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Dean's words are like rock salt straight to the chest. Sam had thought they were ok. He had thought they were more than ok, that they were better. Dean's words had sliced through that. We will never be ok, thought Sam in despair. Those words were on the tip of his tongue when Sam met Dean's eyes. He had been struggling with no success to get up and had only managed to trap himself more with his back firmly pressed to the ground and Sam's weight locking his hips down.
Eyes meeting, Sam held his breath. Dean was such a fake. He has always pulling the hard punches. Make them hurt a little now rather than a lot later, right Dean? Sam could see clearly for the first time right through him. Dean's words were as empty as the bottle of tequila they had just had. He didn't mean a word of it. He was scared. Is he scared of me or for me? The answer stared at him from two beautiful green eyes. Both...
"I mean it this time Dean. You're going to look at me and face what this is." Sam moved his hands slowly, easing the pressure until he was loosely trapping Dean's wrists together above his head.
"I'm not scared of it Dean. I'm not scared" whispered Sam rubbing his thumb gently over the pulse leaping beneath Dean's skin. He could feel the soft tremors running through Dean's body and his body felt like it was on fire.
There wasn't enough air between them and they gasped for oxygen. Sam felt like he was on the precipice of something exciting, he just needed to jump off and let go. Follow the hot thread tugging at his heart. It was frightening. He couldn't do it alone. He needed to know Dean was with him. He needed Dean.
Dean tried to stay focused. If he could just manoeuvre a little bit more he'd be free. If he could just keep his mind on this one task he could prevent losing his brother forever. If Sam wasn't touching him there, if he wasn't pressed against him right there than maybe they would have had a chance to stop this but Sam was assaulting all of his senses. The feel of him straddling his hips heavy and perfect like he knew they would be sent shivers through him. The smell of his shaggy hair and clammy skin suffocated him, making him want to taste. The sound of Sammy saying his name over and over again in that strung out needy voice of his weakened his resolve. He couldn't help it.
He looked right into his baby brother's eyes and saw the question; the confusion and god damn it the need Sammy was begging of Dean. It was like he was looking at another part of himself. A younger, less aware self who wanted, wanted something so bad but just didn't know how. What he needed was a little push.
Dean didn't hesitate because he couldn't deny Sam what he was asking for with his eyes and his hands. Sam's gentle touch on Dean's wrists spoke volumes how he felt. Dean didn't hesitate because god forgive me he didn't want to.
Leaning up with his whole body Dean captured Sam's awaiting parted lips with his own, his excited breath swallowed in an instant. Hot desire seared his mind and spurred his will. Dean plundered Sam's mouth greedily and moaned in ecstasy when his tongue met Sam's, wet and insanely inviting. Sam was no longer holding Dean down, no longer struggled to restrain but pulling him closer, clinging, matching Dean at every turn.
The first touch of lips was intoxicating. A sweet forbidden treasure Sam hadn't known he'd wanted. He felt like a starving man finally allowing himself to eat. It felt good and right and so hot Sam was afraid he was going to come just from the taste of Dean's mouth. Sam was drunk with fire, sparks of lust electrifying him every time Dean's tongue brushed his. Dean's tongue, Dean's hands, Dean, just the thought of Dean and Sam's control snapped completely. Grinding his hips hard against Dean's Sam rode a pleasure so intense he cried out, breaking their kiss. Their eyes met, wide and hungry.
Wow this chapter was so over due. I kind of got sucked into other peoples stories for awhile and I couldn't let my story grow in my head. Damn writers block. Well this chapter was really hard to write as will the next one be. Thank you to those who have been reading this story so far and reviewing and I am sorry I left this so long so ill understand if its lost its allure.