Sam was aware of two things as he stirred awake the next morning.
One, he was surprisingly not hung over – clearly the greasy hamburger he'd eaten for dinner had done the trick. Two, he felt like all of the pieces of himself that had been missing were now firmly back in place, thanks to the warm weight at his back.
Sam didn't care move, lest he should wake up Dean. He closed his eyes again and settled back a little deeper against Dean's body, Dean's hand subconsciously pulling him a little closer. In spite of the fact that Sam was taller and broader, he loved being the little spoon, always had, Dean's body a rock that he knew wouldn't fail him. Sam looked over at the clock on his bedside table – it was nearly ten, an hour that Dean very rarely slept to.
Except on the nights he had a mind blowing orgasm.
Sam huffed contentedly and kissed the hand that Dean had wrapped around his chest, the skin sleep warm under his lips. Right as he was about to fall asleep again he became aware of the fact that he really needed to relieve himself, no matter how comfortable he was with Dean wrapped like a vine around him. As gently as he could, Sam wriggled out of Dean's embrace and went to the bathroom, immediately regretting the decision the moment his feet hit the cold floor. No matter, he'd be back soon enough.
By the time Sam got back from the bathroom Dean was lying in the bed awake, propped up on the pillows and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, yawning wide as his brain defogged. His whole body ached, his thighs and calves throbbing a little. He smiled to himself, because it meant that he'd gotten what he wanted most the night before and if he could have it his way he'd have it again soon.
Sam gently shut the door to his room and looked at Dean. "Morning, sleepy head."
Dean half-heartedly flipped him off and closed his eyes again. "Could have told me I'd slept half the day away bitch."
Sam moved over to the bed, crawling up Dean's body until he was practically nose to nose with him. "Like you don't appreciate the rest old man."
Dean's mock was one of mock offended. "I'm 25! Dad's old, not me."
Sam laughed, a sound that Dean heard far too seldom. "Don't worry, I'll pay for your Viagra."
Dean growled and flipped them, pinning Sam to the bed. "Maybe I should show you that experience comes with age." Dean's tone had taken on a sudden hue of desire, his pupils widening a little.
"Maybe you should." Sam's tone was half challenge, half unabated lust, something that Dean was completely powerless to resist even if he wanted to.
Dean pulled Sam's head down and kissed him, Sam's mouth immediately opening to Dean's probing tongue, tasting faintly of toothpaste. They'd gotten over morning breath long ago, instead choosing to enjoy the feel of each other's bodies underneath their hands. Dean spread his legs again, feeling the already hard line of Sam's cock through his boxers, Sam already rocking his hips and moving against him. Dean reached down with both hands and cupped Sam's ass, pulling him nearly flush against his body, cocks moving against each other, the friction delicious and perfect, Sam's arms encircled around his back, appreciating the defined muscles of Dean's shoulders.
Sam moved against Dean with a little more urgency, wanting to get to that place of pleasure that he liked best with his older brother, Dean arching up into his body, matching Sam move for move. Sam pressed the kiss a little harder, Dean's mouth wide open as if to consume Sam whole, feeling the slow build up to the peak of orgasm, his cock achingly hard, precome staining the leg of his underwear, Sam right there with him, both of them chasing that bliss that came with release.
Dean's back bowed up for one long moment, breaking the kiss and whispering "M'close" and Sam took one hand and reached down, giving Dean's cock three hard strokes through his underwear and then Dean was coming, hot and messy and soaking the inside of his underwear, Sam following not a moment later, feeling the wetness of Dean's come through his own underwear, the smell of sex filling the air as they came hard, shuddering with pleasure against each other.
Sam collapsed down on top of Dean, burying his face in Dean's shoulder and laughing. "I take back the old man remark."
Dean licked a stripe up the side of Sam's neck, tasting the salt that had come with sweat. "You're forgiven. Got an idea earlier Sammy – you want to hear it?"
Sam nodded, saying "You could probably get me to agree with anything at the moment."
Dean filed that little bit of knowledge away for later. "Dad's laid up in Oregon and I'm not really ready to leave you just yet, so what do you say we see go and see if Bobby wants some company. Give him something to grumble about for a day or two aside from old cars."
"Like you drinking all of his good bourbon?" Sam picked his head up and kissed Dean on the cheek.
