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Disclaimer: It pains me to say this every time but I don't anything to do with the TV show Supernatural.
Dean was the first to wake up. They had both fallen asleep with Sam's body enveloping Dean, their limbs tangled together comfortably with Dean's head nestled in the crook of Sam's long neck. Dean couldn't remember ever sleeping as peacefully as he had. But the reality of what he had just done started to creep into his mind, making it harder to breathe. He was internally freaking out and he quickly looked at Sam's face then to the bathroom doorway but did a double take and looked back at Sam's face.
A smile, the same damn smile Sam had on his face last night still lingered on his face. It was that smile Dean hadn't seen since Sam had first entered his teen years and was ignorant of the reality of their lives and so innocent. So happy. Dean's eyes were locked on Sam's face and instead of rushing to the bathroom door and beating himself up about this...last night...he stayed there wrapped in Sam's arms, hoping...praying even, that when Sam woke that he would still be happy.
Dean combed his fingers though Sam's soft, long hair lightly. He didn't want to wake him up. So he waited, happy to just lay there with his little brothers huge body wrapped about him. When he looked towards the clock he realized that he'd been asleep for nearly seven hours. He's never slept that long and certainly not as peacefully as he did last night. He thought about how incredible last night was and he realized that even though what they did was wrong, all they really did was make love. What was so wrong with being happy with someone you loved with your whole being? Besides the fact that they were blood, they were polar opposites except in the fact that they both would die for each other and were the best hunters alive.
Sam started to stir, and Dean looked at the clock again. He'd been waiting for an hour and a half. He'd never stayed in bed that long unless it was to sleep. Sam eyes were open when Dean looked back at him. Dean had no idea what to say or do, for once he felt like a clueless virgin.
But his brother hadn't lost that smile, and he was going to do his damnedest to make sure he didn't. Dean palmed Sam's cheek and brushed his thumb against the corner of his mouth, trying to make the gesture as non-cheesy as possible…it only made Sam smile broader as he turned his head and placed a small kiss on Dean's thumb, thereby making it officially cheesy. Yet it made Dean realize Sam had no regrets and he couldn't bring himself to have any regrets either. Except for not telling Sam how much he'd wanted him sooner.
"Good morning," Sam mumbled against Dean's thumb as he rubbed his lips over the little bit of flesh. He looked at Dean and smiled and as Dean opened his mouth to reply, Sam slid his lips over his brother's thumb and sucked softly on it as he circled his tongue against the pad of Dean's thumb.
He couldn't hold back the moan as Sam took his whole finger into his mouth, mimicking what could have been an amazing blow job. Dean rolled onto Sam, slipped his thumb out of Sam mouth and softly pressed their lips together. The kiss was gentle, light, soft…perfect. They just slid their lips together, tongues licking against each other's bottom lip, giving their kiss a little slick but soft, fluid movement. Dean felt Sam's huge hands grasp onto his back, rubbing his trapezius muscles, mainly focusing on the area under his shoulder blades, near his spine, which caused Dean to let out a low groan.
Sam smiled into their kiss, liking where their morning was leading. He let his lips trail over to behind Dean's right ear, tasting him, sucking a small bruise onto that little bit of sensitive flesh that had Dean moaning and grinding his hips against Sam's. As Sam continued the delightful torture on one of his most sensitive areas, Dean moved his hips lightly and slowly so their erections moved against one another in a teasing but promising dance.
As he moved his hips, he dragged his tongue against Sam's clavicle and sucked against the soft skin, occasionally soothing the bruising flesh with his tongue. He felt Sam's body shake with the action and he then licked the same spot before softly blowing on it, succeeding in making Sam shiver in pleasure and need.
Sam's hands traveled to Dean's hips and pressed down as he thrust his own hips up, causing a greater, and more forceful friction against their rock hard erections. Dean gasped and then bit down on the jugular Sam so easily presented when he tilted his head back in pleasure. In retaliation, Sam dug his short nails into Dean's back, knowing he loved the sharp bit of pain as much as he did. They both started to move their hips faster, harder and they both moved their mouths from each other's body and joined them together in a hot but loving kiss.
It wasn't about getting off, though it was certainly a bonus, it was more of a confirmation that what they were doing was more than sex. This was about being intimate, letting themselves know that it didn't always have to be intense, hard and fast between them and that they could remove themselves from the concept of time and just…be. And as they melded their mouths together, breathing each other in and letting their lips just move against each other, they both kept their eyes open, taking in the other and letting their connection show.
Dean kept one hand on the mattress and let his other hand move across Sam's chest as Sam kept his hands busy between running them against Dean's strong, muscled back and gripping onto his sweat-slicked hips. They took their time to reach their orgasms, both silently communicating to the other that they wanted this to last for as long as possible, to just allow themselves to come from their cocks rubbing against each other.
As they continued to thrust against each other, they slowly felt the need for release beginning to take over their bodies. Sam gripped Dean's head in-between his hands and crushed their lips together, making his need known. Dean understood and licked at Sam's bottom lip, Sam immediately opening up and letting Dean in, letting him take control of the kiss. Dean took Sam's hands into his, briefly letting his hips ground harder against Sam's, and moved their arms beside Sam's head, Dean's arms braced against the mattress for better leverage, and Sam's resting against them as the entwined their hands together to create another connection between the two of them.
