Dean looked up at the beauty straddling him waiting for a command, Conner couldn't figure out what to do next. "Since you haven't decided on anything I'm going to decide for you. Dean sat up and pulled him over his lap. "Tell me what this does for you, remember I can stop." Conner was squirming around in anticipation. The first slap came as a surprise and Conner cried out, Dean stopped and massaged his cheeks. "Are you ok, do you like this…..want me to go on?"

Conner started to push against Dean's thigh and gasped, "Yes please again…I like it." Dean struck him again and again, he felt Conner getting harder against his thigh. Dean continued for awhile slapping and then massaging his cheeks until they were bright pink. He could tell he was getting close so Dean grabbed lubricant from the nightstand and slicked up a finger, he worked it in and began to move slowly in and then out.

Conner clenched at the pressure, "No baby relax there are going to a couple more eventually." Dean leaned down and talked softly, "Like I told Sammy, when I get in there its going to burn and hurt but when I hit just the perfect spot you are going to crazy and want more." Dean's voice changed, it no longer soft but heavy and deep, "In fact did you know Sam begs for it? He can't get enough of me, " Dean pushed another finger in and Conner groaned, "you should see what a nice little bitch he is for me, I bet he isn't your bitch though is he?"

Conner groaned louder as Dean fit a third finger inside, "No he's not Dean, I'm his…..he sounds like you….just like you." Dean pulled out his fingers and liberally applied more lubricant to Conner. Dean unwrapped a condom and put it on, then lifted him into a straddle again, they were face to face and Dean had him poised just about his cock, "Are you sure you're ready for this?" Conner kissed him and nodded yes, He started slowly to let him slid down then stopped when Conner cried out, "I can stop, do you want me to stop?"

"Conner's eyes welled up from the pain, "No keep going, this is my birthday and this is what I want" Dean touched his forehead with his own and smiled, "Ok then, happy birthday." He let him slid until there was nowhere else to go and Conner was locked on. Conner let out a sharp breath and his cheeks were wet with tears . "Now you are the one in control Conner, you decide when to move, how far and how fast."

Conner worked slowly until Dean adjusted his angle, that was it, Conner felt a rush of pleasure and pushed back on Dean's shoulders working harder. "Did I hit that cherry spot?" Conner didn't answer, his eyes were closed and Dean had his hand wrapped about Conner's cock. Before he knew it the kid shot over his fist and chest.

"That's it, good job baby…..now you and Sam have something in common…..I got to do both of you for the first time." Dean pushed him down and held him in place, releasing into about the tightest place he had ever been."Sammy….Fuck Sammy you feel so good." Conner sat like a spent rag doll on top of him, he didn't even notice what Dean had said, that he had pretended he was Sam, he gently pulled him off and put him down on the bed. Dean got up and cleaned himself in the bathroom then came back with a towel for Conner but he was asleep. Dean covered him up and crawled back under the covers with him. Conner curled up next to him with his head on Dean's chest, Dean pretended it was his Sammy draped over him listing for Deans steady heart beat. "I love you Sammy." But there was no Sam to reply back with "I love you too Dean."

…

Miles away Sam was in bed with Anthony who was working Sam's body over with his mouth and saying words of what sounded like worship. "I'll treat you like a precious, sacred temple…anything for you Sam…my God you are so beautiful…" and then Anthony said it, what Sam didn't want to hear, "I love you Sam…..I love you."

Sam's body started to cool down, no matter how handsome and desirable he found Anthony there was only one man that said that to him and that was his brother. When Erik or Conner said it he knew it was infatuation but when Anthony said it he felt trapped, another person that wanted to own him.

Anthony sensed something was different by the reaction of Sam's body, "Sam what is it, what is wrong. Did you want me to do something different? Just tell me and I'll make it happen." Sam rolled over and rested his head on his arms, "No its just that….you said you loved me…..you just can't say that, I love the other guy that gave me this ring." Sam sat up, "When you say it I think its because I'm young and good to look at, when he says it I know its true because we spent our lives together. He would die for me, I would die for him and that wont change ever.

