Author's Note I do not own if I did then a lot of things would be different.
"Really I'd like to see you fucking try little brother." Dean told him
"Oh, I'll make you beg for me to remove it, Dean. So what do you think about that huh, Dean?" he asked pushing Dean into the dorm room. "Get your ass in there and get on our bed because if you don't you're going to be wearing that plug cause you made me mad, Dean Alexander Winchester." Sam told him.
Dean went to the bed and sat down as Sam walked across the room and pushed Dean back on the bed. "I love you, Sam." He said
"Shut-up, Dean you're not aloud to talk you do and I'll take you dry after I whip you with my belt." Sam told him. "Get on your stomach now." Sam told him. "Because big brother tonight I'm in charge."
Dean did what he said after he took his jeans and other clothing off and got on his stomach laying flat. He didn't see what Sam had in his hand or the fact that his brother had a wicked smile on his face. "Sammy I know you said no talking, but…"
"I said no talking, Dean." Sam told him grabbing the discarded belt on the floor and striking Dean with it.
"Fuck, what the hell was that for?" Dean asked before Sam did it again and this time he heard his brother whimper.
"Like it do you, Dean well I wouldn't have let me know that if I was you, Dean." Sam said getting on the bed and going to straddle his ankles. "Cause I'm going to fuck you, while I whip your ass." He said and that got Dean's attention.
"Sammy oh fuck." He groaned and Sam took the belt across his left butt check this time. Dean bit down on the pillow to keep from talking this time because it felt too good as the belt hit him yet again.
"Does that feel good to you, Dean?" he asked
Dean didn't talk he just nodded he couldn't form any words that would explain what he was feeling.
"You may talk now, Dean."
"Sam, please." He said
"Please what?" Sam asked as he massaged Dean's ass where he'd hit it earlier.
"I want to feel you inside me." Dean told him.
"We'll get there, don't have to worry about that one cause there is no way I'd leave you high and dry." Sam said with a smile as he leaned over and got he massaging gel from the draw which was also good for lube. Sam put some in his hand and slowly started massaging Dean's butt cheeks before he took hold of the
smile whip he had discarding the belt and getting up and hitting Dean with the whip. The oil being there made it sting a little and Sam smiled when he heard Dean moan in pleasure. They had done this before, but had been Sam on the receiving end then, this time it was going to be Dean. "I'll be right back Dean so don't move or I'll have to whip you so more." He told him.
Dean decided that he wasn't going to play by the rules and he got up when Sam left and went behind the door and stood there waiting for him to come back. "Hi yah Sammy." He said when he came back in the room.
"I told you to stay on that bed, now you're asking for it, Dean." Sam said but Dean took the whip from him and whipped it across his ass making him moan. "Dean, please."
"Oh so you want me to do it to you too, well when you finish I think I can return the favor." Dean told him kissing him before he let Sam have the whip back and he shoved Dean against the wall.
"You're in so much trouble Dean." Sam said kneeling down and kissing Dean on his back then he stood back up using the whip on Dean again making him whimper yet again. "I love that noise you make Dean." He told him as Sam took his own clothes off and spread Dean's legs apart and I'm going to show you how much I love it." He told him.
Sam grabbed the lube from the bed and opened it putting a nice about in his hand before slowly sliding his middle finger into Dean's tight hole. "Sammy."
Sam moaned this time when Dean said his name it was the way he said it he could have came undone right there if he'd wanted to, but he held it together as he slowly stroked Dean until he added another finger making them both moan cause he loved the tight feeling. Sam scissored his fingers into his brother before he entered a third finger making Dean moan and Sam snaked his other hand around the front a slowly and loosely stroked him. "You like this, Dean me fucking your ass with my fingers and stroking you, just think about this tomorrow while your sitting in class beside me think about what we're doing right now and maybe if we get close enough away from others I might even hold your hand or touch you while we sit there." Sam said kissing his brother's neck as Dean moaned letting go of the wall and taking hole of Sam's hand making him go faster.
Sam pulled away and used his hand to spank Dean this time. "Do that again." Dean said and Sam did.
"Don't talk again or I'll take you without finishing."
