Sam spent the rest of the drive tucked under Dean's arm, turned toward the passenger door, long legs spread across the seat, both of them lost in thought, but needing the physical connection after the upheaval of the morning. He wanted to touch everywhere on his big brother, to reassure himself that what Dean had said this morning was real, that he truly did love him and need him in the same way Sam had been needing for so long, but wasn't sure he wanted to question anything now.
Dean's stomach was still in knots over what had happened, and the feel of Sam's body heat seeping into his own felt good and was helping keep him under control. He had put it all out there this morning, nothing else left to hide and that was frightening. But it was time, they were in this thing and halfway wasn't going to cut it.
They stopped and ate at a diner not long before arriving at the cabin, it looked to be a last chance kind of place, since there had been fewer and fewer places as they drove toward the lake and away from civilization.
The waitress now flirting with Dean was cute, way too cute for Sam's comfort, especially considering how incredibly raw his emotions were after the confrontation; the strain and fear still fresh and painful. And, never a chance missed, Dean flashed her a big smile and called her darlin' and cutie.
Shit, seriously? He wasn't sure that Dean even really registered that he did those kinds of things every single time. It was like he had no filter on his flirting, no fucking control.
Maybe that should have been a good excuse, maybe if not for the turmoil of the day it wouldn't have even mattered. But after Dean's reaction to Sam's flirting the other day, and then him being one word away this morning from ruining everything they had finally found, Sam was ready to snap.
But Sam hadn't spent his whole life hiding his innermost thoughts and feelings for nothing. He could play this game and not blink an eye. After all, surely no one had more experience at ignoring how much it hurt to see someone they loved flirting and giving themselves away like it didn't matter, than Sam.
So he sat there, little twinges of anger and frustration and jealousy digging at him, and just plotted. Oh, Dean would pay for this. He would be sorry, and then he would learn, learn that Sam could be possessive too. That Sam wasn't going to take it lying down. 'At least not every time,' he thought with a little secret grin. Sometimes Dean was gonna take it.
They found the cabin with very little effort, and were surprised by now nice it was. Not really what you might call a cabin, more like a really nice house, mostly glass, situated on a lakefront with a gorgeous view and modern furnishings. It felt like a palace compared to where they spend their nights, and that was when they didn't end up sleeping in the Impala.
Unpacking what little they owned in the world, they were both a little hesitant as they moved around each other in the bedroom, not used to one bed, but both excited at the realization that this was one more thing they would need to get used to, and it was something they were both secretly enjoying.
With no work to be done and both men unsure of the situation, tension hung thick in the air all afternoon. They were both lost in their own heads, uncertain how to settle into this thing, how to just 'be', especially after what had happened on the side of the road.
Sam flinched every time he noticed the split, swollen lip Dean had from where Sam had punched him earlier in the day. But he wasn't sure he was sorry about it. It had hurt too much, the whole thing. And it told him that Dean hadn't trusted in him, believed him when he said he had always wanted this.
After feeling like they had tiptoed around each other for hours, Dean finally sighed and told Sam, "I think I'm gonna lay down. I'm pretty wiped. Didn't get much sleep last night, and…" The rest didn't need to be said. Sam had been there. He knew.
Dean arched his back, he was waking up and his back felt sore, but as he came to awareness, he jerked. "What the fuck?" He realized both his hands were cuffed to opposite sides of the poster bed. His eyes flew open, only to collide with the hazel ones of his baby brother, who was sitting in a chair a few feet away, watching him.
"Sam?" He didn't understand what was going on. How had he gotten handcuffed to a bed…surely that was something he would recall. Last he remembered he had stripped down to his boxer briefs and thrown himself down on the soft bed. He had been out in moments, his body sinking into the most comfortable mattress he could ever remember laying on.
"Sam, what is going on."
Sam didn't seem concerned, but neither was he moving to unshackle Dean, or apparently to even explain. He just sat there, watching Dean, a wicked glint in his eye. He looked like he had a secret and, hell, he kinda looked pissed, but what the fuck, Dean was the one handcuffed to a bed, what did Sam have to be angry about?
Dean jerked on the cuffs, hard. The bed shook slightly, but there was no give to the headboard.
