A/N: Lyrics by John Cougar
Wanna put my arms around you
Feel your breath in my ear
You can bend me, you can break me
But you`d better stand clear
When the walls
Come tumblin down
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Skin to skin.
Water glistens, trickling down over muscles drawn tight with anticipation.
Steam hangs in the air, the roar from the shower head drowning out the moans of pleasure from the two bodies writhing below.
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Dean can't get enough of Sam's mouth. He tastes so damn good and Dean can't get deep enough, close enough to that taste no matter how hard he tries. He's got Sam plastered up against the tile, using his hips to hold Sam in place while his hands roam over the taut thighs, firm waist, trembling belly and hard shoulders. Sam's hand is behind his neck, holding him close and the other is gripping Dean's hip. His tongue is deep in Sam's mouth, teeth smashed together and lips stretched wide as he searches for that sweet fucking taste.
Sam moans low in his throat and rucks his body up against Dean's, pushing him back a little, finally managing to break the kiss and pulling in big whoops of air, "Dean, you gotta let me breathe…holy shit!"
"Can't help myself, Sammy." And Dean bumps his forehead against Sam's, genuinely puzzled as he asks the question, "How come you taste so fucking good? You know, ever since you were a little kid, you've had this incredible smell, like the air after a good rain, all clean and wet, earthy and sunshiny, it's just – wow."
Sam's eyes crinkle up at him, smiling into his, making Dean blush and he shrugs, finishing lamely, "Anyway, you taste just like you smell and it drives me crazy."
And he nudges Sam's mouth with his own, asking for permission and Sam tilts his head, brushing his lips over Dean's lightly, teasingly and pulls back, smiling and dips in again, licking over Dean's lips this time, tongue a bare whisper across his brother's mouth. It's hardly a taste, certainly not enough for Deans appetite and he's chafing with impatience, trying to wait for Sam to give him more but finally, with a growl, he takes what he wants by force, pulling Sam forward with a swift tug and covering his mouth roughly.
So good, so sweet.
Sam opens up and lets him in willingly, lovingly, hands roaming all over Dean, hot and wet, the spray from the shower making everything slippery and hazy. Tender caresses over Dean's back and ass, cupping and squeezing before moving back to his shoulders, tickling down his arms to his wrists and stroking over his hips, feels so soft and nice…
Christ, he loves it when Sam touches him.
Sam wriggles his hand in between their hips, a tight fit because Dean has molded them together and doesn't want to even let a breath of air in but Sam slides in anyway, brushing his fingertips against Dean's stiffness and Dean jumps at the touch, breath catching in his throat and he breaks the kiss, staring lustfully into Sam's eyes.
When Dean jerks away, Sam dives his hand into the space between them, grabbing hold of Dean's rock-hard erection with a satisfied murmur, bumping against Dean's cheek with his face, moving his mouth to Dean's ear and shit, Sam knows that drives Dean crazy when he's panting in his ear like that.
Dean's body shivers as Sam's hot, wet breath tickles the hairs above his ear and when Sam captures his earlobe in between his teeth, Dean gives a moan of pleasure.
Sam works his lips down Dean's neck and over his shoulder, trailing sweet kisses along his hot skin. Dean turns his head, pulling Sam's mouth back to his, tongue sweeping in to flick against Sam's, sliding in deep, growing more passionate as Sam's hand pulls groans from him, Dean's whole body twitching and trembling in reaction.
Sam's got a death grip on his dick now, hand working in between them, dragging the skin up and down and Dean's groaning, knees weak and shaking, trying to stay standing as Sam flicks across the tip of Dean's cock with his thumb on each upswing and oh, sweet Jesus, that's nice. Sam's working him something good, Dean's ass clenches forwards with every pull, gasping into Sam's mouth as he tries to kiss him but his concentration isn't on the kiss anymore but on the sweet yank on his dick, those long fingers holding him tight, the flick and tug of Sam's wrist sending shooting stars through his stomach and down his legs.
Sam's other hand is on Dean's chest, thumb doing a slow circle over his nipple and God, Sam knows how much he loves that, it just makes his nerves come alive and the shaking in his knees gets worse and Dean just hangs on, hoping he doesn't land on his ass if his knees give out.
Now, Sam's biting on Dean's lips, nipping on them each in turn, and soon, they're chafe and swollen, dark red against his white teeth and Sam works his way down Dean's jaw, sucking hard until purple bruises appear and he moves to the next spot.
Dean feels owned, possessed, the sensation growing with each mark Sam makes on his skin and he strokes against Sam like a cat, rubbing his face on his brother's, and battens down on Sam's jaw, wanting to give back in kind, let Sammy feel marked, owned, taken. Yes, that's it. He feels taken and wants Sam to feel it, too. That's how it should be.
There go his damn knees again…
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Sam's body is twitching , nerve endings on fire as Dean's hands roam all over him, as Dean's mouth sucks bruises onto his neck and jaw and Sam's head is thrown back, eyes closed in ecstasy as he loses himself in Dean's touch.
