ok, so what was intended to be the last chapter, full of romance and resolution turned into nothing but smut. sorry it took so long to post, i had some trouble getting it out of the boys. hope you enjoy! guess there will be at least one more chap, if anyone is still out there who cares! If so, please review and let me know! =}
The days at the cabin seemed to fly by. Too little time to enjoy the beauty of this new life, this acceptance of the giving and receiving of all the love they had stored up inside them for each other. Already it had been close to a week, and they were trying to cling to these precious days of bliss as hard as they were clinging to each other.
Dean lay in bed, wondering where Sam was, and what the odds were that he could coax him back into bed. Probably pretty good, but Dean worried that Sam gave in just to appease him sometimes. He worried that his need and desire for Sam was too much, overwhelming. Hell, it felt pretty overwhelming to him, so how could it not to someone not inside his fucked up head? This was just too new to be sure, and he didn't want to scare Sam, but it had been so long in coming for him, so many years of repressed need and, hell, love, that he wanted to tie Sam to the bed like Sam had him and keep him there, for a long long time…just memorizing every inch of his Sammy.
Drifting back off to sleep, Dean smiled as he contemplated tying Sam to the bed for the remainder of their stay here at the secluded cabin.
Dean jerked awake, unable to remember the specifics of his bad dream, but knowing that something had hurt Sam, hurt him badly. He had known Sam was dying, and he couldn't take it, didn't want to live either. His heart was pounding and he was out of the bed in a flash, the need to see Sam, to touch him, run his fingers over every inch of his living, healthy Sam more than he could resist.
"Sam?" Dean recognized the harsh need in his own voice as he called out for his baby brother, feet slipping as he rounded a corner on the slippery wood floor of the hallway. He had gone through the whole house now and no sight of Sam. He knew it was his own stupid fear, remnants of a dream riding him and making him so anxious, but he didn't like not being able to roll over and take Sam into his arms when he woke up any time, but especially now.
"Sam?!" Still nothing, and the house felt empty, and he knew that Sam wasn't even there.
Rushing out the back door, Dean skidded to a halt as he saw Sam leaning against a wooden post at the back of the porch. His eyes drank in the sight of his beautiful, long limbed baby, and he hurried over, throwing his arms around Sam's chest and burying his face in that silky hair and soft skin at his brother's throat. He laid an open mouthed kiss to Sam's neck, breathing in the scent that he could never get enough of. He could think of little that made him happier than mornings when just before he rolled over in bed to embrace Sam, he could smell Sam's essence on his own skin. Somehow he could never get enough, it was like a drug and the more he took the more he needed. "God, I love you Sammy baby. Love you so fucking much."
Sam smiled, putting his hands over Dean's where they were digging into his shoulders, arms gripping too tight for comfort. His smile dissolved into a slight frown of concern. "Love you too, big brother. Are you ok? What's going on?" Trying to turn into Dean's embrace, get a picture of what was going on by looking into his eyes, Sam was held still by sheer force. "Dean? Seriously, what's wrong? You're starting to freak me out."
His voice was gruff, and Dean almost let Sam turn then, until he realized that he had tears in his eyes. "'S nothing, Sammy. Nothing. Just missed you, that's all." Hell, he sounded like such a chick, he might as well have let Sam see the tears. Shit, he was breaking down with all this. It was just so much sometimes.
Sam stopped trying to turn, just leaned into Dean, stroking the hands that had loosened some, letting him catch a breath. It occurred to him that Dean must have woken up and worried, he was always worrying, no matter what he was willing to admit to. He took his role as protector so seriously it was just ingrained in him. "Aw, I'm sorry. I just woke up and was too full of energy. Just went for a run. Its so great out here, and I was enjoying the view." Sam almost added that he had woken up, and despite hours of mind blowing sex he was hard, and needy and sure that Dean would start to feel smothered if he kept climbing all over him every minute of the day, so he had to work off some sexual energy.
Opening his mouth again over that steady, strong heartbeat, Dean sucked on that length of muscled throat he loved so much, deepening the bruise Sam seemed to keep in that spot Dean enjoyed so thoroughly. He felt the pulse speed up, strengthen against his lips and tongue. He loved that Sam responded to him so quickly, so naturally. He sounded a little put out, "You coulda woken me up, baby boy. I…well, I wouldn't have minded helping you work off some of that energy you seem to have so much of…"
This time Dean allowed Sam to turn, their mouths immediately finding and clinging, searching, seeking. Sam's tongue invaded Dean's mouth and he sucked, hard, before pressing his own tongue into Sam's mouth and receiving the same treatment. They were both panting softly when Sam pulled back enough to meet Dean's eyes. "I didn't….well, I was afraid you would…shit, Dean, I don't want to put you off by how much I ne-, uh want you. How often."
