Sam sat in the den on the couch, one hand on the remote and a beer in the other. This was usually Dean's gig, but every once in a while Sam was drawn to the mindlessness of just sitting and watching whatever he flipped past. It had been a long week and Sam needed to unwind.
A little while later, Dean ambled into the room, hair ruffled as usual, but not spiked, instead flopped over his forehead. He looked younger like that. "Hey, Sammy." Sam gave him a lazy grin and when Dean went to sit next to him, Sam reached for his hand and pulled Dean down to straddle his lap.
"Hey there, cowboy," Dean chuckled. He curled his arms around the back of Sam's neck and kissed him, grinding his hips in a short small motion. Sam sucked at Dean's bottom lip and nipped at it, kissing him softly when Dean winced at the sting.
Setting his beer on the side table, Sam gripped Dean's hips, thumbs locked over his hipbones. "Fuck, you're sexy." His brother wasn't wearing anything special, a dark gray Henley and sweats, but he looked incredible. Sam rolled his hips, pulling Dean down against him. Dean groaned and tucked his face into Sam's neck, cheeks pinking as arousal flooded his body.
As Dean tried to get closer, his knees and thighs pressing hard against Sam's legs, hips rolling, chest pressed to Sam's, Sam slid his hands back to grab Dean's ass, just as eager. Sam palmed the globes of Dean's ass, cupping him and pulling him tighter against him.
Dean sucked a kiss into the hinge of his jaw and Sam turned to capture his lips. "I want you naked," He whispered against Dean's lips.
"Yeah?" Dean whispered back, biting his lip, suddenly shy. He groaned as Sam rocked up against him, but settled his hands against Sam's chest, pushing him back firmly.
"What is it?" Sam rubbed his hands up Dean's sides, his palms resting in the small of his brother's back. Dean looked away and swallowed thickly, the sound audible to Sam sitting so close. "Dean?" Sam urged.
"I-Sammy –" He took a deep breath, staring down at his lap. "Don't laugh at me, okay?"
Sam stopped breathing for a moment, brow furrowing. "Don't laugh? What am I laughing at?"
"Just don't – okay?" Dean seemed so nervous, refusing to meet Sam's eyes, fingers picking at Sam's shirt.
"Dean, what's going on?"
Dean's eyes flashed up to Sam's before they darted back to his lap. Slowly, nervously, he reached back for Sam's hands and placed them on his hips, plucking at his waistband before looking at the far wall.
What the hell? Sam was lost, but it seemed Dean wanted him to do something with his sweats, so Sam leaned in and kissed Dean's neck, his thumbs lifting Dean's shirt and rubbing soothing circles into the divots above his hipbones. He trailed kisses to Dean's collarbone and slid his hands back, this time sliding under Dean's sweats and curling his hands around his ass cheeks.
Sam froze in place and felt Dean go rigid against him. Where usually Sam found the soft cotton of Dean's boxers, or even nothing under his pants, Sam instead ran across the rough texture of, was that lace, covering Dean's skin. "Dean?"
And then Sam felt it, the shake of Dean's body in his arms, and his brother was pulling away, frantically pushing himself up off Sam's lap. Sam didn't let him get far before he tugged Dean back down, holding him firmly in place. "What are you wearing Dean?" Sam growled, lifting his hips so Dean could feel how hard he was. Sam hadn't even seen what Dean was wearing and already he was aching and leaking at just the thought.
Dean shook in his hold and didn't answer. God, his brother hated feeling vulnerable and Sam had just shoved Dean off a fucking cliff. He held Dean tighter. "Dean, baby, you feel how hard I am for you? Let me see you." Sam whispered the words, afraid to spook Dean any further.
Shaking his head, Dean tried to pull away again, his eyes blank, shuttered against the expected rejection. "Stop it!" Sam gave Dean a slight shake, then whispered, "Show me, Dean. I want to see how amazing you look."
Dean stopped fighting but remained still in Sam's lap, not moving to get up or to undress. Sam fought the urge to roll his eyes. He knew his brother was extremely sensitive about anything that challenged his macho exterior, hated when people assumed he was gay, even now that he was sleeping with Sam. Sam wondered how long Dean had been hiding this secret, how much it had taken for Dean to put them on. Because Sam knew what Dean was wearing – fucking lace panties, and Sam wanted to see.
