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Something New: Chapter 3

At the bar, in the car, back at the motel—the location didn't matter to Dean. All he wanted was to have Sammy flat on his back, legs spread and crying his name as Dean worked him with his fingers, his tongue and, eventually, his painfully hard cock.

Sam eyed him warily, as if debating whether resistance was worth it.

"Sam, pay the lady and let's go."

"Damn it, Dean I—"

His brother wasn't in the mood to argue. "Meet me out by the car. You got two minutes." He leaned close, his lips barely brushing the tender shell of Sam's ear.

Sam cleared his throat, trying his best not to shudder at the unexpected contact.

"And if I don't?"

Dean licked his lips suggestively, his hungry gaze focused on the impressive bulge in his brother's pants.

"Then it's your ass baby. Try me and see."

He turned on his heel and made his way towards the door, leaving a stunned, and surprisingly aroused, Sam Winchester in his wake.

Now alone, he did his best to readjust the front of his jeans, before slipping one hand into his pocket and pulling out enough cash to cover what was once promised to be an impressive bar tab. The bartender—whose name he couldn't remember—quickly swooped up the cash, tucking the wad of bills safely in her bra. She flashed him a quick, reassuring smile before hustling off to take the next order.

Sam looked at his watch and sighed. The whole transaction had taken nearly five minutes…

He was most definitely screwed.

Neither brother said a word during the short car ride back to the motel. Dean maintained a white-knuckled grip on the Impala's steering wheel, while Sam made a serious effort to keep his eyes on the scenery that was whizzing by much too quickly.

"You still hard for me over there, little brother?"

Sam bit his tongue.

"I asked you a question."

The object of Dean's affection suddenly squirmed in his seat, clearly uncomfortable with the nature of the conversation.

"Always am." He hissed through clenched teeth as his older brother suddenly reached over to grasp his erection.

"Shit!"

Dean chuckled softly. "Just like to hear you say it."

Sam groaned as Dean's hand tightened around his cock.

"I'm gonna fuck you tonight, Sammy. I'm gonna fill your tight little ass with as much as me as you can take. Understand?"

The taller man in the seat beside him whimpered slightly and then nodded his acceptance. He spread his legs as far apart as they would go within the confines of the Impala as Dean began to stroke him.

"You wanna cum baby?" Dean purred, increasing the speed of his strokes while somehow managing to keep one eye on the road and one eye on his brother.

"Nnggh—yeah. Shit, yeah."

Dean gave his younger brother's cock one last, hard squeeze before removing his hand entirely and focusing his entire attention back on the road.

"Well that's too damn bad."

Sam gritted his teeth at the sudden loss of contact, but he couldn't quite bring himself to beg….

Sam jumped out of the car the moment they pulled up in front of the motel. He raced to the door, only to realize that he'd left both his key and his cellphone in the room. Sometimes he was such a fucking idiot.

Just as he was debating the merits of picking the lock, he felt his brother's presence behind him.

"Looking for the key, Sammy? Here you go."

The younger Winchester snatched the lifeline from his brother, before making quick work of the lock.

"Uh-uh, baby brother." Dean scolded gently when Sam would have made a beeline for the bathroom. His hand shot out to grab the waistband of his brother's jeans.

"I made you a promise, didn't I?"

Yeah. Sam replied softly, his dick managed to grow even harder. Fuck if he wasn't about to burst.

"You'll enjoy it, baby. Promise."

Sam nodded, his pulse racing impossibly faster…

"Good." Dean purred. "Now strip."

END

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