My Middle Name Must be Stupid
AN: No, I don't own it. Really? I have to keep saying that? I don't own them – you can tell because they still have shirts.
"Oh yes, there will be sex."
Trailing hot wet kisses down Dean's chest, Sam worked his way across his body. Sam could feel Dean's skin quivering beneath his lips. He felt his breath hitch as he bit the flesh below his breastbone. A short slide of Sam's tongue diagonal across his abs had him nibbling on Dean's hip. A sharp bite, a warm lick, and a soft kiss before repeating.
Dean was an emotional jumble. His body was no longer pinned to the bed but Dean could not seem to move except the slow arch of his back and the tight grip his hands made with the sheets. He knew he had to stop this. Stop his brother. His brother….Dean's life flashed in his mind, each image, all his important milestones, every happy memory revolving around one person: His Sammy.
In truth there is acceptance. Dean shuttered, the tension rushing out of his body leaving him pliant on the bed. This was his Sammy. The one person he refused to let go. He wouldn't let death separate them, he sure the hell wasn't going to let fucked up black eyes and a little sex tear them apart. If this is what it took….then so be it.
Sam felt the change in Dean. Weaving patterns with his tongue, he moved up Dean's body. Scrapping his teeth along Dean's chin, he looked at his face. Calm green eyes met hazel. "Dean," Sam said as he searched for the anger, the hate, the disappointment he had seen so many times before. And found none. "Dean," he whispered as he found acceptance and love. "Dean," he breathed as if it was a sacred work offered to the wind and kissed him.
Softly, Sam worked Dean's lips open, finding little resistance. He traced the warm contours of his mouth while his hand clutched at Dean's shoulders, thumbs rubbing circles against smooth collarbones. He settled his body onto Dean's, knees pressed to warm hips and his groin rubbing temptingly against Dean's.
Hesitantly, Dean moved his hands up Sam's back, fingers brushing the hem of his shirt and slipping cautiously below to touch skin. Sam solved all his problems by sitting up and pulling of the offending garment in one quick movement. Unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down, he renewed the kiss with vigor.
"Sam", Dean's voice hick upped. "What are we doing?"
"Don't", Sam growled. "Don't let the guilt come between us. Don't let weak emotions stop you from taking what you really want. What you need. I'm not!" With a smoldering look that could melt steel and even Dean's resistance, Sam leaned down and drew Dean's nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it before biting it gently.
His hand slid up Dean's inner thigh to cup his manhood. "Looks like little Dean is taking an interest", he smiled. He rubbed his nose against the warm length and let the tip of his tongue briefly taste its tip.
"Sam, I know you are disproportionately ginormous, but that is not little. It is miles from little."
The warm chuckle that escaped Sam's lips sent shock waves of pleasure up Dean's spine, curling his toes and arching his back. "No," Sam agreed. "Not little. Impressive. Perfect. Not anywhere near little." Each word Sam punctuated with a lick, soft cool air blown across the tip, or a gentle nibble of his lips.
"Sam!" Dean managed to sputter out, dragging the vowel sound. "Can you….can we…damn Sam…ah – oh..." Sam pushed down the swelling emotion that formed in his chest. That was a weak emotion and he needed to be strong. Lust was strong. Possession was strong. But control was powerful. And Sam knew he was in control. Dean, king of the one night stands, was a shivering passion filled tangle of arms and legs that withered beneath him. Yes, Sam thought, control was powerful.
Sam took Dean's length into his mouth, humming, sucking, stroking, and creating a human shaped pool of lust that was once named Dean. Fingers traced Deans opening, leaving a cold trail of lube before pressing into his warm heat. Dean let out a muffled cry and undulating his body against Sam, riding the finger deeper into his body. His movements became more desperate, more demanding with each finger Sam added until he was thrusting his hips with all his strength. "Sammy, now!" A gasping moan, "Now?"
Sam moved himself into position, lifting and nudging Dean until he rested at his warm entrance. "Now?" he grinned down at Dean. A muffled "damnit now!" was all the encouragement he needed. Mattress rocking, headboard banging, Dean's passionate cries adding a staccato counter beat to the sounds of bodies pounding into each other. Time sped up, time slowed down, it was a moment that lasted forever and yet it was over too soon.
Sam, silent in his attention to Dean's body, wrapped his hand around Dean's dick, moving with a long stroke and a twist. As he felt Dean's climax approach, Sam threw his head back, eyes closed; back bow-shaped in ecstasy, and came. Seconds later Dean joined him and they lay, arms and legs entwined as their passions and bodies cooled.
Sam stood up with a pat to Dean's leg and a fluid roll to his feet. He quickly pulled on jeans before turning back to his brother. "I'll have some food sent up. There are things I need to finish. It's coming to ahead now and will all be over soon. " Pulling a shirt over his head, he added. "You've got free range of the house; whatever you want but Dean," Sam paused, eyes narrowing, "Don't do anything stupid." A quick kiss on Dean's lips and Sam was heading out the door.
Dean watched as the door closed behind his brother, who had somehow just became his lover. "I think," he whispered to himself, knowing the things that faced him in the week to come. "I think my middle name must be stupid."
AN: AAANNNDDD….a sex scene. How was it? Good? Bad? Meh? I am leaning toward Meh! Reviews are manna from heaven and any pointers are welcomed. Next chapter is the dreaded flashback. Sorry, but I just can't figure how to put past information into the present story without messing up the flow. Sooo flashback!