This chapter briefly refers to an email from Gail. As I'm technologically retarded, I didn't know how to link that to my previous story that explains it. It's called You've Got Mail, and you'll find it on The Sam/Dean Slash Archive (if you wish to read it). We now return you to our regularly scheduled program…

Sam wakes when he feels a leg wrap around his own, and smiles as he realises whose it is and remembers what happened last night. He slowly opens his eyes and looks down at Dean, half-draped over him. Taking advantage of the quiet, as well as Dean's warm body, for a few minutes, Sam thinks about how fast things have come along between the two of them in the past two days. He couldn't be happier, himself, but he is also scared that Dean will wake up one day – maybe today – with guilt and regret, and try to explain it away or ignore it completely. Well, I just won't let him get away with it, he thinks. I can be just as stubborn, big brother.

Sam gently runs his fingers through Dean's hair, waking him up slowly, and kisses him when Dean lifts his head.

"Didn't know you were a snuggler, Dean."

"Shut up and take advantage," Dean answers in his deep, sleepy voice, dropping his head back onto Sam's chest.

Sam smiles. A moment later, Sam asks, "Are you okay with what happened last night?"

Dean lifts his head again to look at Sam, his eyes still only half open. "Am I okay with sucking your cock and making you explode like a firecracker?" At Sam's slightly embarrassed smile, he adds, "Yeah, Sam, I'm good. Better than. Are you okay with it?"

Sam's smile widens. "Oh yeah," he answers, emphatically.

"Good," Dean says with a lazy smile, laying his head back on Sam's chest.

Sam has an idea. An idea that sprung from the email Gail sent him two days ago. The email that brought everything out in the open for him and Dean.

While Dean is out getting breakfast, Sam sits on the bed with his duffel. He digs around for his notebook, opens it, and starts making some notes.

Ten minutes later, Dean walks in, carrying bagels and coffee. He looks over to Sam. "What are you doing?"

Sam looks up. "Nothing."

Dean raises his eyebrows. "Well, that's clearly code for I'm-doing-something-but-I-don't-want-you-to-know."

Sam smirks. "I'll show you later."

"Show me now."

Sam chuckles. "Later."

Dean walks in between the beds and places Sam's breakfast on the bedside table. "Now."

"No, and thanks."

When Dean stops and gives him a look that says 'are you gonna give it to me, or do I have to take it from you?', Sam sighs. "Sit down," he says, resigned, pointing to Dean's bed, three feet away. Dean sits. "It's not related to the job, it's just something I thought of this morning." When Dean just raises his eyebrows again, Sam continues. "It's stupid, really. I wasn't even sure I was gonna show it to you."

"Sam…"

Sam pauses for a moment. "I was thinking of the email from Gail, and the questions. So, I started thinking of some other questions I'd like you to answer, and I started to write them down. Lame, I know."

Dean looks down at the notebook. "And those are the questions?"

"Well, yeah, but I'm not finished." Sam waits for Dean's laugh, or 'you're such a girl' remark, but all he sees in Dean's expression is interest.

"Okay, how about you finish your questions, and I'll write some down for you?"

"You want to?"

Dean shrugs. "Yeah, it'll be fun. I'm sure I can think of some questions I'd like you to answer. Besides, I found out yesterday that writing those things down can be a good thing." He gives Sam a cheeky grin, which is returned with a shy one.

"Okay."

"I need some of that paper, and an extra pen."

Sam rips out three pages from the notebook. "Use the pen in the journal."

Dean walks over to his duffel, and snags the pen from the inside of the journal. Sitting down at the table with breakfast, he asks, "How many questions?"

"Well, I've got…five so far. How about six?"

"Okay." Dean lowers his head to the task.

Sam covertly watches Dean for a minute, and knows from his first smirk that he's in for some interesting questions.

Ten minutes later, Sam says, "I've got mine, when you're ready."

"Just got one more to…a-ha!" Dean writes the last question. "Nearly…okay, done." Dean gets up, sits on his bed, and then swings his legs around to the other side, sitting opposite Sam.

"Okay," Sam says, "now we've got to answer these questions as honestly as you did the other day." He waits for Dean's nod before he hands his questions to him.

Dean hands his questions over and they immediately start reading.

