*
Dean holds him tight, won't let him go, hasn't for the past few minutes, just keeps hugging him close, caressing his hair, murmuring in his ear, not words so much as soothing sounds, to lull and rest the heart.
He pulls back and looks in Sam's eyes, "You know I'm gonna end up hurting you again?"
Sam shrugs, "I'll take my chances."
"You're a glutton for punishment, Sam."
"Um, yeah, thought we already established that." And Sam gives his brother an impish grin.
"You know what I meant, dude! Come on, let's get you in bed." Dean mutters, giving Sam a chaste kiss before urging him towards the blankets and soft pillows.
Sam stops him, "Wait, what do you mean? Aren't we going to-?"
"You're hurt, Sammy. I thought we'd wait until you at least stop actively bleeding, you know? Thought we could just lay together, hold each other and not do anything too…strenuous." Dean shucks off his clothes.
"Fuck that, Dean. We've waited long enough!"
"Sam, it can wait one more day until you're better. Come on, into bed. I'm just gonna jump in the shower and be right back. Keep my spot warm."
Sam lies down, hating to admit the bed does feel really good 'cause he's exhausted and his side hurts like hell. Shit, he shoulda been able to take out that spirit before anybody, including him, got hurt. He's getting sloppy…all this crap with Dean's been taking up his brain cells and his concentration's been off, making him careless.
He snuggles into the blankets and shakes his head in wonder. Is Dean serious? There's no way Sam's gonna give him a chance to change his mind again. Nope, Dean's ass, and every other part of him, is Sam's just as soon as Dean gets back in bed. It's been too long since he loved on his brother and he's not waiting one second longer. Drowsy now, Sam's warm and cozy, and his eyes need to close just for a second but he'll wake up once Dean comes to bed. He can rest until then.
*
Sam jolts awake when an arm flops across his waist and a warm flush spreads through him as he remembers, rubbing Dean's forearm lovingly as he glances at the clock. Shit, he's been asleep for hours! All that wasted time he could have been exploring Dean's hot body! Well, wait time is over, Sam decides, flipping on the nearest lamp to a dim glow. Dean can sleep anytime.
Being careful not to wake his brother just yet, Sam slides his body around until he's facing Dean, gazing at the handsome profile with a healthy lust. That beautiful face, sculptured from the shadows cast by the lamplight, is relaxed and peaceful in sleep, the sensuous lips parted with a snore so low it's almost a whisper. Dean's bare shoulder, golden in the light, beckons for a kiss and the gentle curve of skin, sliding down to his hip tantalizes Sam with images of the wonders below. So tempting…
Sam can't resist, reaching out to trace the slope of warm flesh with a light fingertip, shoulder to ribs to the dip of waist and up the gentle rise of hip…mmm, that's nice. He pushes the blanket lower down Dean's thigh, noting with regret the cotton shorts that cover his brother's bottom – no problem, those will be gone soon enough.
Sam watches Dean's muscles ripple under the skin, the barest shudder following the wake of Sam's caress. Dean's arm still lies across his waist so he strokes along the tender inner bicep and inside elbow, tickling along the forearm to flutter over Dean's wrist, causing goose bumps to rise up and Sam rubs them away gently.
The expressions that float across Dean's face, ebbing and flowing with each caress, delight Sam and as he watches, Dean's mouth closes, lips pouting like he's sucking on a sour candy. It's a delicious movement Sam's never seen Dean do before, even though he's watched him sleep hundreds of times. Sam catches his lip in his teeth, it looks like Dean's trying to kiss something and it's too much, too good for Sam to resist.
He moves closer to Dean, carefully leaning over him so as not to wake him, bending his head to kiss those perfect lips, licking across them with his tongue, tasting his brother's familiar flavor with a sigh of contentment. Dean moans softly and the sound gets in Sam's head, snaking through his gut with a lit match, igniting deep fires that roar through his balls, tumbling down the wall of Sam's resolve, overwhelming him with an icy-hot desire that rips through him, engulfing him and he doesn't care that Dean's asleep or that it's the middle of the night.
Truth be told, he doesn't give a rat's ass about anything other than fucking Dean silly right now.
Before he knows it, Sam's pushed Dean over onto his back, scooting on top of his brother so they're nipple to nipple, cock on cock and his weight crushes Dean to the mattress, pinning him so Sam can finally have him, as much, as long as he wants and Sam settles in for the long-awaited feast, the feast of Dean.
Confused green eyes pop open to stare at him and he hears a bewildered "Sam-" wheeze out from Dean's chest, breath choked off by the sudden weight on him.
