Thank you to everyone for the reviews and follows and favorites! It's insane and incredible how many I've received because I didn't think I'd get any. It has made me want to write some more Sam/Dean stories. I made this chapter a little longer for you guys! Hope you like it!
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He had wanted to do this slow, make it something they'd both remember no matter what happened. He wanted to give Sam something special and perfect, and of course he wanted to slowly torture Sam in pleasure as payback for being a cock tease but Dean couldn't help it anymore. Sammy was shuddering, in sweet and perfect pleasure, by a simple kiss to his stomach. So Dean peeled Sam's boxers down as he peeked up at him, catching his eyes as he kissed his way down towards Sam's cock.
He didn't do anything other than breathe against his little's brother long, thick and solid rock hard cock. He was perfect, and proportional everywhere it seemed, Dean thought. He might want this hard and fast right now, but he was going to get back at Sam first. He could hear him breathing heavily as Dean slowly enclosed his lips over the leaking head of Sam's cock. He didn't suck, he didn't do anything other than rest the hot flesh on his tongue, slightly caught in between his teeth, as a sort of warning for Sam to not move. This was his first time on the giving end of a blow job, and he wanted to get a feel for it and still tease his little brother.
Looking into Sam's eyes, Dean saw the anticipation, desire, need, want, lust and impatience. He knew he was holding back for Dean's sake, but Dean also knew Sam was slowly going mad, finally having the mouth he'd been craving for years on him but not moving. So Dean showed a little mercy and pressed his tongue against the smooth skin, licked his way up to the slit as he tucked his lips over his teeth. Sam gasped as he sucked hard on the head. He felt Sam's hands on his shoulders, felt him squeeze hard as Dean moved his mouth down the shaft slowly, trying to take his time as he tried to take as much of Sam's cock as he could without gagging.
Sam couldn't decide if he was in hell or heaven...maybe limbo as he felt like he was in the middle of dying and living. Dean's perfect lips were stretched around his cock, those perfect, plump, kissable lips. But he was going too slowly and he couldn't understand where all the urgency went and why Dean wanted to go so slow. As amazing as it was, he wanted it fast and hard. He wanted Dean to finally be inside him but he also wanted Dean's lips to stay on and around him. But faster, harder. Just more. He vocalized this and felt Dean's lips twitch as if he was trying to grin as he slid his lips down more of Sam's cock and Sam understood. Payback was a bitch. But a sweet bitch indeed. He teased Dean, now Dean was returning the gesture. He groaned and then threw his head back in pleasure as he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of Dean's throat. Fuck.
Dean wanted to cheer and pat himself on the back for managing to fit all of his little brother's cock into his mouth. His lips were slightly sore and his mouth felt so full...He loved it. Loved the weight of the flesh on his tongue and in his mouth, loved the taste and smell of Sam. He flicked his eyes up towards Sam's face and watched as he swallowed hard. Sam's hands moved to Dean's short hair and gripped as he gasped and moaned, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, his mouth gaping open. Dean fell in love with the noises his Sammy was making. He moved his mouth up Sam's cock as he zigzagged his tongue on the way. Sam's body was shaking with need by the time Dean had just the head in his mouth. He licked under the cock head, and then pressed his tongue hard against the head as he moved the tip of his tongue into the slit and licked in, tasting Sam's pre-cum.
"Dean. Please. Fuck, I need you. No more teasing, please. Wanna feel you on me, in me, please. Dean. Dean," Sam chanted his name over and over, squeezing his hands harder on Dean's shoulders and then leaned his head back down to look at Dean and groaned. It looked like Dean was made for sucking his cock. He knew he'd never get rid of the sight and he really wanted to watch Dean suck him more. But he wanted he feel his big brother's cock inside him. Fucking himself on his fingers while he fantasized it being Dean wasn't enough anymore.
Sam softly slid his hands up to Dean's jaw, and pressed his thumbs against each corner of Dean's soft mouth, still stretched around his cock. He rubbed his thumbs over his brother's bottom lip and whispered, "Dean. I need you. I want you. Want your lips on mine, please. Please De," he pleaded, using the nickname to show Dean how much he needed him. He'd always used it when he was little and he needed Dean to help him with something as simple as reaching for something he couldn't to something as complicated as homework.
