Of Demons, Deceptions and Desire Chapter Four
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On with the chapter…
But Dean shook his head in denial.
"Not going to happen, little bro. I'm not risking doing anything to hurt you," he insisted, allowing his arms to tighten around Sam to take the sting out of his rejection.
As Sam lay within the circle of his brother's arms he tried to think of something else but all he could think was that Dean was horny, he was horny, and they really should be fucking instead of worrying about some cock ring. And so he thought of a way to maybe get what he wanted.
"I have an idea, Dean."
Dean snorted.
"Why am I not surprised? Okay, shoot."
"I want you to get me ready for you," he began and held up a hand when he felt Dean take a breath to speak. "But first you take the cock ring off. If I come, I come. But I'm going to try and hold out."
Dean let the idea tumble about in his brain.
"I guess that could work," he finally admitted.
Sam nodded, pleased that his brother appeared to be willing to go along with him on this.
"Just like you said, Dean. It's about making it my choice to come, and I don't want to come until I can feel you inside me."
Dean bit his lip and shook his head.
"I don't know. Sammy, you're in pain, and I don't want to hurt you."
Sam hastened to get Dean back with the program.
"I know, Dean, but when I come I'm probably going to come harder than I ever have or ever will, and I want you to share that with me…I want it to be because I can feel you inside me, and I want it to be because you want me to come, too."
Dean groaned and avoided looking at his brother as he spoke, all too aware that the puppy gaze was likely to come out in full force after he was done speaking.
"I don't think it's a good idea, Sam."
"Why not, Dean? I thought you said you wanted to—"
"Yes, Sammy, I do want to but not like this," Dean interrupted, trying to find the words to explain his hesitation, "Sex between us is never supposed to be about pain…I don't want to taint what we have."
"Oh Dean," Sam whispered. Just when I think I couldn't possibly love you any more you go and say something like that, he thought to himself but knew he had to at least make a token attempt at hiding how affected he felt. "That is so corny."
Dean laughed.
"Like you aren't a complete sucker for lines like that…please."
Sam couldn't help but laugh along with his brother even though it meant ruining his further attempts to deny the validity of Dean's statement.
"Uh-uh," he tried to say with a straight face, "I'm as cold as ice…completely unmoved."
One of Dean's hands began to travel upwards, caressing Sam with light, teasing touches before he cupped Sam's jaw and tilted him so that Dean could kiss him. As his other hand purposefully renewed its stroking of Sam's cock Dean moved his mouth so he could whisper in Sam's ear.
"You sure about that, Sammy? You don't think I maybe made you melt, just a little?"
And then he renewed his assault on Sam's neck, laying kisses along his nape and gentle bites, so soft they were more like suggestions of bites, on the sensitive skin behind his ear. Sam mewled, exhaling into a whine that Dean could feel vibrate the skin beneath his teeth.
"Okay, you made your point," Sam breathlessly exclaimed as he pulled back.
"What point is that exactly?" Dean asked; lazily stroking Sam's hipbone and grinning when Sam arched into the touch, causing his cock to slide harder into Dean's fist.
"That you can turn me on and make me want you even with the cheesy lines."
Dean didn't bother to correct Sam on the grievous error that had his brother saying he, Dean Winchester, was using a 'cheesy line.' Such a thing was categorically unheard of and he wrote it off to the lust-addled brain his brother was trying to think through. Which brought him to the important part of Sam's statement.
"So you're saying you're turned on right now?"
When Sam nodded Dean leaned down and nipped his earlobe, smiling at the gasp that followed and pausing to chew on it just a little bit more before he moved back to the responsive skin behind his ear and placed a swift sucking kiss into the area, licking the redness as Sam squirmed.
"You're telling me you want me?"
Sam twisted his head so he could meet Dean's glance, frowning at him.
"Yes, Dean. What part of that do you not get?"
"That's what we've been waiting for, Sammy."
"What?"
"We've been waiting for you to be turned on enough to want to come, remember?" Dean told him, leaning over so he could reach the nightstand.
"But I've been horny for the past half hour while you decided to see if you could tease me to death!" Sam yelled even as he moved out of his brother's way and Dean waved his outrage aside as he looked through the nightstand table drawer.
"Where's the lube?" he finally asked as his search turned up empty.
"Under the pillow," Sam told him, shifting so he was lying on his stomach.
And then Sam heard the sound of the bottle being opened and he braced himself in preparation for Dean's fingers to start to work their magic. No matter how often Sam would beg and plead Dean never started with more than one finger, and tonight was no exception. He worked it in smoothly and only when he was convinced Sam could handle more—not when Sam demanded that he get on with it—did he allow another finger to join in the fun.
"Quit teasing me," Sam groaned even as he slowly pushed back against Dean's fingers.
Dean leaned over Sam's back, pausing to bite at his shoulder blades before he sunk his teeth into the tendons of Sam's neck, scraping them along the way to his brother's ear, where he opened his mouth, keeping his lips in contact with the skin to ensure Sam would feel the vibrations when he spoke.