"Exactly. But we don't have to leave right this second – it's kinda nice here, y'know?"
Sam gave Dean another warm kiss. "Sure."
Dean pulled Sam to his body once more.
. . .
It was almost one o'clock before they finally got packed up and rolling, spending far more time making out against various surfaces than doing any sort of putting clothes in bags. Not that Dean was complaining – Sam's kisses were more than worth the wait. They were crossing through the northern edge of Nevada, Sam's arm thrown over the back of the seat and rubbing gently at the nape of Dean's neck when Dean got a familiar glint in his eye.
Dean lowered the volume of the radio and put a hand on Sam's thigh, trying to keep his attention focused on the road in front of him. "Remember earlier when you said I could pretty much get you to agree to anything?"
Sam turned his gaze to Dean, licking his lips at the memory of Dean's body pressed up against his. "Mm-hmm."
Dean's lips curled upwards in a slight grin that belied his devious intent. "Been thinking about something an awful lot lately. Something we haven't done before."
Sam's head tilted in curiosity. "What's that?"
Dean's hand moved closer to Sam's crotch, Sam's legs spreading automatically in invitation. "Want you to blow me."
Sam's brow furrowed slightly in confusion, his cock fattening in his jeans as Dean's palm rubbed over it. "I've blown you lots of times Dean – what's so special about…. Oh you mean now." Sam's face lit up as he got what Dean was hinting at.
"And the Sasquatch gets the prize! Road head Sammy. Been fantasizing about that one for years."
"You mean you've never gotten it from anyone before?" Sam was genuinely surprised, reaching over and mimicking what Dean was doing to him.
Dean gasped, wanting to close his eyes and lean his head back as Sam cupped his cock and balls through his jeans. "Sure haven't. Kinda wanted you to be the first, you know?"
Sam unbuckled his seat belt and leaned over, mouth right against Dean's ear. "Just don't drive us off the road. I'll take care of everything." Sam bit down on Dean's earlobe, sucking the tender flesh gently into his mouth, the move taking every bit of Dean's willpower to not drive off the road.
Sam continued to kiss and nip gently at Dean's neck as he reached down and got Dean's jeans undone, pulling his thick cock out from the fly, careful to avoid the metal teeth of the zipper. Dean spread his legs as wide as he could and threw his right arm over the back of the seat, giving Sam as much room as possible. Sam wrapped a hand around Dean's shaft and began to gently stroke upwards, slowly getting Dean to full hardness, the double pleasure of Sam's now smooth palm and fingers and tongue and teeth working his earlobe making Dean go slightly cross eyed with pleasure, Sam's own cock straining against its denim confines.
Dean reached up and gently pressed at the back of Sam's head, telling him he needed to get this show on the road. Sam gave Dean's earlobe one final tug before shifting in the seat, his long torso laid across the leather as he bent down and got between Dean's body and the steering wheel, lips soft as he kissed the head of Dean's cock, a dark purple-red and already dripping with precome in spite of having come twice within the last twenty four hours. Dean never had this kind of recovery time with anyone but Sam, and the same went for Sam as well – it was as though they complemented each other's physical needs perfectly, both ready for each other at a moment's notice.
Sam's mouth was warm as he opened his lips and took Dean halfway down, long accustomed to Dean's girth, one hand still stroking the bottom half, stopping just past Dean's circumcision scar, gently using just his tongue to make Dean moan, sucking just enough to where Dean could feel the pull of Sam's mouth, resisting the urge to press down on Sam's head and have Sam take him all the way down. At the same time, he really didn't want to have to explain why they ran off the road as his brother choked to the cops.
Dean gritted his teeth and tried to concentrate on the road, Sam's fingers grazing over his balls as Sam moved his hand down to roll them between his fingers, gently tugging at them as he took more of Dean's cock into his mouth, Dean's legs shaking as Sam worked him, head bobbing up and down in Dean's lap, Dean very thankful that there was little traffic on the road to see them.
Sam felt Dean's cock get even thicker in his mouth, working up more spit as he began to suck Dean in earnest, the taste of salt on his tongue as slick poured from the end of Dean's cock, heady and powerful, Sam reaching down and getting himself out of his jeans, stroking himself along with the movements of his head, up, down, up down, taking in as much of Dean as he could, Dean grunting out "shit" above him.
