By now, both Winchesters had showered, changed and dropped their dirty clothes into a large plastic bag to be taken to the Laundromat the next day. Sam was in his last pair of clean boxers now as was Dean. Dean was on the bed watching his brother's backside while Sam was stuffing the last of his dirty clothes into the plastic bag. As he looked at a pair of his boxers he frowned at the location of a hole. "Lovely. We may have to make a side trip to a Wal-Mart or something." His voice had taken on a pout now. "Damn it...And I liked this pair." He frowned and tossed the pair across the room into the trash bin by the door.

"Nice shot." Dean voiced from his place on the bed. "Got a hole in 'em?" Sam nodded, "In the last place I need a whole." Dean smirked as he replied, "Hey, I can think of a fun was to utilize that whole." Sam cast a glance over his shoulder, "What? I can." Dean grinned and was rewarded by Sam just shaking his head and turning back to his bag. "So, Sammy~" Dean purred his brother's name, "Since Bobby knows, then we can pretty much pick up where we left off."

Sam had been thinking along those same lines as Dean had started to speak. "Too bad the bed doesn't have the same kind of headboard as the last." He watched as his brother looked at the solid wood piece behind his head. "Aren't I lucky?" He chuckled a bit. "Besides, I want to be able to touch you Baby Boy." Sam felt a shiver roll down his spine at the way Dean's voice dropped in tone to a deeper husk than normal. Walking to the bed he watched as Dean shifted, threw his legs over the side, placed his feet on the carpeted floor, and faced the taller. "I want to feel your body react to my touch." He husked out as Sam got closer.

When Sam was close enough Dean's arm snapped out and his fingers closed over the waistband of Sam's boxers and the elder yanked him forward until Sam was standing, knees against the side of the bed, between Dean's thighs. "I want to watch as I touch you, I want to see you, feel you, hear you react to my hands on your body, Sammy." He felt Sam's body shiver against the knuckles pressed against his abdomen. "You like that don't you Sammy?" Dean tracked Sam's tongue across his lips with lust blown eyes. "You like the thought of my hands all over you?" Dean accented the question with his free hand sliding up Sam's leg and into the loose fabric of his boxers to cup the back of Sam's thigh. Dean watched his brother swallow and nod as a flush of heat spread across his skin. "Yes Dean," A shiver ran through the elder at the tone in Sam's voice. "I do like the sound of that." Dean licked his lips, grinned and yanked Sam down by his waistband until they were both laid out cross ways on the bed, Sam above Dean. "Good, because that's just the start of tonight." Dean could feel the shier vibrate through his baby brother, causing himself to do so as well.

Sam licked his lips and sort of braced himself above Dean, hands flat on either side of him against the mattress. "Goody." He breathed as he looked into his brother's lust blown eyes. Sam could feel his brother's arousal pressing against his hip and shivered as he involuntarily ground down against it wrenching a guttural moan from lips that were scant inches from his own. On a whim he repeated the action and found himself flat on his back beneath his brother's frame moments later. Dean was now in the same position that Sam had been before and his erection- still clothed- was again pressing into the crook of Sam's hip. And it was in that instant he knew Dean could feel his own hard on. "Seems to me, like somebody's ready to play." Dean grunted as he rocked his hips down into Sam's, making the younger moan with want. Dean's lips turned up at the corners as he leaned in and began to press light kisses to Sam's flesh, starting at his neck and moving down slowly. As Dean reached Sam's chest, the younger in question shivers and arches into the soft feel of those lips on him. His breathy moans spur Dean on and his mouth makes brief and tormenting contact with one of Sam's amber toned nipples. Sam feels his brother's tongue dart out and flick across the already hardened nub, making him gasp and arch into the sensation as Dean moves to the other side and inflicts the same torture again. "De..." He moans huskily. Now, Dean seems to be either in his own zone or he is straight up ignoring Sam for the elder in question moves from Sam's nipples to the middle of his chest and starts making his way down slowly. His lips, teeth and tongue leaving moist heated trails all the way down in the process. It would seem to Sam, as he moans, bucks and arches into his brother's work, that Dean is enjoying himself.

And good God all mighty is he. Dean is loving every mewl, keen, groan, pant, moan, gasp, and whatever else noise you can name, that he is pulling from his little brother. It's like he's addicted to those sounds! Hell, right about now, he's pretty damn sure he's addicted to Sammy himself. The boy's- no man's- because Sam is most definitely a man- what with all those muscles, hard lines, and dips- God above is he a man!- skin is like heroine to Dean.

Not that he'd ever been high before. No not at all... It's like his own personal drug and he's so addicted. He needs no other. Nor does he want one.

