The next few days were the greatest of Sam's life. He and Dean were free to kiss and touch whenever they wanted, although they did most of it in private. At school, they stayed close, even though they didn't have many classes together. Sam challenged himself with senior math so he could be in the same room with Dean, and Dean didn't care about the schoolwork at all, as usual. He sassed the teacher, wearing that smirk that Sam loved so much while he leaned back in his seat and waited for class to be over. He would wink at Sam every now and again, which did things to him that he'd rather forget about having in school.

After school, Sam was walking down the empty hall, ready to meet Dean to catch the city bus back to the motel. He was suddenly shoved against the dark green lockers, falling to the floor after. He looked up to see the offender, and a group of three was crowded around him, one of them he recognized from History class when he told the correct answer after he'd gotten it wrong. He didn't want to deal with this now.

"What do you want?" He sounded a little bored as he got up and righted himself, smoothing out his jacket.

"I don't like little smart asses like you." The kid said, fists clenched. The two other boys nodded. Sam was going to be late to meet Dean.

"Sorry, I'm trying to have another growth spurt. Can't help it until then." He said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. The boy growled and swung his fist, connecting with the Winchester's mouth, making him stumble slightly before he turned his head and looked at them, blood starting to drip from his bottom lip.

Sam looked at all three of them slowly, before settling his eyes back on the one that hit him. His movements were quick as he landed punches to his stomach, then one to his jaw to knock him over, and the other two barely noticed until their friend was on the floor. Their eyes widened and they looked at their friend, then up at Sam with scared expressions.

"Anyone else? Or can I go yet?" Sam looked bored again, and the other two stepped back, letting him go by. He walked out of the hall, getting outside and trudging quickly to where Dean was checking his watch. He got to him, and looked to see the bus wasn't there yet, a few people mingling around the stop as well.

"Sorry I was late." He said, looking up at his brother, who stared at him with slightly wide eyes, "What?"

"Your lip's bleeding. Did someone hurt you? Are they still in the school? Which one of them hurt you, Sammy?" Dean clenched his fists and set his jaw, ready to go back into the school and pummel the little shit who hurt his brother.

"Dean, I'm fine," Sam told him softly, setting a hand on his cheek and rubbing his thumb against his jawline, "He got mad at me getting an answer right in class and he hit me. But I hit him back, a few times, actually. I'm okay."

The older teen faltered slightly when there was a warm hand on his cheek, and he saw how soft the other's eyes were, and his anger started to dissipate. He sighed and brought his hand up, thumb wiping away the next drop of forming blood on Sammy's plump and now starting to bruise bottom lip. His voice was soft, "But those are my favorite."

"You can kiss it and make it better, Dean." Sam whispered to him, licking his lips to make sure the blood was really gone, at least for the moment. He didn't know if Dean would want to taste that when they kissed. The taller teen leaned down and captured his brother's lips in a soft kiss, giving special attention to his hurt lip, sucking softly before letting go.

The bus rolled up and it's doors opened, breaking the moment as their heads turn to look. The other people are lined up and getting on one by one. Dean takes Sam's hand, and whispers, "I'm gonna make you feel even better when we get back to the motel."

He didn't even have a moment to think about that before the older teen was pulling him in the direction of the bus, smirk on his lips that had Sam nervous and excited all at the same time. He wondered what Dean had in store for him when they got home while they were on the bus, but a large hand on his thigh was making it clear what kind of 'feeling better' would be taking place. It slowly inched up, more so when there was a bump in the road, until his big brother's hand was cupping his growing length, and he has to hold back a whimper, keep a straight face so no one notices. His eyes were wide, though. So wide as they looked down, then up at Dean, and he kept grinning.

"Just making sure it's ready." He said, liking the half nervous, half aroused look his brother was shooting him. Sam took a shaky breath in and tried to calm himself.

"R-Ready for what?" He thanked God that his voice wasn't as bad as he thought, but the taller Winchester just smiled wider like this was the best thing in the world.

"Me."

Dean led his brother into the motel room, taking the backpack off his shoulder and letting it fall to the ground. He pressed Sam gently against the door, taking a moment before leaning down and sealing their lips together. It was slow and easy, the younger teen moving his hands to his brother's hair, pulling him closer. Dean was sure to be gentle with Sammy's lip, nibbling and biting softly at his top lip instead.

He led his brother over to the couch and sat him down, giving him a grin, "Get comfy, okay?"