Dean could feel it already, Sam's tongue and mouth working magic on him, dick hard enough to cut through diamond, orgasm rushing up from his toes, Sam coaxing it out of him, humming contentedly, the vibrations from Sam's voice rocking Dean like a tidal wave, a second later Sam did this thing with his tongue that nearly made Dean crash the car and then he was coming, Sam not missing a beat and swallowing every drop, his own climax spilling hot and messy all over his hand and jeans, Dean vaguely aware of the sound of it hitting the floorboards.
Sam sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then proceeded to lick his own seed from where it had gathered on his fingers and then Dean had to look away, the site mesmerizing. Sam offered a finger to Dean, wet with come, Dean grabbing a hold of Sam's wrist and bringing the proffered digit to his mouth, Sam's come tasting faintly of the fruit salad he'd had at lunch.
Dean's cock was still hanging out of his jeans as Sam took his hand away and tucked himself back in, using some napkins to clean himself up as best as he could, a lazy, sated smile spreading across his face. Dean spotted a rest stop up ahead, switching lanes and pulling into it when he got there, taking a parking space far away from prying eyes. He put the car in park and unbuckled his seatbelt, catching Sam by surprise by grabbing Sam's face and pulling him in for a deep kiss, tasting his and Sam's commingled come on his tongue, Sam's brain finally coming back to life and kissing Dean back, running his fingers through the short spikes of Dean's hair, Dean pressing so hard against him that he was sure he was going to fall out of the car.
After another moment, Dean broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Sam's, thumbs caressing Sam's cheeks. "Sammy…"
"I know Dean. I know."
Dean simply held his brother for another long moment before getting the car moving again, except this time he held Sam's hand in the seat between them as they started to head west again.
. . .
Between stopping for gas and driving in shifts it took them all of that day and through the night to get to Bobby's, arriving mid Thanksgiving morning, Dean having called ahead to let Bobby know that they were coming. Of course, Bobby had welcomed them right away, saying that he was planning on calling and asking if they could come.
Dean pulled up to the old house, Sam dozing lightly in the seat next to him, head resting against the window, his sweatshirt bunched up underneath to make a pillow. Dean took a moment to study him – how many times had they been in this exact situation before? Sam asleep in the passenger seat, pulling up to Bobby's house to have a safe haven for a few days, hoping to have some small degree of comfort in the tumult that was their lives. Countless times, Dean thought. It made him wish all the more that he could take Sam away from it all and just be with him, together, no monsters or demons or anything else bad.
Dean reached over and brushed Sam's cheek, Sam leaning into the touch slightly, Dean's skin warm against his, comforting.
"Wake up Sammy, can't stay here forever." Dean's voice was gentle, Sam's eyes fluttering open, Sam sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his face and looking around.
"Already?" Sam yawned wide, stretching his arms as much as he could in the confines of the Impala, Dean still watching him.
"Yeah. No cops on that last stretch, could move pretty quickly. Ready to go see what the old man's up to?"
Sam smiled and unbuckled his seat belt. "Yeah. C'mon, my ass hurts from sitting from so long."
Dean smirked and waggled his eyebrows. "Sure it's not from that truck stop back in Idaho?"
"Okay maybe that too." Sam smiled inwardly, remembering how Dean had dragged him into a bathroom stall and held his hand over his mouth while he fucked him quick and dirty. A pleasant little shiver ran down his spine at the memory, opening the door and unfolding himself from the car.
Dean bumped Sam's shoulder as he walked past him and up the front porch steps to knock on Bobby's door, Sam subtly reaching over and slipping a hand underneath the back of Dean's shirt to rub at the small of Dean's back, Dean pressing a little closer to him.
Instead of Bobby, they got Sheriff Mills, dressed in a flour stained apron and wearing a wide smile. "Sam! Dean! Nice to see you boys!" She opened the screen door and moved aside to let them in, hugging them both as they got inside, leading the way to the kitchen where Bobby was currently beating a bowl of potatoes into mashed submission and Dean could swear he saw a hair net underneath the ubiquitous trucker cap on Bobby's head.