Anthony got up and put on his robe and sat back down by Sam, "I'm sorry, I got caught up in the moment, going over your perfect body and things come out. Some men talk dirty I get emotional is all." Sam kissed him, "No more love talk? I can go for dirty talk which I'm more comfortable with anyway." Anthony took off his robe, "deal Sam, no more love talk, dirty talk it is. So….I guess that means the honeymoon is over and I can fuck you till you scream maybe?" Sam smiled wickedly, "Yes please."

….

The next morning Anthony took Sam to breakfast and then dropped him off at Bobby's, when they pulled in Conner's car was still there. "What the hell is my son doing here this early in the morning?" Anthony's face turned red, "I swear to God if that slut brother of yours did anything with my kid there is going to be hell to pay."

Sam didn't want a blow up and fight with Dean so he lied, "No Conner called my phone early and asked to meet me here to talk." Then Sam thought about what he had said, "Don't you ever call my brother a slut or anything else or you are going to have hell to pay, not him." Sam grabbed his bag and the clothes Anthony had purchased for him and slammed the car door, "Thanks for the clothes and the good time, goodbye."

Anthony didn't go after him, he knew he would never see Sam Winchester again because he had insulted the man that had given Sam the ring, the man he truly loved, his brother Dean.

…

Sam dropped his clothes and bag on Bobby's couch and went quietly up the stairs and opened the bedroom door. The curtains were closed and the room was dark but he could see Dean sleeping on their bed with Conner curled up next to him and worse yet Conner had his head resting on Dean's chest with his brothers arm around his shoulders, the other holding his hand.

Sam was leaving in barely two weeks and now he was having doubts seeing Dean up close and personal with someone else. Sam was incredibly jealous, he sat in the chair by the bed and watched them sleep trying to decide what to do next.

Dean stirred and opened his eyes slightly, he saw someone sitting in the chair, he pushed Conner off and reached for the gun in the nightstand but Sam slapped his hand away. "Its me Dean, Its Sam."

Dean sat up and stared at Sam, "Sam where were you yesterday and last night?" Sam laughed bitterly, "Doing the same thing as you except mine wasn't a virgin….far from it." Sam leaned into Dean's ear and whispered, "I let his father fuck me…..again….. and it was really excellent FYI."

Conner sat up and rubbed his eyes, "Sam is that you?" Sam snapped, "So you had that happy birthday after all, now what, you are Dean's little bitch? Is that what you are going to do when I leave for school, deflower the entire high school?"

Dean was outraged, "He came to me, he is eighteen….you weren't here and yeah Sam, maybe since you are leaving me I will keep him around, what do you think of that? You can go chase all the college tail you want I guess. Don't ever point fingers at me when you are just as bad."

Sam punched his brother in the face, Dean got up and grabbed his shirt slamming him into the wall. Conner watched as the Winchester brothers gave each other a bloody beat down and yelled insults at each other.

Sam shoved Dean and he fell back on the bed, he tried to push Sam off but he had tightened his long legs on either side of Dean's hips. Dean was fast, he grabbed Sam's shoulders and flipped him back on the bed, Sam wrapped his legs around Dean's waist. By this time they were both out of breath and bleeding. Sam looked up at his brother, he grabbed his close cropped hair and yanked his face down to his and kissed him hard.

Dean bit his lip and pulled away. Sam touched the blood on his lip, "You fucker, you bit me." Sam raked his nails down his brother's chest and tiny drops of blood welled up. By this time Conner was pressed into the corner by the wall making himself small, he watched fascinated by the entire scene playing out before him.

Dean was breathing heavy as was Sam, "Sam you little bitch, I love you." Sam tightened his legs more and pushed against his brother's naked body and groaned, "Dean you incredible jerk, I love you too." Dean pulled roughly at Sam's clothes tearing them and between the two of them in a panic Sam was soon naked.

