When Sam woke up he found his brother talking loudly on the phone.
"Yes, sir. Everything is going fine. School is good. He's fine, sir. Alright, we'll see you then."
Sam sat up in bed, "Is dad coming home?"
Dean nodded once, "He'll be here around midnight."
Sam couldn't hide his disappoint, "But then we can't –"
"No, we can't." Dean told him seriously. "Sam, dad can't find out about this."
"Do you think I'm stupid? Besides this is between me and you. It's our – secret."
Dean smiled then pulled the covers away causing Sam to moan in protest, "Don't make those sounds or I'll keep you here all day."
Dean saw the lust appear in his brother's face. His own cock twitched in response. "It was a joke, Sam. Go to school!"
Sam stood up slowly, "Dean?"
"Hmm?"
"We will – do it, right? Before dad gets home?"
"Sure," Dean said brightly. "But after he's home it's done."
Sam felt like he missed a step. His voice was panicky when he said, "Not for good, right? Just until he leaves again. That's what you mean, right?"
Dean stared at him for a moment wondering if he should put an end to this madness now. Those shiny eyes caused something inside him to snap. "Yes, that's what I mean."
Sam sighed in relief. "Promise?"
Dean nodded,"I promise. Now go to school. One of us needs to be book smart."
Sam didn't pay attention to a single word his teacher's said throughout the day. A pretty red headed girl struck up conversation with him but he couldn't even see her. He longed to get back to his brother – to feel his warm touch again.
Dean wasn't holding up so well either. He tried to watch TV but he couldn't focus, he tried to shower but the warm water brought on an ache for warm skin. He settled for sitting on the couch, drinking a beer and staring at the clock. When Sam finally came through the hotel door they met each other with a deep kiss. Dean ripped off Sammy's book bag and his shirt. He planted kisses on his cheek then scrapped his teeth down his collar bone. Sam moaned in response pressing his hard cock against Dean's leg.
"Dean," Sam panted. "Will you – will you fuck me?"
Dean whimpered in response. "Sammy, I don't know if I can do that."
"Why not?"
"I would love to," Dean told him truthfully. "But your body is still young. I don't want to stretch you in those ways. I don't want your first time to be painful."
Sam frowned. "I want to be connected to you. I want our bodies to –"
Dean gulped, "You can fuck me if you want."
He took the lust in Sam's eyes for a yes. Maybe even a hell yes.
"Now?" Sam begged. "Can we now?"
Dean nodded as he sat on the bed. Sam sat down next to him. They kissed slowly for a while until the passion picked up. The kisses were more frantic this time. Soon both of the boys were naked. Dean lay onto top of Sam thrusting his boner against his. This movement caused a raw burning but neither seemed to mind.
"I want to be in you," Sam whispered in his ear.
Dean stopped breathing for a moment then simply nodded. He switched their positions letting Sam get on top. He reached over into the drawer pulling out lube. He put it on two of his fingers and began pressing them into his asshole. It was painful. Very painful. He couldn't get deep enough to touch his prostate. Sam took the lube from his hand placing it on his fingers. "Let me do it."
Sam's fingers took Dean's place. Having Sam inside of him, even just a little bit, caused Dean to cry out. Sam smiled and began pressing in and out of him stretching his hole. He continued this for a few minutes then lubed up his erection.
"Are y-you ready?" Sam asked.
Dean smiled up at him, "I am all yours."
Sam took these words in, staring at him weakly. He bent down and began kissing him softly. They kissed like this until the tip of Sam's dick began pressing into him. Dean pulled away to hiss loudly. It was painful but after a few slides Sam was hitting his prostate causing him to moan loudly. Dean looked up to see Sam's beautiful face contorted in pleasure. His virginity was gone and his brother had taken it.
Soon Sam's movements grew faster and sloppier. "Dean, I am not – not going to last – much longer."
"Good. Fill me up."
Sammy shouted loudly as his dick began weeping into Dean. His body shook violently then he crashed on to Dean's chest. Dean held him for a long time, running his fingers through his hair. After a while Sammy looked up with a sleepy smile. "That was perfect."
Dean nodded in agreement, "Yes, it was."
"Will you do it to me now?" Sam asked hopefully getting a scowl from Dean.
"I don't want to hurt you, Sammy."
"You won't! If it starts to hurt I will tell you. Promise."
Dean considered this then flipped his brother over. "Okay. I'll fuck you, Sammy. Do you want me to fuck you slow or hard?" he whispered into his ear getting several gasps. "Should I stay right at the entrance or so deeply that your exploding without even being touched?"
Sam moaned loudly, "I need you now, Dean!"
Dean was reaching for the lube when the hotel door opened. John stared at his boys for a long time before the screaming and the beating started. Sam was banished to the bathroom. He heard cries of pain coming from Dean and his father's screams. Screams of "disgusting pig", "filthy piece of shit", and the worst of all: "you are not my son!"
When the hotel door slammed shut, Sam dared to come back out. He found Dean lying on the floor sobbing covered in blood. Sam went to him immediately but Dean pushed him away.
"Dean! Your nose, your eye – I hate him!" Sam found himself shouting. "How could he do this to you?"
"Because I deserved it, Sam." Dean yelled wiping the blood from his nose. "I was supposed to protect you and look what I did. I took your virginity –"
"I gave it to you! I love you, Dean." Sam tried to embrace his brother but it was no use. He was thrown back each and every time. Sam began openly sobbing.
Dean looked up at him with tearful eyes. "Come here, Sammy."
Sam did as he was told. Dean pulled him into his chest holding him tightly. For one brief, fleeting moment their lips connected then Dean was standing up and walking to the bathroom.
"He doesn't know everything," Dean explained as he wiped the blood from his face. "I told him I found you experimenting and I was just trying to show you what to do. He either bought it or he is coming back to kill me."
"I'll kill him, first." Sam promised.
Dean turned on him with a stone expression. "Don't say that. He's our father."
Sam bit his lip not wanting to make Dean angry with him. "Let's run away. We can be together."
"Sammy, this is it. We're done."
He shook his head trying to fight the tears swirling in his eyes. "No! You promised!"
"I'm sorry, Sam." Dean told him coldly.
Sam tried to go in for a hug but Dean pushed him away roughly. "It's done, Sam."
"I hate you!" Sam screamed before running out of the bathroom and throwing himself on his bed sobbing.
Dean closed the bathroom door, slid to the floor and burst into tears.