"Go ahead." Dean said
Sam got down on his knees and ran his hand over the crack of Dean's ass before sliding his tongue over the entrance getting the excess lube then standing back up and slamming home without warning Dean. That was the way Dean liked
it too, not knowing when he'd be fucked. "You want me to go fast or slow." He asked
"Slow." Dean told him know Sam would go fast and he did pushing Dean against the wall and thrusting in hitting his prostate every time and he got Dean to moan ever time too.
Sam slowed some and slapped Dean's ass and that was his undoing and when Dean's ass squeezed around Sam's cock Sam came going over the edge as he tried to hold Dean up so he wouldn't crash to the ground."
"You do that to me again later and I'll fuck you any time any where tomorrow." Dean said as they fell onto the bed.
Sam smiled at him snaking his hand up to Dean's neck and pulling him down to him and kissing him. "I'll try." Sam said before they fell asleep.
Dean was up at seven-thirty the next morning already to go all he needed to do was dress after he showered. "Sam get your ass up, why the hell did you sign us up for 9:00 am classes you know I'm not a morning person." Dean groaned before jerking the covers off of Sam.
"Dean, if I felt like it I'd so hurt you for that." Sam said groaning as he sat up. "You're not already ready are you?" he asked.
"I'm not you Sammy, I don't take five hundred years to get ready in the bathroom in the mornings. I'm the one taking forever at night." Dean said going into the kitchen area of their dorm.
"Oh, I went and looked at where our classes are when I went to get us some breakfast. It's beside the library." He told him.
"What time is it?" Sam asked
"Seven-forty I think or at least that was the time ten minutes ago, it's seven fifty now." Dean corrected looking at his watch. "Think we'll get a lot of homework on the first day?" he asked
"Dean this is Stanford so of course there will be plenty of homework to keep us busy, they also have that library when it comes to research so we should be good." Sam said
"That's good here's hoping we're in the same lab for at least some of our classes." Dean told him
Sam was in the kitchen few minutes later and when he sat down Dean kissed him. "You awake yet?" he asked.
"Yeah, Dean I'm awake now." Sam said returning the kiss. "Sorry I was bitchy when you tried waking me up it was just after last night I was tired and what we did at three am was defiantly good." Sam told him. "I'm going to be thinking about you all day long."
Dean gave him a grin before handing Sam his coffee. "Nice Metallica shirt I didn't say you could wear it, but since you got it on already I guess you can." Dean told him.
"You got my shirt on, senior class skip day. Sorry Dean you can't pass for eighteen." Sam told him with a smile
"Hey, I can pass for eighteen if I want." Dean told him. "I don't tell you that you can't do anything." He said taking Sam's coffee.
"Oh no you don't." Sam said taking it back. "You're not going to play bitchy lover today." He told him. "Now eat your breakfast and stay out of mine."
"Me the bitchy lover, you're the bossy lover." Dean complained as he started eating.
Sam found two seats in the back of the class away from most the people it was only row that was empty and he smiled thinking about what Dean had told him just few seconds ago. "Sit." He said pushing Dean into the chair.
The teacher was writing something on the board as the last two students took their seats on the other end of the row that Dean and Sam were sitting in. "Okay as you can tell there are a lot of you in this class so if you don't already know this I don't plan on learning your name you are a number. This is English 100 and you are expected to write at least six papers in this class. The last one will be a research paper that is worth 60 percent of your grade. I require the English Lit. book and the Writers guide book, buy it if you want don't buy it I don't really care, but unless you have a way around it I'd get the thing, they will re-buy them or you can sell them at the end of the semester. There is exactly fifteen weeks in this semester and you will be give a test once every two weeks so keep up and don't get behind on your reading that's were all of my test questions come from and no I do not let you use the book except on the last exam and that's because it is all twenty-two chapters combined into three hundred question. The good thing about me is that if you score at least a low A high B in my class you can skip the final exam and the paper will count as your grade. For your first assignment I want you to write a three page paper on your self tell me something about you, even though I dought I'll know one person from the other still I'd like to see how good your writing is and this will be your first paper assignment. I'm passing around the syllabus there will be a small quiz worth fifty points on Wednesday so study. Since this is your first day I thought I'd let you know what your research papers will be about. You will have two one worth half of your grade as a mid-term and the other one as I said before 60 percent of your grade. The first one will be on your favorite author, actor, actress, or film producer in other words a bibliography about the person. It will be twenty pages at minimum and you have to use at least six different sources you use more than that it reflects better, but no more than forty sources. I hope you
are all writing this down too because I will be checking to see if you know this on your first test. If you never used index cards you will know by the time you leave my class." The teacher said and she finally stopped talking for a couple seconds as she drunk some water.