Dean turned to Sam and said "Y'know, ghosts and goblins and ghouls are terrified of Bobby Singer but a bowl of potatoes won't back down. Thinking that maybe he's losing his edge." Dean couldn't keep the laughter out of his voice, spurred further by the glare that Bobby fixed him with and soon Sam was trying to conceal his own mirth as well.
Bobby dropped the beater into the bowl in front of him and wiped his brow. "Well, idjit, if you think you could do any better then let's see you beat them into submission." Bobby's mock anger had disappeared as he came around the table to fold Dean into a hug, then Sam, clapping them both on the back and saying "Good to see you boys. Was wonderin' when you'd get here and make yourselves useful."
Sam let go of Bobby and stepped back into place next to Dean, resisting the urge to put his arm around Dean's waist. "Well Dean's getting to be a safer driver in his advancing years." Sam winked at him, the morning before coming to mind.
Dean's gaze showed a flash of heat that disappeared just as quickly as it manifested. Dean cleared his throat and turned his attention to Bobby. "Say uh, Bobby – our old room clear for use?"
Bobby spoke without looking up from his bowl of potatoes. "Yep. Hope you don't mind sharing a bed though – those old twin beds were falling apart. Jodi got an old king through a case she worked and asked if I wanted it so I chucked out those other ones and brought that one in and fixed it up. Not that I have guests over too often but y'all are family so…" Bobby's voice trailed off, turning back to his potatoes.
Jody saw the look of glee that passed between Sam and Dean and looked down at the biscuits she was making, choosing to ignore whatever it was she had just seen.
Dean cleared his throat and said "Let's go get our bags Sammy and then we'll come back and help finish dinner." Dean canted his head towards the door, Sam following a moment later, still processing the words "king sized bed."
Dean was waiting with the trunk open, sitting on the lip when Sam finally got outside, Dean immediately pulling him down for a kiss, tongue snaking past Sam's lips, Sam pushing him away after a moment and saying "Not… not out here. Later Dean, I promise." That still didn't stop Dean from kissing him again, breathing against Sam's lips "Wanna ride you later."
It was all Sam could do to quell his erection as they made their way back to the house.
. . .
Dinner was served at two, but went on until four, the four of them gathered around Bobby's table, talking, laughing, eating – it was an all too rare and precious a moment that Dean really didn't want to end. He wound up sitting as close to Sam as he could without actually touching him, not wanting to let him out of his reach, intent on sticking close. If Bobby or Jody suspected anything, neither of them said a word. Dean tried to be subtle about looking at Sam, making sure he was happy. The problem was it was damn hard to keep his eyes off of him, those dimples and that smile out in full force, happy for once in his life. Dean felt a rush of affection for his little brother, looking down at his plate and subtly nudging Sam's foot with his own, Sam silently pressing back.
After dinner was done and the plates cleared, Jody said her goodbyes and left, Bobby making a line to his favorite recliner with a glass of whiskey, turning on the TV and promptly falling asleep as the Raiders played against the Panthers, his snores drowning out the volume after five minutes. Sam yawned too, looking wistfully towards the stairs as soon as the last of the dishes had been dried and put away. Dean saw the look in Sam's eyes, the look that said "need some time with you." Dean nodded, holding a finger to his lips so that they didn't wake Bobby as they headed for the stairs, avoiding the creaky steps.
Dean gently shut the door to their room behind them and let Sam lead him towards the bed, taking off his shoes, careful to not trip over them as he moved, Sam's legs connecting with the mattress as he pulled Dean down with him, turning them so that they weren't laying on full stomachs, tugging Dean close for a kiss as soon as they were comfortable. Dean reached up and threaded his fingers through Sam's hair, a gentle gesture that he knew Sam loved, Sam's hand sliding under the back of Dean's shirts and rubbing up and down, stroking his spine, just enjoying the feel of his brother under his skin.
They stayed like that for a long time, kissing and touching and taking time to feel each other. Dean broke the kiss a moment later and whispered "Want to know what I'm thankful for Sammy?"
Sam smiled and said "We don't have to do this Dean, promise."
Dean turned so that he could look down at Sam, who was lying on his back. "I want to. I don't say it often enough and… I want you to know."
Sam reached up and rubbed Dean's cheek, Dean's stubble rasping underneath his fingers. "Alright then – tell me Dean, and I'll listen."
