intention, "so tight, I am going to open you up so slowly, have you wanting to cum for me long before I'm am ready to let you. You are never going to let anyone else in but me…"

The sob stuck in Dean's throat. Never, he would never even think to let anyone take him again other than Sam. This was torture, that his brother would think that, that his brother knew he wanted him to fuck him hard but was not going to, was going to torture him with exquisite pleasure because he knew that Sam could. He had before and now he forced himself to relax against the bed because when Sam decided there was no changing his mind. Not in this, in this his younger brother always had the final word.

Using his fingers, Sam picked up some of the copious precum leaking form his own begging prick and put it to Dean's hole, once more circling, massaging but pressing insistently too. He began to lick at the ear instead of speaking into it, taking the lobe between his lips and sucking, loving those noises that his brother made.

Dean always was vocal during sex, but seldom with words. Sam did not like his brother to talk when it was his turn to be in control. When it was Dean's turn he could say what the fuck he liked but not now.

"Arrrhhh," as finally one of Sam's finger pushed into him, slowly forcing past his clenching muscle. His hands clenched under the pillow in sympathy with his asshole and Dean pushed back trying to impale himself. "Relax, I have you," he was told and Sam gently bit his ear. That was the last thing he wanted to do. He wanted to yell, to scream at Sam. To use that voice learnt from their dad, the one word use of his name that brooked no argument. But he dared not. Sam would stop, he knew he would.

Dean could not stay still though and his legs opened wider, his right knee pulling up as he tried to open himself as wide as he could with his left trapped beneath his brother. His shoulders rolled as Sam slowly began to move the embedded finger, forwards, back, pressing, twisting, sliding making Dean push up onto his forearms and grit his teeth at the slow, methodical action. His desperate groan was lost into the pillow as he forced his face into it hard.

Sam was having none of it, he continued to kiss around the perfect shell of his brother's ear, down along the tense neck to the prominent shoulder bones. He worked his finger gently but with practiced success and slipped in a second wishing that Dean would do as he asked and just relax, would just let him do this, have his way and make love to him. He had told Dean that he would open him up wide and he set to doing just that, working gently but swiftly. He had needs of his own. He would not cause hurt but he wanted to be inside the tight channel he was exploring promising himself that at another time he would succeed in getting his brother to lay there totally still if not relaxed and would get the chance to play, to truly explore.

He moved more onto his knees, his fingers pushing in and separating, massaging the walls and Dean's other leg moved to the side, his knee bending, moving up the bed to mirror the right as soon as he was released from the weight of Sam's body. Sam gave in and moving to kneel between the wide legs, he reached over to the bedside table for the lube he knew was waiting in the drawer.

It was torture covering his own eager prick with the slick gel having to close his eyes and hold his breath to still the urge to cum, his control slipping for the moment at the friction of his own hand and the sight before him, Dean's virgin asshole, glistening and rosy red and displayed waiting for him.

Dean felt Sam's hand on his left leg, smoothing down his thigh urging him to move it, to straighten out. Why could his brother not just get on with it? Take him now he was here, open, vulnerable and way past ready for him to plunge into him? The hand became more insistent so he complied just as he always did when Sam wanted something, and then his brother was there, lying on his back, his hands searching for his under the pillow.

Once more Sam began to whisper into his ear, telling him again how beautiful he was, how good he felt against Sam's skin and that prick was rubbing over his asshole, over and over again then Dean held his breath as Sam moved his hand from his and used it to finally guide that so long missed and longed for prick to push against his begging rim.

Sam too had to hold his breath as his eager and slick hood pushed against the tantalizingly tight entrance. He wanted to remember this moment, wanted to savour it, this the first time that anyone, that he, pushed into this new body. He shifted again, lying out along Dean's back, his hand now holding onto the trembling side and groaned into the short hair at the nape of his brother's neck as he slowly pushed forwards.

Dean could not believe his body's reaction as his asshole fought against the intrusion. It was surprising but wonderful as Sam's none too small prick felt huge as it forced it's way inside of him making him feel that momentary weakness that he always felt at this moment more than ever.

The tightness had Sam clenching his hand around Dean's, his other grasping Dean's flesh possibly hard enough to leave his own hand print. His brother was so tight, so all consuming around his girth and he was in danger of whimpering into his brother's ear at the sensation.

Slowly, so slowly Dean's clutching channel relaxed around him and he pushed forwards little by little sliding into the tight embrace as it reluctantly let him. He did not force, he did not push into the heat as he so craved to do. Still he did not want to cause hurt even as his brother began to push back against him, his whole body pushing up against him, his shoulders straining, his butt pushing up against him.

Sam forced himself to relax against Dean's taught body, his weight alone, heavy on the other man preventing Dean from moving. As Dean gave up the struggle and sank back to the bed, Sam passed his lips across his neck to kiss at Dean's jaw line under his ear and his brother turned his head clearing it from the pillow giving him access. As he placed small light kisses to Dean's cheek he began to pull his prick back from the tight embrace, then slowly forwards setting up a gentle push and slide.

He felt Dean immediately work his channel to make it even better for him putting the lie to his true virginity. Hid body may be remade but he had lost none of his experience, experience to give Sam the most enjoyable fuck he could. But Dean would give him that no matter what, even of he were unconscious Sam would enjoy it because this was Dean he was embedded in, this was Dean, his brother who he loved beyond distraction, beyond reason.

They knew each other so well yet sometimes Sam felt as if he did not know his brother at all. Like now, as this should all be about giving pleasure to Dean, his older brother worked to ensure that Sam was the one receiving pleasure. As he pushed into the tightness, Dean opened himself to allow Sam as far inside as he could, as Sam withdrew, Dean clenched his muscles tight holding him there causing a fantastic constriction on his prick, causing that friction that would make them both feel the burn.

Dean felt that burn throughout his entire body, his blood seeming to heat to the friction of Sam's wonderful cock thrusting and searing him. He forced his fingers between Sam's and held on just as tightly as did his brother's, squeezing in time to his movements inside of him. As the heat grew, as the friction intensified, so did his brother's thrusts.

Speeding his movements and adding as much strength as he could from the position, Sam began to thrust his hips forwards and up, twisting to find that spot within Dean's walls that would send sparks, he knew, through the older man. Once more, twice, then, there, as Dean let out a groan as his whole body gave a jolt and Sam worked at the spot, rubbing a groove into him, hitting that spot over and over again until Dean was jerking, shuddering beneath him, his channel clenching hard around Sam.

Still he pushed, over and over, relishing that extreme tightness that he thought that he had never experienced before be it either in reality or his imagination. But with his teeth clenched, trapping his roar of almost primal lust, he rammed himself inside as far as he could and then he too was juddering, spilling his long pent up spunk deep inside his brother, feeling like he could fill him up for ever, then a gasp and he collapsed against the trembling figure beneath him.

They never spoke words of love but as he lay there, still caught within his convulsing, twitching, gasping brother, Sam did speak and told him of his love, "Mine, Dean, you're mine. Mine..."

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Once again, thank you to Darkgirl5 for the beta reading.

Written for my 'Lawyerboy'. You know who you are!

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