Title: The Brothers Winchester Code (09/19)
Rating: Adult
Pairing/Characters: Eventual Dean/Sam
Notes/Disclaimers/Spoilers: Spoilers through 02x10, "Hunted." I don't own the characters of Sam and Dean Winchester; this is strictly a fan piece.
Summary: After the events of Hunted, Sam finally figures out what to tell Dean. But what he says puts the brothers on a road they never contemplated.
Further SPOILER ALERT:
It's been brought to my attention that I may be foreshadowing part of the latter half of season two??? I HAVE NOT SEEN PAST HUNTED, so for the love of whoever we pray to in order to keep us spoiler free PLEASE don't say stuff like that. If I am it's all a coincidence, I assure you.
Author's Note: Greetings and salutations. As always, thanks to all who continue to read this. I am beyond grateful to have you following this.
Chapter Nine
Sam's gaze snapped up at the sound of Dean's voice. Dean, who was suddenly right in front of him instead of on the field. The chatter of Sam's former crushes became merely background noise. Dean was wearing a jade green jersey over black and white soccer shorts and his skin was flush from the exertion of the game. As Sam watched he pulled the shirt up to wipe the sweat from his face. Sam's gaze darted downward to the exposed skin before he knew that he'd done it and when the shirt dropped back down Sam quickly looked back up to see Dean smirking at him.
"There's no room for me, Sam," Dean said as he turned away and Sam had an irrational moment of panic.
"Don't leave, Dean!"
The smile Dean gave him as he turned back around made Sam's insides melt. Dean kicked at Sam's foot with his cleat.
"Spread 'em, then."
Sam complied without question and could only watch in amazement as Dean settled himself between Sam's legs. When he leaned back against his chest Sam was assaulted with the smell of grass, sweat, sunshine and Dean.
He hesitated, unsure of what to do or say but Dean was apparently not suffering from the same dilemma. He demonstrated this by reaching over with one hand and, threading his fingers through Sam's he brought them both to rest on his stomach while he shifted his other arm up so it rested on Sam's chest and he could tangle his fingers in the ends of Sam's hair.
As if this happened every day instead of, oh, say….never.
But the indecision lasted only an instant before Sam surrendered himself completely to the moment. He let himself relax fully and felt all the ways that Dean's body molded to his own. He hadn't realized until that second how much he had missed just the simple act of sharing personal space with another person.
Unbidden a wave of emotion hit Sam and he tightened his arm around Dean, bringing his other arm up to hold his brother close. He buried his nose behind Dean's ear and just breathed in, allowing the comfort of having Dean so close soothe him.
For his part Dean just tilted his head slightly to allow Sam to get as close as he wanted and he breathed a small sigh of affection out, returning the tight grip. Sam lost himself totally and it wasn't until Dean twisted his head, using his nose to gently bump Sam's jaw, that he came back.
Sam lifted his head up and smiled bashfully but Dean didn't take the opportunity to tease him, he just tilted his chin towards the girls and guys, who Sam was astonished to still see there although there was now a section of unoccupied bleachers between them.
"What were they talking to you about?" Dean asked and Sam blushed.
"They wanted to know if you were my boyfriend," he admitted and Dean grinned.
"What did you say?"
Sam shrugged and his move jostled Dean slightly.
"I said you were," he whispered and looked away. Dean pulled gently on his hair and Sam forced himself to meet Dean's gaze.
"You better have," Dean teased as he leaned in and playfully nipped at his jaw. "I'd hate to have to kick your ass."
The feeling of Dean's teeth grazing his skin caused a full body shudder through Sam. He closed his eyes for a moment and he was surprised to hear Dean's voice so close.
"Just so you know…I'm going to pull your hair harder than that when I fuck you."
Sam breathed in sharply, suddenly turned on and lit up like a firecracker but when he opened his eyes they were in a room that Sam recognized as one of the nicer hotel rooms they had stayed in. Dean wasn't with him and Sam looked around slowly from his position on the bed, trying to focus through the haze of arousal that had settled on him.
The clock radio next to the bed was on and Sam listened to the song, Bon Jovi's "Livin' on a Prayer," while he waited for Dean to appear or for his limbs to lose their sudden heaviness.
The door to the bathroom opened and Dean came out, steam billowing behind him. He was wearing dark slacks and he was buttoning up his nice crisp dress shirt. He was humming to himself as he meandered around the room looking for his shoes.
"Have you seen my shoes, Sam?" he asked and Sam shook his head. Dean looked over to get his answer and his gaze heated as it swept over Sam.
"Where're you going, Dean?" Sam asked and cursed the shaky nature of his voice.