"Sam, you sure this is our English class?" Dean asked
"Yes Dean and shush I need to hear her." Sam said as he continued to write.
The teacher started back up talking, but Dean didn't hear her cause he was trying to take in the fact that he was in an English class at college. "What the fuck did I get myself into?" he asked before he started writing finally and if he was going to survive he was going to have to pay attention.
The class ended at ten-thirty and Dean was glad to be getting out of there. "Okay what did you think?" Sam asked him.
"What do I think; I think my fucking hand is going to fall off." Dean told him.
"Oh that reminds me we got to go by the bookstore for you."
"What for?" Dean asked confused.
"Did you go and get that laptop I told you to get last night?" Sam asked him.
"No, but how's that going to help my hand?" Dean asked him.
"Because you'll be typing instead of writing, now come on." Sam said "And you need a book bag too because tomorrow we have history and Sociology then Calculus back to back, luckily they are all in the same building too." Sam said as they entered the bookstore and went to the computer area and picked Dean's laptop up. "Here it's black and it also has a mouse since I know you hate the mouse on the laptops." Sam told him before grabbing a carrying case for it and couple of other things he knew that Dean would need including the book bag.
Dean wasn't sure if having six classes in one week was a good idea for him, but he went along with Sam's plan on taking as many as they could before they went into the actual degree they wanted. Dean wasn't sure yet so he was taking the prerequisites first, Sam was sure, but he was doing the same so he could get them all out of the way, plus he had one prelaw class on Friday afternoons at three.
They went back to there dorm before the next class which was at two and Dean fell asleep on the couch while Sam set his computer up after an hour he woke Dean up. "Okay, I said I wanted to sleep for at least two hours, Sam that was the deal." Dean told him.
"I know, but I want to show you how to work the computer before we go and eat." Sam told him.
"Okay." Dean said getting up and letting Sam walk him through the steps. "I'm not that fucking dumb, Sam I know how to boot one up and I know how to use the internet I wasn't born yesterday, I've been doing research for years
remember I'm twenty-two." Dean said "Just show me how to get Microsoft word up and we're good to go." He told him.
Sam showed him after he punched him in the arm for what he'd said. "Jerk." He added. "See it's not that hard." He told him
"So all I have to do is type and it saves it?" Dean asked being sarcastic with him.
Sam kissed him instead of hitting him this time. "Be nice or I want help you out with getting on the college web site." He told him.
Dean said sorry and Sam showed him how to do it. "That I didn't know we have email." Dean said. "So we can email anybody we want in the world?"
"No you have to have their email address first." Sam told him and before he knew it Dean was hitting send on the email and he heard his own computer making the ping noise when he had mail. "Dean what did you send me?" Sam asked getting up and going to read the message. "Thanks for helping me and not hurting me for last night I heart you." Sam read out loud and it was signed Dean.
"I'd never hurt you, Dean." Sam told him going over to the couch and sitting back down. "We got twenty minutes before we have to go to our next class, by the way where did you put our books?"
Dean got up and went over to Sam handing him the book bag he'd gotten. "I put them in here. So why did you sign us up for a Sociology class and a freaking Calculus class all in the same day and are you kidding me with Biology?" he asked
"No and come on I need to go to the library before we got to class." Sam told him grabbing the keys and going out the door.
Dean waited till they got in the hallway and kissed Sam. And for once Dean was glad Sam didn't complain when a girl walked by like he used to. "You're growing up, Sammy."
"It's Sam." He said. "And she was stiaring at you not me." He told him.
"Still you didn't push me away, thanks." Dean told him taking hold of his hand.
"Dean, I'm not quit there yet and my side is up here not there." Sam said when Dean pinched his ass just as another person walked by.
"Where aren't you?" Dean asked with a smile before kissing him again.
"Okay show off." Sam said leaning against him. "I think I'm okay with it now."
"Good cause, I like being able to kiss you in the open." Dean told him before he did again.