After the laughter, snickering, and 'oh God's, Dean takes up his place again at the table and they get to it.

"Sammy, you've got a one-track mind," Dean says with a chuckle.

"That's the pot calling the kettle black," Sam answers, reading Dean's questions.

"Don't get me wrong, I like it," Dean says, emphasising the word 'like'. "Seems like we're thinking along the same lines, too."

Ten minutes later, Dean looks up at Sam. "Done."

Sam looks up. "Nearly."

Dean can see Sam looks a little flushed. "Are you as hard as I am?" Dean asks, amused.

Sam chuckles and looks up. "Probably."

"This is a good idea of yours, Sammy."

"I'm beginning to think so, too," he replies, still smiling. He looks back down and finishes answering the last question. A minute later: "Okay."

Dean walks over his bed and drops down on the other side, and they exchange pieces of paper. Dean then sits back against the headboard and they read.

Sam's questions for Dean

How long have you wanted me, sexually?

Since you were 16. The only thing worse than wanting to fuck your brother is wanting to fuck your 16 year old brother. I felt like the biggest fuckin' perv. In those 2 years before you left for Stanford, I was jacking off in the shower at least once a day because of you and your gorgeous face and body.

Have you been with any other men?

Yes and no. I've given and received a couple of hand jobs and one blowjob, but not sex. I couldn't, and wouldn't, go there with anyone but you, and I didn't think THAT was ever gonna happen.

Tell me one of your deepest fantasies…and I'll see if I can make it come true.

I have a few, Sammy. I'll give you one, here, and maybe I'll tell you the others…or maybe you'll find them out for yourself before I get the chance.

This is something I saw in a porno flick (don't laugh!), but it was a man doing it to a woman. I haven't done this before. The woman was on her hands and knees and the man spread her ass cheeks and started licking from her pussy to her asshole. It looked so hot. Just the thought of you licking me from my balls to my ass…it's just naughty. But if you're uncomfortable with it, tell me, and we'll go to number 2 on the list.

Have you regretted anything we've done so far?

God, no! Absolutely not. The only thing I regret, so far, is that I haven't bent you over this table and fucked you yet. I'm going to the Special Hell.

Tell me one thing I do that gets you hot and hard.

I know that we're both still new to this but…I like it when you take control and make the first move. I know, I like to be the one in control, normally, but when you let me know that you can't wait any longer to have your mouth and hands on me, that gives me such a rush of power and lust.

If you could choose any place/room/location to fuck me, where would it be?

On the hood of the Impala. Damn, that's a hot image.

Dean's questions for Sam

If we had to role-play a sexual situation, what would you choose?

eg. teacher/student; doctor/nurse; cop/witness etc.

Well, it isn't really my thing but if I had to choose, I'd say male nurse/patient. I've had that daydream more than once, and always after you've patched me up after a hunt. You were the male nurse.

Is there anything sexual that you don't like or don't feel comfortable with?

I've never been real comfortable with being tied up. Maybe it's a trust thing. But I trust you completely, so I'd be willing to try it with you...only if you're into that.

Have you done anything sexual with any other man?

Only once, and it wasn't sex. It was only kissing and a mutual hand job. It was before I met Jess. Not-so-coincidentally, the guy had certain qualities that were similar to yours, like hair, height, a party attitude, and he played college baseball, so he was built like you.

What's your idea of the sexiest place to make love to you?

You'll probably like this one: on the hood of the Impala. Maybe it's the thought of coming all over that shiny paintwork that you lovingly wash.

Do you have a secret kink?

Apart from you? No, I don't think so. That probably means, though, that you'll go looking for one. Come to think of it, that doesn't sound too bad.

Tell me how I could make you come without either one of us touching your cock. Something other than sex. Show me how creative you are, little brother.

It might involve you rubbing yourself off against my leg (fully clothed) while you're talking dirty to me. Now I mention it, maybe I should have put 'dirty talk' in the kink question.

Dean lifts his head and looks sidelong at Sam, sitting against the headboard – like Dean – with his knees bent and his hands holding the paper in between his knees.

Sam is clearly breathing heavier, and turns to Dean as he feels his older brother's eyes on him.