Sam sucks up the rest of Dean's words, battening down on his brother's mouth, taking those soft, sexy lips for his own, laying claim, nudging and urging until Dean opens up, access granted and Sam dives in, tongue to tongue, sparks of electricity shooting into his head and down his spine, head swooning and boiling over. The fucking taste of Dean, Jesus, it's too much, and Sam's hungry, starving for more, and he needs it, needs it like he needs to breathe.
He pushes into Dean, searching for the core, the essence of that incredible flavor, needing more, more, and he opens Dean up wider, not stopping until his brother starts fighting back, desperate for air.
Dean breaks away, shoving up against Sam's shoulders with trembling hands, gasping for breath with lungs burning in his chest, "Sam, whoa, wait a sec-"
Sam stares down at him, eyes full of apology, shaking his head, "I…can't."
He shakes off Dean's hands, grappling onto Dean's mouth again, kissing hot and deep until he's finally satiated, flicking one last lick across Dean's lips before releasing him, drawing a deep sigh from his brother. Sam kisses along Dean's jaw, mumbling gratefully against the feel of warm skin, flesh that he's finally allowed to touch, to taste and he bites gently at Dean's earlobe, nuzzling the soft skin behind the ear.
He sucks in a deep pull of air, wuffling against Dean's neck, the smell of his brother, so familiar, so heady, that it makes Sam weak in the knees. The scent of Dean's warm skin comforts Sam and he lets himself rest, feeling a moment of pure joy before he's nipping and licking his way down Dean's neck, lips purring against the hollow at the base of his throat. Sam draws the flesh in between his teeth, sucking gently, making small marks on the skin and earning a hum of pleasure from Dean, who leans back his head to give Sam better access.
Sam's hands work along Dean's body, tickling lightly over the ribs down to his narrow waist and over jutting hipbones, caressing his hand along Dean's thigh, circling around the growing bulge under Dean's shorts. He lets one hand float across Dean's erection lightly, whispering past with barely a touch, and waiting until the second sweep to grip Dean full-on, squeezing the hard heat of him, hearing Dean's groans fill the room as Sam tightens his palm against him.
"Sammy…slow down…" Dean gasps out.
But Sam's having none of that, moving off Dean to yank his underwear down in a smooth, swift movement, tossing them onto the floor and staring with greedy eyes at his brother's naked body splayed before him. He sighs with satisfaction at the sight, the dim light dancing on the long, lean muscles, the skin so hot, so firm and beautiful that Sam can't stop touching it. Slow, sensuous flutters from Sam's fingers make Dean's muscles twitch with jumping nerves, Sam's palms caressing Dean from his toes to his hips. He tickles along Dean's hipbone, fingers drumming out a beat going down, down to where the taut erection bumps eagerly against his hand. Sam slides a hot palm up onto Dean's chest, thumbing a nipple just as he fists Dean's hard dick, dragging the skin up and down, tightening his grip as he moves and Dean's hips jerk in reaction.
"Holy sh-!" Dean grinds out, breath hitching against the words as he grabs at the sheet under him, gripping the cloth tight and bucking up against Sam's hand, his harsh panting loud in the air.
Sam can't wait, he can't wait…He needs the taste of Dean on his tongue. He bends his head, licking the tip of Dean's cock gently, savoring the tang of it, letting the flavor sink in deep and he closes his eyes, tears pricking at his eyelids.
Home, finally home.
All the denying, all the hurting is over, thank Christ, and now Sam can have Dean for always and he's so fucking grateful for this precious time with his brother that he's going to enjoy each and every second of it.
He licks his way, slow and deliberate, around the tip of Dean's dick, lapping at the tasty drops that ooze from the tiny slit, rewarded by the whimpers and moans breathing out of his brother and the sweet sway of Dean's hips that roll under his mouth.
Sam's lips work down Dean's hard length, the skin tightening as he hums against the sensitive flesh, the vibrations raising Dean's ass up, clenching the muscles tight as he strains towards Sam's mouth. Dean's fists twist the sheet into sweaty balls of fabric and he bites his lower lip, moans of pleasure purring from his throat as he opens his legs wider to give Sam better access.
Dean's hand is caressing his head now, blunt fingers threading through his hair and tugging gently, urging Sam down, the other hand coming up to cup his face, the pad of Dean's thumb circling the cheekbone before sliding back to Sam's neck, pulling him forward.
"Use your mouth, Sam, Christ, just use your mouth…" Dean begs in a whisper, staring at him with half-closed eyes, hot passion flaring in the green depths.
