Chapter 3- the decision

AN: Sorry- I've skipped a couple of episodes/series. This all happens after "Houses of the holy" in season 2. Also includes the vibro-bed. Couldn't help it! (And I know all of my chapters are short! Can we just get over it! They do say, good things come in small packages!- well, apart from this bit.)

Sam

That's it. I've got to tell him. It's driving me mad just seeing him everyday and its getting harder and harder not to make a move. I wonder what his reaction will be?...

Dean

I'll tell him today. Ever since I saw him coming out of the shower the other day, I've been thinking about him a load more.

Sam

Ever since he saw me coming out of the shower, I've been going back over it, and… changing it. Usually, I imagine when he sees me; he starts to walk over, and pauses. He says something- I just can't hear him. I walk towards him, but my towel gets caught on the table. I don't realise, and it slides off. As I walk towards him, my cock goes hard and starts to throb. He looks towards me, and… sees me. A grin pulls at the side of his mouth, but he tries to hide it. But he doesn't hide the large bulge at his crotch. I try to say that I want him. But it doesn't come out.

Dean

It's been ages since we talked. Properly. I mean, we've said a few words to each other, but I've spent most of the time in our room on my own while Sam has been missing. But when we're travelling, it's Sam that talks in his sleep. I know he wouldn't, but I keep thinking he's dreaming about me. He says my name a lot of the time. I try not to pay any attention, but once, he said "Dean, stop it! Ohh, alright, once more." I couldn't help it. I pulled the car over, and sat there; hand on my leg, as my jeans had already started to bulge.

I tried to reach over, but couldn't get myself to do it. So I just sat there, my arm hanging round the side of my chair.

Sam

I've been having the same dream again. The same one that I've been having. About finding Dean on stage… but it's been getting more vivid. Sometimes, I actually think I can feel his breath on me, his weight pressing onto me.

Oh can't stand this any longer. I need to do something. I need to tell him. And no matter what happens, it'll make me feel better with it out in the open.

In the dark of night, the two men, both with a burning desire, neither knowing about how the other felt, met.

The rain was trickling down as Sam ran in from the cold, soaking wet. Dean was sat on his bed, the slight purr of the vibrating bed being drowned out by rain pounding on the windows.

"We've got to talk" Sam said, trying not to sound stupid. "Now".

"Yeah we do." Dean replied, standing up and stopping the bed vibrating. Walking over, the sound of Dean's footsteps echoed, despite the fact that he wasn't wearing anything on his feet. And as Sam tried to catch his breath, he wondered what Dean needed to say.

Dean took a breath, his dark grey T-shirt, ragged at the edges and with a rip stretching across his stomach from a recent battle, strained against his muscular frame, the tear stretching, revealing more of his taught stomach. His jeans were stained with blood, as if he had just finished a battle, and the fact that he was using the vibro - bed showed that he was tense.

Releasing his breath in a fast rush, Sam had never looked so childish. It was probably this that made Dean attracted to him in the first place. He was always going for innocents, and Sam was no different. All through their life, even when young, it was Dean that had to keep an eye on Sam. Bathing him, feeding him, changing him. But know, it was different.

"Well, are you going to speak or should I?" Sam said, pulling off his soaking coat, throwing it down on the floor.

"Well first, before we talk, it looks like you need to have a shower."

"Good idea. We'll talk in a minute."

As Sam went towards the bathroom, Dean realised that sending him off to the shower was torture. He only had to think 'Sam's in the shower', and images came into his head. Sam naked. Sam wet. Sam being massaged by Dean in the shower. Them lying on the bed, clothes everywhere, thrown across the room. Every time he thought that, it was torture.

"Actually Sam" Dean whispered, almost inaudible, but still making Sam turn round, "What I have to say can't wait."

"Well what ever it is, we can deal with it. It looks like you've been 'dealing' with things recently anyway."

Sad naïve Sam. Immediately thinking that it was some apocalyptical terror that was going to wipe out the earth. Doesn't even think it's something else. Well, what Dean had to say would change both their lives.

"I… It's not about hunting."

Sam's face immediately changed. Almost as if he could read Dean's mind and knew what it was about.

"Ok. Here it goes. I…" But Dean was unable to continue his sentence, as Sam's mouth was already pressed against his.

"… Love you." Dean whispered as Sam drew back, withdrawing to the other side of the room as quick as he could. "What was that?" Dean whistled, hardly unable to grasp what had just happened.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. But I've been having these feelings toward you Dean, and…"

But once again, another sentence with stifled with lips. But this time, it was Deans on Sam's, and neither was holding back.