Dean's heart skipped a beat at the look of desperate need and want plainly written on his Sammy's face. He let go of Sam's cock with a loud pop and grinned as he stood up and wrapped his hands in Sam's long, soft hair. He brought Sam's head down and brought their lips together, just softly at first and then Sam's hands were on his hips and he ground their cocks together and Dean let go. He attacked Sam's mouth, biting and sucking on his lips before prying Sam's lips apart and thrusting his tongue inside, tasting him as he rubbed his tongue along Sam's. Dean felt his briefs being pulled down and sighed in relief. He was throbbing and the feel of being against Sam fully naked took its toll on him.
He grabbed Sam's shoulder's, whipped them around quickly as to get Sam towards the bed. He pushed him and Sam shoved himself up towards the headboard, his head resting on a pillow as Dean crawled over his body as he slid his hands over the smooth flesh he passed on his way up to reach Sam's mouth again.
Sam's hands planted themselves over Dean's back, pulling him tighter against his body, groaning as their cocks slid against each other. Their mouths crashed together, wet, hot and fiery. Dean held Sam's head between his hands, dominating their kiss as he thrust his hips against Sam's, relishing in the fact that his baby brother was finally under him, writhing in pleasure and eagerness. He broke his mouth away from Sam's to breathe and started to trail kisses over Sam's neck, sucking the flesh into his mouth to leave more marks.
He felt Sam's hands move down his back, pressing into his skin as he moved to Dean's ass cheeks and pressed down hard to grind their cocks together harder, wanting more friction. Just wanting more. Dean slid his hand down Sam's stomach, reaching for both of their erections, his hand holding them in place as he moved his hips faster and harder into each other.
Sam let out a long purr-like sound that Dean was so going to tease him about later. Much, much later. Sam threw his left arm towards the nightstand, trying to find lube or lotion, just something for Dean to prep him with because he had to get Dean's cock inside of him soon or he'd blow. He opened the drawer and turned his head to see what he lifted out. Dean then bit his teeth into the flesh beneath Sam's right ear, then licked over the bite mark softly to soothe the pleasurable burn it produced.
Sam closed his eyes, his breath stuttering, his body burning, cock throbbing, mind going numb. He opened them as quickly as he closed them as he felt a bottle in the drawer, he grasped at it and picked it up, looked at it. Lube...Thank God for cheap motels that hosted mainly prostitutes and their johns. He decided to forgo looking for condoms, he wanted nothing but the lube and Dean's bare flesh inside him.
He panted out Dean's name and moaned as Dean hummed against his skin in answer. "Need you inside me. Got lube."
Dean lifted his face to look at Sam and breathed in deeply when he saw the wanton need and desire plainly painted on his gorgeous face. He let go of their cocks to hold Sam's face in his hands and kissed him deeply, his tongue making love to Sam's as he tried to show him without words just how much Sam meant to him and how much he wanted this. Sam hummed deep in his throat, knowing him and loving him enough to understand what the kiss meant.
Dean lifted his lips from Sam's and took the lube from his hand, grinning lavishly and moved himself in between Sam's open legs. Sam opened them wider, planting his feet on the bed, knees bent so Dean had plenty of room to prep him. He gasped as he felt a coldness at his hole, thankful that Dean was as in a hurry as he was. He groaned as he felt the tip of Dean's finger slip inside him, slowly inching in, as if Dean was afraid to hurt him. "More Dean, I can handle it. I've used my fingers before thinking of you."
Dean growled at the thought and reached down to slam his lips against Sam's as he pressed in another lubed up finger. As he pried Sam's lips apart with his skillful tongue, he scissored his fingers apart, stretching him open and slipped in a third finger quickly. Sam's breath huffed out harshly into Dean's mouth and then gasped as Dean licked at his palate. Dean couldn't believe how tight his brother was as he thrust his fingers in and out of the hot, wet heat that was Sam. His breathing was heavy and harsh as he whispered to Sam, "So hot, so fucking hot Sammy. How many fingers have you fucked yourself on while thinking of me huh?"
"Three," Sam stuttered, "just three. Didn't want to stretch myself too much." Sam paused, trying to steady his breathing. "Guess I always hoped I'd have you fucking me with your cock instead of imagining it with my fingers. Knew you'd be bigger and didn't want to stretch myself too much."
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Gotta have you now Sammy. Gotta," Dean panted out, as he pressed his head into his the crook of Sam's neck. He nipped at Sam's clavicle, then lifted his head, staring into Sam's eyes as he took his fingers out of that hot, tight hole. His brother whined at the loss and he grinned, pressed his lips against Sam's again in a small, quick kiss.