When Sam pulls his mouth away and gives a slow smile, Dean rocks his pelvis up, bumping his cock up against Sam's lips, his voice low and hoarse with desire, "Sammy, please…just, come on-"
Sam opens up for Dean, taking him in nice and slow, sliding down the hot length of him, tongue swirling against the sensitive underside, and the sounds Dean makes, weak sobs of ecstasy, thrill Sam right down to his balls, growing his own erection into a huge and uncomfortable bulge pressing into the mattress. He shifts to the side, trying to lessen the pain of it while he pleasures Dean first.
Sam slows, lazily sliding back up and down, wanting to prolong Dean's bliss but now it's Dean who can't wait, hands urgent, gripping, pulling Sam's head back, thrusting up fast and hard with his hips, tugging Sam back down, holding him in place while Sam's tongue flicks and slithers over his skin.
Dean's fingers tighten in Sam's hair, wrenching back his head as he thrusts forward fast and Sam's tongue can't get enough, sucking up the incredible taste of Dean, a mix of sweet jasmine in the rain and something deep, woodsy, earthy. It tantalizes Sam's senses and his own erection pulses in reaction, aching to be satisfied.
Dean pants faster, his hips jerking forward as Sammy brings him there, higher, higher and he's shoving into Sam's mouth, fierce and rough, yanking Sam's head down, thrusting his dick up to meet it, not giving Sam a chance to breathe or to open up his throat and Sam gags a little, finally just going limp, letting Dean have control, cupping his mouth around Dean's dick, enjoying the firm hands that rip at him, the hard fucking of his mouth, feral Dean, all violence and barely contained.
This is what Sam wants from his brother.
Sam slides hands under Dean's ass, spreading him wide and pushing in a finger, circling it roughly, deep and hard, and Dean grunts low in his throat, guttural moans that escape his clenched teeth and Sam works in another finger and that's it-
Dean bucks up, once and again, his body going rigid, a spasm rocking through him and then he huffs out all of his breath in a rush, eyes squeezed up tight as he tumbles over the edge, erupting into Sam's eager mouth, dick pulsing out each spurt. Sam sucks and swallows, moaning at the delicious tang, swallowing every drop until Dean's done and crashed back on the bed, gasping helplessly on the waves still rocking him..
Sam lays his head on Dean's hip and stares up at his brother, watching him recover, marveling at how beautiful, how perfect Dean is in the lamplight. He feels like he could watch Dean forever.
Unfortunately, his dick doesn't feel the same way and it's humming now between his legs, rock hard and angry at having been ignored for so long. Sam strokes himself up and down, needing his brother's attention and opens his mouth to ask for it when Dean runs a shaky hand over his face and looks down at Sam, his voice deep and commanding. "Sam, get up here!"
Sam obeys without thought, curling up next to his brother, caressing Dean's belly as Sam snakes an arm across him, "Dean-"
Dean cuts him off, scowling, scolding, "Damn it, Sam, I told you we were gonna wait till tomorrow, until you were better!"
"I couldn't wait." Sam shrugs, staring into Dean's eyes without regret, a small smile on his mouth.
Dean narrows his eyes, "Are you ok? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No, Dean, I'm fine."
"Good, cause now I'm gonna kick your ass. You need to listen to me and do what I say."
"Or what?" Sam challenges, eyes gleaming at the possibilities.
Dean rolls to face him, suddenly close, too close and his hands are sliding under and around, circling Sam's hips, fingers grabbing Sam's ass and yanking him forward, grinding their hips together, squeezing roughly, and pulling Sam over so he's lying on top of Dean's length. Sam's erection is between them, huge and heavy and he squirms on it as Dean holds him in place.
Dean's hard hand smacks his backside sharply, twice on each side, and his lips are against Sam's ear, breath tickling the hairs above and giving Sam a shiver down his spine, "Or you get turned over my knee, Sammy and I will redden this ass for you properly. You disobey me again and you will get punished. Understood?"
Sam's belly flares at this, liquid fire shooting down to his balls and back up his spine, his skin hot and cold all at once, the image Dean's words invoke almost enough to make him explode right there and Sam suddenly can't breathe very well, "Y-yes."
Dean continues in a silky voice, "And after your ass is raw and sore and you're begging me to stop, you'll get some of this…" And Dean works two fingers inside of Sam's ass, making Sam inhale sharply at the intrusion.
Dean slides his other hand between them, rubbing Sam's dick into his own, and Sam bites his lip against the pounding of his heart, hips jerking forward, nerves tingling, "And then, of course, there's this…"
"Dean-" Before Sam can get the words out, Dean's captured his mouth, kissing him passionately, and what little breath Sam has left is swept away, resistance sucked out of him by Dean's expert tongue. He nips and licks, tasting every corner of Sam's sweet mouth until Sam is limp and trembling, ready to do anything Dean asks him to.