As Sam wrapped his arms around Dean's neck, Dean parted his lips, and slid his wet tongue hungrily into Sam's, with Sam's tongue meeting it in the middle.

The hunger that consumed the both of them was total. They were unaware of the rain pounding outside, the lights flickering as thunder knocked the electric out of sync, and the fact that they were falling backwards to the floor. The shock of Sam's butt hitting the floor only shocked them for a second. After that, they resumed their passions, until Dean pulled away, slipping his hand down Sam's shirt, undoing each button which was torture for Sam. After about three buttons, Sam stopped sitting still, letting Dean get on with things, and grabbed Dean's, pulling up quickly,Dean still undoing Sam's. Sam pulled the fabric up over a head, and already his was on the other side of the room, draped over the lamp.

When Sam had finished, they sat there, Sam on bottom, legs hooked under Dean's, and just the little body contact there was, was enough to drive them both insane for the other. There was complete silence, apart from the hiss of their breath and the silent pounding of water on the window. Sam was already drenched in sweat, a bead stuck in between his pecks.

Dean was eager eyed, pulled Sam's legs out from underneath him, thumping him to the floor and dropping himself to his knees, leaning over the most beautiful body he had seen. His moth stretched into a cheeky grin as he lowered himself down, stretching out his tongue. Gliding it over the already damp skin sent shivers down Sam's spine, the sweat cooling on his body, but the feel of Dean's tongue on his skin making him hotter than he had ever been.

"Dean, Dean Wait" Sam breathed, pulling his brother's head away from his body. "Not here."

Immediately, Dean pulled Sam up onto the bead they had been leaning against. And with the same swift movement, slid back down to his original stance, taking one of Sam's already painfully erect nipples in his mouth, sucking so that it became red and raw. Despite the pain, it felt so right.

Taking his mouth of Sam's nipple, which made Sam let out an exasperated sigh, wanting more, Dean put a leg on either side of Sam, straddling his moist body. The Cheeky smile came back on Dean's face, as he lowered down to the lips that had set all this off, planting his own across them.

Sam could taste the saltiness of his own sweat on Deans lips. He pulled away, kissing down the side of Dean's neck, reaching his shoulders, arching over to his firm chest. All the time smothering each inch of flesh with kisses, just light enough to drive Dean crazy, but hard enough to have impact. When he reached Deans navel, his moist tongue slid out, and travelled back up to deans face, their lips meeting again for a short peck as Sam went back down Dean's body and met the barrier that was Dean's belt.

He pulled back, slowly reach up, running his hands over the swollen denim, slowly stroking Dean's quivering member through the taught fabric.

"Oh, don't tease me" Dean breathed, already breathless. Sam had never seen Dean like this, and it drove him mad. Reaching down, Sam found his own belt clasp, and with one hand still on Dean, slid his belt off, the leather grazing the skin below him, making it tremble.

Undoing his jeans button, he realised how hard he was, and could feel Den underneath him, searching for the pleasure they had both waited for.

Pulling his jeans off, his penis slid out of the side of his boxers, and the cold air excited him. But the sight in front of him made him harder than he ever thought was possible. Slipping his hands down the sides of his boxers, he pushed them down his legs, kicking them onto the floor, and slowly crawling up Dean's body, a sly smile on his face.

"Close your eyes" Sam said slyly, sliding his fingers over Dan's eyelids. Crawling down his body, he undid Dean's belt, unclipping the button. As usual, dean wasn't wearing boxers, so his cock gently slid out, hanging over his jeans. The air was making it harder, and as it slowly stood up, Dean's face split into a grin. This cheeky grin made sam even more determined, and he lowered his head down to Dean's shaft, taking it all in. As Sam's head rose and fell, Dean's breath became faster, rising into a scream, which was muffled by Sam's hand.

In between gasps, Dean reached up, peeling Sam's hand away from his mouth, and pulling Sam back up to meet his mouth.

As Sam slid off Dean's lips, the link between them was tightened, and a partnership that would last a lifetime was created. Sam snuggled into Dean's side, head on his shoulder and hand slowly stroking Dean's chest.

Sam

I could have led there all night. Time stopped for me, and I realised that this would be in my mind forever. If I hadn't tried what I tried it would have been painful, and it wouldn't be the same.

Dean

I never realise that it could be that good.