Three weeks, 2 gigs, 4 motel rooms and way too many cities and states to count found Sam and Dean ready for yet another case. Also too many to count were the kisses and the road side stops for a quicky. It wasn't that they were completely insatiable, just according to Dean, Sam was a tease. Thing was Sam couldn't find it in him to disagree with the statement either.

Since the night Sam found him with the whore and they had gotten together, Sam had acted like he always had. However with the fact that Dean now knew he could touch and kiss and do anything he wanted, almost everything Sam did turned him on.

Tonight though Sam was going to turn the purposely teasing up to the max though.

"I can't wait to just, sleep in tomorrow," Dean said, dropping his bags on the floor and sitting heavily on the bed and starting to take his boots off.

"Tell me about it," Sam replied setting his laptop case on the table and his bag on the floor with Dean's.

"You know you're making me break hearts," Dean said, standing up after he tossed his foot wear away.

"What are you talking about," He asked, tilting his head and toeing off his own shoes.

"The woman that checked us in,"

"How did I make you break her heart?"

Dean chuckled and moved over to Sam, pressing his hands on Sam's hips and pulling him tight against him.

"Because she was flirting with me from the second from the moment I got in there," Dean's lips pressed against Sam's lightly.

"And what happened then?"

"Well I told her I wanted a king and she asked if I would be alone tonight,"

"Hmm," Sam chuckled a little, wrapping his arms around Dean's neck.

"And I told her, sorry but my little bitch will be joining me," Dean smirked.

"You ass," Sam smacked the back of his head.

"No I told her that I wouldn't and her face fell hard when she looked out and saw you,"

"Well I'm sorry that I made you mine,"

"I think it was the other way around actually," Dean smirked more and leaned his head up and kissed him.

Sam just mumbled against his lips and allowed Dean to kiss him, their tongues rubbing in sync together.

"Hate to tell you De, you stink," Sam mumbled, pulling apart.

"Well thank you, I was the one doing most of the work digging that grave princess," Dean fake glared at him.

"Only because I was the one being bait for that psycho spirit, that you are just lucky I was faster than,"

"Sure sure, fine I'll go take a fucking shower," Dean grumbled and grabbed his pajama pants and a new pair of boxers out of his bag.

"I'll be here," Sam smiled.

Dean just rolled his eyes and headed into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door behind him. Sam waited till he could hear Dean's singing from the shower before sneaking in and snatching the clothes off the toilet. Moving back out he tossed them on the bag they came out of and slipped his own shirt off. Putting that on his bag, he opened it and dug around for a second. Pulling the lube out, he slipped it under a pillow and pulled his socks off. Slipping a pair of hand cuffs out of his bag as well he put them in his back pocket. He also moved a chair from the small table to the end of the bed, positioning it to face the bed.

Soon enough he heard the water shut off and the curtain come open. He heard Dean let out a soft question, then the sound of the towel being taken off the rack.

"Hey Sammy what did you do with my clothes?" Dean asked, stepping out of the room and nearly ran into Sam.

Sam just smirked lightly and wrapped his arms around Dean's waist, pulling their mouths together, kissing him roughly. Dean let out a small hum of appreciation and started kissing him back, wrapping his warm hands into Sam's hair. Leading him away from the doorway and over, shocking Dean a little when his ass met the hardness of the chair. Moving over him, Sam straddled his hips, kissing him more. The hands that were in Sam's hair, let go and ran over Sam's jean covered thighs.

Dean wasn't aware that his hands had been moved until he heard the clink of the metal closing.

"Sam what are you doing?" Dean asked, pulling his mouth away from Sam's.

Sam smirked as he flicked his tongue against Dean's lips and standing up heading over to his bag. When he bent over, he could hear Dean let out a small moan at the sight.

"Sammy, answer me,"

"Nah," He said, standing up with some silk rope in his hands.

"Sammy?" Dean asked.

"I'll take good care of you big brother, just wait," He said, sauntering back over and getting on his knee's between Dean's legs.

Spreading them, the towel making a small dip between the spread limbs, Sam leaned in and kissed his chest. Dean realized the ploy when his legs were tied apart on the chair legs.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Dean asked as Sam pulled his towel off, revealing his hard on.

"No just to tease you, maybe till you come even before I ever touch you," Sam said, letting out a hot breath against Dean's cock.

"Sammy," Dean gasped, trying to push his hips up.

"Uh huh, I don't think so, think of it all hard for me and I haven't even begun,"

Dean looked at him questioningly as he stood up and stripped out of his pants and boxers. At the sight of Sam's cock, Dean licked his lips as Sam reached down and stroked it a few times.

"Sammy," Dean's voice was barely a husky whisper.

Another smirk graced Sam features as he got on the bed and stretched his back, marveling in the smooth pops his back made. Adjusting the pillows so he could see Dean better, he stroked himself a few times again, making the older Winchester moan.

"Like that De?" Sam's thumb rubbed around the tip.

"Fuck Sammy," Dean near whined.

"We might get to that eventually, that is if you can't keep yourself from coming that long," Sam said, licking his bottom lip gently.

Dean opened his mouth to say something else, when Sam's hand moved and pulled out the bottle of lube.

"I told you I might do it later and I'm keeping that promise, well I guess it was more of a threat really wasn't it?" Sam smirked.

"Sammy, you are go going to pay for this," Dean said, his pupils wide.

