"When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be." Lao Tzu
When Dean got back into the motel room, it was four hours later.
Sam was curled up onto his bed, face red and eyes puffy, looking like he had cried himself to sleep. Giving into his brotherly instincts, Dean cautiously eased up next to him, a hand tenderly brushing Sam's bangs away from his forehead. Sam shifted a little into his sleep, nose bumping onto Dean's hand and, as if he recognised the smell of Dean's skin, he nuzzled against it, a small unidentifying sound escaping his lips.
"Sammy?" Dean cooed softly.
"Gim'ie 'ive mor' min'tes," Sam mumbled under his breath, causing Dean to jerk away from him, memories of their childhood too vivid to pass by unacknowledged.
Dean's sudden movement woke Sam up. His gaze scanned around the room before it focused on Dean and his mouth stretched as if to smile up at him, but then Sam obviously remembered what had happened and he scowled, scooting away.
"Get off of me," he snapped at Dean.
Dean's eyes light up with mischief. "That's one fucking brilliant idea, Sam," he approved, voice lacing with lust at the mere thought of it.
"W-what... what do you mean?" Sam inquired, seemingly too disoriented to decide whether to look confused or fearful.
Dean looked around, his gaze landing on one of the chairs around the room's only table. "Sit up, get over there," he jerked his head towards it, delighted when Sam unsteadily complied, a frown knitting his eyebrows.
Dean also got up, almost skipping to his duffle bag, where he fumbled in it's pockets, knowing that somewhere in it there was some rope... "Aha!" he exclaimed triumphantly when he spotted it.
Sam's eyebrows almost joined his hairline when Dean walked to where he was seated, rope in hand.
"What the hell-" he tried to protest and scamper away from his brother.
"Relax, Sam. I'm not even gonna touch you. Just lemme tie you up -it won't be very tightly, I promise," Dean assured him, as he started to wrap the rough material around Sam, and also around and under the chair, to prevent his brother from simply slipping under the bondage.
"Why am I letting you do this?" Sam asked, so quietly Dean assumed it was a rhetorical question.
"'Cause you're proving yourself to me," he replied anyway, making a knot on the back of the chair.
"Try to stand," he coached, satisfied when Sam did as he was told and almost fell along with the piece of furniture.
"Good. Now wait here," he ordered disappearing into the bathroom.
Once inside the other room, Dean whipped off his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans, pausing for a moment to consider whether or not he wanted to take them all the way off. Deciding it would make it easier to maneuver, he discarded all of his clothes onto the bathroom's floor. After snatching the sample of moisturiser from the sink, he walked as casually as he could back into the main roon clad only in his boxers.
"Dean? What are you doing?" Sam firmly questioned, eyes roaming involuntary up and down his brother's body.
"I'm getting off, Sam. You suggested so, remember?" Dean replied confidently causing Sam to gape at him.
Lying onto his bed, Dean started to run his hand all along his chest and abdomen, feeling his warm flesh raising goosebumps in anticipation. He circled nonsense onto his skin, nails lightly scratching against his flexing muscles.
"Mmm, that's good," he said out loud, purely for Sam's benefit.
Glancing at him, he saw that Sam wasn't looking at him. Instead, he was having a staring contest with the floor in front of his feet.
Dean mentally chuckled.
"You know what I'm thinking right now, Sam?" Dean asked, fixing his gaze on his brother, as he traced one finger around his nipple.
"I'm pretending it's your hands touching me." Dean rolled the pink bud gently between his thumb and forefinger, a moan falling from his lips.
Sam's eyebrow twitched.
"You won't believe how many times I've done this thinking nothing but your long, slender fingers on my body. Everywhere on my body," he said, smirking when Sam relented and turned to face him.
Dean trailed a hand up his thigh, brushing past his groin to rest on his abs. He felt them quiver as Sam's breaths increased to a faint panting sound.
"Do you like my body, Sam?" he asked, arousal coursing in his veins, as Sam blushed.
"Yes- I-" Sam shifted, frustrated that he couldn't separate himself from his chair, " Dammit, Dean. I want-"
"I don't care what you want, Sam," Dean cut him off and Sam outright whimpered when his eyes found Dean's raging hard-on.
Dean's erection was painful now and he needed to take matters into his own hands. Literarily.
