A/N: As promised, here's the epiloge. Hope you'll like it -it surely made me wet. (I meant from sweat! God, these people!)
Important: Chapter is dedicated to JamesParker (I'm crossing my fingers, man. I honestly think it's less mushy that the 1st chapter. Tell me if I disappointed *smiles sweetily*)
Rated: M (Although I've no idea if it's a lemon, or a lime, or just smut -or whatever the hell you call 'em.)
Warnings: slash, INCEST, rimming, first time, use of endearments, and all that.
Disclaimer: Haven't we been though that, already? *huffs*
Their lips crashed into contact with a passion so fierce and intense Sam could swore he was breathing through Dean's lungs, not his own. Dean dug his fingers into Sam's waist, pulling him closer, closer, closer. Sam gasped and scrabbled for a better hold on Dean's muscular shoulders, desperate to get as much of his body in contact with his brother's as was physically possible. He wanted to melt into Dean, feel every inch of him surrounding Sam like a safe blanket; he wanted to breathe Dean's breaths, think his thoughts, and feel every flicker of emotion coursing through his veins. He was startled with how much desire his heart and soul were capable of. His whole being ached with feelings so strong they completely outstripped any rational thoughts left in his brain.
Dean's lips gentled against Sam's, the fierce grasp of his hands softened, became caresses, strokes, sighs of pleasure on Sam's skin, as boots, shirts, jeans and Dean's trademark undershirt, started to decorate random spots on the carpeted floor, of a motel... somewhere flat America. Dean lifted his head, lips swollen and bruised, breathing harsh. His lashes flickered open and he blinked down at his brother dazedly.
"Sammy?" Dean murmured as Sam blinked his own lashes, not surprised to find them damp and heavy. He felt oddly shy as warm green eyes quartered his face possessively, but he fought it, figuring he was probably losing as warm blood rushed under his skin and Dean's chest heaved a deep breath against his own.
Before Sam could say anything, he suddenly found them both naked, touching and groping as if it was their first time. In a sense it was, they'd never done anything like this out of love before, which would make this experience much more memorable.
Dean turned him so Sam was laying on his back and trailed one finger down his body, then up again, "Do you want me to suck you off, Sam? My mouth around your dick, swallowing all of it's length, drinking your sweet cum and savoring every drop?" he grasped Sam's cock and stroked slowly.
"So hard for me, little brother. I could just jerk you off all night; keep you on the edge, make you moan, make you beg. Is that what you want?" Dean shifted between Sam's legs, leaning down and flicking his tongue over the tip.
Dean suckled the head of Sam's quivering member, swirling his tongue around it, before suckling some more. Sam tried to buck up, but Dean held him still, "Slow down there, baby boy. I'm not gonna do this quickly. I'm gonna take my time; gonna make love to you until all you can remember is my name."
Dean sucked the top three inches down and raised his head, "You have the prettiest cock I've ever seen; the most perfect," he licked the length as if to emphasise, "Ooh yeah, so hard and stiff, just the way I want it to be."
"Please," Sam begged, the reason unknown to him.
"Please what? What do you want me to do, Sammy?" Dean pressed on, wanting to hear his brother's voice cracking with need again.
"Rim the hell out of me, man!" Sam managed to order, aggressively.
"Rim you, huh?" Dean smirked, "You kinky bastard," he purred, as he leaned further down, bending his head and fingered around Sam's puckering hole.
"It's okay if you don't wanna- DEAN!" Sam cried as Dean's tongue dipped into his hole.
"There's not one place in your whole body that can disgust me, baby, don't worry," Dean assured as he dived once again to lave at Sam's crack, and then pushed his tongue inside. "So tight," he murmured, almost inaudibly.
Dean tongue-fucked Sam a bit more, then returned his attention to Sam's straining erection. Dean took about an inch in his mouth, raising his head to tease the tip, tongue putting pressure on the slit, suckling the head and swallowing another inch. He repeated the motions again and again until he had Sam all the way down his throat.
Sam had remained as still as he possibly could, considering the circumstances, allowing Dean to do whatever he pleased, but his hands, almost involuntary, slid into Dean's hair, holding Dean's mouth down, as he pistoned his hips.
Sam was fucking Dean's mouth and Dean was letting him, and Sam was going to fucking cum, he was sure of it and... that's when Dean forced Sam to let go of his head.
"The hell? Why did you stop?" Sam managed to gasp out.
"Don't you wanna be fucked, Sammy? Don't you want my cock up your ass?" Dean wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, eyes clouding to a darker shade of green and filled with lust and love and the whole damn thing.
"Yes," Sam's breath hitched, "Yes, please. Need it so bad. Need you so bad," Sam wanted to move, touch, kiss, fucking reciprocate in some way but he could only tighten his hands on Dean's shoulders for leverage and hold on, because it felt like falling.
"Shh, I gotcha," Dean promised as he pushed Sam's knees back, resting his dick against Sam's entrance. He spread those luscious cheeks and lead the head in, seeing Sam wince.
"It's supposed to feel better in a little bit, I promise Sammy," he murmured softly against Sam's sweaty throat.