"Don't do that, Dean. You're only going to hurt yourself." Sam tried to sound scolding, but he was concerned. He knew Dean and his stubbornness. He would do himself damage if Sam wasn't careful.
"Let me out of these, Sam. What's goin on?" Dean jerked his arms again, making red rings around his wrists. Sam wanted to sooth him, but he wasn't going to give in.
"Dean. Seriously. The more you struggle the longer its gonna take for me to let you out. Just relax. And if you hurt yourself, I might have to punish you." Sam realized he was just trying that on for size, wasn't sure that threat was in him, but hey, maybe.
Looking at him with a scowl on his face, Dean snorted, "Punish me, Sam? You know better, cause eventually I'll get out of these cuffs and then we will see who is punished."
A shiver ran through Sam at that, and he wasn't sure how much of it was caused by a little fear and how much was intrigue at the idea. Later. He had plans for Dean right now, and he was going to have to reach back down inside himself and find that anger and frustration. He forced himself to remember the fear and agony Dean had put him through this morning as well as the jealousy of this afternoon.
"I wouldn't push my luck if I were you, Dean. Because right now, you are in no position to make threats. You aren't getting loose until I say so," Sam leaned close enough for Dean to feel the heat of his breath against his ear. "You scared me today. You hurt me. You almost fucked up everything we have waited our whole lives for. Oh, and there is the little matter of the waitress, Dean. I've had it up to my fucking eyeballs with you and your flirting, you letting people think they can have you for the asking."
Dean shuddered slightly, drawing a deep breath as if to speak, but Sam laid two fingers across his lips, "Shhh, I wouldn't say anything if I were you, Dean. You just listen for now. You think you get to go all cave man on me when I flirt but think you can put it out there like anyone can have a piece of you, any time? Wrong. Your ass is mine, and I intend to show you how that feels."
That voice, breathy and hot in his ear brought Dean to semi arousal. Damnit, the effect Sam had on him, he would have no secrets left. He felt more vulnerable because of his own need than the fact that he was chained to a bed with no possibility but to submit to whatever Sam had in mind. His belly clenched in anticipation of what his little brother might have planned for him, as well as a feeling of helplessness that he wasn't sure he liked.
"Sam, there is no need for…this." He jerked at the handcuffs again, earning him a slap to his bare thigh.
"No more of that, Dean. And, no more complaining. I have plans for your mouth as well as your ass, but if you can't be quiet, I won't hesitate to gag you." Sam leaned to look at Dean's wrist, seeing welts already forming where he was struggling. He ran his tongue over the abused flesh, drawing a hissing breath from Dean.
Dean opened his mouth to say something, and Sam raised an eyebrow as he looked up at his brother. "Unless you have something good to say, like 'oh yes, Sam' or 'please more', think carefully about that gag, Dean."
Giving the inside of Dean's wrist another wet lick, Sam raised up and pulled the blankets down, gazing at his brother's growing erection inside his underwear. He couldn't hide the fact that he wanted Sam, even if he was angry at being helpless. Sam ran his fingers lightly over Dean's muscled abdomen before slipping his fingers just under the waistband of the boxer briefs, just barely missing the top of Dean's erection, feeling the jump of muscle under his fingertips. Leaning down, he laid a hot, open mouthed kiss over the fabric covering Dean's hardness, leaving moisture where his tongue lingered. Dean pushed his hips up, wanting more, harder contact with Sam's beautiful mouth.
Sam backed off and slid his fingers under the sides of the underwear and dragged them down and off Dean's muscled legs, letting them skim the soft skin as he went, his eyes lingering on the hot cock so close.
Dean strained his neck to watch every movement of Sam's fingers and mouth. Just watching Sam look at his hardness brought a spasm to his dick. He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath. This was out of his realm of experience. He had no control and no idea what Sam had planned for him. But he was incredibly hot, and the thought of Sam being possessive did something to him he wouldn't have expected. Very hot.
Sam crawled over his brothers body, careful not to touch in any way. He hovered there, looking down at Dean's face, calling up his anger, remembering his pain, the things Dean needed to atone for. "You told me that I needed to remember who I belonged to. Apparently you need to do the same, Dean. No more bullshit freaking out and threatening to leave, and no more offereing yourself up like meat to rabid dogs. You are mine, and after tonight, you won't forget it."