Dean kissed Sam's forehead and laid his head down on the pillow next to Sam's head. "When I think about it, there's not really much that I have. I've got the Impala, Dad when he's not hell-bent on revenge or drunk, and the weapons and tools I use. But what beats all of that, I mean all of it, is you. I'm thankful for you Sammy. I'm thankful that you're my brother. And… my uh,…."
Sam smiled, snuggling a little closer to Dean. "Yeah?"
"My boyfriend. Lover. Just… words don't really do it justice y'know? Because you're a lot more than that to me. Always have been."
Sam just stared at Dean for a long moment, rubbing his thumb over Dean's cheek, smiling. "I love you."
Dean touched his forehead to Sam's, closing his eyes, Sam's hands on him, Dean knowing that in that moment there was absolutely nothing else in the world he wanted or needed more than his brother.
. . .
They wound up taking a nap, wrapped in each other's arms, Dean's head coming to rest on Sam's chest after a while, both of them warm and content. No one disturbed them, just the two of them left alone.
Dean woke up first, Sam's head turned away from him, mouth slightly open as he breathed in and out, bangs floppy over his forehead. Dean took a moment to just look at him, resisting the urge to touch Sam's face, lest he should wake him. As gently as he could, Dean extracted himself from Sam's embrace, getting up from the bed and kissing Sam on the forehead, quietly moving across the floor and shutting the door behind him.
Coming downstairs he found Bobby sitting at the table with a cup of coffee, a large, dusty book sitting in front of him, reading glasses perched on his nose. Bobby looked up at Dean as he entered.
"Have a good nap?"
Dean stretched and yawned, nodding as he did so. "Yeah. That bed's not too bad. Sammy didn't even kick me off once he got settled."
Bobby hummed his assent. "So sharing it won't be a problem for the next couple days?"
"Nah. Not like we haven't before anyway I mean… sleeping in the Impala growing up and all that." Dean wasn't about to say that he'd been sharing a bed with Sam like that for years now.
Bobby turned back to his coffee and book and didn't say anything else.
Dean looked around for a moment, spying the pumpkin spice flavoring sitting on Bobby's counter next to the coffee pot. He got a tall mug out of the cabinet above his head, filling it as much as he could and dumping the customary fuckton of creamer that he knew Sam liked in his coffee. After a little sugar he sprinkled in the pumpkin spice, careful to not get it all over the counter.
After pouring himself a cup of plain black coffee he made his way back up the stairs, bumping the door open with his hip. Sam was still asleep, turned away from Dean, his shirt bunched up slightly to where Dean could see the smooth skin at the bottom of his back, the waistband of his boxer shorts sticking up over his belt. Dean crept quietly towards the bed, setting the coffee on the nightstand and coming up beside Sam, kissing neck and rubbing the side of his thigh.
"Wake up Sammy, got something for you." Sam half-heartedly batted at Dean to get him away, but Dean didn't budge. Instead he sucked Sam's earlobe into his mouth and rubbed his crotch.
That got Sam's attention.
Sam flipped Dean so fast that Dean was still registering his change of position when Sam dipped his head and kissed him hard, pressing his long body to Dean's, Dean's brain finally catching up with the rest of him and kissing Sam back, reaching down and squeezing Sam's ass.
Just as soon as he'd started Sam pulled back, straddling Dean's waist. "Now what did you have for me?"
"Uh… coffee. There." Dean was still too busy thinking about Sam's lips on his to be of much use at the moment.
Sam looked to where Dean was indicating, spying the tall mug, steam curling from its top, the coffee light brown, indicating that Dean had actually taken the time to try and make it good for him. He smiled down at Dean and reached for it, taking a sip as soon as he had it to his lips, savoring the taste.
"Dean is there pumpkin spice in this?"
"Yeah, so?"
Sam smiled again, taking another pull and closing his eyes. It tasted delicious – Dean had gotten the balance of it just right. Damn the fact that he was probably burning his tongue but he kept drinking until half the cup was gone, smacking his lips in approval.
"'S good Dean. Really good. Might have to show you my appreciation." Sam got that glint in his eye that meant Dean was about to get laid.
"And how're you gonna do that Sammy?"