Sam nodded, but felt nervous and tense at not knowing what he had planned, "What are we gonna do?"

"You're gonna sit there, and I'm gonna make you feel good." He smiled, moving closer and wedging himself in between the coffee table and Sam, getting down on his knees. He shed his jacket and leaned up to help Sammy do the same, getting the hoodie off him before he was placing a small kiss to his lips again. He ran his hands down the navy blue shirt that covered that creamy, soft skin, and moved his hands to work on his belt.

Sam tried to keep his breathing under control, and watched those big hands as they unbuckled his belt and popped the button on his jeans. The older Winchester licked his lips as the zipper came down, and Sammy gently lifted his hips so they could be pulled down. He let them sit around his ankles and watched the younger teen's face as he set his hand over the tent in his boxers. Sam let out a deep breath and looked up into those green eyes, seeing they were already staring at him.

"You ready, Sammy?" Dean asked, hands moving to the hem of the only fabric separating them from skin to skin contact. He got a nod and another lift of the hips, and he pulled down his boxers, letting them pool at his ankles with his Levi's. He took the younger teen's length into his hand, pumping slowly, watching as Sam's hips rocked up almost instantly, "Calm down, let me do it."

The smaller teen licked his lips and tried not to move his hips as his brother's hand worked him. His eyes drifted shut, and his head tilted back, letting out a soft sigh at the feelings coursing through him. A sudden warmth, different than a hand, was on him, making him jolt. His eyes came open and he looked down quickly, his brother's head in his lap. Dean's mouth was wet and obscenely hot, tongue feeling around and head starting to bob. Sam groaned and whimpered, setting a heavy hand on his shoulder and gripping.

"Dean... O-Oh, God, Dean." He shivered, hips twitching, electricity coursing through his veins, breathing picking up. The older teen hollowed out his cheeks and sucked, causing a broken moan to leave Sam's lips, his hips bucking up into his mouth. Dean moaned around him, a hand of his own going down and roughly palming himself through his jeans, moaning louder. It sent vibrations through Sam's cock and up his spine, and his voice cracked when he made a sinful noise that went straight to Dean's lap.

He let Sammy's length slip in and out of his mouth, loving the noises his brother made because of him. He rolled the younger teen's balls with his free hand, lips and tongue moving up to tease the tip, feeling Sam shudder. There was a hand in his hair, gripping tightly at the strands. He glanced up and saw the other teen looking completely wrecked, flushed face and blown pupils, chest rising and falling rapidly. He smirked slightly and sucked hard on the tip, watching Sam's face contort in pleasure, eyes casting down to look at him. Dean's mouth left him and his hand took over again, slick with spit. He licked his lips and leaned up slightly, the hand falling from his hair.

"How's it feel, Sammy? You like it?" He whispered roughly, brushing his lips against Sam's, a ghost of a kiss, keeping eye contact.

"S-So good, Dean. Please keep going." The smaller teen whimpered, holding the side of his brother's face in his hand, feeling how swollen his lips were in the soft kiss. He let Dean move back down, and there was his mouth again, taking him back in. He rocked his hips up into his mouth, wondering now if he was allowed to, groaning when he got no objections. He felt the tip of his cock bump the back of his brother's throat and his eyes widened, worry shooting through him. Dean moaned as he deep throated him, pulling back just to do it again, both hands running up his brother's thighs. Sam was getting close, he could tell. He sucked harder, the younger teen whining louder and writhing a bit, "D-Dean, I'm gonna... I'm so close-I can't... Dean."

The older teen groaned at the taste of Sam's come, swallowing it, trying to get every drop. He flashed his eyes up, catching him throwing his head back as his hips pushed and rocked, broken noises spilling from his mouth, along with obscenities. He let Sam ride it out, gently suckling on the tip before he pulled off, not being able to help himself when he licked his lips before biting a claiming mark on the other's tilted back neck, making a surprised sound slip from his lips. He carefully licked over the spot after, taking his time, Sam pulling his head back up slowly and looking at him after. A soft, almost lazy, smile graced his lips, then he brought himself out of it at seeing Dean's pupils blown.

"Dean, get up." He said, making his brother give him a look of confusion, "Right now. Get up."