"You want me to hold you down, pin you to the bed and fuck you hard, Sammy?"
And god, when Dean pitched his voice all low and dirty like that it drove Sam crazy. His cock started to leak and he could feel sparks of lust shoot down his spine and demand a follow-through on his brother's words.
"Oh...fuck yes, yes," Sam moaned, loving the way Dean could make him feel wanted like no one else.
Dean's laugh was admittedly not entirely unexpected but Sam still wanted to kill him for it.
"Not today, little brother. Want to savor this."
Sam threw Dean a look of tolerant amusement over his shoulder.
"Savor my ass; you just want to make me suffer."
The word play made Dean laugh and his fingers slid in a little more forcefully as he chuckled. Sam took a page from Dean's book and savored the power of his brother's fingers as they opened him up.
"I am savoring your ass, Sammy. If it hurts I'm going to make it hurt so good," Dean promised, voice again so low and dirty it made Sam long to be taken hard.
Dean withdrew his fingers and pushed his cock in slowly, loving the way that he could literally feel Sam's body open up and accept him.
Sam couldn't be bothered with words anymore, not when he finally had Dean right where he wanted him—sinking deep inside, so deep that he'd never be anything else than a part of Sam. He moaned low and long as Dean came to rest and the flutter of fingertips on his sides made him struggle for breath.
"That's it, Sammy. Let me hear you…" Dean commanded. "Does it feel good?"
And what a dumbass question that was, because it always felt good. But tonight, maybe it was the cock ring, maybe it was just getting worked up more than normal, it felt incredible. And Dean deserved to know that, know that he was making Sam feel unbelievable.
"Oh Dean, oh goddamn," Sam gasped as Dean began to move, "It's so…beyond…good."
Dean bit down on Sam's ear lobe again to distract him as he reached around and undid the clasp on the cock ring.
"You ready to come for me? Then let go, Sammy," he whispered and before his mouth could finish forming the syllables of his brother's name Sam exploded with a yell, his ass clamping down so hard around Dean's cock that Dean was unable to move.
He was, however, able to come. And he literally felt himself start to black out at the sensation, his orgasm being ripped from him by the spasming of Sam's walls around him. As he fell forward, arms just barely cushioning his weight so that he didn't completely smush his brother, his mind couldn't wrap around anything except for the exquisite bliss he'd just experienced. Once Sam stopped coming and his muscles started to loosen Dean found himself able to move and he began to thrust gently into Sam, riding out the last of the waves. Sam shuddered and moaned, just barely spreading his legs a bit more so that Dean could shift in and out more freely.
"That's it," Dean praised, "let me enjoy fucking into you just a little while longer."
As soon as he felt himself start to soften Dean slowly withdrew and moved himself to Sam's side, where he gently pushed at his body until he could wiggle beneath him and allow Sam to rest on his torso. He sought out Sam's mouth for a gentle kiss that always became more than that, neither of them being able to stop at just one.
The post-coital kisses could definitely be the starting point for the next round, or they could just as easily lull him to sleep. There was always a point where they shifted into one or the other and Sam didn't know which one he wished for this time. He was surprised when instead Dean pulled back entirely so he could speak.
"Why was the lube under the pillow, Sammy?"
This, too, was familiar. Sometimes Dean's mind had trouble shutting off and when it was because of a case it could be fairly annoying but when it was just something that got stuck in there—like now—it was endearing. Sam moved back in, kissing along Dean's jaw line as he answered.
"I got up last night and I was going to wake you up and see if you were up for some fooling around."
"And yet I did not receive such a wake up call…what changed your mind?" Dean inquired, even as he tilted his head back slightly for his brother's questing lips.
"Well I got in bed and rubbed your back and you did that thing you do with the lip smacking and I decided I wanted to snuggle instead."
"Oh geez," Dean muttered, turning slightly pink and rolling fully onto his back.
The first time it had happened Sam had delighted in recounting for his brother the late night antics that soon after became a ritual. He had gotten up during the night and upon returning to bed he had gently rubbed Dean's back to see if he was awake. Dean had rolled over and blinked up at Sam for a moment before smiling at him and reclosing his eyes. Sam had been unable to resist kissing the sleepy soft lips of his brother and when he pulled back Dean smacked his lips together before he fell sound asleep again.
Much to Dean's chagrin this mostly unconscious action always made Sam want to cuddle up to Dean. Of course there were some nights when Sam got back into bed and rubbed Dean's back and Dean did in fact fully wake up and proceed to wear Sam back out so he could sleep but they did not garner the amusement and affection of the other nights. Not that Dean minded, really, it was more that Sam insisted that it was Dean's subconscious way of asking to be snuggled and really, that was just not on.
"I'm still hard, Dean," Sam suddenly announced and he could feel Dean tense in surprise.
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