Dean has made his way down to Sam's belly button by now and dips his tongue in causing Sam to gasp loudly and press up against him and Dean can feel the erection pressing into his sternum. Looking up his breath catches in his throat. Sam's face is completely blissed out, eyes closed, mouth open in a perfect 'o', chin tilted up as Sam revels in the way his brother is making him feel. Dean is doing that. He is putting that expression on Sam's face. No one else. Not Jet. Not some demon bitch. Not Jess. Him. Dean James Winchester. His big brother. Oh that's kind of a kinky thought. Dean grins now and returns to his ministrations, lapping teasingly at Sam's navel, once again pulling sexy little noises from his brother. After a moment or two of working at the area Dean heard Sam gasp something that sounded kind of like he was begging for more. "More what Sammy?" Dean husked out as he started to press kisses even lower. "Tell me Sammy, what do you want me to do?" His voice was almost a soft purr and Sam seemed to like it for the following sound was half way between a mewl and a moan. "Come on Sammy, I can't do if you don't ask." Dean's lips and tongue trailed over the inside of a thigh that fell open for the elder. Sam gasped something again and Dean grinned a bit, lifting a hand to brush teasing fingers over an engorged member, "Is this what you want Sammy?" He knew what Sam wanted. Had heard him, or at least he managed to make out what was gasped. A shake of Sam's head indicated he didn't want a hand job as calloused fingers closed around his base. "No? Well, then what do you want Baby Boy?" The use of the childhood nickname in that manner again had Sam shivering and whining out another reply. Dean grinned a bit now and pressed a light kiss to the head of his brother's dick. "Is that what you want Sammy? You want Big Brother's mouth on your cock?" A moan, a buck of his hips, and a nod of his head was Sam's answer for Dean. "Well, I can't do it unless you ask for it Sammy. And it might be better if I can hear you." Dean ordered huskily. He left his hand around the base of Sam's cock to stave off any orgasm until he was ready for Sam to cum for him, while he pressed little nips and licks along the inside of Sam's thighs. He could hear Sam struggle to make himself talk around his moans, gasps, and whimpers, but it was with a clear voice that the next words were spoken.

"Dean, please, I want you to suck me off."

The elder looked up to see a flush spread across Sam's cheeks and now his neck, his chest bright with it now. "That's it Baby Boy, was that so hard?" If Sam was going to reply it was cut short and became a gasping moan as Dean's mouth closed over his cock head. I didn't think so. Dean gave a mental grin as he worked his brother's cock over, sucking the head like he would a lollipop, eliciting delicious moans from Sam.

Holy fuck all mighty! Sam managed to think as Dean's tongue flattened out against the underside of his head. How in the hell had Dean learned to be so good at this? His back arched off the mattress as Dean dragged his tongue up Sam's head to dip the tip into the slit. "Fuck!" He cried out ending on a long moan. He feels Dean's tongue vibrate slightly as the older of the two chuckles low in his throat and that alone makes him want to explode then and there. Sam opens his mouth to beg for more but it comes out a loud moan instead as Dean laves his tongue against the pulsing vein along the underside of Sam's cock.

Dean looks up again, his mouth still going to work on his brother's dick, and watches Sam drop his head back into the pillow hard gasping, moaning and panting out in apparent pleasure. When Sam's body goes slightly lax beneath him and Sam begins to let pleasure begin to take him, that's when Dean knows Sam is close. Grinning around the member in his mouth, Dean pulls back until just the head is between his lips, inhales deeply, relaxes his jaw completely and moves back down taking Sam in completely, not stopping until his nose is buried against his brother's pelvis. And that's when Sam responds with a loud cry, a hand to Dean's hair, fingers curling in there and digging at Dean's scalp, and an involuntary buck of his hips which Dean rides with.

SON OF A BITCH! He can't even form words, and those that he can are incoherent as all hell. Dean was deep throating him and it felt fucking amazing! He cried out again as Dean began to hum, fucking hum! around his cock. A whimper fell from his throat as Dean pulled back though it turned into another cry of pleasure as he was taken deep again. Forcing himself to focus if only for a few moments he gasped out, "Dean, 'f'you keep that up," Sam nearly swallowed his tongue as Dean repeated the movement with a hum and a scrape of his teeth over hardened flesh, "Imma c-c-come!"

Dean seemed to ignore him again or maybe he had heard and that was his intention for Dean lifted up once more and swooped back down a bit faster now, hollowing out his cheeks and scraping his teeth against Sam's dick again, the head penetrating his throat once more and Sam exploded then and there with a cry of Dean's name that was louder than the two before, and Dean swallowed all that the other gave with a purr.


A/N Alrighty, so this one took longer due to the fact that I had to think about what I wanted to write. But here it is Chapter 11 and this will swiftly be followed by chapter twelve. And possibly chapter thirteen a bit later tonight as well. I'm not sure just yet.

You all know the drill~ R&R~ please and thank you~

Love and Good Reading~

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