Okay. Choosing the scene for his first act, Sam faces Dean and casually (or as casual as he can manage while his heart is thumping) unbuttons his shirt, letting it fall open as he sits in the oversized comfy chair against the opposite wall, across from the beds. Slowly opening his legs, he runs his hands up and down his denim-clad thighs, before cupping his crotch and closing his eyes. After a few moments, he opens his eyes again and focuses on Dean as he unbuckles his belt, arching his back a little as he pulls the belt away from him, and drops it on the floor at the side of the chair.
Dean's eyes move up and down Sam's body, from the hand over his crotch to the ripple and flex of his muscles when he slouches a little in the chair. "Come closer," Dean says, his voice already giving away the desire tingling through his body.
Sam smiles and accommodates Dean by standing up and pulling the chair closer, in between the foot of both beds. "Better?"
"Yeah."
Sam sits down again and opens the top three buttons on his jeans. Reaching for the lube that's waiting on the end of his bed, Sam opens it and makes a show of squeezing a small amount onto his hand. Then, with his eyes locked onto Dean's, he slides his hand down, under the waistband of his jeans and boxers, and grasps his erection. He leans his head back against the top of the backrest but he doesn't take his eyes off his audience. Sam starts to move his hand, stroking slowly, slouching further down in the chair to allow better access. His breathing changes with the sensation, and he attempts to convey to Dean – in one look – just how good it feels.
Dean reads Sam's expression like a book, and his eyes, inevitably, drift down to the front of Sam's jeans, and the rhythm of his hand. As a result, Dean shifts restlessly on the bed as his jeans become more and more constricting.
In response to Dean's movements, Sam becomes more confident and lets himself get into his show. Okay, don't be nervous. He knows if he teases me about this, he'll never get it again…and he obviously wants it. Show him what he does to me. Pretend it's his hand on my cock. That works. As his hand slides up and down his shaft, he starts to roll his hips up, slowly and fluidly. His eyes close of their own accord, and his mouth opens on a silent moan as he occasionally rubs his thumb around the head.
"Let me see you," Dean says softly.
Sam opens his eyes at Dean's words. Taking a moment to think about it, he decides to grant the request…to a point. He removes his hand, making sure he's tucked in first, and deals with the remaining buttons. Lifting his hips suggestively, he starts to push the denim over his hips and down his legs. Sitting down again, Sam uses his feet to help pull the jeans the rest of the way off.
"I wanna see all of you," Dean says, his chest rising and falling heavier as his heart rate picks up.
"You will," Sam promises. "I just like playing with you," he adds with a smile.
"Uh, Sam? Right now, it looks like the only one you're playing with is you," Dean says, mesmerised by the way Sam is running his hand up and down the outside of his boxers.
Looking down at himself, Sam slides his hand under the waistband and continues to stroke himself slowly, occasionally gripping a little tighter as he pulls up to the head. "I like doing this for you, Dean," he says seductively, his eyes meeting Dean's again. "I like showing you what you do to me. How turned on you make me." He smiles shyly. "Don't laugh but you're making me feel really sexy right now."
Dean can hardly breathe. "God, Sam, you are really sexy. What you're doing for me…it's got to be the sexiest thing I've ever seen."
Sam smiles. "With your history, that's got to be high praise."
"It is."
"Well," Sam says as he removes his hand again and stands up, "the show isn't over yet." With that, Sam moves to stand next to Dean's bed and strips off his boxers. Wrapping his fingers around the underside of his cock, and rubbing the head with his thumb, he asks, almost conversationally, "If you weren't tied to the bed, do you think you could sit there and not touch me?"
"God no," Dean answers honestly.
Kneeling on the mattress, Sam straddles Dean's legs and watches himself as he falls into a slow rhythm, from base to head, and down again. Sam rocks his hips very slightly in time to his rhythm, and his newfound confidence allows him to become a little more vocal.
Dean has a magnificent ringside seat to Sam's show, being only one foot away from his brother's cock, and the hand pumping it slowly but firmly. Not to mention the feel of Sam's ass rocking against his thighs. "Fuck, Sam, you're fucking torturing me."