Sam crawled across the bed to Conner, "How was it, how was Dean? He is a great lover I bet you did have a happy birthday." Dean sat on his knees next to his brother, "Tell Sam about your birthday spanking. Sammy I tanned his little ass and he was rock hard the whole time, Christ, that is one fucking hot little tail."

Conner was faced with two attractive brothers sitting up on their knees with him pinned in the corner of the bed against the wall. They were looking at him like a wounded animal, Dean leaned forward and put both arms on either side of Conner trapping him in, "I can hear your heart racing little rabbit, I think Sam should give you a birthday spanking."

Sam grabbed him roughly and pulled him across his lap, "Do you want my hand or a belt, or should I surprise you?" Before Conner could form a thought either way, Sam dragged him back on the bed face down and pinned him, Dean bent down closer to Conner "My little brother asked you a question, hand or belt?" "Conner stammered, "I guess….a hand?" Sam got off the bed and grabbed his brothers belt, "You guess? You guessed wrong." Sam hit him twice with the belt hard but Dean caught his hand before he could give a third blow. "Too hard Sammy, you don't want to break the skin, this takes practice. It should hurt but not leave scaring." Dean grabbed the belt and tossed it in the corner. "No more belts for him, he's just too delicate."

He leaned in and kissed him hard on the mouth, "Sam you should really try him, his ass is so incredibly tight I thought my dick was going to get stuck in there, he makes you feel like a two dollar whore, you know, like throwing a hotdog down a hallway." Dean laughed at Sam until he slapped him. "Christ Dean, you are such an ass."

Sam pressed his ear to Conner's chest, "I can hear your heart racing just like my brother said, like an animal caught in a snare," He licked up Conner's neck and then bit down enough to bruise, "I guess that's because we are such good hunters." Dean smirked, "I wish everything we hunted looked like that, what do you say rabbit, do you want to get tag teamed by the Winchester brothers?"

Conner finally spoke, "Yes, I think I would." Sam reclined back on the bed, Dean lifted him on to his brother. "Go ahead and show Sam everything I taught you." Conner gasped as Sam unceremoniously pushed up and entered him. He held him still and did all the work, "Sorry Conner, no time for amature hour, Sammy's got to get his right away." Sam was overly excited from the fighting and the fresh meat, he came quickly.

Dean grabbed Conner who by now was pliable and looked dazed, pleasure filling his body, he was happy to let the brothers do whatever they wanted. He picked him up, kneeled him over the side of the bed and got behind him. Sam went to hand Dean a towel to wipe him up first but Dean pushed his hand away, "Its ok little brother, I like your sloppy seconds." Dean pushed down on his back and mounted him, not gentle like last night.

Sam encouraged his brother, "Come on Dean fuck him, show him what a good stud you are." Dean looked at his brother and then pulled out, he pushed Sam on his back and pulled his legs up, "You want to see what a good stud I am? What am I Sam, a horse?" Sam laughed, "I suppose, you're hung like one." He thrust into Sam hard until he finished, "Lets see you get that at Stanford Sammy."

Conner got up and sat in the chair watching the Winchester sex show going on, hard kisses mingling the blood across their mouths, tongues coming out to lick it off each other, slapping and squeezing that Conner was sure would leave more bruises. A string of filthy sentences each directed at the other brother. It was like watching two wild animals mounting and mating, nothing gentle or soft, a frantic rush to squeeze as much out of each other as they possibly could.

It went on like that for awhile, all rutting noises and just enough pain, Conner then realized they were working out their anger at the other this way and for some reason it seemed normal for them. The oddest thing Conner thought was all the happiness on their faces as they punished each other for cheating, Sam leaving, Dean's dominance, Sam's lack of commitment and other real and imagined problems.

Conner had went to shower again and came back for his clothes, the brothers were both sleeping and looked content, blood drying on their faces, bruises starting on their bodies. Conner finished dressing quietly, he hurt like hell but it was that good hurt people talk about. He got in his car and left.

Sam woke briefly when he heard the car start, he curled up next to Dean and put his head on his chest, "I love you Dee." Dean murmured back, "Love you too Sammy."

Next stop, Stanford.

TBC