Thank you all for the lovely reviews, they helped me in my resolve to continue. I'm thinking this might be a four or five shot story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. I only love it.
Luck, for once, was on their side. Or rather Dean's side, because he was about to blow if they hadn't found the motel within ten minutes. Just ten minutes and Sam had Dean's insides twisted up and his pants tight and uncomfortable. Sam had decided to play "Tease Dean" as soon as they got back on the road; he decided he was going to make Dean become a hot mess while he couldn't do anything but keep his eyes straight and drive.
As soon as Dean pulled onto the road, Sam slid over the seat and began palming Dean's cock through his pants as he licked behind his ear and blew over it lightly, causing a slight shiver to run through Dean's body. His little brother was moaning hotly in his ear, just moaning and it was so fucking hot, dirty and down-right porn worthy that it had Dean moving his hips for Sam to touch him harder.
Sam drew Dean's ear lobe into his mouth, licking, pulling, biting and sucking as he undid Dean's pants. He figured some payback was in order for how Dean nearly made him come on the side of the road, only to be interrupted by reality. He made his way through Dean's briefs and touched the hard, hot flesh that he thought he'd always just imagine touching. He wrapped his hand around Dean's cock and groaned when his fingers barely touched around it.
"Fuck Dean, I almost can't wrap my hand around you. So fucking big, big brother," Sam panted into Dean's neck as he licked his tendon and squeezed his cock. Dean made a noise between a gasp, groan and moan at his words. It was two words that really did it for him and it surprised him more than Sam. "You like when I call you that? Big brother? Hmm? Fuck, even I like the sound of it."
Dean's hands gripped the steering wheel as a flash of arousal flew through his whole body. He knew it was all kinds of wrong to get off on hearing his brother call him big brother as he intimately touched him. Hell, everything was wrong at the moment. But it couldn't bring himself to give a damn. He felt Sam's teeth bite into his jugular and took a deep breath as a surge of burning desire flowed through him.
Sam grinned as he released Dean's flesh from his teeth, thanking God that Dean had a biting kink because Dean would quickly learn how much Sam liked to bite and be bitten. Sam moved his hand up and down as he twisted his wrist when he neared the head of Dean's cock, enjoying the hiss of pleasure that Dean made. He didn't grip Dean's cock as hard as he had in the beginning; he couldn't let Dean come just yet, he wanted to draw it out as long as possible before they hit a motel.
As for Dean, he was trying his hardest to keep control of himself and the car, but goddamn if that wasn't the hardest thing...well besides his erection. He'd never felt this much desire before, he'd never felt like he was about to come due to a few strokes and kisses. The effect his Sammy had on him was frightening and enlightening at the same time. He knew that whatever happened between them tonight, it was going to be mind-blowing.
He nearly whined though, which he'll deny if Sam ever brings it up, when Sam took his hand off his cock. But as he looked at Sam from the corner of his eyes he moaned as he watched Sam lick his palm several times and then sucked each of his fingers slowly. Dean thought about how hot Sam's mouth would be on his cock and the deep arousal at the thought must of shown on his face and in his eyes because Sam slowly grinned as he popped out his pinky. He placed his hand under Dean's briefs again and wrapped them around the thick meat that was all his now. The effect was immediate when he started pumping his hand on Dean's shaft, alternating between a hard and soft grip. Dean's head fell back and he struggled to keep his eyes open. The lick of fire in his belly was growing far too fast for his liking but the pleasure he was feeling really made up for feeling like a teenager getting his first hand job.
"Dean, as much as I want to continue this, it would be really uncomfortable to have your cock inside me in the back seat, if you pass that motel," Sam purred into Dean's ear.
"Shit. Fuck." Sam's words had him opening his eyes wide and looked around. He nearly missed the motel and quickly swerved into the parking lot, breathing heavily due to Sam's words. He couldn't think of anything else other than being inside his Sammy. But his body, unlike his mind, was more aware of what was going on because his cock was rather cold now, Sam's hand no longer on it but instead he turned off the Impala and took the key out of the ignition and put it on the dashboard.