When Dean finally breaks the kiss, Sam is pliant and breathless, horny and ready. He moves off Dean to give Dean better access to his dick and Dean takes full advantage, wrapping his palm around Sam's long, hard, shaft and jerking him up and down, flicking his wrist back and forth. Dean's fingers, still inside Sam's ass, thrust in and out and Sam grinds back on them, a low moan escaping from him and Jesus, that feels so fucking good!
Dean kisses him again, staying against his mouth while Sam pants into him, and Sam's hips don't know whether to grind forward or back so he balances in the sweet limbo in between, hands planted on the bed, legs deliciously spread wide as Dean works him front and back.
With a smooth move, Dean flips Sam onto his back and still working Sam's dick, Dean looks into his eyes, bending to steal a kiss, pulling out on Sam's lower lip with his strong, white teeth, giving a growl of passion before he asks hoarsely, "Sammy…want my mouth or -?"
"Your ass…now." Sam breathes against Dean's lips and coherent thought flies out the window as Dean licks across Sam's nipple with a sensuous tongue, the tip twirling saliva around the hard nub before his teeth bite down hard, and Sam's back arches up into Dean's mouth even as he gasps out, "Ow! Son of a bitch, that hurts!"
Dean chuckles against his skin, "Come on, Sammy. You love it and you know it."
Sam stares down at him, eyes hot and passionate, and he licks his lips before giving a grin, "Only from you, man…only from you…"
Sam grabs Dean's shoulders and pulls, surprising Dean with the sudden twist of movement and Dean's now flat on his back, staring up at Sam with a devilish grin, "Nice reflexes, Sammy."
"You like that, huh? I got something else you'll like even better." Sam leers at him suggestively.
Dean's eyes turn hot, passionate and Sam's gripped by a sudden urgency, a frantic need to be inside of Dean, to be consumed by Dean and he rolls off, thinking furiously where he last saw the lube, shit, it was so long ago they used it and he's just going to use spit if he has to 'cause he is so not stopping now…
Dean hauls him back with a hand on his arm, nudging the tube into his palm.
At Sam's questioning look, Dean shrugs and gives a shy smile "Had it under the pillow for first thing in the morning-"
Sam cuts off his words with a passionate kiss that rocks them both with the intensity, with the need of it and he finds Dean in there, grasping and wanting just like he is, and both suck and taste, tongues sliding against each other like satin ribbons, soft and fluttering, swaying and bending with emotions until they're better, they're filled up and they can part, breathe on their own again.
They stare into each other's eyes, panting into the air between them, breath hot and heavy and Sam's hands work the lube, smearing it onto himself and inside of Dean with trembling fingers, spreading Dean's legs wide, his movements jerky with haste.
Sam positions himself, pulling Dean's ass open and nudges in, just the tip of his dick, slow and easy. Their eyes never waver from each other as he pushes further, opening up Dean's small hole, watching pain flicker over his brother's face, seeing hot lust rise up in Dean's eyes as Sam pulls out and pushes in again and again, deeper each time.
Sam's hips rock forward and back, pulling Dean with him, straining against Dean's tightness, driving forward until he's in, stuffed into warmth, into a fierce grip that won't release, buried deep and Dean's gasping, trying to relax against the fullness of the thick cock that's burning into him.
The muscles clench and tremble and Dean breathes through it, body quivering with effort and Sam waits, their gaze still locked, barely blinking so as not to lose sight of each other and Dean finally nods, body relaxing down.
Sam pulls back slowly until his dick is almost out and slides back in with a jerk, watching Dean's face, making sure he's ok, seeing pain-pleasure flash in his eyes. Sam spears in deep and sharp, grinds into the wall he hits against and rucks back out. Again and again, he pulls and pushes, each time with more force, pleasure rolling through them in waves until they're grunting and growling at each other and the only other sounds in the room are the wet slip-slap of flesh against flesh.
Sam shoves and bucks, yanking down on Dean's hips as he crashes forward, skewering, pounding, feeling the heat in his balls spreading out, ass clenching against the fire that climbs in his belly and Dean gasps out, "Come for me, Sammy-"
And he does, obeying Dean as he's supposed to, shooting his load into Dean's ass while staring deep into those beautiful green eyes, fucking into him with each rocking spasm, body shaking with the freaking power of it and he collapses, shaking and panting, into Dean's waiting arms.