"Dean, please," Sam's voice cracked, and Dean honestly couldn't tell if Sam wanted him to continue or to stop. He ignored him.
Dean's hand slid into his boxers, and quickly pulled himself out of them, wrapping around his hard dick, squeezing it. He narrowed his eyes, looking closer at Sam's face. Sam's high cheek-bones were blushed a bright red. Sam was shaking hard now and Dean greedily watched his violent shivers. He looked so goddamn innocent.
Continuously pumping his dick, Dean watched as Sam's eyes welled up. He had never seen Sam give out so much emotion.
His cock's tip was leaking pre-cum and Dean swirled his thumb around it, to spread the fluid, before sliding his hand down slowly. He moaned in ecstasy as he reached the base and squeezed tightly. He began a steady rhythm, not wanting to go too fast. He wanted this to last for a little while longer. He stroked up and down as he thought of nothing but Sam. Dean wanted him so much, it felt like torture not being able to have him yet. Dean groaned as he began moving faster against his will at the thought of finally being with Sam.
Dean tightened his grip and began to work in firmer strokes. He pictured Sam's naked body under him, Dean pounding his cock into him over and over again as Sam moaned. Momentarily tempted to stop himself from this fantasy, because he knew this would get him over the edge, Dean opened his eyes and searched for Sam's.
Sam was pulling against his bondage, seeming as if he wanted to just break the chair and free himself. Dean shivered at that thought, and he let myself go, working his hand faster and firmer as he felt his release approaching. He was panting and groaning and he let his mind picture Sam, his head thrown back, writhing underneath Dean as he came, his mouth parting, his lips glistening with spit. Sam would scream his name and scratch and claw at his back, his eyes locked with Dean's, pupils dialeted with lust-
Dean was mortified by his own reaction.
Just one last glance in Sam's doe eyes, filled with tears and a gaze that seemed to plead for Dean to untie him, reduced Dean to cum so hard on his abdomen it hurt. So. Bad.
His back collided against the mattress, as his whole body shuttered, orgasm rolling through him like a freight train on a rampage. Adrenaline washed over him, filling him with pleasure, so violently Dean thought he'd shatter.
He wanted to squirm away; It was too grand. Too much. Too fast.
Stimultaneously, he wanted it to never end.
Short of breath, his hips heaved forward, as he bellowed in the silence, his voice echoeing off the dirty walls of the motel, the pained expression on Sam's face the only witness to his shame; his utter lack of control. The strong smell of spunk filled his nose as he jerked again, again, again... his cock splattering his entire upper body with thick, burning-hot ribbons of sperm, causing Dean's insides to ache.
"Sammy!" He sobbed out in the most broken voice.
And then the world went blank, white noise enveloping him, swallowing him whole.
Despite having just spent himself, Dean's body still thrummed with need. He needed more than images. He needed Sam moving under him. Sam moving against him. Him moving in Sam, and every combination in between.
"Not yet," a voice he didn't want to recognise as his whispered inside his head. "Sam's not ready yet."
After a while Dean straightened, as if coming out of a stupor, with shaky hands and legs, his ears ringing.
His groin felt inflamed as he tucked himself back in his boxers.
"Dean," his brother's broken voice brought him back to reality.
Sam looked as if he was about to pass out, tears rolling down his cheeks, arms helplessly shifting, trying to reach for his...
Oh.
Unable to resist, Dean was in front of his brother in two seconds flat, hands pulling down Sam's sweatpants hastily, not even bothering to cut him loose first.
Sam's moan when he took him into his mouth was by far the sweetest sound Dean had ever heard.
Dean sucked hard, knowing the younger man was very close to bursting his load. After a few moments, he pulled away, relishing at his brother's grunt of protest, as he wrapped his hand around Sam's long cock and proceded to jerk him off.
"Cum for me, Sam; show me what I do to you," Dean right-down ordered, hand speeding it's movements.
Sam groaned his name loudly, spilling his seed all over Dean's hand.
Completely spent and out of breath, Sam leaned forward, resting his body against Dean's as the latter reached behind his brother to finally cut him free.
"You did good, Sam," Dean announced proudly. Sam offered him a half-smile.
"Now there's only one more stage left; the most difficult one. But, if you manage to come through, I'll be irrevocably yours," Dean revealed, watching as Sam's smile vanished and his eyes clouded.