Laughter bubbled out of Dean and he kissed Sam's mouth, hard. "I was just thinking the same thing, Sam. I was wishing you were still in bed with me and thinking maybe it was best you weren't so you didn't see that I was wanting you…again."
Sam smiled, rubbing his thumb along his brother's beautiful, wet, slightly swollen bottom lip. That mouth tempted him so often it was frightening. He wanted to do the dirtiest things to and with that mouth. "Damn, Dean, I guess we need to trust our instincts a little more and stop fighting every step of this thing." He licked that lip, then bit it, hard enough to draw a taste of blood.
"I fucking want you. Now. Hard." Dean gasped from the shot of unbelievable lust that pulsed in his groin from that bite. "I want to keep you in bed for weeks. I want more every time I get more. Shit, Sammy, you make me crazy."
Sam's hazel eyes widened and he drew in a sharp breath at those words. "Yes. That's what I want, yes."
Dropping hard to his knees, Dean pulled Sam's loose sweatpants down as he went, his mouth immediately finding and latching onto a spot on Sam's lower abdomen. Sucking and licking that soft skin over hard muscle, he looked up at Sam as he grasped his cock and drew the head into his mouth, sucking hard.
"Fuck yes." Sam's voice came out in a harsh yell. "Dean." He groaned his brother's name as he watched those beautiful lips slide down the shaft of his already rock hard cock.
Eyes drifting closed, Dean sucked Sam all the way to the base, flicking his tongue over every inch of velvety skin before creating a deep suction and pulling back. Groaning deep in his own throat, Dean took all of Sam back in, this time pushing him farther into his throat, wanting to take all of this beautiful cock as deep as possible, make it feel so good Sam would never wonder if it was too much for Dean. Never question how much he was wanted and desired. Working him over, sucking and licking, Dean groaned again at the slurping noises he could hear himself making. He ran one hand up Sam's body, he paused to twist and flick one of Sam's nipples before pressing his fingers to Sam's mouth.
Sam was on fire, his hips thrusting jerkily as he fucked into his brother's gorgeous wet mouth. He was panting and moaning and practically begging as Dean loved him orally. Just the sight of Dean on his knees for him made him ache with want, created a pulse and throb in his belly. When Dean pressed fingers to Sam's mouth, he immediately opened, sucking the fingers in and licking along and in between.
Sucking Sam, having his long length in his mouth and in his throat had Dean hard and aching, and when Sam sucked his fingers his hips jerked and he felt pre come trickle down his shaft inside his own sleep pants. But now, now was for Sam, to show Sam how much he wanted him, needed this. Pulling his spit slick fingers from his brother's mouth, Dean nudged Sam's legs apart and brought those fingers to his ass, seeking and finding the puckered ring of muscle.
Sam twitched, his cock releasing a small jet of pre come onto Dean's tongue as he felt those fingers, wet from his own mouth, press and find entrance to his body. His head fell back and he relaxed his muscles as he felt the slow inward glide, coupled with the incredible suction and licking of his cock. He was getting so close, it was threatening to overtake him.
When Dean's fingers started fucking him in time with the suction of his mouth, and then he crooked his fingers to press hard against that bundle of nerves inside him, Sam wrapped his fingers into his brothers hair and lost control. Fucking hard into Dean's throat, then back onto his fingers, Sam screamed as his orgasm overtook him.
Dean felt Sam's release deep in his throat, and he smiled. He knew his throat was going to hurt, but it felt so good it would be a sweet sweet ache. Releasing Sam's softening cock with one last long lick that drew a twitch from Sam, Dean carefully withdrew his fingers and laid his face along his brother's hard thigh, fingers wrapped around muscular butt cheeks.
Not sure he would be able to remain standing if he wanted to, Sam sunk to his knees next to Dean and sighed. Taking his face in both his hands, he kissed Dean softly, tasting himself on his brother's lips and tongue and reveling in the knowledge that Dean enjoyed doing this for him.
Dropping his head onto Dean's well muscled shoulder, Sam sighed contentedly. "Let's go back to bed, Dean."
Dean was still aching and hard, but happy to have Sam back in bed, even if he was sated and sleepy. He wrapped Sam in his arms, careful to keep his hardness from pressing into his brother.