Dean stared at Sam, first his eyes then his mouth...that was currently sporting a lavish grin. "I'll go get our room, and you get yourself situated and get our bags." He could only nod after Sam gave him a quick but hot kiss and then let himself out of the car to go to the motel office.
Dean zipped and button himself up,closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. Then his eyes flew open. Cocktease, was all Dean could think. He knew there was always a motel sign within ten to twenty miles the motel. Sam planned it. Oh, he was going to get it. He took the key, got out, locked the doors and then headed to the trunk for their bags. As soon as he got them in his hands he closed and locked the trunk and headed towards the office when Sam finally came out.
Sam lead him silently to room 13, furthest from the office, and unlocked the door. He stepped inside, holding the door open for Dean and closed and locked it as soon as Dean was inside. As soon as he turned to face Dean and before he could say anything, he was pushed against the door, mouth devoured by Dean's and body held tightly against the door by his big brothers hands. He moaned, his mouth unintentionally inviting Dean's tongue in. Sam gripped the back of Dean's neck as Dean ran his tongue along the roof of Sam's mouth, and Sam gripped Dean's right bicep as hard as he could. He'd never felt such red hot passion with just a single kiss before, he doubted he ever would feel that again with anyone else other than Dean.
Sam ground his hips against Dean's, as their tongues danced together, slick and smooth and so delicious, they both thought they found a new addiction. Sam moved his hands to Dean's jacket and quickly shed it as Dean took what was left of Sam's torn shirt. Which made Dean think about what the person who checked them in must of thought. As if reading his mind, Sam panted out as he withdrew his lips from Dean's, "Lady asked if I'd been attacked. Told her my lover just couldn't wait. Looked out the window and she blushed. You'd just shut the trunk, we could see the marks I left," Sam grinned, his eyes lust glazed and mouth upturned in a smirk. "Fucking beautiful sight I've ever seen."
"So far Sammy. You haven't see all of me yet," Dean quipped back smugly.
Sam ripped Dean's shirt down the middle, just as Dean had done to him. He leaned his forehead against Dean's and whispered "Then show me what I'm missing out on De." Sam's old, childhood nickname for him caused him to shudder. But then he shrugged the torn shirt off, toed his boots and socks off and undid his pants. He walked backwards to the only bed in the room, king sized, thank God, and peeled his jeans down.
He sat on the bed in nothing but his briefs and said with a careless smirk, "Fair's fair Sammy. Strip for your big brother."
Sam blushed and the reaction only made Dean hotter for him. He took off his shoes and socks and then took a deep breath. He'd never felt so exposed, vulnerable and powerful at the same time. The way Dean was looking at him made him feel invisible. He ran his fingers through his hair, stroked his hands down his neck and slowly made his way to his nipples. He circled his fingers around them and placed his thumbs and forefingers between each one and pinched hard, letting out a noisy groan. He left one hand to trail down his hard, hairless and ripped abdomen to the button of his jeans. The other hand was still teasing his nipple, pulling, pinching and rubbing. His nipples always had been sensitive.
He undid the button and slowly unzipped his jeans. Sam brought his hand up to play with both nipples, he pinched them hard, as a reminder to not come too fast. Sliding both hands down his chest to his hips he slowly slipped the jeans off, revealing his plain, black boxers and lean, muscled legs. He stepped out of his jeans, all the while looking at Dean, showing his brother every emotion and feeling he was enveloped by.
Dean's breath hitched as he watched Sam walk to him until he stood in between his stretched out legs. Sammy was beautiful, he thought. Out of everyone he'd seen, his Sammy was the most precious and most beautiful. Dean leaned forward til his forehead rested on Sam's abdomen, then tucked his chin in to place a soft but wet kiss to the soft, hairless and perfect flesh before him. Fuck, he had to see him all. Had to.
I realize it is shorter than the first chapter but bare with me, please. Reviews help with inspiration!