Dean can see two conflicting emotions on Sam's face: shyness and lust. Looking back at the paper in his hand and then back to Sam, he unconsciously mirrors Sam's emotions. "Damn, Sammy," Dean says softly, and Sam isn't the only one who needs to take a few calming breaths.

Sam looks down and smiles. "Yeah," he responds simply.

Still looking at him, Dean lets Sam hear a touch of amusement in his voice. "The Impala? Really?"

Sam's smile grows wider as he looks over to Dean. "Yeah. You too."

Dean makes a move and sits on the edge of Sam's bed, but not yet touching. "Well, yeah, but you must've expected it from me. You surprised me there, little brother. And that's not the only thing you surprised me with." Dean reaches out to touch Sam's leg but Sam stops him.

"Dean, stop." Dean stops his hand and drops it back to his leg, his smile fading. Sam continues, not wanting Dean to misunderstand. "As stupid as it sounds, I think if you touch me right now, it'll be like touching a flame to a fuse."

Dean smiles again, relieved to know that the reason he was told to stop is that Sam wants him too much. Changing the smile to a smirk, he answers softly, "Burn, baby, burn."

Sam chuckles and shakes his head. "This is really weird, Dean. Do you feel it?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I do. It's like…we have this really vivid awareness of each other at the moment. Not to mention that we're both incredibly turned on."

"Yeah." Sam laughs as he admonishes himself. "This is stupid."

Dean just looks at Sam for another moment. "Sam," he says finally, "I'm going to have a shower, see if it helps." Without waiting for Sam's response, he gets up and walks into the bathroom, pulling off his shoes and over-shirt on the way. He disappears from view but leaves the door slightly ajar.

Sam hears the water running a few seconds later and gets up to pace the length of the room, from front door to back window. He's breathing like he just ran around the block. It takes him a whole two minutes more to say 'fuck it' before he starts stripping. Naked, he walks into the bathroom and sees Dean's silhouette behind the shower curtain. Sam steps over Dean's discarded clothes, and into the bath at the far end, where the curtain doesn't reach. He moves towards Dean, who is facing the other way, with his head under the showerhead, his left hand braced against the tiles, and his right hand slowly pumping his cock. He obviously hasn't heard Sam, so he takes advantage of the element of surprise and presses his body up against Dean's back and gently pushes his hand away from his hard-on to take over.

"Oh God," Dean moans, dropping his head back onto Sam's shoulder, his eyes still closed. "Oh Sam, God, that's so good. Don't stop."

Sam's cock reacts to Dean's breathless words, and twitches against Dean's ass. "Never," Sam whispers in his ear. Taking further advantage of all of Dean's skin on offer, Sam licks and sucks on his neck while his left hand wraps around Dean's body and lazily grazes his nails back and forth against his right nipple.

Perfection, Dean thinks, totally giving in to Sam's erotic touch. Through his haze of lust, he tries to form an actual sentence. "Sam…of all the women I've been with, no one has made me feel like this." That just about does it for lucid thoughts, when he hears Sam whisper in his ear.

"Feel like what, Dean? Tell me."

Dean takes a moment to answer; it's not easy to reply when his brain wants to close early to go to the same party as his cock. "God, you make me feel lots of things; conflicting things that, when you say them out loud, sound lame."

"Come on, Dean, tell me. Chick-flick moment. I know you can do it."

Dean chuckles, a sinful sound to his brother's ears. "For you, Sammy, I'll try, just don't stop what you're doing."

"Deal," Sam whispers.

Dean takes a deep breath and speaks haltingly, searching for the right words. "You make me feel loved when you touch me like this but, at the same time, I can feel that you want to push me into the wall and take me hard and rough. You get me hard as a fuckin' rock, and then turn me to human jello with your hands and mouth. I want to be slow and gentle with you, and then bend you over the table and impale you. I want to bite you and leave my mark on you for people to see, and I want to sooth those marks with my lips and tongue. How am I doing with the chick-flick moment?" He asks with a nervous laugh.

Instead of answering, Sam stops his exquisite torture and turns Dean around to face him. Before Dean can protest the loss of his hands, Sam eases Dean back against the tiles, which momentarily puts Sam under the showerhead, frames Dean's face with his hands, and kisses him with all the contained lust and love he's feeling at the moment.