Sliding his thumbs under the waistband at Dean's back, Sam slid the pants down, easing them down over his ass and then his cock. Even with the sweats unable to go lower, Sam found his breath stolen from his chest at the sight in front of him. His amazing brother was wearing a pair of black lace panties, his skin peeking through the material and his cock sitting comfortably in the front, a little extra fabric built in just for his cock.
Sam thumbed at Dean's sides, awestruck. Dean was wearing men's panties, meaning he'd had to either go into a store and buy them or order them online himself. Holy fuck. Sam raised his eyes ever so slowly up Dean's body and found Dean's face. His brother's eyes were closed, his face pinched in a grimace, still somehow expecting rejection and scorn.
"Dean," Sam said softly. Dean's jaw tensed and Sam watched as a single tear trickled from the corner of Dean's eye. "Sweetheart, you're stunning." He rubbed his hand over Dean's lower back.
"I'm a fucking freak," Dean snarled, eyes suddenly open and glaring at Sam. Sam didn't even flinch, just stared Dean down.
"You're not. You're beautiful. And if you weren't so upset right now I'd be two-seconds from fucking you, just like this, with your pretty panties pulled just under your ass." Sam's hands gripped Dean's hips hard, fingers likely leaving bruises behind.
"You believe the worst of yourself, put yourself down. Look at me Dean! Does it look like I don't want you right now? Does it look like I'm disgusted? Fuck! Why do you do this?" Sam heard the words leave him, not a shout, but harsh and demanding of his brother. As soon as they were out, Sam collapsed back onto the couch, the fight leaving him. He looked at Dean beseeching. "Would you please just trust that I'm telling you the truth? I. Want. You. Panties and all. Fuck, because of the panties right now."
Dean was staring at him wide-eyed, his fingers twined into the fabric of Sam's shirt. "I –" It seemed like Dean might actually start crying. Sam had never seen him like this.
"Let's go to bed," Sam suggested, not knowing what else to do. He couldn't leave Dean alone right now, but they also couldn't stay like this.
Seeming not to have heard him, Dean stared at Sam, a troubled look on his face. "You – like them?" He sounded incredulous. Sam licked his bottom lip, huffing a frustrated breath.
"Yeah, I do." Pushing his luck, Sam went on. "How long have you been into this Dean?" Dean turned bright red again and ducked his head away from Sam's gaze. "Dean."
"Nineteen," he whispered. Sam reeled back, shocked. Just as he was about to ask, Dean kept talking. "Rhonda Hurley made me wear hers. I liked it."
Sam soothed a hand up Dean's tense side. "Okay, I can understand that. Why did you hide it from me?" Dean shot Sam a dark look. "Yeah, okay, I get that too. You're not going to hide from me again, got it?" His tone was uncompromising and Sam made Dean meet his eyes.
His brother swallowed heavily and nodded. Sam nodded back and pulled Dean tight against his chest, swallowing back his own emotion when he felt a tear streak over his neck.
Oh Dean. Sam held Dean tight as he was able, running a hand up and down his back. After a few minutes of silence between them, Sam ventured a bit lower, placing his hand where his pinky grazed the lace, sweeping over the fabric and the skin underneath. Dean shivered and pushed his ass back against Sam's hand, tucking his face into Sam's neck. Sam grinned, hopeful that they might be able to reclaim the passion and excitement that had been building before.
Sam adjusted his hold on Dean and kissed him, claiming his mouth as he moved his hand again, this time using his palm to cup a cheek and letting his fingers trail over Dean's crack through the lace. He stopped when he held one cheek firmly in his hand and squeezed. Dean lapped into Sam's mouth and sucked at his tongue, eager again for Sam's touch.
Sam battled to take Dean's tongue back between his own lips and swept his hand down to grab hold of Dean's other ass cheek. With a firm hold, Sam was able to pull Dean's hips against his own and they both moaned, hot puffs of air shared between them.
Levering himself up, Sam dragged Dean against him, his brother clinging to his body as Sam stood, legs wrapping around Sam's waist and arms around his neck. Dean's mouth never stopped moving against Sam's and trailed down his jaw as Sam navigated the rooms between the den and Dean's bedroom.
The more Dean sucked and nibbled at Sam's skin, the more distracted he became and the bunker suddenly became the world's hardest obstacle course. One tip forward had Dean's ass landing roughly on the map table, Sam ravaging his mouth for a long minute before he hefted Dean up again and kept going. Overbalancing to compensate Dean's weight and Sam staggered in the hallway outside the bedrooms. Dean's back smashed into the wall and the breath was knocked out of him, his legs tightening in a vise around Sam's body.