Sam looks up and gives Dean a sexy smile. "Good."
Watching as precome beads on the head of Sam's cock, Dean tries to keep the pleading tone out of his voice when he says, "Let me taste you."
"No," he responds, giving Dean a calculating look. "You can't touch me, Dean; not yet. But I can touch you." He then removes his hand and starts to unbuckle and unbutton his jeans.
Sam's pace is way too slow for Dean, and he groans quietly. "Come on, get 'em off."
Slowly, he says, "My show, Dean…my speed. I may be doing this right now because you won the bet, but I'm in control here. Got that?"
Dean smiles in response. "Oh yeah. You getting all alpha-male on me, baby?"
"If you have a problem with that, you'd better say, so I can stop."
"On the contrary; I'm loving it. You're driving me crazy, but I love it. Now can you get these fuckin' jeans off me, please." Dean wiggles his butt a little under Sam's weight.
Sam smiles as he resumes his work. "I do like to see you squirm. With all buttons undone, Sam peels each side away and is met with a nice surprise: no boxers. "I forgot you were going commando." Moving a little further down Dean's legs, Sam braces his weight on both hands, either side of Dean's hips, and kisses the now naked skin in between the V of his open jeans.
Dean lifts his hips, needing more contact; much more. "Uhhh," Dean breathes, fighting the overwhelming urge to close his eyes, so he can see his brother at work.
Letting Dean's hips rise to meet his lips, Sam continues to kiss the newly-exposed flesh, occasionally licking a path up and down the thin trail of hair that leads, invitingly, from navel to pubic hair. When Dean thrusts his hips again in response to Sam's tongue dipping in and around his navel, Sam stops abruptly and sits up.
"Oh, Sammy, please don't stop," Dean says, his breathy words punctuated by his pleading eyes.
Sam smiles. "I was just going to take your jeans off."
"Oh. Proceed."
Climbing off the mattress, Sam stands at the end of the bed, reaches forward to grab the denim just under Dean's hips, and drags them down.
Dean assists by lifting his hips, and groans as his cock is caressed by the pull of the material, before springing free.
Peeling them the rest of the way down, Sam then discards the jeans to the floor and looks at his brother. "I should've made you take off your t-shirt before I tied you."
"Do it next time, now get over here." Sam doesn't move. Dean does, however, see a devious glint in his eyes, before it's confirmed with a slow smile. "What?"
Sam doesn't answer; instead, he moves away from the bed and starts to rummage through Dean's duffel.
"What the hell?"
Still Sam doesn't answer. A few seconds later, when he finds what he's looking for, Sam returns to Dean's side and holds up a pair of scissors.
Dean's wary look changes in a second to mild alarm. "Oh no you don't. I like this t-shirt. You're not…"
"Shhh, Dean, I'll buy you a new one." With that, Sam kneels on the bed again, over his legs, and carefully cuts the sleeves of Dean's t-shirt, before making one small cut through the hem and another small cut through the neck.
Dean sits very still. Okay, at first, I thought this was a bad idea, but now…just get it off me, Sammy. Get me naked. When Sam takes the bottom of the shirt in his hands and rips the material up until Dean's chest is bared, Dean sucks in a breath and gets impossibly harder. "Jeez, if anymore blood rushes down to my cock, I'm gonna pass out."
"Hmm…at the risk of tempting fate…" Sam lets the rest of that sentence hang in the air as he climbs off the bed and sits on the edge of his bed. Then, leaning back and bracing his weight on one arm, he keeps eye contact with Dean as he runs his open palm along the underside of his straining erection, before closing his fingers around the head and squeezing. Lifting his hand away, briefly, he brings it to his mouth and licks the precome from his thumb and index finger.
Dean's breathing has escalated to erratic, and he tests the strength of his bonds in frustration. "I can't take much more of this, Sammy."