"Why don't you drink up and I'll show you." Sam settled back, deliberately rocking his hips and feeling Dean get hard in his jeans, swearing under his breath. Dean drained his cup in record time, the coffee a delicious burn down his throat, hot enough to warm his insides like whiskey.
Sam finished his own drink and leaned forward again, setting his cup aside and kissed Dean on the lips, Dean's mouth immediately opening for Sam's tongue, the sweet spice on Sam making Dean kiss back just a little harder, trying to get at that wonderful taste. Dean suddenly liked pumpkin spice a lot more, reaching a hand up to lay on the back of Sam's head, pulling him a little closer, spreading his legs a little more so that Sam could fit in between them better,
Sam ran his hands over Dean's body, feeling the solidness of it through Dean's gray t-shirt, the amulet around Dean's neck pressing into Sam's sternum as he melded himself to his brother's body, denim rubbing against denim, cocks getting hard, both of them already getting wet for each other. It was like a dance they'd known all their lives, each step getting smoother and more perfect every time they came together like this.
Dean's hands skittered along the hem of Sam's shirt, tugging upwards, Dean's blunt fingernails scraping over smooth skin, familiar and perfect. Sam obliged him by sitting up and tugging it over his head, Sam's near flawless body bare and exposed for Dean's greedy eyes, surging forward to lick Sam's chest, kissing in between his pecs, moving to suck Sam's left nipple into his mouth, tugging at it with his teeth, pain-pleasure setting Sam's nerves alight.
"Dean…." Sam's mind had gone blank, Dean's hands on his body, one down the back of his pants and cupping his ass and the other moving up and down his side, invisible contrails left by Dean's touch, raising gooseflesh and making Sam shudder.
Dean was on edge, the need to touch Sam overwhelming, having been denied that all day. Yeah Bobby was downstairs but he also respected their privacy, always had. Sam was too good to not pass up, no matter what, especially when he got like this, all needy and pliant for Dean, trying hard to stifle the moans spilling from his lips.
Dean bit down on Sam a little harder, Sam's head tossing back, the veins and sinews of his neck standing out, Dean feeling his cock hard against his stomach, tenting out his jeans. There was no hiding the fact that Sam was hung and Dean loved it, loved it when Sam used that huge cock on him and right now that was what he wanted more than anything.
Dean let go of Sam and pulled Sam's head down again, saying low and rough against his lips "Want you use your tongue on me, get me nice and loose for you. Then I wanna ride you baby, want to feel that big fucking cock in me, make me come on it. Can you do that Sammy?"
Goaded by Dean's words, Sam climbed out of Dean's lap, flipping Dean onto his stomach with a growl, tugging at Dean's jeans. Dean let Sam pull them down, taking his underwear with them, not even getting to unbuckle his belt so desperate was he to have Sam's tongue in him. Sam flung them to the floor as soon as got them off of him, taking off Dean's socks and pulling back on his hips, raising Dean up so that he was bent forward, Dean's hole a pretty pink pucker just waiting to be teased open.
Dean braced himself for the feel of Sam's tongue on him, knowing that it was going to be hard to keep quiet as soon as he had Sam on him like that, closing his eyes and relaxing his breath. Sam took his time, kissing Dean's lower back and down his thighs, trying to raise dean's awareness of how close he was to him even more, Dean's skin on fire by the time Sam was done, his body shaking with anticipation, the words want and need playing over and over again in his mind.
"C'mon Sammy, need you. Need my sweet boy to get me good and wet." Dean wasn't sure where that particular term had come from but right now he didn't care – he was too drunk on lust and Sam's touch to bother thinking about it too much.
Apparently that did the trick because all of a sudden Sam was in him – long, wet tongue teasing at his most intimate space, Dean smashing his face into the pillow and moaning, glad he'd thought to lock the door when he'd come in, Sam's enormous hands on his ass and holding him open, feeling deliciously exposed. Sam didn't hold back either, getting Dean sopping wet, dark musky taste not causing him to pause in the slightest, if anything wanting more of it.
Sam felt his cock leaking in his underwear, not taking his face away from Dean's body as he reached down and undid his jeans, shoving them down as far as he could, his cock springing free, head shiny-wet with precome. Sam stripped his cock with his right hand and put the other back on Dean, tongue getting at the softer skin inside Dean, Dean's cock and balls hanging heavy in between his spread legs.