Sam squeezed at Dean's ass and rolled his hips forward, taking advantage of the position. Dean growled into Sam's mouth. "Bed, Sammy, now."
"Fuck yes." Sam panted and finally, finally got them to Dean's room, dropping them both to the mattress as soon as he had Dean over its edge. He shoved Dean up until his head was near the pillows and then wrenched Dean's legs from around him, pushing them down, so he could drag the sweats from his brother's body.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Sam whispered into the room, absorbing the sight of Dean splayed out for him in his panties, shirt rucked up under his ribs, showing off his stomach and the bulge of his cock through the sheer fabric.
Lifting his gaze, Sam found Dean staring down at him, teeth about chomping into his bottom lip, and it was then Sam noticed his brother's knuckles curled tightly into the comforter. Sam scooted up between Dean's thighs and settled his hands over Dean's, pulling the bunched fabric free and smoothing out Dean's fingers.
"So hot in your panties, Dean." Sam ghosted his hands up Dean's arms and down over his chest until he found the edge of Dean's shirt, nudging Dean to lift up so Sam could tug it free.
Once the Henley was over Dean's head, Sam dropped it to the floor and leaned over Dean, planting his fists on either side of his brother's face. From this angle he could see the flat planes of Dean's chest and stomach flush red under the scrutiny and the ripple of his muscles as Dean tensed and squirmed. Sam stooped down for a slow kiss, teasing Dean's lips open and lapping into his mouth. As always, Dean relaxed into the kiss and Sam gradually pulled away.
Trailing fingers over Dean's ribs, Sam watched as Dean jerked and glared at him. "Dammit Sam!"
Sam pressed his lips together to suppress the laugh fighting to escape. He ducked down and kissed over the ticklish spot, dragging the tip of his tongue over the skin there before moving sideways, tongue trailing hotly over Dean's stomach and just under his navel. Stopping to kiss a wet stripe down Dean's treasure trail, Sam swirled his thumb in soothing circles over Dean's hipbones. His brother settled under the touch and lifted his hips, seeking more of the touch and Sam's mouth.
It took Sam only a few kisses until he met the waistband of Dean's panties, and he couldn't help the groan as his lips crossed lace. "Fuck," Sam groaned again and nuzzled lower, mouthing over the bulge of Dean's cock encased in lace, his tongue poking out to trace the curve of him.
Dean's back arched and he rolled his hips, hands latching onto Sam's shoulders, one sliding up to card through Sam's hair. Sam leered up the length of Dean's body and puffed hot air over Dean's cock, relishing the whimper he earned. "That's it, so hot and pretty for me, Dean. Wearing your panties, just begging me to fuck you. How do you feel, baby, huh?" He licked at Dean through the thin material. "You feel naughty Dean? You want me to fuck you? To take you apart?" Sam soothed his hands up Dean's sides, kissing Dean's cock as it twitched against its confines. "Just like this baby, so sweet in your panties, so desperate for my cock. What do you want, huh Dean?"
Dean whined low in his throat and rolled his hips up toward Sam's mouth, desperate to be touched, for anything. He trembled in Sam's hold, thighs shaking where they were open around Sam, fingers quivering in Sam's hair and on his shoulder. "Please, Sammy."
"I gotcha. Don't worry, Dean. I'll take care of you. Tell me what you want." Sam kissed the bared skin of Dean's lower belly as he situated his thumb over Dean's balls. He massaged the digit in a circle and watched Dean shake harder under him. Lowering his mouth to Dean's groin, Sam sucked devilishly at Dean's cock through the panties as he continued the motion of his thumb. Dean squirmed at the sensations and couldn't seem to help rocking his hips against Sam.
"Sam, Sammy…fuck me!" Dean ordered, shoving his hips at Sam. Sam grinned. Finally. That was his big brother, brash, demanding.
By then, Dean's cock had gotten so hard the panties were struggling to contain him, the lace stretched tight over his skin. Sam gave one more kiss to his cock and then patted Dean's outer thigh. "Turn over."
Dean licked his bottom lip and scrambled to obey, swinging his legs around Sam and turning onto his knees. Sam groaned at the sight and reached out to cup Dean's ass, leaning over his back and pulling Dean against his cock, slowly grinding against his brother. He placed a kiss on the back of Dean's neck, then his shoulder blade, continuing down until he was at the low dip of Dean's spine.