Dean's eyebrow lifted in confusion and he went over to the mirror over the dresser and began to knot his tie.
"On that date you set me up on, Sam," he informed him and went to look in the closet for his shoes. Sam made a noise of protest…he had made a date for Dean? Why would he do that? He sat up and maneuvered to the end of the bed, wondering how he was going to convince Dean that he hadn't meant to make the date in the first place and that he wanted Dean to cancel it now.
"Would you rather I stayed here with you?"
Sam glanced up sharply, his arousal ratcheting up a notch at the husky timbre of Dean's tone, and he nodded. Dean smiled a shark's grin as he walked over.
"You gonna be as much fun as my date?" he queried and Sam grinned.
"More," he told him and Dean laughed, then his attention turned to the clock radio.
"Ooh, turn it up, Sam!"
Sam shook his head but did as Dean asked, smiling when he heard the song…Def Leppard's "Pour Some Sugar on Me." Sam remembered listening to this song when he and Dean were first allowed to drive the Impala alone together and that one of them had mentioned that it was a fantastic stripper song.
He figured it was probably a Dean comment and he chuckled before he realized that Dean was doing exactly that…stripping. Sam's eyes widened as Dean unknotted the tie and he gaped up at Dean who merely winked.
"Don't figure I need to be all dressed up now that I've got no place to go."
Sam couldn't exactly find fault with that logic not to mention anything to say so he ended up watching mutely as Dean continued to strip, never taking his eyes off Sam. Dean undid the buttons of his cuffs, then started at the bottom and undid each of the shirt's buttons as well.
Part of Sam's mind detached itself enough to note not only was this entire thing incredibly, ridiculously hot, but that one of the reasons why was due to the very subtle nature of the act. Dean wasn't moving much at all, his movements were controlled and precise. In truth the only real dancing he was doing was a soft sway of his hips to the beat of the song but Sam couldn't deny he was hopelessly aroused by it.
But it wasn't enough. The more he was around Dean, the closer his brother moved to him, the more he wanted. So when Dean smoothly pulled his belt out of its loops Sam leaned forward and grabbed it, using it to slowly tug Dean towards him. Giving a wicked smile Dean straddled Sam's lap and dropped the belt, running his hands from the tops of Sam's thighs to his neck, where he slowly stroked the skin with his thumbs.
"Something you want, Sam?" Dean leaned down to speak in his ear and Sam held his breath. "Because there's definitely something I want. Can I kiss you?"
Mouth suddenly gone dry, all Sam could manage was a shaky nod.
Dean moved his mouth to the side of Sam's neck and placed a chaste kiss there, just barely allowing his lips to make contact. Before Sam could say anything he followed it up with an open-mouthed kiss that had Sam's breath falter. His tongue snuck out to quickly lick the spot before he set his lips down firmly and sucked. Sam was glad he wasn't standing as his knees positively buckled from the feelings.
"I thought you wanted to kiss me, Dean," he finally managed even as he held on to the back of Dean's neck to keep him from moving.
"What do you think I'm doing, Sam?" he responded with a dirty chuckle before he went right back to working the skin with his teeth.
Sam was going to come from this and nothing else. If he'd been in complete control of his faculties he would have laughed at himself for eons that he was this hard and desperate to come before they'd even done anything explicitly sexual. But every pulse of his skin in Dean's mouth sent a corresponding throb straight to his groin.
Dean suddenly broke away to look at Sam and his gaze made Sam's blood boil even more.
"Usually we think it's not worth it to bother getting someone to the point where they want to be fucked," Dean told him and Sam's brain struggled to make sense of the words. "But from the moment I saw you I knew…you're going to make this so good for me, aren't you?"
And that Sam could agree with. In fact as he nodded he realized that he was letting Dean get him all wound up but he wasn't doing anything for Dean. He had to fight to not only regain control of his limbs but to keep that thought in mind, as the majority of his brain wanted him to just let Dean get him off.
But the more he thought about it the greater the percentage of his brain got on board with the idea that getting Dean off would be pretty fantastic, too. In fact, having Dean beneath him wanting Sam to fuck him was actually something that needed to happen…now.
Trusting Dean's instinct to kick in and prevent him from falling backwards Sam grabbed Dean's hips and in one move lifted both of them off the bed for a moment before he flipped them over. Dean bounced for a second, hands grabbing at Sam's shoulders before he looked up at him with wide eyes.
"How did you do that?" he asked in amazement and Sam shrugged, unclear why Dean was apparently impressed by a move they had both done before during many a sparring match. Letting his brother be he set himself to the task of tasting Dean.