Sam wrapped a leg around Dean's waist when he felt the blunt and huge tip of Dean's cock at his hole. He tightened his leg as Dean slowly pressed just the head into him and stayed still, just looking into Sam's eyes, searching for any hint of regret or pain. He saw three things; desire, need and love. It was all he needed and wanted as he slammed hard into Sam's ass, moaning hotly as his cock was gripped tightly.
Sam's hands clawed at the sheets as he felt Dean fully inside him, hot, hard and so huge. He felt so full and it was so perfect. The burning pain eased as Dean started thrusting in and out as he gripped one of Sam's thighs and placed the other on the mattress by Sam's head, straightening his arm to keep himself lifted above Sam so he could watch his face. He watched as Sam pressed the side of his face to the mattress and moaned loudly. Dean placed a knee a little higher, changing the angle of his hips and grinned as Sam's eyes shot open in surprise and his hands flew to Dean's hips and squeezed hard. Prostate found.
He continued to piston his hips in and out of Sam's ass, making sure to hit that spot inside his brother that made him babble and moan like a lunatic. Sam was delirious with pure pleasure, his body felt like it was on fire, his blood boiling, his heart pounding, cock throbbing. He looked into Dean's eyes as he heard him groan out, his eyes were so dilated, there was only a small ring of green left in his eyes.
Sam's hands slid from Dean's hips to his back, nails biting into his skin as he pulled Dean down to meet his lips in a desperate clash of pure lust and need. Sam wrapped his other leg around Dean's waist and tightened both legs, lifting his hips to move with Dean. He could feel his balls tightening in a fast approaching orgasm. Dean wrapped his arms around Sam, pressing their bodies close together, Sam's cock pressed against his stomach. He went to unwrap an arm from Sam to instead wrap a hand around his baby brother's cock, but Sam shook his head, lips still pressed against Dean's and murmured, "No. I'm so close, I'm gonna come from just you being inside me. So good De, so fucking good. Wanted this so long, needed this. Love you. Love you so much Dean."
Dean whimpered lowly, the sound barely reaching Sam's ears but he managed to hear it over the sound of his blood rushing and pumping loudly inside his head. He opened his eyes to see Dean looking at him in disbelief and hope. Sam tightened his legs again and framed Dean's face with his hands, one thumb stroking his plush, kiss-swollen bottom lip. "I love you Dean. Always have, always will."
His big brother gasped as he pushed his cock into Sam deeper, harder, faster. Dean's eyes were glazed over with surprise, pleasure and love. He shook his head and pressed his lips against Sam's, both their mouths open, breathing in each others air. "I love you Sammy. Love you so much baby boy," Dean whispered.
Sam erupted, coming from hearing the confession and the consistent, incredible pounding against his prostate. He moaned as he threw his head back, neck straining, as pleasure flew threw his whole body, every nerve tingling and his heart pounding.
Dean felt the splash of Sam's seed against his stomach, and growled as he realized his Sammy really did just come from his cock alone. Dean continued to thrust into Sam, one, two, three times before he finally couldn't hold back anymore and let go, his body tensing in white hot power, his body erupting into bliss he'd never known before.
He fell onto Sam, his body lax and still shuddering, hot, sweaty and sore. Sammy hummed in pleasure as Dean nuzzled his head into Sam's neck, licking at a few drops of sweat. Sam unwrapped his legs and wrapped his arms around Dean, moving them onto their sides, holding Dean tightly against him. He whimpered a little as Dean's soft cock slid out of him but smiled a little as he felt some of Dean's essence spill out onto his thigh.
Both of them were covered in sweat and cum. They needed to take a shower but both of their bodies were still recovering in small shakes and shivers from the passion and power they both felt. Dean moved his head away from Sam's neck and looked at his face. His eyes were closed, a smile graced his face and Dean kissed that smile, the smile that meant everything to him because it meant that Sam was happy.
Sam kissed him back softly, they were really just rubbing their lips together as they didn't have a whole lot of energy left. They both knew they were going to have to get up and shower and talk. But, it didn't have to be until morning came. They stayed where they were, content, sated, happy. Talking could wait.
Next chapter will, sadly, be the end of my story. I'll make up for it with a little lovin' though!