Dean can feel Sam's restraint and returns the kiss hungrily, turning into the aggressor. "Don't hold back, Sam; show me what I do to you."

That's all the encouragement Sam needs, and he meets Dean's challenge; hunger flaring inside both of them, they clutch and grab and grope at one another, both wanting to possess and be possessed by the other. Sam thrusts his hips forward, grinding his cock against Dean's, and they moan into each other's mouths.

Sam is the first to draw back. "Dean," he says, gasping for air.

Dean looks at Sam as he leans his head back against the tiles. A slow, playful smile appears on Dean's face. "Burn, baby, burn," he repeats.

Sam smiles wickedly. He turns the shower off and looks at Dean. "I need you in my bed. Now."

Dean's playful smile is still plastered on his face. "As I said, I like it when you take control."

Sam reacts to that by moving Dean's head to the side, and flattening his tongue to lick a wet stripe up from Dean's throat to his ear. "Now," he whispers, as he gets to his destination.

"Mmmm, Sammy," Dean breathes, and then pushes Sam out of the shower.

Dean pauses, reaching for a towel, but Sam pulls him into the main room before he can grab one. "We're gonna get the bed wet."

Sam pushes Dean down to sit on the end of Sam's bed. "Do you really care?" He asks, standing in front of Dean and looking down. He watches Dean's gaze travel slowly up from his knees, all the way to his face.

"Not really, no. Now, I need you to take one step closer."

Sam does as he's told; sometimes being a good little soldier pays off. Big time.

Dean runs his hands up the back of Sam's thighs to grasp his ass. He then wraps one hand around Sam's cock, eliciting a broken sigh, and leisurely strokes his length. Not content to let his hand have all the fun, Dean kisses and licks at Sam's abdominal muscles, above and below and around his navel, feeling those muscles contracting under his touch.

Sam throws his head back, his mouth slightly open, and rests one hand on Dean's head as he moans softly. At one point, Sam makes a noise that Dean would later call a growling purr, and it is that noise that has Dean disengaging his mouth from Sam's abs to flatten his tongue and lick the tip of Sam's cock like an ice cream cone.

"Oh fuck!" Sam exclaims a little louder than intended.

Dean pulls away, and smiles up at Sam. "Not too loud, Sammy, we'll have people banging on the walls, telling us to shut up."

"Right at this moment, Dean, I don't fuckin' care."

Dean chuckles. "That's my boy."

Before Dean can take Sam back into his mouth, Sam pulls him up to stand in front of him. Moving a hand to the back of Dean's neck, Sam leans in and gives him the most erotic open-mouthed kiss he has ever experienced; all impatient lips and insistent tongues and wet heat. As they pull away together, Dean suddenly feels dizzy and rests his head against Sam's shoulder. A moment later, he laughs and lifts his head.

"You've got one talented mouth, Sammy. Fuck."

Sam smiles; that's a hell of a compliment, coming from the best kisser he's ever known.

Looking into Sam's desire-filled eyes for a moment, Dean then reverses their positions, taking Sam by surprise. While he's still off guard, Dean pushes Sam onto the bed, and he lands remarkably gracefully on his back. "I was prepared to let you run the show but now I've changed my mind. You're mine tonight."

Sam sees the smouldering intensity in Dean's eyes, and he quickly recognises that he'll do anything Dean wants when he looks like that. Clasping his hands behind his head, he feigns mild interest. "Does that mean what I think it means?" Sam asks.

Dean climbs on the bed, straddling Sam's thighs, and braces his hands either side of his body as he leans down. Speaking softly, Dean answers, the humour temporarily gone. "I need to be inside you, Sam. Deep inside you. Tell me you want that."

Sam bites back a whimper at his words and moves his hands, sliding them up and around Dean's shoulders and neck. "Make love to me, Dean. Bury yourself inside me; I need it, too."

Dean growls low in his throat as he descends on Sam's lips, kissing him slow and deep, while sweeping his tongue along his lips. The movement causes their cocks to rub against each other, and Dean demonstrates superhuman strength by pulling back, and not giving in to the sudden urge to just rub himself and Sam to orgasm. Breathing hard, Dean braces himself on his arms again and smiles as he sees that Sam is trying to control his breathing, too. Suddenly, Dean realises something, and almost groans in frustration. "Sam, we don't have lube. We can't…" Dean stops as Sam smiles. "What?"