Smiling at Dean's impatience, Sam turns up the thermostat, bending one leg and resting his foot on the mattress, effectively opening his legs for Dean's hungry eyes. Sam reaches for the lube on the end of the bed, pops the lid, and holds the upturned tube about a foot over his spread legs. Squeezing, the liquid drizzles over his cock and balls, and he smiles at the sensation. When he drops the tube on the bed, he reaches down between his legs, and flattens his hand to slide up over his balls and cock to the tip. Reversing his action, he takes it further by lightly massaging his perineum, and then around his entrance. Sam rubs around his hole, without penetrating the outer muscle.
When Sam moans like a porn star, Dean growls low. "Goddamnit, Sam, that's enough; get over here. Now."
At this point, Sam is eager to comply, and he removes his hand and sits up. Not stalling any longer, Sam moves to Dean's side, bringing the lube to sit back on the bedside table. "Spread your legs, baby," he says softly. When Dean does as instructed, Sam climbs back on the bed and kneels in between Dean's legs, sitting back on his heels. With his hands on the outside of Dean's thighs, he encourages him to bend his legs. Then, running his hands up and down Dean's thighs, he leans in close and speaks slowly and seductively. "Dean, you remember this morning when you asked me if I wanted your ass, and I said 'stupid question'? At Dean's nod, Sam continues. "You remember saying you might let me have it, later?" He waits for Dean's nod, again. "Well, I want it. Now."
Dean smiles. Answering Sam with his body, Dean moves down a little, until he's lying nearly flat on the bed, and lifts his legs to wrap around Sam's waist. "I'm all yours," he says, rocking his hips once in invitation.
"God, Dean," Sam says softly, the strength of his love for Dean thumping him in the chest yet again. With his hands either side of the pillow, he leans in again and takes Dean's lips, kissing him very slowly; seducing his mouth.
Dean leans up into the kiss and follows Sam's lead. Fuckin' goddamn, this is good. When Sam draws back, breaking the kiss, Dean rests his head back against the pillow and chuckles.
"What?" Sam asks, the corner of his mouth curving up slightly.
"You just about shut my brain down with that kiss." Unable to touch Sam with his hands tied, Dean takes in Sam's open expression "Now slide yourself inside me, Sammy, and kiss me again."
Sam stills for a moment, looking into Dean's warm, hazel eyes. "I love you so much," he says, letting Dean see the truth in his own eyes. When he thinks he sees the moment when Dean's brain flashes 'chick flick', he prepares to defend himself.
Dean notices the start of Sam's defensive look and shakes his head, knowing what he's thinking. He reassures Sam by lifting his head and planting a kiss against Sam's collarbone. "Sometimes," he says, leaning back again, "chick flick moments are okay. But only sometimes," he adds, with a smile.
"And sometimes, I really like it when you can read my thoughts." Moving down a little, Sam tongues one nipple, and then clamps his lips around the bud, sucking with the slightest of pressure. Still, Dean's hips lift into Sam's, followed immediately by a soft moan. When Dean relaxes back on the mattress, Sam slides a hand between them and strokes them together.
"Sam," Dean breathes, forcing his voice past the hitch of breath, "Please, I want you inside me."
"Keep talking," Sam answers, his hand rubbing around the head of both cocks simultaneously.
"God," he says, shakily, unable to help rocking his hips, wanting more. "Sam, please. I want us both to come while you're inside me. Make love to me."
Those last four words stop Sam and his tease. After a moment, he reads the need in Dean's expression and releases them both. Sam then reaches over to grasp the lube. In mid-stretch, he feels Dean's lips against his nipple and deliberately stops to take advantage of the feeling. Moments later, he moves back in front of Dean, sacrificing one feeling for an even better one. Sitting back, he dribbles lube onto his fingers and is about to let go of the tube again when Dean stops him.
"No prep, Sammy; just slick yourself up and slide inside. I don't wanna wait."
Sam raises an eyebrow at Dean. You sure?
Dean nods in understanding.