"Oh I am?" He asked, popping the top on the lube.

"Yes, you are,"

"Bring it,"

Dribbling a small stream on the liquid on a few of his fingers, he closed the lid and tossed it on the bed. Dean's eyes followed the movement of Sam's fingers as he slipped them between his legs and behind his balls. Running his finger around his opening a few times, brought a small sighing moan out.

"Mmm Dean, wish you could be doing this?" Sam asked, his eyes locked on Dean's face.

"You know I do you fucking tease," Dean panted lightly as Sam's digit slipped in a little.

"Oh I know, I just like hearing it," Sam's smirk widened.

"You are so gonna pay," Dean said again, yet it didn't sound very threatening from the moan that cut it at the end.

"Oooh Dean," Sam moaned, biting into his bottom lip gently as he slipped the finger in further.

"Sammy," Dean gasped out, trying to move, with out much luck.

"Fuck yea, big brother," Sam moaned more, slipping another finger in him.

Dean couldn't form words momentarily as his cock gave a jolt at the sight of Sam fingering himself. Sam spread his legs a bit wider as he started adding a third finger and wrapping his hand around the head of his cock.

"Sammy," The words were barely a whisper.

"Yes Dean?" Sam asked.

"You know what?"

"Beg," Was the command, leaving Dean to gasp again.

"Never,"

Sam smirked and pushed the fingers in deeper, stroking him self fully a few times. "Then I guess you get to sit there and watch me come instead of feeling it,"

"You wouldn't,"

"Watch me," Sam's eyes took on a bit of a dangerous glint as he started stroking himself more.

"Sammy," Dean moaned.

"You know the conditions,"

Dean growled and licked his lips, watching Sam's fingers and the hold on his cock.

"Just do it and I'll ride you," Sam moaned.

"No,"

"Then you just get to watch,"

"Fine,"

"Fine what?" Sam said, lifting his head a little to look at Dean.

"Please," The words were soft and barely there.

"I'm sorry, didn't hear that,"

"I said, please," Dean growled.

"Please what?"

"Sammy,"

Sam smirked and caught some of his pre-come with his thumb and brought it to his mouth and sucked it off.

"God damn it Sammy,"

"Hmmm,"

"Please, please get over here and fuck me,"

"You can do better than that,"

"Fuck Sammy, please pretty please with a fucking cherry on top I need to be in you," Dean growled more.

"That's better," Sam smiled and pulled his fingers out.

Standing up, he grabbed the towel Dean had been using and cleaned his fingers off and grabbed the lube.

"Now what that so bad to beg for something you want?" Sam said, pouring some lube into the palm of his hand.

"Yes, you .." The name that he was going to call him was cut off as Sam rubbed the liquid over his cock.

Moving himself back over Dean, he rubbed Dean's cock between his cheeks a few times before positioning him against his hole.

"Are you sure you want me De?" Sam asked, teasingly.

"Baby boy, please," Dean moaned.

Pressing their lips together roughly, Sam slid down Dean's cock until he was fully in him.

"Fuck," Sam gasped against Dean's lips.

"Ride me Sammy," Dean commanded, kissing Sam again.

Sam's hips started in slow circles as he wrapped his arms around Dean's neck, their lips not leaving the others. Moans leaked out a few times as Sam started moving faster over Dean, now more bouncing on his cock.

"Oh Sammy, fuck yea baby boy," Dean moaned, his head tilted back.

Sam's lips found the side of Dean's neck, sucking as gently as he could.

"Do you want to feel me come, De?" Sam gasped in Dean's ear.

"Fuck yes," Dean moaned.

One of Sam's hands moved off Dean's neck and wrapped around his own length, pumping it hard. As he shifted his hips, Dean's cock pressed over his prostate, causing Sam's moans to double.

"Yea baby, I'm going to cum just for you," Sam gasped, moaning against Dean's neck.

"Then cum for me," Dean moaned.

With a stuttering gasp, Sam came hard between them, covering Dean's chest and his own hand. Still rocking on Dean's throbbing cock, the older Winchester moaned loudly as Sam's muscles pulsed around him.

"Oh Baby boy," Dean moaned and came a few moments later.

Sam's lips found Dean's again as he kissed him slowly, letting their tongues just barely play with each other.

"Are you going to let me out of this trap or are you planning on keeping me here all night?" Dean asked, against Sam's lips.

"Well as much as I'm loving you like this, I think I'll let you go," Sam smiles and pulls off of Dean.

Grabbing the towel again, he cleans himself up quickly and does the same with Dean. Letting the ropes go first, he tosses them near his bag and grabs the key for the handcuffs out of the pocket. Getting those off he picks up the lube and puts all three items on the nightstand as Dean rubbed his wrists lightly. Standing up, Dean moved over to the bed and pulled the blankets down and slipped into the slightly cool sheets.

"Well are you going to join me or just stand there all night?" Dean smirked up at Sam.

Sam smiled and crawled into the bed and was immediately pulled close by Dean, their lips meeting again.

"And don't think I'm not going to get you back for this," Dean mumbled.

"I'll be waiting," Sam said, kissing him again.

~*~*~*~Authors Note~*~*~*~

Well this was just going to be a one- shot, but I had this idea and I think I might write Deans revenge to this little plot Mwa haha

I don't own supernatural, but I kinda really wish I did