"Top drawer." Sam turns his head to the bedside table.

Dean leans over and opens the drawer to find one item in there: a tube of lube. Retrieving it, Dean looks down at Sam with a cheeky smile.

"A good boy scout is always prepared."

Dean laughs and kisses him, quick. "Thank God."

"Well," Sam says, when Dean doesn't move immediately, "are you gonna move, or do I have to take care of myself?" He smiles up at Dean, just as he wraps his hand around his cock and lazily strokes himself.

That seems to shake Dean out of his daydream, and he responds quickly. Sliding further down Sam's legs, he then removes Sam's hand and replaces it with his own. "Mine." To further demonstrate the point, Dean takes Sam's cock into his mouth and deep throats him on the first stroke.

"Fuck,Dean!" Sam says through clenched teeth, "You're killing me."

Dean releases Sam with a soft pop and smiles. "But what a way to go."

With his head still on the pillow, Sam gives a deep laugh. "Get up here."

"I dunno, Sammy, I think I'd like to hear you beg. Just a little."

"Deeean…"

"What? Tell me, little brother. You know what I want to hear."

Sam looks straight into the depths of Dean's striking hazel eyes, and accepts the challenge. "I need your hard cock inside my tight ass. I need to feel you fill me completely. I'm yours."

Dean stares into Sam's eyes for a moment, and then — very slowly — the corners of his mouth turn up into a soft smile. "You know, I didn't think I could possibly get any harder, but you've gone and proved me wrong." Dean climbs off Sam's legs and stands at the foot of the bed. "Spread your legs, baby."

Sam raises an eyebrow. "Baby?"

Dean suddenly looks a little shy. "Too much?"

Sam smiles broadly. "No," he says with conviction. "Nice."

Dean relaxes but still gives him a shy smile. The next moment, he raises his own eyebrows. "I said spread 'em."

Sam laughs, and follows orders.

Dean takes a moment to enjoy the view, before he climbs back on the bed, in between Sam's long legs. He pops the top off the lube, and squeezes a small amount onto his fingers. Placing the tube behind him, within easy reach, he runs his left hand up along the inside of Sam's thigh, before lightly trailing his fingers over and down the underside of Sam's cock, just as he circles a finger of his right hand around Sam's entrance. "Tell me when this hurts, and I'll stop." At Sam's nod, Dean pushes his finger slowly inside, watching Sam's face for warning signs. "Relax, Sam," he says, gently, as he notices Sam's initial look of discomfort. Dean pushes further and, when he breaches the wall of muscle, Sam takes a shallow breath and lets it out in a rush. "Talk to me. Tell me when you're ready for another."

Sam nods, his eyes closed, and tries to relax further. "Okay," he says, and Dean stretches him further with another finger. Sam presses his head back into the pillow and arches his back very slightly. After a short period of adjustment, during which time Dean is moving his fingers with a slight scissor movement, the intense sensations turn from painful to extremely stimulating, and Sam opens his eyes to look at Dean. "More," he says, simply.

Dean is eager to comply, and slides a third finger inside, now stroking in and out. Jesus, he's so fucking tight; how am I gonna last more than ten seconds inside him without losing it?

Sam picks up the building rhythm and pushes down every time Dean's fingers sink inside him. Soon, not even that is enough. "Oh, Jesus, Dean…this is…ohhhhhmmm…Dean, I need more. I need you."

"Okay." As Dean slides his fingers from Sam, he can't resist leaning down and sinking his mouth around Sam's cock for one, quick, suck.

Sam lets out a growl. "Dean!"

Lifting his mouth away, Dean reaches back for the lube but Sam stops him. "Let me."

"By all means," Dean responds with a smile, and hands the tube over.

Sam squeezes the lube onto his hand and proceeds to slick Dean's steel-hard erection.

Dean just closes his eyes, rests his head back, and breathes — albeit a little raggedly. "Talented mouth, talented hands…I think I'll keep you."

"Like you've got a choice," Sam responds. His hand releases Dean and he removes the excess lube from his hand by pumping his own cock once, twice.