Dean's pupils blew wide with those words. Fuck, 'controlling Sam' was a new level of hot, and he wanted to arch up into him, drag his body along the one so close, drag his lips down that throat to settle at his favorite spot at the juncture of neck and shoulder, drag his fingers down that cock that was separated from him by layers of clothes while he lay here vulnerable and naked, his need obvious.
When Sam's mouth crushed down on his, Dean opened to him, unable to control a moan when he finally drank in that flavor that was Sam. Their tongues entwined, and Sam was reaching, searching, relearning all the hot, wet softness that was the inside of Dean's sexy mouth. He sucked at the tongue that followed his back into his own mouth and then bit down hard on that plump lip that tempted him every minute of the day.
Then he was up and off Dean, standing next to the bed looking down over six feet of masculine perfection. And it was all his, not just because he had Dean physically restrained, but because he meant to claim it and make sure there was never any doubt again about either of them walking away from this. Dean was clenching and unclenching his fists, breath harsh and jerky, eyes closed.
He waited impatiently until Dean opened his eyes and looked up at him with a bit of challenge in his gaze. Then his hands went to the bottom of his shirt and slowly drew it up and over his head, watching Dean watch him. Dropping his fingers to the waist of his jeans, he saw a flicker of need in Dean's beautiful green eyes before he blinked hard, but his gaze remained there as Sam took his time sliding the button through the hole and dragging the zipper down over his straining hardness.
No matter how hard he tried, Dean couldn't hide his need from Sam, it was written all over that perfect face, and was evident in his breathing as he took in all that newly exposed lean muscle and golden skin. As Sam pulled his jeans and boxers down, dropping them to the floor and stepping out, he took his dick in his hand and slowly fisted his impressive length, eyes watching Dean watch him.
"You want this, Dean? Want me?" He taunted softly.
Dean paused and Sam felt a moment of uncertainty, and that moment makes him fucking furious again.
He grasped Dean's hair and pulled, knowing it has to hurt. "Do you fucking want me, Dean?"
Dean felt his breathing go even more erratic, and he breathed into the pain, letting it wash through him. He knows how much he hurt his precious baby and he deserves the pain, but doesn't want Sam to question this, not for one second. "Yes. God yes, Sam. I want you. Please."
Hearing those words, that 'fuck me' tone from Dean, caused Sam's heart to thud in his chest and for a moment he has forgotten to breathe. But Dean is leaning toward him, despite the painful grip Sam has on his hair. So he steps into his brother, pushing his cock down enough for Dean's tongue to dart out and lick around the head, reaching for more. So Sam gives it to him, he leans in and Dean sucks all of him into his inferno of a mouth, the wet sucking sound bringing a jerk to Sam's hips, pushing him farther in.
Dean sucks greedily, unable to move enough to get Sam imbedded as far down his throat as he wants to. He has never done this before, but all he can think is that he wants all of Sam inside his mouth, down his throat, and he loves the taste, the feel of Sam shoving into him. Pulling back and releasing his brother's huge cock with a slurp, he looks up, licking his lips. "Fuck my mouth, Sam. Use me. I want all of you. Do it."
Sam grimaced with the surge that goes through him at those words, at the sight of Dean's mouth, moist and open. And that's what he wants, so he stepped closer, once again fisting his hands in Dean's short hair, and pushed himself in, hesitating only slightly when he felt himself hit the back of his brother's throat before pushing in further, all the way. He thrusts over and over, feeling Dean's tongue lapping at him, his throat clenching around his length. And it feels like every muscle in his body is on fire, clenching to hold back, because this is incredible and he's afraid he will spill, and he has other plans for tonight.
Forcing his throat to relax so he can take all of Sam's length, Dean groaned at the feel of Sam as he begins to pump into his mouth, bottoming out into his throat. The vibration caused by that groan shoots up through Sam's body and he quickly pulls away, closing his eyes at the sight of Dean leaning with him, trying to keep sucking him.