Sam could hear Dean's breathy pants, heard them hitch as Sam curled his fingers under Dean's waistband, heard them stop all together when he tugged the fabric down over his brother's ass, leaving his cock and balls covered. Only when Sam again kissed Dean's back did Dean suck in another breath.
Sam pointed his tongue and dragged it down the center of Dean's back, not stopping at the top of his crack, headed right for Dean's hole. Dean jerked in Sam's hold, a nervous, "Sam," coming from him in warning. Dean still wasn't fully comfortable with the idea of rimming, of having Sam's face or mouth near that intimate part of him, especially when he hadn't been able to clean and prep down there ahead of time.
Sam didn't care, honestly, would gladly eat Dean out right now, but he knew his brother would be uncomfortable with it and Sam still wanted to fuck Dean in his panties. He would have to save that for later. Instead, he kissed the globe of Dean's ass and parted the cheeks with his hands.
Dean's hole winked out at him, pink and furled, fluttering as if to invite Sam in. "Fuck," he growled, thumbing over it. Dean pushed back against him.
"Grab the lube Dean." There was a rustle out of Sam's view and then the bottle was shoved back in Sam's face.
"Fuck, here, let's go Sam!" Sam grinned. Dean moved fast when he wanted something.
Popping the cap, Sam squeezed lube over his fingers and tossed it back on the bed. He brought his middle finger to Dean's hole and massaged over the tight rim. When Dean pushed back, Sam finally pressed inside, letting Dean's ass suck him in to the webbing. Sam gently pulsed his finger in and out of Dean's hole, curling it and tugging at the rim to open him up. Feeling no more resistance, Sam pressed in a second finger and Dean's back arched at the sensation.
"Yeah, more," he rasped, arms not entirely stable as they supported his weight. Sam soothed a hand up Dean's back and pressed at the back of his neck, urging Dean to drop down.
It was a position Dean was strangely fond of and he willingly dropped, shoulders digging into the mattress, his arms finally free. As Sam pressed a third finger inside, Dean groaned and curled one hand into the comforter, the other lifting to cup his cock.
As long as Dean kept the panties in place, Sam was fine with Dean rubbing at himself. Sam curled his three fingers. Dean squeaked at the pressure on his prostate and pushed back, trying to take Sam deeper. "Sammy, now."
Sam spread his fingers one more time and pulled free, blowing out a breath as Dean's hole flared at him before slowly tightening back up. He knew Dean hated being empty like that, wanted to be filled the entire time after they started something until he came. He noticed Dean's fingers tighten in the fabric, but held himself back from begging.
Sam squirted more lube onto his fingers and smeared it over his cock. When he was properly slicked, he aligned himself with Dean's hole and held himself there, teasing his brother with just the head sliding over his hole. Dean whined, snarling when Sam still remained just outside where Dean wanted him most.
"What?" Sam asked innocently, fighting a smirk when Dean bucked back. Parting Dean's cheeks with one hand and guiding himself with the other, Sam finally pushed his cock past the tight ring of Dean's muscles and kept pushing until his hips were flush with Dean's ass.
Dean sighed as he was filled and Sam held still, letting him adjust. "Good baby? Like my cock deep inside you?" Sam punched his hips forward and Dean howled.
Sam pulled back slowly and again thrust his hips forward, hard. Dean's back arched and it was obvious he was palming his cock, arm moving rhythmically out to the side. Sam kept up the thrusts, slow slide out and quick glide in until Dean was mumbling and grunting with every movement of Sam's hips. "That's it, Dean, take my cock. You love having a cock buried in your hole, don't you, fucking can't get enough."
Moving his hands to grip Dean around the waist, Sam tugged Dean back against him on the next thrust and then he ground himself inside, pulling up on Dean's torso until his brother was vertical. Sam guided Dean's back against his chest until he was perched over Sam's lap, head lolling on Sam's shoulder.
Sam thrust up and Dean trembled against him, one hand still palming his cock, squeezing and rubbing to heighten his pleasure. Another grind of his hips and Sam could tell he'd hit Dean's prostate, moans changing in pitch, more of a growl as Dean bucked down on him.
Holding Dean up with one hand, Sam wound his other arm around Dean's frame and cupped his hand over Dean's, squeezing and massaging his erection. The lace was slightly rough, scratchy against his fingers and Sam could only imagine how that must feel on Dean's cock. As Sam pounded his hips up in a steady motion, Dean rocking down to meet him, he worked his fingers harder against Dean's hard on, rolling his balls as best he could through the material, and rubbing his perineum with two of his fingers at the same time.