Sam realises that he's still slicked up enough not to need another application of lube. Moving his now-slippery hand to Dean's shaft, he encloses his hand around him, while his other hand lines himself up against his brother's ass. Just a couple of seconds' tease around his opening and Sam is sliding in. When he breaches Dean's tight walls, he pushes forward until he's most of the way inside. At that point, they both let out the breath they'd been holding, and release moans worthy of nomination in the adult film awards.
"Sam. Oh god, untie me."
Leaning over Dean, with one arm bracing his body weight, he works the knots free.
Dean moves his released hand to run along Sam's ribs, desperate to touch him, as Sam concentrates on Dean's other wrist. Seconds later, Dean moves both hands to cup Sam's ass, and he communicates with hands and hips that he wants Sam to move.
With his arms taking his weight, Sam exhales on a moan as he unclenches his buttocks, and draws back, slowly. Instead of driving back inside, he stills his movements, feeling he should be wearing a big 'S' on his chest for his feat of strength, and focuses on his brother's half-closed eyes. Eyes that widen immediately when Sam stops.
Dean's protest never makes it past his vocal chords as he looks up at Sam.
Looking down at his questioning look, Sam explains. "Dean, this is not going to be some quick, frenzied fuck." In demonstration, Sam pushes himself inside again, slowly, and leans forward to place a kiss over Dean's heart. "I'm going to make love to you. Okay?" The last word wasn't really a question, but Dean still nods his head slightly. "Although," Sam adds, "that doesn't mean I can't take you hard and deep as well."
Dean cries out and pushes his head back against the pillow as Sam demonstrates again. "God…oh Sammy. Show me."
Sam guides them into a leisurely pace, and lovingly feeds off Dean's mouth, savouring the time they're taking with each other. While their lovemaking is always fantastic and satisfying, they don't always take the time to slow it down and let their emotions play along.
Dean slides his hand up and under Sam's hairline to cup the back of his head, happily losing himself in the kiss. At the same time, he hitches his legs a little further up Sam's body, trying to bring him deeper inside.
When Dean moans into his mouth as he moves his legs, Sam reacts by deepening the kiss, and strokes Dean's tongue with his own. Several moments later, Sam releases Dean's lips with a few smaller kisses, and lifts his head to look at Dean. He doesn't say anything, just looks into his brother's eyes, wondering if Dean can read his expression.
It takes all of four seconds for Dean to read Sam and, with a gentle smile and a roll of the eyes, answers his thought. "I love you, too, Tiny."
That makes Sam smile.
A moment later, Dean groans. "Sam, you're killing me, here." When Sam starts to frown, not understanding, Dean explains. "Move, damnit."
It is then that Sam realises that he's stopped moving, and he laughs, dropping his head.
Dean grins and playfully pokes Sam's ribs, eliciting a little squeak from him. "I know I'm distractingly handsome but…"
Dean doesn't get a chance to finish the rest of the sentence because Sam chooses that moment to withdraw himself nearly all the way, before thrusting back inside Dean's welcoming heat.
"Oh baby yeaaah," Dean grinds out, and then groans, long and low, when Sam does it again.
Keeping that rhythm, Sam moves one hand down over Dean's hip and the curve of one cheek to the back of his thigh, which he caresses, even as he manoeuvres Dean's leg higher.
Dean moans again as Sam opens him further. "Oh god, Sammy, deeper."
Sam smiles and drives his length deep inside. "That's all I've got, Dean. My nine inches not enough for you?"
Dean scoffs at Sam's tease. "Your nine inches is perfect for me; I just can't seem to get enough of you. Of this."
"Hmm…wanna try a new position then?"
Dean's interest is piqued. "What did you have in mind?"
"Cowboy up."
Dean pauses for a second as his smile fades slightly. "I dunno, Sam, I'd feel like a girl in that position."
Sam smiles. "I've got news for you, Dean," he says, moving his hand to slide between their bodies, fisting Dean's leaking cock. "You don't feel anything like a girl. You," he continues, moving his hand again to grip Dean's bicep, and pinning his arm to the bed, "feel like my hard, strong, sexy big brother." Sam watches Dean's expression and can see that he isn't convinced. "You don't have to do it if it weirds you out; it was only a suggestion." He shows Dean, with a warm smile, that it really is okay. At the same time, he puts just a hint of challenge in that smile.