They moved to the bed a short time ago. The hot water had turned to icy cold and both were shivering by the time they realized it.
They had barely toweled off before Dean's dragging Sam out of the bathroom and towards the bed. Sam is pushed backwards onto the blankets without any words being exchanged and Dean climbs up on the bed, staring at Sam's body, stretched out long and lean. Sam gazes up at his brother and Dean shakes his head at him, murmuring, "Beautiful Sam, just beautiful."
Now, Dean bends his head, working his way down his brother's chest, teeth nipping at Sam's skin, sucking and biting his way down to the trembling belly and Sam feels Dean's tongue, licking a wet trail over his hipbones towards Sam's dick. Once he gets there, Dean rubs his face against the stiff erection, standing at attention as it bobs in the air, and Dean laps at it with his tongue, licking up and down, making Sam's breath turn harsh in his chest, sounding loud even to Sam's ears, filling the corners of the room.
No control, no control.
Sam's groaning and jutting up with his hips, silently begging Dean to take him, suck his cock deep into that wonderful throat and use Dean's incredibly erotic tongue to take Sam high up on the ledge, hold him there and let him fall, dropping him over the side while he screams in pleasure.
Dean's mouth, hot and wet, slides down Sam's dick, covering him with the sweetest sensations that jolt and rock through him, and that fucking tongue… Christ, it just slides all over Sam, filling him with sensual curls in his belly, so good it almost hurts, it's almost too much and Dean catches the hot tip in his mouth, tonguing over the slit on top, and Sam's gasps become strangled sounds barely making it out of his throat.
Dean's hands run up and down Sam's thighs, the muscles there are hard and sinewy, tensing as Sam's hips rise up in the air towards Dean's mouth and Dean's hands are under his ass, squeezing and rubbing his ass cheeks as he licks and sucks Sam's stiff flesh. Flames shoot through Sam's belly now as that sweet tongue brings him to a wonderful place, all shimmers and whispers, shadows and heat and Sam's hands find Dean's hair, caressing and pulling, and he's almost sobbing with pleasure.
"God, Dean, so good, so good…" Sam's voice is rough, shaky. He feels Dean take him deep, sucking and pulling on his dick, and Sam is crying out in delight, opening his eyes and seeing Dean watching him, a smile playing on those sensuous lips where they're wrapped around his thick cock.
Dean lets his mouth slowly move up until Sam's dick pops out and Sam moans his displeasure at the loss of Dean's warm mouth, gripping his brother's hair to bring him back down where he belongs but Dean gives his shaft a wet kiss and shakes his head, eyes laughing at Sam.
Dean moves his hands and Sam feels his legs being pushed up towards his chest and then it's Dean's tongue sliding in between his ass cheeks, swirling around the sensitive flesh, pushing inside, hot and wet, circling, pressing and dancing, making Sam jump like a bee just bit his ass. Dean thrusts in his tongue, stiff and sure, poking into him and Sam's limbs feel like jelly, loose and jiggly, and he grabs the sheet under him and twists it in his fists, head thrashing on the pillow as he babbles out his pleasure.
"Jesus, Dean, holy shit, oh my God, feels so…" and trails off in ecstasy.
Sam spreads his legs wider, wanting Dean deeper, and Dean puts his hands on Sam's hips to stop his constant bucking, holding him still and Sam feels the hot wet spear of Dean's tongue stab into him, swabbing and dipping and then it's gone. Before he can get a thought in his head, a thick finger is pushed up into him, slick with lube, circling around inside and out, and Sam groans out his need, his wants, "Dean, Christ, please...I need...inside me…"
Dean pushes in another finger and Sam almost swoons, it feels so good and he's grinding himself down on Dean's hand shamelessly, mindlessly whispering, "Please, Dean, please…"
And Dean moves up between his legs and Sam feels the fingers inside him slip out and the nudge of Dean's dick against him, making Sam reach down to grab his brother's hips, yanking him forward impatiently, "Come on, come on!"
And Dean murmurs, his voice slow and erotic, "Ready, Sammy?"
Sam wiggles underneath him, begging with every breath, with every twitch, "Dea-"
And Dean shoves in hard, cutting off the words, shutting down every conscious thought in Sam's brain, pulling a grunt of pain as Sam's muscles clamp down and Dean waits, flexing his dick in Sam's tightness and Sam's breathing, relaxing and finally nodding up at his brother.
Dean pulls out and thrusts in again, pushing in further with each roll of his hips, Sam grunting low in his throat with each jab of Dean's huge dick inside him, and Dean keeps going until he's home, buried deep and Sam's filled up, wrapping his arms around Dean's neck and pulling him down for a kiss with a grateful moan.
"Feels so good, man…so damn good…"
"You're so tight, Sammy" Dean groans into his mouth, huffing into him and he pulls out again, shoving in hard, and Sam gasps, hanging on for dear life.
The pressure of Dean's mouth on his lips ebbs and flows with the rhythm of their movements and Sam matches his tongue thrusts to the beat of Dean's hips, licking and sliding, dancing around Dean's tongue, slipping in and out passionately, building up the heat in between them.