Sam panted into the kiss as Dean increased the speed of his hips; their cocks were leaking so much pre-come that it felt even better than when they had first started rocking their hips together. Sam pushed up against Dean and sucked his tongue into his mouth, causing Dean to release a soft groan as he ground his erection harder against Sam's, feeling his balls tighten, getting ready to release his load.
Sam felt Dean's body tensing up, slowly but surely and Dean threw his head back and hummed in pleasure as the tip of his cock slightly caught under the foreskin of Sam's. Sam could feel Dean's body shaking and frowned when he realized Dean was holding back his release.
He pushed his hips up hard and panted out Dean's name, causing Dean to look at him again. "Don't hold back. I want to watch you come De."
Dean groaned and smashed his lips against his brothers, love, need and desire filling him completely. Panting against Sam's lips he breathed out, "Wanna come with you Sammy. Need to feel you come when I do."
Hearing Dean say something so unlike him and something so oddly endearing and hot as hell made Sam quake inside and his mind started fogging out as he squeezed his hands tightly against Dean's, pushing his hips up, needing to come, wanting to pleasure Dean and wanting to give him everything he wanted.
Sam felt his balls tighten, knew he was gonna come and gasped, "Kiss me, De, please, now. Need your mouth on-", he was wonderfully interrupted as Dean complied with his begging. Dean plunged his tongue into Sam's mouth, making love to it. He plunged is tongue in and out, licked at Sam's lips, sucked on them, bit on the bottom lip. He ravaged his brother's mouth as their bodies moved together in tandem; both of them hot, hard and needy.
Sam's body burned and tingled, and he threw his head back, his neck arching, back raising off the bed as his vision blacked out as the start of his orgasm erupted from him, the last thing he saw before his eyes closed was Dean's eyes boring into his completely dilated and filled with desire, lust, need, want and mostly, love. His heart skipped a few beats when he heard Dean shout, "Sammy!"
As soon as Sam had arched up Dean came, coming hard against his brother, his come splashing and combining with Sam's on their chests. Dean rode out his release as he heard Sam chant out, "Dean, oh fuck De. Love you, love you De. Dean. Oh god, Dean." He chanted Dean's name like a prayer, but a jumbled one that made Dean think Sam didn't know what he was saying, or that he was even talking.
Hearing the worship from Sam only made Dean's release hotter, harder, and more perfect. He felt like his body was engulfed in flames yet frozen with ice. It was a painful pleasure that prickled his skin and dominated his mind. He opened his eyes, not knowing when he closed them, connecting with Sam's equally dilated and beautiful eyes and they both whispered out each other's names.
They both panted, Dean finally losing strength in his arms and plunging onto Sam's hard yet pliant body. He nestled his head into the crook of Sam's neck, breathing hard, trying to control the shaking of his body. Sam could feel Dean's heart pumping and racing miles a second against his own and released one of Dean's hands that were still clinging to his own. He placed his hand on Dean's head, running his fingers through the short spikes as he too, tried to come down from the most ultimate high he'd ever experienced.
Although last night had been incredibly fantastic due to bottled emotions, desires, urges and sexual frustration, what just happened was about the connection between Dean and himself both emotional and physical. All the years of bottling up the emotions they both felt had released a little last night only to explode this morning. It made them both feel free, something they'd never truly felt due to the secret of wanting the other in the most sinful of ways.
Dean groaned and then laughed lowly, making Sam frown. Dean raised his head and grinned at him, "Fuck Sammy, I've never felt this sore from sex before."
Sam laughed and replied with a wink, "Guess you've been doing it wrong then." Dean started to smirk and then just frowned. He rolled off of Sam and looked at the ceiling. Sam knew it was time. He rolled onto his side and looked at Dean as he looked at the ceiling. He could see the internal struggle inside Dean. He lifted his hand and placed it over Dean's heart, still thumping hard and fast.
"Dean. Don't. What we did may be considered a sin to society, but we love each other man. Who the fuck cares if we're brothers? We meet people every day and never see them again. They don't have to know we're blood. We can keep it from other hunters and demons no problem. The angels couldn't care less what we do as long as we help them gank the evil out there." Dean turned his head and looked at Sam, a small smirk gracing his lips at Sam's passionate monologue.
"Cas would know. What if he can't keep his mouth shut in front of another demon or hunter?" Sam's eyes grew wide and he laughed harder than he had in a long time.
"That's what you're worried about? Castiel? Dude, when or if he finds out, all we've got to do is tell him to never breathe a word of it to anyone. He's our friend, if we ask him not to tell anyone, he won't. Besides, he's kind of an unconventional angel." Sam leaned over and pressed a kiss to Dean's pouting mouth. When he went to detach their lips, Dean chased him and pulled their mouths together again, kissing Sam lightly but enough to let Sam know that he was on-board.
Dean knew he was going to have to get over the fact that they were brothers, despite how hot and bothered he got when Sam called him big brother, it still made him uneasy. But he figured after all the shit they both had gone through and would go through, that their blood relativity would be just a minor speed bump in their relationship. Fuck heaven and hell and the people on earth. They saved people all the time, they both could live in some sin to balance out all the good they'd done.
Dean bit at Sam's bottom lip and smirked when he let out a low moan. They broke apart and Dean smirked as he said, "Can we let Cas find out on his own? I'd kinda like to see the look on his face when he pops in on us fucking."
Sam grinned goofily and happily replied, "Well, it'd probably teach him not to pop up silently unannounced anymore!"
Last chapter! I'm kinda bummed out now but I liked how I ended it. Reviews are welcomed and loved. I like to know what you all think, negative or positive, constructive or not.
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