Chapter Five Breaking the Rules
I do not own the characters, just the situations I mercilessly put them in.
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"Fuck you seriously cannot take a hint Dean."
Sam had uttered that sentence at least three minutes prior and Dean was still trying to figure out what the fuck he meant by that. He didn't want to ask, didn't want to think, didn't want to move. He just wanted to lie on his bed and sink into a dreamless sleep and get some peace for one fucking minute.
And he wanted to know what Sam meant by that.
Dean heard Sam moving around the room like background noise to the chaos in his own mind and Dean closed his eyes against the heavy onslaught of emotions he felt rising to the surface of his skin, prickling their way out of his body.
So the fact that Sam was suddenly looming over him didn't register for the first few moments.
Dean felt a slight weight change on his bed and cocked one eye open, expecting to see nothing, but especially not expecting to see Sam's head a few inches from his own. Dean went to move, his first reaction was flight, but one of Sam's hands came down on his shoulder, rendering him frozen. Not because the hand was brutal, in fact it was holding Dean there softly, tentatively, with the long fingers that dazzled Dean's mind rubbing across his collarbone. Sam's fingers felt like calloused velvet as they moved over the thin T-shirt material and Dean's mind is blank, because all he can do is feel and maybe breathe, although he hasn't tested that theory yet.
Sam dips his face perilously close to Deans own and Dean notices a small glint in Sam's eye and a small smile tugging at that goddamn mouth.
Dean knows he is asleep, passed out from too many drinks and he knows he will wake up tomorrow with a dull headache and a raging hard on, but for once it doesn't matter because instead of dreaming of sickness, desperation and unfulfilled want, Dean is finally having a good dream about Sam.
And it's a really vivid one. It feels so real, Dean can hear his breathing speeding up because of Sam's close proximity and can smell the freshness of the motel soap Sam used in the shower that day.
Which doesn't seem quite right to Dean in his dream state, because his dreams usually weren't so detailed, but the thought is driven from his mind in a nanosecond because Sam's head his dipping towards his and before Dean can exhale the breath he has been holding, Sam's lips are on his own.
Dean feels himself explode, but its almost like he is outside looking in, because the feelings are so strong and so surreal that they can't possibly belong to him.
Without warning from his own body or mind, his hand is twisted in Sam's hair and he is moaning against Sam's sweet mouth and his body is arching up towards him. Sam's response baffles him, because Sam is mewling in the back of his own throat and straining closer to Dean, hefting one of his legs in between Dean's.
Sam's tongue bangs against Dean's lips and sweeps into his mouth, finding Dean's tongue with his own. They kiss each other in a way neither has kissed anyone before, an exchange of souls with every motion their mouths make.
Sams hot, huge hands scramble under Dean's t-shirt and his touch is so desperate, and so needy that Dean thinks he may go insane just from that alone.
Dean comes into focus just long enough to realize if this is his dream, then every fantasy he hid from himself in the daylight about Sam was going to come true in this one fucking dream. He would see to it himself.
So he leans up towards Sam and roughly pulls at Sam's shirt, almost ripping it off his broad shoulders and his hands convulsely twitch while he runs them down Sam's quivering abdomen. He pulls Sam downwards until they are flush against one another and Dean reaches around to kneads Sam's ass through his jeans.
Sam squirms against Dean, creating a friction between them that is making the air thick and salty, like they are underwater. All the while their mouths never leave one another, constantly fused together in what seems like an endless kiss.
Sams hands are scrambling for Dean's belt and Dean is already working Sam's jeans down his long legs and they are a mess of tangled limbs, their need making them clumsy and inefficient in their lovemaking, but neither pauses in their individuals pursuits.
Soon they are skin on skin and Dean is so hard, so tense that he feels like he may shatter into a million pieces at any given second and Sam still hasn't even touched his cock yet.
As the thought entered his head, Sam's hand encircled Dean's engorged penis and Dean's hips lift off the bed spasmodically, keening towards Sam in a way that would look so desperate to anyone who wasn't feeling the exact same way at that moment.
But Sam was.
Dean's own hand found Sam and he stroked up and down the long shaft of Sam's cock, feeling it jerk in his hand, making his own impossibly harder every time it happened.
It doesn't last as long as it should, their desperation stealing any control either one would usually display in bed and soon Dean is shouting Sam's name as he comes into his brother's hand and Sam buries his face in Dean's shoulder during his own release, biting hard into the flesh he was so gently stroking minutes earlier, before this feverish dream really took flight.
Sam is on top of Dean still and Dean feels Sam's heart beat in his own chest, and it feels like it should have always been there. Sam's hands are still stroking Dean everywhere, touching his face, his chest, his arms, moving ceaselessly, learning the planes of Dean's form, while his mouth plants soft wet kisses on Dean's cheek, ear and neck.
Deans hands are wrapped around Sam protectively and as he feels his heart rate hit a normal speed, the full realization of what just happened between them sinks into the fog of Dean's brain.
He pulls Sam's face up so he can finally, FINALLY look into the eyes he has tried to live without for what feels like years and Sam smiles softly at him.
"I swear Dean, if I had left it up to you to make a move, we might have missed this completely." With that short statement, Sam's lips brush against Dean's sinfully, and Dean is rendered useless once again, only able to respond to the delicate kisses, trying to hold back his own desperation and need for just a moment, so he can just enjoy the feeling that this miracle has brought him.