Sam pulled both of Dean's arms around him, squeezing them together tightly and sighing, before whispering, "My turn."
Smiling that Sam seemed to feel like he did, that blowing him wasn't a favor, but something to be enjoyed for itself, Dean sighed, thankful. Sam pushed Dean onto his back and raised over him, bodies flush and leaned in to kiss Dean, licking along the slight cut he had created on Dean's lower lip.
Kissing down along Dean's sensitive neck, Sam licked and inhaled the smell of his Dean, the smell he dreamt of and had for years, smiling as he remembered times when it had been his turn to do laundry and he had just stood smelling some article of Dean's clothing, aching with the want of it, imagining this, smelling it from Dean's own skin. So much better. Moving further down, Sam flicked his tongue out to one of Dean's already hard nipples, earning a swift intake of breath when he took that nub into his mouth and sucked hard. Pinching and flicking the other nipple with his hand, Sam alternated, giving both sensitive peaks equal attention, loving the reaction this always got from Dean.
Sam moved to Dean's ribs, counting each one with a long lick of his tongue before licking around and then dipping into Dean's belly button. Lowering himself between Dean's strong legs, Sam laid a long lick along the hard, throbbing length of Dean's cock, earning a small whimper of need as well as a thrust of hips. He encircled Dean's head with his tongue, licking hard at the underside, hitting that sensitive spot, before taking Dean deep into his mouth, lapping and slurping the long length. Dean had been on the edge for too long, and his hips were already involuntarily rutting up into Sam's mouth, setting a fast tempo.
But Sam wasn't ready for this to end quickly. He released the mouthful of dick with a soft popping sound and looked up into the desperate eyes of his big brother. "Sam?" Dean's hips jerked hard, "Please? Need you to finish me. Please make me come, baby."
Sam nudged Dean's thighs apart, pushing his knees up so Dean's feet rested on the bed. Leaning down, he kissed the soft sac there, tongue licking out to trace along each side lightly. "Don't worry, Dean. You know I will take care of you. I just want to taste you, learn you."
Dean clenched his teeth tight, his hardness leaking as he strained to keep from begging. He didn't want this to end either, but fuck, he was so close, so frustrated. He moaned as Sam took his balls into that hot beautiful mouth, licking and sucking, alternating sides and felt the moan of Sam's own vibrate through him. Then he struggled to bring his head up when he felt Sam's fingers part his ass, spreading him apart. Then he keened Sam's name as he felt that soft, wet tongue touch him there, along his ass, touching that part of him only Sam had ever touched.
Licking hard, Sam reached up to stroke Dean's throbbing cock, knowing how close he was. He continued to lap at that puckered entrance, wanting Dean to know there was nothing he didn't want from him, no part of him he didn't need and love. This was something he had thought about and never knew if he really wanted until it happened, now he was enjoying it, knowing it was making Dean come apart under his hands and mouth.
"God, Sammy." Dean yelled as he came, back arching hard, his come spurting over Sam's hand and up his own chest. He came until his body felt weak, and Sam's hand on him was almost too much. Then Sam released him, looking up and smiling, his hand soothing Dean's hard muscled belly as he moved up to lay along his side, resting his head on his big brothers chest.
Dean didn't want to close his eyes, he looked down at his brother, still unable to believe this beautiful creature that he had cherished his whole life was truly his and wanted him this much. Sam was looking down Dean's body. He ran his fingers through the come cooling on Dean's lower abdomen and brought them to his lips, eyes raising to catch Dean's as he licked his fingers, then sucked them into his mouth.
"Fuck, Sam." He huffed out, feeling his cock twitch. How was that possible after how hard he had just come?
Sam's eyes hesitated, flickering away before coming back to meet Dean's. "Wrong?"
Grasping Sam's jaw and bringing their lips together, Dean ground his mouth hard into his little brother's, licking his way inside, tasting himself in Sam's mouth. "No. Hell no, baby. Nothing that you want to do with me is wrong. Actually, that was incredibly hot. You might just be the death of me, Sam. You make me crazy. Love you, baby boy."
Sam grinned, flashing those dimples and looking out from under a mess of bangs at his brother before throwing a leg over him, pressing his already semi erect dick against his brother's as he rolled over him. "Mmmm, I love you, Dean, so much. Now, you too tired to go again, baby?"
"With you? Never." And he smiled as Sam leaned in to kiss him, knowing that it was true.