"It hurts," Sam informed him, actually sounding surprised.
"I know, baby. I swear the pain goes away," Dean shoothed, getting another two inches in.
"God, Dean. I can't take much more," Sam said, not knowing if he wanted for Dean to just snap his hips so he'd be all the way in already, or for him to back off.
"You can, I know you can," Dean outright begged. He was too far gone to stop; it was like his cock had a life of it's own and pressed in deeper. He wiggled his hips, leaning down for a kiss and his cock slid all the way in, "There we go..." he praised Sam, who was still whimpering softly. "Now, if I could just find-"
"OHMYGOD!" Sam all but screamed and Dean fought back a triumphal smile.
"That would be your prostate, Sammy," he introduced.
"Do that again!" Sam's back arched up from the bed, bringing his chest closer to Dean's, eyelids pressed together tightly.
"I'll try, baby," Dean smirked and shifted inside a few more times before he found it. He angled correctly and stroked over that pleasure spot again and again, listening to Sam's moans, his begging and his "OH- FUCK- DEAN!"
Dean settled on a pounding rhythm, feeling the tightness and the heat around his dick, the way Sam's internal muscles were contracting; his baby brother was going to cum.
"Let go, Sammy. Oh yeah, cum for me, cum for your big brother," he coaxed, downright refusing to lose it, unless Sam was satisfied.
The force building up united them into one beat. They were one big pulse. The two of them rocked together, connected, like it was never going to end. Of course it ended. Lighting shot through their stiff, straining bodies wanting to burn them up like that - together; not let them split apart again.
"Faster," Sam managed to beg as Dean's lips tugged along his ear. Sam dug his nails into his back and Dean literally howled from the pain. Sam felt Dean's cock driving deeper as his anal muscles squeezed tighter and tighter.
"Mine, Sammy, all mine," Dean rasped, his breath hitching.
When Sam came, it was devastating. Dean hit that spot inside him just right, just as he thrust his tongue deep into Sam's mouth, and that was it. Sam exploded, jerking hard and spattering cum over them both as his cock erupted. He sucked in his cry of release as he plunged his tongue in Dean's mouth, muffling the noise enough that it probably wasn't audible at all.
Dean dropped down on top of him, pinning Sam as he ground hard into his limp body and came. The wet heat filled Sam, seed driven in deeper as Dean rabbitted into him and continued to cum, "Love you, Sammy- Oh fuck- Love you so fucking much-" He was greying out, lost to everything that wasn't his brother.
He didn't want to leave the warmth, so he stayed on top of Sam for a long moment, but, as he grew soft Dean slid out, hearing Sam grunt.
Finally, Dean did move, shifting onto his elbows to look down at Sam. The shadowed expression was impossible to read, probably would have been even in full light, but Sam suspected that Dean found him very easy to read. That everything he felt was right there on his face, just as it always had been. Not sure what to expect, Sam was somewhat (but not really) startled when Dean leaned in to kiss him once more, this time soft and gentle, coaxing a response instead of demanding one.
Tentively, as if the action might harm him, Sam kissed Dean's lips, first the top one, then the bottom, sucking each one softly into his mouth. Then he pressed his lips fully against Dean's briefly, before slowly running his nose down Dean's cheek to his neck content with simply breathing in his brother's musky scent.
They lay for quite a while, a panting pile of limps, each trying to figure out just what to say to the other when they could breathe, and unaware of their post coital actions, Dean nuzzling deeper against Sam's throat, licking softly at the droplets of sweat he found there, Sam smoothing his hands over Dean's trembling back and pressing soft kisses into his damp hair.
After a while, they both remembered that they were supposed to say something, anything, and they stiffened, afraid of each other and themselves, terrified of whatever it was that might follow.
"Oh god that was incredible. Now I see why gay guys like it so much," Dean blabbered out suddenly, unable to restrain his excitement. Sam stared at him bewildered, before they both burst out laughing, grateful that the point to feel awkward had come and go.
"I'm hungry," Sam declaired.
"Aw, baby bro wants me to feed him," Dean tried to mock, but it came out more huskily than he intended, as his mind drifted to thoughts of with what he could feed his brother with. Dean should have felt repulsion for the nasty images his dirty mind was producing, but, meh, he was going to hell, anyway.
"Later," he half-moaned, sliding his body all the way down Sam's torso to nuzzle his face against Sam's flaccid cock.
"Dean, what are you- ah- mmm- again? really?" Sam asked, oh so eloquently, as his member twiched with interest to his brother's treatment.
"We-e-ell," Dean drawled, tongue dragging lazily along the length of a suddenly very awake and eager part of Sam's male anatomy, "if you're really that hungry, I can-" he chuckled around Sam's quivering semi-hardness, when Sam's hand forced him to shut up with quiet the unorthodox way.
"Man, if you don't get on with it, I swear I'm gonna shoot you," Sam groaned as Dean sucked his now standing in full attention member deep inside his throat.
And, well, let's just say... they ate much much later.
A/N: C'mon! Tell me if you liked, I'm waiting *loads shotgun*