Dean opens his eyes as Sam removes his hand. Grinning, he says, "I think you just found another of my fantasies, little brother, without knowing it."

"Oh yeah?" Following Dean's eyes, he stops at his hand wrapped loosely around his cock. "So, let me get this right. A fantasy of yours is to watch a guy jack himself off in front of you?"

"Not just any guy; you. Only you."

"Hmm…I'm gonna remember that," Sam says, his voice full of promise.

Dean smiles. "Good. Now," he says, reaching for the spare pillow next to Sam's head, "lift up."

Sam lifts his hips and Dean slips the pillow underneath him.

"Much better." Lowering his voice to a sexy rumble, he says, "Are you ready for this?"

"Mm-hmm. Only been waiting years."

"Me too." Dean steals a quick but deep kiss before positioning himself, resting one hand on Sam's hip. Rubbing the head of his cock against Sam's entrance, Dean opens his mouth and exhales on a moan as he slowly eases himself inside. He stops immediately, just as he hears Sam's sharp intake of breath. "It's okay, Sammy, I won't move until you tell me to. Just relax your muscles." Dean can feel when that happens, and gives Sam a little more time to adjust. Never taking his eyes from Sam, he gives his brother a soft smile, and is rewarded with one in return. "Sam, I said I wouldn't move until you told me to, and I won't, but you need to get comfortable real quick 'cause not being able to thrust all the way inside you is fucking torture." Dean lets Sam hear the slipping control in his voice.

Sam chuckles. Crooking his finger, Sam beckons Dean down. When they are practically nose-to-nose, Sam whispers, "Do me a favour?" At Dean's raised eyebrows, he continues. "Stop talking and fuck me."

"Fuck, Sam," he says, sitting back up and grasping Sam's hips as he thrusts all the way home. "My little brother's got a dirty mouth after all. I like it."

Dean begins to move slowly, taking himself deep with each stroke, and watches as Sam grips the vertical slats of the bed head, knuckles turning white in record time. Dean closes his eyes and groans low. "God, Sam, I can't believe how tight you are around me."

With his death grip on the bed head, Sam quickly responds to Dean's actions and words, and starts to piston his hips on Dean's downward thrusts. Soon, not even that is enough and Sam wraps his legs around Dean's hips, pulling him deeper inside.

Dean moans loudly at the new sensation, and resists the powerful temptation to increase the speed. "Come on, Sammy, talk to me. You're a little too quiet. I wanna hear you."

It takes Sam a few moments but he responds. "What...do you want, Latin? 'Cause you're definitely...possessing my body...right now. Mmmmm..."

Dean grins and thrusts hard into Sam, and is rewarded.

"Oh God yeah, do that again!" Sam can't help but close his eyes at the exquisite feeling; that is until Dean changes the angle of his thrusts slightly, and Sam's eyes fly open with a yell of "OH GOD! FUCK!"

Dean smiles with satisfaction at Sam's unrestrained response. "That does it," he says, continuing to hit Sam's prostate with every thrust, "if you insist on…putting on a verbal…show for the other guests…let's do it right." With that, Dean moves one hand from Sam's hip, wraps it around his cock and starts pumping his shaft in rhythm with his increasing thrusts.

"Oh God, Dean…harder…," Sam moans, his hands never leaving the anchor of the bed head.

Dean can feel himself so close to the edge, so he answers Sam's need, at the same time stroking and twisting and pumping Sam's leaking cock.

Sam is moaning loudly on every thrust, on every squeeze of his cock, until he feels his release close to the surface. "Deeean…oh God, I'm coming. Come with meee," he pleads, the last word ending in a whimper.

Dean can feel Sam tighten around him, and that's all it takes for his control to dissolve.

With a loud, drawn out moan, Sam erupts over Dean's hand and both of their stomachs, squirting two, three, four times, and Dean follows, emptying himself inside his little brother with a desperate growl. Sam continues to pulse around Dean's slowly softening cock as Dean collapses on Sam's chest, his head resting just below his collarbone.

A minute later, Sam finally releases the poor bed head and his arms fall to his sides, not even finding enough strength to wrap them around Dean.

"Oh good, you're alive," Dean murmurs from Sam's chest.

Sam lets out the breath of a laugh. "Right back at ya."