Dean starts to move faster and Sam knows he's getting close, climbing towards the sweet edge of orgasm and Dean's hand is on Sam's dick now, dragging the skin up and down and Sam can't last much longer-
"Sammy-" Dean puffs into the space between them.
"Dean…" Sam's almost incoherent.
Dean suddenly stops moving, gazing down into Sam's eyes, sweat from Dean's brow dripping down onto Sam's face and their eyes lock as they rest, skin to skin and Sam's eyes are glazed over with passion, with heat as he gives Dean a confused look.
"Dean…what?"
"Let it go, Sam."
"Let-let what go?" Sam can't wrap his head around what Dean's saying.
"Don't use your powers any more, Sammy. Promise me you'll let it go…"
"What? Dean...what?" The words are starting to penetrate Sam's sex-addled brain.
Dean thrusts in and out of Sam, snapping his hips quickly and Sam groans.
"Promise me, Sammy…"
And he thrusts in again, pulling on Sam's dick at the same time and Sam feels anger starting at the edges of passion, red lacing around the lust in his brain but he can't stop the orgasm that Dean's working out of him-
And half of him wants to make Dean that promise but the other half is pissed that Dean is using his dick to persuade Sam, to coerce him.
Dean'll stop fucking him if he doesn't promise.
Dean's hips still again, "Sammy…promise me…"
Sam opens his mouth to promise Dean the world, whatever he wants, as long as he keeps going. Suddenly, the pissed off half of his brain takes over, the red anger no longer at the edges of his brain but full-fledged covering it now and he pushes at Dean, trying to get Dean out of him, wriggling his ass away, pulling back on his hips and getting a foot up onto Dean's body, shoving at his brother and finally, Dean pulls out, away, staring down at Sam in surprise.
Surprise, really? What the fuck did he think would happen?
"You asshole!" Sam snarls at him, rolling away and sitting up, grabbing his clothes, shucking on his shirt and buttoning it angrily while Dean still stands there, dick red and glistening from Sam and the lube, not quite sure what just happened.
"Sam-" He begins, reaching out to touch his brother and Sam smacks his hand away.
"Paws off, jerk! I can't believe you! Did you really think I'd be so out of it, so caught up in you and your fucking dick in my ass, that I wouldn't realize what you were doing and I'd blindly give in?! You're so fucking full of yourself, Dean!"
Sam doesn't even want to let himself remember that it almost worked, that he'd almost promised Dean everything.
He slides on his underwear and jeans before he goes to lie on his own bed, giving Dean his stiff and angry back as he faces the wall.
He hears Dean rustling around, the rasp of a zipper and more movement before the bed dips down behind him and Dean curls up against his back, arm around his waist. He feels a kiss against the back of his neck and another and then a whispered, "I'm sorry, Sam. I just love you and want to keep you safe. Please believe me."
Sam huffs out a breath, anger still rolling through him and he shoves backward with a shoulder, catching Dean on the chin, "That was a shitty thing to do, man!"
"I know and I'm sorry."
Hearing Dean's heart-felt apology has Sam's anger leaving quickly and he relaxes against Dean, "I know you're just trying to take care of me."
"Yeah, Sam. That's all I want to do."
Sam pulls Dean's arm closer around him and nods, "Let's just sleep, ok? I don't want to…let's just take this up in the morning, ok? I'm tired."
Dean mutters agreement, pulling the blanket up over them but Sam can't sleep for a long time, staring into the air in front of him and he knows from Dean's breathing he's awake, too. Sam wishes he could make Dean that promise but he doesn't think he can keep it. And he doesn't want to tell Dean that because Dean will leave.
Sam wars with himself for over an hour, weighing the pros and cons of both sides and finally, he takes a deep breath and rolls over, staring into Dean's alert eyes. Dean looks so sad, so lost and Sam reaches up to touch his face gently before moving in for a chaste kiss.
"I-I promise, Dean. I'll let it go and we'll find another way."
Dean's eyes fill with tears and he puts his forehead against Sam's, unable to speak for a moment and finally taking in a deep, shuddering breath, whispering, "Thank you, Sammy….thank you…"
Sam rolls back over and Dean cuddles in close, mouth next to Sam's ear and, physically and emotionally exhausted, they finally sleep, wrapped in each other's arms.
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Dean wakes up with a jerk. Something's wrong. He looks around frantically in the dark, feeling the bed for Sam but finding no lanky form sprawled out next to him.
"Sammy?" he calls out, expecting to hear an shout from the bathroom but only silence answers him back.
He rolls over and turns on the light, scanning the room quickly, "Sam?"
Nothing. What the hell?
Heart pounding, Dean searches the room quickly but still no Sam and when he opens the door, the Impala is still there where he left it, right in front of their room.
"Sammy?"
He jogs to the coke machines but no Sam. The ice machine is in plain view. Again, no Sam. He scans the parking lot for a clue, a hint but it mocks him with its quietness, the empty cars like blind soldiers who saw nothing, heard nothing.
Frantic now, he starts to yell into the lonely night, 'Sam! Sammy!!"
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