Dean sighs. "I wouldn't do this for anyone else, Sam; understand that."
Sam gives him a mock glare. "You'd better not do it for anyone else. Understand that."
Dean smiles. "Love it when you get all caveman. Okay."
Sam moves his mouth to Dean's ear, and draws his earlobe between his lips with slight suction as he withdraws from Dean's body.
Immediately missing the intimate connection, Dean sits up, bringing Sam with him. "Switch," he says simply.
Sam lies on the bed, and props a third pillow behind his head. Noticing Dean watching, he clarifies. "All the better to watch you."
Dean doesn't reply, but he does look at Sam intently, before lowering his eyes to roam down the length of Sam's torso. Stopping, naturally, at Sam's hard cock, resting proudly against his stomach, he catches himself in the process of licking his lips. As his fingers itch to wrap around Sam's meat, he remembers the lube, and reaches for it. Squeezing a little onto his fingers, he simply drops the tube over the side of the bed. Taking Sam's shaft in his hand, he grips him firmly and pulls his hand up, letting his hand slide to the head, even as he moves to straddle Sam's thighs. At Sam's loud moan, Dean lets his hand slip up and over the ridge of his cock, while his thumb rubs against his slit.
"Dean…"
"What, Sammy? Tell me," Dean says, his voice husky.
Managing a smile, Sam takes his eyes from Dean's hand and looks at him. "God, I love your voice when you're horny. It makes me harder, if that's possible."
Returning the smile, Dean runs his hand back down Sam's shaft. "I don't think it is possible." Rolling his hips against Sam's thighs, Dean watches Sam's hand as it wraps around his own, before pumping his length, twice. "Tell me what you want, little brother."
Sam fights to catch his breath. "I want to be deep inside you. I want to watch you as you ride me."
Dean smiles. Without another word, he moves up Sam's body until he's kneeling over Sam's hips.
Sam rests one hand on Dean's hip, and holds himself at the base with the other as he watches his brother prepare to take him.
Grasping Sam's erection, under the head, Dean positions himself and slowly, slowly lowers himself down Sam's length, closing his eyes in the process. Leaning his head back, he groans loudly. "Holy fuck, Sam. Did you get bigger in the last two minutes?"
Chuckling softly, Sam drags his hand down Dean's chest and stomach, reaching his intended destination a moment later. "I'll give you time to relax," Sam says, lightly stroking Dean expertly.
When Dean rolls his hips slightly, they groan again as Dean's body takes Sam in the rest of the way.
"God, Dean, you feel so good around me." Sam gives him a little time, just as he promised. At the moment that he feels like his hips are going to start moving on their own, he looks into Dean's eyes while raising an eyebrow. "Now, are you gonna move, or does your little brother have to do all the work?"
Dean can't mistake the tease, and doesn't have a problem taking the bait. Answering him with his body, his hands drop to rest against Sam's broad chest as he lifts himself and sinks down, slowly, releasing his breath with a moan.
As Dean is in the process of repeating the movement, Sam opens his legs and bends his knees a little to bracket Dean's body.
When Sam lightly grips his hips, Dean moves his hands from Sam's chest to grasp his forearms. Now accustomed to the new position, Dean finds a rhythm and starts to pick up the pace. With a small smile, he impales himself again and grinds down, rolling his hips, experimenting. As a result, Dean moans and Sam's eyes close automatically as he gives a throaty groan.
"Fuck, Dean, do that again," Sam says, catching his breath.
Happily obliging, Dean repeats the action, accentuating his movement and, again, it brings a vocal response from both. "Oh my god, Sam. Oooh yeah…you feel so good."
Unable to resist actively participating for another moment, Sam waits 'til Dean lowers himself again before gently thrusting up.
"Fuuck!"
In response, Sam smirks and pulls Dean harder against his groin; further onto his cock.