Dean could feel his balls retract and lower in time with his throbbing cock, precome leaking onto the blankets underneath him. He could get off on this, just this, Sam's tongue taking him apart and putting him back together again in the same motion, had come from just this before, always wondering how Sam had gotten so damn good at it, trying not to think about it too much.
Sam finally decided that Dean had had enough and got off the bed, finishing stripping himself, going to his bag and digging for the lube. It was right in the side pocket, where it was supposed to be, noticing that the bottle was almost empty, just enough for one more go round before it had to be tossed. Getting back on the bed (Dean's shirt now gone) he pulled Dean in for another kiss as he finished prepping him with his fingers, one, two, three in quick succession, the stretch and burn too good to be true, Dean moaning softly into Sam's mouth as the long digits crooked and found Dean's swollen prostate, Sam pressing into it mercilessly, Dean's hips bucking up and seeking friction that wasn't there, Sam playing him like a virtuoso at the keyboard.
"Ready for me Dean?" Sam's voice was lust-rough, gravelly.
"Yeah, yeah baby. C'mon, wanna ride you now." Sam gave him another kiss and flipped them again, the mattress mercifully silent as Dean got into position, lowering himself onto Sam's cock in one long go, tossing his head back and biting on his bottom lip as he filled himself with Sam, Sam's hands gripping his hips and keeping him steady, Dean taking him in until Sam was completely buried inside him, thighs quivering as he held himself up.
It was a long moment before Dean started to move, his hole stretched wide and tears in his eyes as he felt Sam's cock bump against his sweet spot, chest heaving as he drew in deep breaths. Sam was slack jawed, Dean tight and hot as a furnace around him, staring up at his beautiful brother, a little disbelieving that he got to call Dean his and that they did this, this beautiful, intimate thing that had always felt so right between them.
Dean held a finger up to his lips as he felt himself finally get more adjusted to Sam, Sam nodding in understanding as he began to rock and circle his hips, Sam's hands gripping and squeezing him, Dean's cock hard as a rock and moving with his body, looking into Sam's eyes as he rode him, sucking on his bottom lip, mouthing "love you" at Sam, Sam's mouth open and that pretty pink tongue licking his lips, trying to keep his moans quiet, Dean completely in control of the situation, expert in all things Sam.
Sam was surprised at how long Dean managed to keep at it, hips rolling, rocking, bouncing up and down on Sam, all the while doing a stellar job of staying quiet. Sam reached up and tugged on Dean's cock, motions slow and deliberate, just like Dean was riding him, eyes locked with each other, orgasms building building building building, both of them so very, very close that it was maddening, Sam jacking Dean a little bit faster, Dean's hips speeding up, desperate to come now, Sam's eyes begging, pleading and all it took was one more twist of his hips and Sam exploded, teeth clinched as he shuddered, cock white-hot inside Dean, hips fucking up involuntarily, Dean following a second later, soaking Sam's torso and hand in come, thick white spurts contrasting against the tan of Sam's skin, pooling and running in rivulets in between the sharp lines of Sam's abs, bleachy smell filling the air, both of them mindless save for pleasure, reveling in the shared bliss.
Dean collapsed down onto Sam, thighs finally giving out, bracing a hand on either side of Sam's body, amulet hanging heavy around his neck, both of them breathing hard. Sam closed his eyes, body painted with come and sweat. Dean couldn't resist running a finger through the mess and bringing it to Sam's lips, cock twitching as Sam sucked the digit into his mouth and slurping on it greedily, holding Dean's wrist still until it was completely clean.
"Better now Sammy?" Dean asked after they'd gotten cleaned up and were laying side by side, naked under the covers, Dean's body tucked back against Sam's,
"More than better. 'M gonna miss this Dean." Sam pressed a gentle kiss to Dean's temple, Dean snuggling a little closer.
"I know baby, I know. But I promise I'll come around again soon. You think I don't miss it too?"
"I know you do Dean. But I do have Christmas break in a couple weeks…"
Dean turned his head and smiled. "That so?"
"Yep. A whole month too. Figure I could come with you, take on a couple cases, make some noise in every motel we stay in. What do you say?"
Dean's warm kiss was the only answer he needed.