Oh, and Dianna, my dear, how I adore your writing and how well you capture these boys. You made this even harder. I wanted to choose this entry so much because of the balance so wonderfully done between hot and Sam still freaking a little over Dean being injured, but again, I ended up choosing the one that valiantly kept the boys' pants on. Not to say I was looking for their pants to stay on, because who wants that, right? ;-) But still, it was hard not to choose this one as the grinding was awesome, and what followed, and I loved the sweetness at the end that seemed just the type of avoiding that Dean would do, saying, 'let's do that again some time, soon, and lot during vacation' without having to say it directly. Wonderful, wonderful.

Also slightly beta-ed per your request, Dianna.

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Dianna Wickham's

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"Dean… Please, I…"

Sam trailed off, but the unspoken words were there hovering between them.

I could have lost you… I need to… feel you, touch you, taste you… need to know that we are alive…

Dean instinctively knew those were the words on Sam's mind, because they were on his.

There was a dream-like quality to Sam's lips as they continued to ghost down Dean's neck, nuzzling the tender flesh where neck met shoulder. Dean let out a soft sigh, a sign that he wasn't going to fight Sam. Not when he was so tired from fighting with himself…not to mention the harpy.

Sam brought a hand between them to tentatively rest on Dean's thigh, still gently nuzzling the skin at Dean's neck. Dean tensed for a moment before relaxing under the touch. He trusted Sam with more than his life.

The hand on his thigh started rubbing in soothing circles, grazing gently against his increasingly aching arousal. It was so fucked up that his brother was making him hard, but not surprising since they were already fucked up on so many levels.

Sam leaned up to look Dean in the eye, hazel staring down into green, and then the softly caressing hand moved a fraction of an inch to its left.

Dean groaned, throwing his head back with the pleasure of Sam's hand touching him through his jeans. Sam eyes were intense with need and heat as he slowly lowered his face closer to Dean's, their lips touching softly for the first time.

Sam's breath intermingled with Dean's as they gently explored the feel and taste of each other, their surroundings, the whole rest of the world just falling away. Sam nibbled and coaxed Dean's mouth open before moving his tongue inside to playfully tangle with Dean's. This new depth coaxed out a sound from the back of Dean's throat resembling a needy mewl which he would later deny.

Dean pushed up into Sam to get closer to him, sucking gently on the tongue in his mouth, imitating darker desires he had on his mind no doubt caused by the teasing hand on his groin. Sam made some delicious sounds of his own as he too pressed his body closer to Dean, pressing his own hard arousal into Dean's thigh.

Dean couldn't get enough of the taste of Sam's lips, the feel of how soft and hot he was—a nice contrast to the harsh desperate rubbing of Sam's hand on Dean's crotch. Finally, Dean couldn't take it any longer and threw back his head with a harsh gasp for air as he thrust up hard to meet the pressure and heat of Sam's hand.

Sam moved once more to Dean's neck and started biting, leaving small claiming bruises up his neck; meanwhile shifting his hips so that they hovered directly over Dean's as he proceeded to grind down.

"Nnngh!"

Dean bit at his lip at the pleasurable feelings edged with pain. He helplessly thrust up against Sam, both of them rubbing against each other through the rough cloth of their jeans. Sam's movements were frantic in his desire for release as he pushed down and forward into Dean.

"Sam!" Dean gasped.

Sam's face was contorted with his own need riding him, his muscles straining and hot with pleasure. Dean let out a loud moan at a particularly sharp bite from Sam along his neck, hard enough to draw blood. The sound traveled through Sam making him tremble on the edge of orgasm.

"Dean… please!" Sam managed to gasp out, sweat trickling down his face, his damp shirt molded to his chest.

"Going to cum, Sammy? Do it. Know you want to…wanna feel you…"

Sam gritted his teeth as he thrust down harder and faster against Dean, almost…

It was Dean's turn now as he leaned up and clamped his teeth onto the sensitive skin of Sam's neck, repaying the favor.

That did it.

Sam groaned as his orgasm crashed through him. He pumped his hips, riding out the heady feeling as his jeans grew damp and clung to him. He slumped down onto Dean as waves of exhaustion and satisfaction swept through him.

Dean grunted, "Bitch… would you mind getting off, you're not exactly as light as a feather."

Sam chuckled, moving quickly to the side. His happy expression melted into concern then as he noticed the pool of blood Dean was lying in. "Oh my god, Dean, why didn't you say something sooner? We need to treat your shoulder, you're loosing a lot of blood!"

Dean leered, his face a little pale. "We were kinda busy before, didn't want to interrupt…'sides, it can wait, I still have blood where it matters." Dean gestured to his prominent arousal still trapped in his jeans.

Sam laughed helplessly. Dean must not be too hurt if he can still think with his dick first. "Then let me take care of that and then I'll take care of you…" Sam smiled.

Dean rolled his hips urgently, still riding the adrenaline pumping through his veins. "Sounds good Sammy."

Sam leaned down to claim Dean's lips in an intense kiss as he undid Dean's jeans. Dean helped Sam peel the damp and blood-spotted denim down his hips before jerking shamelessly into Sam's touch.

Sam looked down as the sight his brother made. Dean looked like a fallen warrior; his hard body panting and stained with sweat, dirt, and blood. Dean wore the look well. His dick stood up proudly from where it lay uncovered by the jeans.

Commando…very nice.

Sam moved down Dean's body until he was leaning over Dean's hard length, noticing that Dean had nothing to be ashamed of.

"Sam… if all you're going to do is stare at it, I have better things I could be doing with my time…" Dean whined.

Sam rolled his eyes before taking the head of Dean's dick into his mouth. Dean gasped, his eyes closing in intense pleasure. Heh heh, so there was a way to shut Dean up, Sam thought. Sucking gently, Sam let his tongue swirl about the head before tickling at the weeping slit. Dean groaned louder in appreciation.

Wanting to get Dean off quickly so he could get him out of here and his shoulder treated that much sooner, Sam started a harsh fast pace with his mouth while firmly pumping the rest of Dean's shaft with his fist. Dean thrust up helplessly, his hips wreathing with the sensations running through him. Sam took Dean's balls into his other hand and fondled them gently, glancing up to see Dean's head thrashing back and forth as nonsensical words spilled from his panting mouth.

Dean gripped Sam's hair with his good hand, trying to make Sam go faster. "Sammy… oh god… you do that so good… uhnn… please…almost… I'm gonna…"

Sam hummed at the taste of Dean's need, feeling his own pleasure burn through his veins at getting to see and feel Dean like this.

Dean's hips arched off the ground with a cry, pumping his release into Sam's mouth.

Sam swallowed the flood of Dean's cum down, bitter but memorable, and not the way he expected. Dean slumped back to the floor, his limbs limp and relaxed, with a goofy smile on his face. Sam carefully pulled Dean's jeans back up before moving to lie beside him a moment, breathing him in once more.

"Sammy…I've been thinking…" Dean spoke up after a few minutes of silence.

Sam snorted.

"Shuddup. After we shower…cause we are so taking a shower first thing when we get back to the motel…and of course, you fix up my shoulder…"

"Are you going somewhere with this Dean?" Sam interrupted.

"Bitch."

"Jerk." Sam shot back with a smile.

Dean returned the smile lazily, "I think we should go on vacation… preferably someplace away from crazy people and harpies…just the two of us. What do you think?"

Sam swallowed. "…I think I'd like that."

The End.

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