After a few long moments to get himself composed as much as possible with the images still swirling around in his brain along with the sense memory of being deep throated by Dean, Sam leans down and kisses Dean once again, tasting himself mixed with Dean. Then, leaning just enough to reach, he again licks the soft underside of Dean's abused wrist before sucking that tender skin into his mouth, hard enough to bring blood to the surface, bruise it, feeling the erratic heartbeat under his tongue.
Shocked at the things Sam's mouth on his wrist, fuck, just his wrist was doing to him, Dean gasped and felt a tingle in his belly that shot through his cock, causing a drop of pre come to slide down the length. "Please, Sammy."
Jerking slightly from the words and the need in that raspy voice, rougher than usual after Sam's abuse of his throat, Sam looked at Dean, seeing the lust pooling in green eyes, knew his own were a reflection of that desire. "Yes, Dean? What do you want? Tell me, I want to hear you say it."
"You, Sam. I want…you." It was forced out, Sam knew how hard it was for his brother to ask for anything, to appear weak in any way, but it was time for those barriers to come down, one way or another.
"I'm right here, Dean."
Dean huffed out a breath, need riding him hard. "Let me out of these cuffs, Sam."
"Ask me that or say anything else I don't want to hear, and I walk out of here. Leave you like this. I'm not kidding Dean, I will do it."
Shuttering his eyes, Dean looked away, trying to get himself in check. A frisson of apprehension going through him, though he knew Sam meant out of the room, not out of his life. It still wasn't easy to believe Sam wouldn't shred him again.
Sam gripped Dean's chin, forcing his eyes back to meet his brother's. "Don't even fucking think it. I mean it, Dean. If you don't start believing in me, in us, I'm gonna fucking lose it. Now wouldn't be the best time to push those buttons, man. Now, tell me what you want, or I leave this room, and you suffer."
Stepping away, removing all contact, Sam waited, holding Dean's gaze. He slid his hand down his own torso and began stroke his shaft, slicking the droplets sliding down his length. Dean's eyes fell to watch what he was doing and Sam saw his breath hitch, his lips parting to try to draw deeper breaths. "I'm awfully close, big brother. You just gonna sit there and watch while I jack myself off, leaving nothing for you? And then you don't even get to finish yourself? If you wait…"
"I want your mouth on me, Sammy. Fuck, I want to be inside you. Suck me, touch me…damnit… Anything…Please." Dean growled, but his tone was pleading, more pleading than his younger brother ever expected to hear.
Sam immediately joined Dean on the bed, careful to avoid direct contact. They were both too close to the edge. "Anything, Dean? That's what I wanted to hear." Sam knelt between Dean's parted thighs, and his hand went to the lube laying on the table next to the bed.
He squirted a generous amount onto his fingers and spread it down, resting his other hand on Dean's hard abdomen, feeling the clench of tight muscles. He rubbed his thumb in soft circles, soothing as he saw the dawn of recognition in Dean's eyes.
"Sam." Dean's voice was a question and a demand at once. He paused, waiting to see if Dean would forget himself enough to say something else. But he caught himself before he said anything more, biting his lip in uncertainty.
That look of vulnerability called to Sam. He knew Dean was scared to relinquish control, to submit to being taken like this, to let himself be opened up emotionally enough to anyone.
"Its ok, Dean, I'm gonna make sure you are ready. I wont hurt you. But I need this, and you need this, and its gonna happen." Sam's voice was steady and he felt confident that it was something they both needed, and he was ready to come out of his skin for want of it.
Continuing the stroke of fingers on Dean's smooth belly, Sam directed. "Lift your legs onto my thighs, Dean."
When his beautiful brother immediately complied, Sam smiled at him, feeling the love and trust it had taken. Looking back down, he slid his fingers along the crack of Dean's ass, spreading him open and finding the tight entrance. He slicked his fingers over that muscle, pressing just slightly, circling and soothing. Leaning down, he took the head of Dean's dick into his mouth, sucking hard while licking the underside of the shaft in one swift movement.
"God, Sam." Dean's back arched and Sam's finger slid inside, muscles relaxing and contracting around him. Sucking softly in rhythm to his soft thrusting, Sam pressed another finger in next to the first, slowly massaging and opening Dean.