"OhfuckSam," Dean says in a rush, just as his fingers wrap around his shaft to stroke firmly.
Sam watches Dean's face. His expression of absolute pleasure gives Sam a feeling of possessiveness, and he gets a thrill knowing that it's because of him. Letting his eyes travel down his brother's toned body, Sam focuses on Dean's hand as he fists himself, while maintaining his rhythm, taking Sam fully each time. With his hands still gripping Dean's hips, he makes an observation. "Y'know, I agree with you; watching your brother jacking himself off is really sexy."
Dean opens his eyes and gives him a slow smile. After a few moments, he replies. "You wanna help me, Sammy? Or do you wanna take over?"
"How 'bout you take care of that and I take care of this," - rocking his hips to push inside Dean again - "and we'll see if we can come, together."
"Mmmm…sounds like a plan."
Still gripping Dean's hips, Sam starts to thrust a little harder against him, and is rewarded each time with everything from breathy moans to loud groans from his big brother. He watches as Dean rubs his fingers around his cock head, gathering the steadily dripping precome, and uses it to slick his shaft. Seconds later, as another bead of come appears, Sam moves a hand to rub his thumb across the tip and bring it to his mouth, sucking the pad of his thumb lightly.
Dean moans in response and tightens his grip around his cock. "Oh god, Sam," he breathes, pulling his hand up the length of his shaft and rolling his hips.
"You wanna come for me, Dean?"
"Oh yeah. C'mon, Sammy, fuck me. Make me feel you."
"Lift up a little." When Dean kneels up just enough to keep Sam inside him, Sam places his hand back on Dean's hip. "That's enough." Then, with his feet planted on the bed, he thrusts his hips clean off the bed and bottoms out, hard, inside Dean's ass.
Dean cries out and stills his movements for a moment at the intense feeling. "Fuck, Sam. Fuck…yeah! Oh god."
Sam withdraws slowly, then drives himself back inside, creating a punishing rhythm. Dean's desperate groans and dirty talk do nothing but spur Sam on further; harder. Watching Dean work his cock faster is just about his undoing, and he moves to grasp the ridge of Dean's head. "Come hard for me, Dean," he says, his fingers rubbing up and down the sensitive nerves at the ridge of his cock and applying just the right amount of pressure.
"Uhhhh…I'm almost there, Sam," Dean says, his eyes half closed at the sensation. "Come with me, baby; come inside me." Moments later, as Sam continues to pound into him, Dean lets loose with a low growl and pumps his shaft as he shoots his seed onto his hand and Sam's stomach.
Feeling Dean's muscles grip around him as his orgasm takes control, Sam rocks his hips twice more, and pulls Dean firmly down onto his cock, burying himself as he fills Dean with his come. "God, Dean." Sam's sure he wants to say more than that but his brain has shut down due to over-stimulation, so full sentences will have to wait. Finally, his body goes limp and his eyes remain closed; that is, until he feels himself withdrawing from Dean's body, followed immediately by Dean's lips on his and their torsos flush against each other.
Dean looks down at him, no more than three inches away from his brother's boneless-and-happy expression, and gives him back a similar look. "That was crazy hot, little brother."
"I'll second that," Sam responds, smiling, and slides his hands up Dean's flanks. One hand stops its journey, splayed against the middle of his back; the other hand cups the back of Dean's head and brings him closer.
Dean takes the hint and kisses him deeply, again taking their time. Pulling back a minute later, Dean gives Sam a smirk. "Now I know why chicks like that position. Next time you're on top, little brother."
Sam laughs. "We might be able to arrange something."
Dean lifts himself and moves to lie on his back, pulling Sam closer.
Turning onto his side, and resting against his elbow, Sam isn't ready to stop touching Dean just yet, and proves it by leaning over and planting a kiss to his neck, just above his collar bone. "You know," Sam says, and kisses Dean again, a little higher up, "I can honestly say that I've never had this much fun losing a game of pool."
Dean chuckles and wraps his arm around Sam, encouraging more kisses.
The. End.