The older Winchester stood, thinking maybe he'd gone too far, that Sam wanted him away from him. He was painfully hard and almost embarrassingly close at Sammy's display, and tasting him for the first time. Some of that stuff really got him going; like Sam's blood at the bus stop. He could taste it on his tongue after they kissed, and that's the other reason why he wanted to give Sam a blowjob. And fuck, if it wasn't the best thing he'd ever tasted. Hands on his jeans pulled him from his thoughts, and looking down to see the already undone button and Sammy tugging down the zipper made him shiver.

"Sam, what are you-?"

"Shut up."

Dean didn't say another word. His jeans were being tugged down to mid-thigh and he stared at Sam's face, looking concentrated, although a little nervous. He felt like he should say something, that he didn't have to, but he wasn't allowed. His boxers were pulled down slowly, fabric rubbing against his sensitive cock and making him moan, deep and low as he stayed locked on Sam. Soft hands, much softer than his own glided up his thighs, a hand cupping his balls like it was unsure of what to do, the other wrapping carefully around the base, vein on the underside settling perfectly in the crease of his thumb where extended from his hand. He felt secure, even in the slightly confused hands. Sam started to pump him, slowly but it picked up almost instantly, a grunt and push of the hips making him tighten his grip.

"Fuck. Already close, Sammy. 'Cause of you," Dean rambled softly, setting a hand on his brother's shoulder, other hand going to his stomach to hold his shirt up slightly. There were lips on his abdomen, "So, s-so good."

Sam placed a kiss to the other teen's stomach, right next to his hip before getting brave and placing another kiss to the side of his length, hearing the hitch in Dean's breathing. He licked his lips and moved his hand slower, placing just one more to the tip, tasting a hint of the precome on his lips when he pulled away. He sped up his hand again and chanced a look at his big brother, who was already staring at him with wide eyes. He blushed and concentrated on making Dean feel good, listening to the groans and almost growls. Remembering he said he was already close made him want to work fast and see him fall apart; he hadn't gotten to the last time, he'd had his eyes screwed shut while his own orgasm ripped through him. But now he'd get to see it all. The hand that had been idly cupping his balls started to move, rolling them like Dean had done to him, feeling how full and heavy they were.

The older teen's head was starting to spin, the heat in his lower abdomen making itself very much known, hips starting to steadily rock into Sammy's hand. He watched the little amazed looks that were flashing across his face when his hips bucked a bit more forcefully or he groaned a little louder. And damn, it felt good knowing he was the one Sam was seeing this from firsthand. All of this. That thought washed over him and he could feel his release coming up quick.

"Sam, I-I'm gonna... Fuck, I'm about to come." He rushed out the last words so Sammy would have time to stop, but he didn't. He sped up his pace and stared up at Dean with this look, this look at had him coming hard all over his brother's hand, with an almost howl as he gripped his shoulder so hard it should have hurt him. Sam's eyes flicked to his cock and the white liquid covering and sliding slowly down his hand as he stroked slowly, watching to see if anymore would come out.

"Sam." He whispered, taking deep breaths, those big eyes looking up at him, hand still moving lazily on him. Dean moved a hand down and set it over Sam's, coaxing him to let go of his cock just before it started to soften. He held the smaller teen's hand in his and leaned down, connecting their mouths in a soft, gentle clash of lips and tongues kiss before Dean pulled away, "How about we get cleaned up?"

He nodded and Dean let go of him, gently pulling up his jeans so he could walk to the bathroom. Sam kicked off the fabrics that hung around his ankles then stood, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head as he walked, feeling the cotton rub against his wet hand. That made him stop. The shirt fell to the floor as he inspected the fluid on his hand, taking in the musky smell. He brought it to his lips and poked his tongue out, licking a soft stripe through the fluid and tasting it. It was bitter, and he didn't know how Dean swallowed all of his. It wasn't a taste he thought he could take that much of. But it was Dean, and the aftertaste wasn't bad, so he deemed it good. There were arms suddenly wrapping around his waist, a bare chest pressing up against his, and he couldn't help putting his hands on that chest, smearing the come onto Dean.

"Testing me out, huh?" His voice was a little scratchy, and the younger teen looked up and his assumptions were correct; his brother was smirking at him.

"Yeah. I like it." He smiled, leaning up and pressing his lips to Dean's quickly before pulling away.

"Good, now go start the shower, I'll be there in a minute." The older teen told him, and Sam beamed up at him before wiggling out of his hold and heading to the bathroom. Dean wondered if he could feel his eyes on his ass.