"That's it, Dean, just relax…trust me." He whispered, breath panting at the feel of Dean gripping his fingers so tightly.
Dean felt the twinges of pain and breathed through it. It felt good, it hurt, but it did feel good, so much better than he imagined. After a few minutes of it, he felt a third finger being pressed into him and he fought not to clench. Focusing on the soft licking and sucking Sam was still doing, not enough, damnit not enough to push him over the edge while his attention was divided between that gorgeous mouth and the uncertainty and burn of having Sam's fingers inside him.
Sam finally leaned back, still softly thrusting with his fingers, opening Dean and preparing him. He watched his fingers as they disappeared inside his brother and he felt a surge of pre come leak down his cock. Damn, he had no idea it would be this hot to see this gorgeous man spread out under him. He looked at Dean's face and couldn't resist leaning in to kiss those swollen, full lips.
Dean caught his brother's bottom lip between his teeth and said, "Fuck me, Sam. I want to feel you inside me. I want it. Now."
Reaching up and releasing first one and then the other arm, Sam let Dean out of the handcuffs, wanting to feel his hands. He drew his left hand in and licked along the bruise he had created earlier.
Guiding his painfully erect cock to Dean's entrance, Sam held his breath. He was afraid he was too close, too fucking excited not to come the minute he made contact with Dean's slick entrance, so he gripped the base tightly and pressed in.
The feel of Sam's huge dick pressing into him was nothing like those fingers had felt. It was better, so much fucking better, and yet it was so much. Suddenly this slow press and incremental advance wasn't enough, and Dean thrust his hips up to meet Sam, imbedding Sam to the hilt.
They both moaned, gasping. It hurt. Dean had known it would but he just couldn't take the slow glide anymore. Now he wasn't sure he wasn't sorry. But Sam held himself still, despite the tremors running through his body.
Sam clenched his teeth tight and looked down at Dean, "You ok? I know that had to hurt. I'm so sorry. I…"
Seeing the concern on his baby brother's face, Dean ground out. "I'm…its fine. Just move." Something inside him was easing, and it was starting to feel good. Knowing that it was Sam inside him was making it better.
Moving slowly but barely controlling it, Sam pulled out, hissing at the incredible tight grip before pushing back in. Once he was sure Dean wasn't in too much pain, he allowed himself to move, to actually fuck into his brother, enjoy the sensations that were not only shooting through his cock, but all the way up his back, down his legs. Gripping Dean's ass, he adjusted them, fitting them together better on his downward stroke, and when this new position hit Dean's prostate, he reveled in the keen that came from his brother.
"You feel so hot, so tight. God, Dean, you feel fucking awesome. So awesome."
They were suddenly moving faster, both pushing and pulling, seeking that perfect fit that they could only achieve together. Dean was gripping Sam's biceps hard enough to hurt if he had had any ability to register any feeling other than the ones coming from his dick.
"Holy fuck, Dean. I'm close. Come with me." He reached between them to stroke Dean's own leaking shaft, but Dean caught his hand, laced their fingers together and just shoved up, seeking his release, wanting to come like this, just from the incredible feeling of Sam.
Within moments Sam's body jerked hard, slamming him deep into Dean's body, and he cried out, releasing his come deep inside Dean, that last stroke over his prostate taking Dean with him.
"Sam," Dean cried out as he came between their sweat slick bodies, covering both their muscular stomachs with his creamy load.
Collapsing and rolling them both to their sides, Sam panted harshly in time with Dean's own breathing.
Long moments later, Sam looked at Dean, his smile soft and almost shy. Dean reached up and ran fingers through his baby brother's sweaty disheveled hair. "Wow, Sam."
"Good?" Sam saw the bruise on Dean's wrist and he felt a warmth flow through him at that brand, his brand.
"Yeah, really really good." Dean leaned to kiss his brother, licking over swollen lips before settling to his favorite spot, in the spot between Sam's neck and shoulder, licking the sweat there before sucking long and deep. "Love you, Sammy."
Sam wanted to squirm he was so happy, "Love you, Dean. So much."
Hope everyone enjoyed! Please let me know! The boys have one more chapter for this story, I think. =}