He impatiently pushed the shirt open and lowered his mouth to Dean's collarbone, dropping soft kisses that turned into not-so-gentle bites when Dean rocked up into him, breathing erratically. Sam let the texture and the tangy taste of Dean's skin consume his senses.
"You shouldn't be able to…" Dean began but trailed off as Sam's mouth made contact again. He groaned and arched up off the bed and Sam's blood pumped faster with the knowledge that he was breaking Dean's control—he was responsible for putting his brother in the state he was in.
"God Sam, I need, I need, I need—" Dean stuttered and Sam lifted his head and smiled, letting his hands tease the skin about Dean's waistband.
"What do you need, Dean?" he asked as he watched the play of muscles beneath his hands.
Dean's gaze cleared and he reached up and pressed hard against the mark he'd made on Sam's neck. Sam's brain immediately filled with that same haze of arousal he'd been fighting when he first found himself on the bed and he closed his eyes and dropped his head to Dean's chest, moaning lowly.
Dean worked himself out from beneath Sam and he let up on the mark only long enough to get Sam to move to the head of the bed. Once he had Sam laying on his side he sucked the bruised skin back into his mouth and Sam could only gasp and shut his eyes as his world narrowed to the feeling of Dean surrounding him.
"Open up, Sam," he heard Dean whisper and he opened his mouth and hummed in happiness when he felt two of Dean's fingers. He began to suck on them, rolling his tongue over and under and between and he smiled around them when he heard Dean groan.
"Damn," Dean murmured, "I bet you are just a fantastic cocksucker, aren't you? Mmm if I didn't need to fuck you I'd consider finding out." He leaned up and tugged on Sam's earlobe with his teeth for a moment before whispering in his ear. "Maybe if you're good I'll let you suck me hard again. What do you think, Sam? Can you be good for me?"
Sam nodded and whimpered when he felt Dean press against him from behind. Sam shuddered at the feeling of his brother's skin against his own. But wait…when had Sam taken off his clothes? He was dizzy with want, it was like trying to think through a fog and all Sam could focus on were the feelings Dean was invoking in him.
"That's it, Sam. Show me how slick you can get them, okay?"
After a few more blissful minutes Dean pulled his fingers free and before Sam could complain they were pressing into him oh so slowly. Sam arched his back and hissed. Dean's other hand came up and Sam greedily latched on to the proffered digits and sucked them into his mouth, working them in a counter rhythm to the pace that Dean was working his other fingers in and out of Sam.
Dean started to alternate between scissoring and curling his fingers inside Sam and when he hit Sam's prostrate Sam's back bowed as he slammed himself back down on Dean's fingers, causing Dean to chuckle.
Sam wanted to come and he could tell that he was close…so close. It would just take a couple of strokes of his hand at most and then he thought he might pass out from what promised to be the strongest orgasm of his life. He started to move his hand down but suddenly Dean's voice rang out.
"Stop it, Sam."
Sam's brow furrowed. Why was Dean being like this? Couldn't he see how very much Sam wanted to—no, scratch that—needed to come?
"I don't think you get what I want here, Sam," Dean told him, his mouth maintaining contact with Sam's skin as he talked. "I want you to be so hot for me, so desperate to come, so out of your mind with lust that you'll agree to anything."
How had Dean missed that Sam was pretty much there already? Sam thought to himself.
"When I think you want this, want me, enough, I am going to slam into you so hard that you'll be feeling it for weeks. And you're going to come for me, aren't you Sam? That first thrust will make you come so hard you see stars…and I'm going to keep fucking you. I'm going to fuck you through your orgasm, through the aftershocks and the pain of over-stimulation and maybe you'll come again, maybe you won't by the time I'm done."
And that was it. Sam's brain clicked off at the promise in Dean's voice.
Dean began to move his hips in gentle teasing thrusts against Sam's. Sam whimpered and tried to thrust back, tried to get more friction but Dean kept backing away and denying Sam.
"You want this? You want me fucking you open? You want to come, want to paint me with it?"
Sam could only moan and think yesyesyesyesyesyes. Dean nodded against his neck.
"Then wake up and take it, Sam. Open your eyes and fuck yourself on my cock. Wake up and untie me and I will pound you through the mattress, I promise you. I know you want it, Sam. So take it."
I have to wake up, Sam thought. I have to wake up. But then he experienced one of those moments that sometimes happens where he became aware the fact that he was asleep while still dreaming.
"Wait…that means I'm asleep," he said as he pulled Dean's fingers out of his mouth. "That means this isn't real."
End of Chapter Nine