*
They lay quietly, enjoying the warmth of each other, murmuring softly as they touch and kiss, the afterglow of being together making them giddy. Sam pushes against Dean as Dean steals the covers, leaving Sam's body naked in the cool night air and this leads to a mini wrestling session, each trying to keep the blankets from the other, until they fall against each other, laughing and hugging.
The ringing of Dean's phone penetrates their snickering and Dean picks it up, clearing his throat when he doesn't recognize the number, "Yeah?"
Dean's body tenses and he sits up, pulling away from Sam, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. His voice softening, he murmurs, "Hey! What's up?"
Sam watches the different expressions drift across Dean's face and he's overtaken with a sense of foreboding that he can't shake. Whoever's on the other end of that phone is going to change their lives and Sam's pretty sure he's not going to like it.
Dean is silent, listening as the voice drones on the other end. Finally, he asks, "What? I- I don't think that's going to work."
Again the voice chatters and Dean replies, "I really don't think it's a good idea."
Drone, drone.
"Are you sure?" Dean asks in a sick voice, listens and replies, "We're in Santa Barbara. We just got done helping out an Indian tribe based here. Where are you? Ok, I guess we'll wait for you. Call me when you get in. What? Yeah, you, too. Bye."
Dean hangs up and looks down at his hands, gripping the phone tightly, before taking in a deep breath and flicking his eyes to Sam's, skittering away quickly.
"Dean…" Sam feels breathless and queasy, "Who-who was that?"
Dean clears his throat and pulls at his nose, snuffling and looking anywhere but at Sam, nervously moving around on the bed, thumb worrying over his cell phone before realizing what he's doing and putting it down with a jerk.
"Dean? You ok?" Sam asks carefully, scared of what's coming but needing to know.
He puts a hand on Dean's back, rubbing gently, feeling the tensely held muscles, the rigid spine and Sam moves his palm gently, trying to caress calm into Dean, to fix whatever bad's working through him and Dean rolls his shoulder like he's trying to shuck off Sam's touch.
Dean shakes his head, "Sammy…" and he trails off, swallowing hard, his eyes catching hold of Sam's again before jerking away, unable to look at Sam for longer than a second.
"Dean, for Christ's sake, what is it? You're scaring the crap out of me, man!" Sam slaps his hand on the mattress, frustrated, the not knowing driving him crazy. A huge problem just came raining down on them and Sam needs to know what the fuck it is.
"That was-" Dean clears his throat again, continuing with difficulty, "That was Cassie, Sam."
The words hang between them.
Sam realizes he's not breathing, pulling in a huge swallow of air into desperate lungs, "Cassie? Cassie, as in the girl you love Cassie?"
"Yeah."
Sam's stomach twists into sudden knots and he's up pacing before he knows it, "Well, it is a job? Does she need our help with a spirit or something?"
"No." Dean's eyes meet his full on for the first time and there's such a huge sadness welled up there that Sam's heart hurts for him.
"Then, what?" Sam asks, his throat tight, his heart pounding in his chest. The look on Dean's face frightens him more than any words can.
"Sammy, she wants to get back together."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Her mom passed away a few months ago and she started seeing a shrink to help her deal with it. The shrink told her we have unresolved issues between us and now, she wants to resolve them and see if we can try again, you know? See where things go."
"Well, you can't!" Sam bursts out petulantly, "You're taken!"
Dean gives him a look, "How the hell am I supposed to tell her that, Sam? Gee, Cassie, I'm sorry but I'm involved with someone and oh, by the way, my new lover is my brother. Yeah, I know it's sick and twisted but I can't seem to live without a good fuck in the ass or sucking on a big dick every day. I mean, come on, Sam! What do you want me to say to her?"
"But…" Sam's voice fails him as he realizes the implications, the repercussions and he grasps at the straw of an errant thought, "Wait, the whole reason you aren't together now is because you're on the road all the time hunting. That hasn't changed."
Dean sighs heavily, "She wants to come with us for a couple of weeks, see what it's about, see if she can live like this."
"No way…"
"Yeah."
Sam sits down heavily on the bed next to Dean and puts his arms around him, pulling him close, hugging him tight. Dean leans into him, hugging back, burying his face in Sam's neck. Sam tries to fight off the emotions that are overwhelming him, struggling to hold back tears, fear and anger rearing up in him. It had to happen now, just when they had gotten back to each other, just when they were starting new.
"What the hell are we going to do?" Sam asks the air in front of him.
Dean's muffled voice comes out from Sam's skin, "I wish to Christ I knew, Sam."
*
