Sam stared out over the ocean, his eyes exploring the pink swirls as the clouds danced in the light of the dying sun. Things had shifted in the last few months; Sam's personality had grown along with Dean's as they explored the joys of freedom. The balance of their relationship was still shifting, boundaries still being tested and pushed. There was a strange sort of calm, the kind of calm that is accompanied not by blinding happiness but solid contentment, joy. The struggled only served to highlight the silver linings. Dean had changed drastically, becoming the kind of man Sam had always seen in him. The leather jacket had stayed and the eyeliner had been thrown away, along with several fishnet articles.
"Sam?" Dean's voice was thick, calling Sam from the recesses of his own mind. "You got something in the mail from your father." Sam moved from his position staring out the bay windows, turning his back on the ocean.
"Yeah, what do you think it is?" Sam bit his lip, dreading bad news.
"Probably something from your school, you did leave rather suddenly." Dean shrugged as he flopped onto the couch, his feet lifting to rest on the coffee table while the package fell to his chest with a soft thump.
"Yeah, let me see it." Sam rolled his eyes as he took the closest leather chair, Dean had picked the living room set and Sam was still pouting about the way the material clings to skin.
"Yeah, sure." Dean threw the small package, grinning when Sam caught it with ease. The tape was ripped away, falling to the floor like a ribbon. When the box was at last open Sam could only stare at his diploma. In shimmering letters his name was typed out, as though he had actually earned something.
"Really, this diploma is a lie, it's meaningless. My father paid for it, I didn't earn it." Sam frowned, wishing he could return to his younger years and actually chose to attend school.
"Sometimes lies still have meaning; it may not be the truth but it still holds value. Everything, including skipping school, has influenced you. Without this lie you wouldn't be the spoiled brat I've come to love." Dean was grinning, holding his hand out patiently for the framed certificate.
Sam was careful as he pulled the delicate silver frame from the box, resisting the urge to make a witty reply about the fact it had been bought at Tiffany's. After letting the frame rest in Dean's rough hands, Sam turned back to stare into the box. There in all of its glory was his high school yearbook. This was something that was not a lie, something that required photographic evidence. The leather book felt cool in his hands, the pages thick and heavy. Yes, this was his last reminder of the life had left behind for his brother. Flipping the pages open he came to a small photo on the sports page of him and Chad standing together, Sam's arm carelessly thrown over the blonde's shoulder. Their broad smiles did not reflect all of the moments they had shared, but the smiles were a perfect reminder that every situation can change in the blink of an eye. Enemies can be come allies, friends can become distant blurs, slaves can become rich, brothers can become lovers. The world was constantly evolving, shifting into something new and unexplored. Looking up Sam could only smile as he handed his brother the book, the page marked with his finger.
"This was a major part of my life, all of it was." Sam's smile pulled down slightly as he realized he could never return to the places and situations he had once called home.
"It was, but then again you used to be a top and now just look at you." Dean let his eyes provocatively run the length of his brother's body. "You practically scream bottom."
"Maybe, I just like being on bottom? But hey, if you want to be an ass about it, I'll wrestle you for top." Sam winked, letting his hand slide slowly up his own leg to tempt his brother.
The match was on only seconds later, limbs entangled, lips clashing with passionate kisses. Sam's legs wrapped around Dean, pulling him down against his chest. Heavy breathing and lust blown eyes greeted him.
"Look , you're just begging to be fucked." Dean gasped as he rolled his hips down roughly against his brother's ass.
"Or, I was tricking you." Sam threw his body to the side, causing Dean to tumble down to the floor. Effectively on top, Sam rolled his hips to bring his half hard cock against his brother's hard ass, suddenly cursing all of the binding clothing. His hand moved between their bodies, roughly pulling at his brother's belt until he could pull the leather free from the pants. Moving quickly he tied Dean's hands together, pulling the belt just tight enough to ensure the man could not escape.
"Kinky, Sammy, kinky." Dean was breathing into Sam's ear, the breath leaving a trail of goose bumps.
Everything was rushed; even in the many times they had fucked the urgency never changed. The lust was like a fire constantly smoldering, and the only way to put out the flames was to act on instinct alone. Sam's instincts demanded that he push into the sexy man under him as quickly as possible. Just the thought of that tight heat surrounding him made his dick twitch in excitement. Barely pausing to pull the button of Dean's pants free and to drag the zipper all the way down, Sam began to pull the thought pants down. As more skin came into view a moan escaped his lips, his eyes closing for a moment before he finally pulled Dean's boxers free from his body.
With his brother laid out and exposed, legs wrapped around Sam's waist, he had no choice but to lean back and take in the full view. Dean's puckered hole was just begging to be fucked, the tight opening calling to Sam. Reaching around, he found the lube hidden under the couch pillow, suddenly thankful for the multiple bottles around the house. With slicked fingers he circled his brother's hole before finally sinking knuckle deep into the man, his finger crooking in search of the sweet spot he knew was there. A tremble washed through Dean's body, a deep moan escaping his lips. Sam worked quickly, pushing another finger in and working to scissor them until he could at long last slide a third finger into the tight clutches of muscle. Even with all of his experience, Sam worried that he might blow his load simply from the sounds falling from his brother's lips.
His own clothes had been forgotten in the mess of want and need, now forcing him to slow down as he stared down at his brother's form. Dean was naked from the waist down, his legs spread wide, his chest heaving and his hands bound. This was a game they had played before, one where they allowed the sexual fantasies of Dean being a slave transpire. Dean was right, Sam had a bit of a kink going on. After what felt like a thousand seconds Sam was finally free to slide into his brother, his dick lubed and condom free. Sam didn't wait for his brother to adjust, diving right in with hard pointed thrusts. Dean liked things rough, consensual but rough. Really, they both had kinks.
Setting a mind numbing pace Sam could feel Dean's muscles fluttering around him, his back arching and his eyes slamming closed. Hot cum spilled against Sam's bare chest and along Dean's shirt. It was only seconds later that Sam finished, filling his brother with his very essence. Rolling off, Sam fell to the ground beside his lover. His chest was heaving and for a moment words were gone. He had peace, his mind clear of all the memories and regrets of high school that his yearbook had brought back. As the moment passed a slow, easy smirk pulled at his lips. Reaching over Sam loosened the belt and pulled Dean's hands free.
"For being a top you sure do finish fast when you're on bottom." Sam let his head fall to the side to stare at his brother.
"Just be glad I let you fuck me, bitch." Dean was trying to hide his smile but the twinkle in his eyes gave away the affectionate feelings radiating out of his chest.
"Just be glad I did fuck you, jerk." Sam chuckled, too blissfully happy to consider any other life he may have had. Here, lying on the floor next to his fucked out brother, was exactly where he belonged.
The End
(A/N: So…this is the end. It was a long time coming and I feel really bad for everyone who started reading and then had to wait months for the ending. Hopefully, you'll forgive me. If not, you can always rant to me in a review and maybe tell me what you thought of the ending. A massive thanks goes to MissTripTucker who is not only my beta but a wonderful friend.)