Dean was on overload, his groans catching in his throat, eyes fluttering, hole clenching around Sam's cock. Sam couldn't get enough, couldn't wait to see Dean explode. All the heightened emotions from before, the pleasure – the orgasm would hit him hard.
"Fuck Dean, so tight around my cock, so hot and desperate to have me inside you. You gonna come soon?" Sam angled his next thrust to drive hard into Dean's prostate. Dean whimpered, mouth open, head lax on Sam's shoulder. "Wanna see you come, baby, right in your pretty panties. Gonna cream yourself for me, make a mess, all for me."
Dean sobbed, at the words, at the next hard thrust of Sam's hips, he didn't know. But once he started, he couldn't seem to stop. Sam pounded his hips up into Dean, chasing his own orgasm at that point, and every thrust forced a sobbed moan from Dean's lips. His brother was clinging to the edge, just barely hanging on.
Sam rubbed hard at Dean's cock on his next thrust and felt Dean go rigid in his arms, hips grinding down onto Sam. He shook in Sam's arms, cock twitching and spurting come into his panties, leaking through the lace and over Sam's fingers. Sam didn't stop the motion of his hands, his hips still moving in short thrusts.
Sam peered down the length of Dean's body, captured by the sight of Dean's come smearing over his cock through the lace. The clench of Dean's hole around his cock and the sound of his whine as Sam rubbed again over his dick sent him over the edge, spilling into Dean in hot bursts.
He turned his face into Dean's neck and kissed the skin wetly, groaning and working himself through the last of his orgasm. They both sagged when Sam's hips stilled and Sam wrapped his arms around Dean's middle in an effort to hold them both up.
For a long minute, neither of them moved and then Sam became aware of the tension in his leg muscles and how desperately he needed to move. Gingerly, he lifted Dean off his cock, come leaking down his brother's thighs, and helped him lay flat on the bed. Limbs tingling, Sam stretched out and pulled Dean against his body, wet lace sliding against his lower stomach.
Dean scrunched his face in discomfort and Sam chuckled lightly. He leaned in and kissed Dean softly, sucking at his bottom lip. "That was hot," he whispered into Dean's mouth. His brother's cheeks turned red, but he didn't argue. "Don't ever hide from me Dean, not again."
Dean swallowed thickly and nodded, nuzzling under Sam's chin. "When did you learn to talk so dirty?"
Sam outright laughed at that and held his brother tighter. "Dunno. I've let little bits slip before. Guess you in your pretty panties brought it all out of me though."
"S' hot," Dean murmured, and Sam could tell he was about to fall asleep.
"Glad you enjoyed yourself. Go to sleep, Dean. I'll clean you up."
"M' gross. S' all sticky an' wet."
Sam heard the pout in Dean's voice, pictured the scrunch of his brow, and smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. His brother's breaths evened out.
After a few minutes of holding Dean while he slept, Sam finally made himself move, climbing out of the bed and going to get a wet washcloth from the bathroom. When he returned, Dean was still curled on his side.
Sam gently plucked at the waistband of the panties, wound tightly around Dean's thighs just under his ass and over his cock. Lifting it away from Dean's skin, Sam pulled it free from Dean's now soft cock and then slid them down his legs, come streaking over the skin as he went.
Sam winced, but knew his brother was exhausted enough that he wouldn't wake up. Taking the washcloth, Sam stroked over Dean's skin, wiping up the come turning crusty in Dean's pubes and down between his ass cheeks, cleaning Dean's legs of the come left behind by the panties.
Holding the cloth in one hand, Sam gathered up the come-soaked panties. He didn't know if they were salvageable, but Dean had looked so perfect in them, he had to try. Sam went to the bathroom and filled the sink, leaving the lace in the warm water to soak.
In minutes he was back in Dean's room where he found Dean still curled on his side, but with his brow tense and goose bumps rising on his skin. Sam smiled softly and tugged the comforter and sheets from under Dean's body, covering them both as he climbed in and pulled Dean against him. Dean's brow smoothed within seconds of being held and Sam decided he would keep that secret to himself. Dean never had to know how much he needed Sam, even in sleep.
As Sam laid back, he thought of all the different kinds of panties he could get Dean into, what colors would look best against his skin, what cuts would frame his cock best, his ass, what cuts would leave his ass completely open for Sam's easy access. Sam's tongue darted out over his bottom lip. He would need to do some research in the morning.