NEW CHAPTER AND IT'S SEXY TIMEZ ONLYYYYYY

Sorry guys, it's late and I'm tipsy and this chapter turned out much longer than I though it'd be. I don't think I've ever written such an elaborate sex scene before, so I'm sorry if it sucks, but I hope it's okay and I hope you'll enjoy reading!

Lots of love, Tearsbehindthemask

They didn't have sex that night.
Dean couldn't let go of his little brother, so they just lay in bed, arms wrapped around each other, sharing warmth and feeling each other's breath on their lips.

"How are you feeling?" Dean asked, his hand moving over Sam's neck in slow, hypnotic circles.
"I'm good." Sam purred, opening his eyes to see Dean's expression change from worried to happy.
"That's good." Dean muttered, unable to think of anything else to say.

Sam lazily kissed the green-eyed miracle that was holding him so close.
"Love you, Dean."
Grinning, Dean pulled Sam's face closer and whispered: "I think you told me something like that already. But please, say it some more. I love to hear you say it."
"I… Love… You…" Sam repeated, every word rewarded with one of Dean's warm kisses.

Sam chuckled as Dean started kissing his nose, his eyes, and the rest of his face and didn't even think of resisting when his brother rolled them over and ended up on top of him.
"Has anyone ever told you that you are one good-looking fucker?" Dean asked, admiring his brother from a new perspective.
"Must be something genetic."
Sam's smirk was all Dean needed to crash his lips onto his brother's and to push his tongue into his mouth.
Dean hungrily tried to taste and feel all of Sam's mouth at once and was happy to find that his Sammy was just as desperate to do the same.

Dean's weight on his hips and chest pushed Sam into the cheap mattress, which didn't bother him at all. Sam could feel Dean growing hard through the fabric of their underwear and in turn could feel his own blood rushing down.
"We didn't get to do this last night…" Dean breathed, "So I'm planning on making the most of it now…"
Sam's breath got stuck in his throat as Dean's rough hands slid under his t-shirt and worshipped his upper body, from his small waist towards his broad shoulders.
Dean broke off the kiss to remove Sam's shirt and pushed him back into the bed, his tongue finding its way towards Sam's sensitive nipples.
Sam squirmed as Dean licked and playfully bit him and started pulling Dean's shirt up, wanting to see and feel as much of Dean as possible.

When Dean noticed Sam trying to take of his shirt, he teasingly bit Sam's nipple, causing him to mewl and let go of his shirt.
"Not so fast, baby. We've got all the time in the world."
Dean kissed Sam on the lips and Sam held his brother close to him.
Feeling quite embarrassed, Sam whispered: "But Dean… I want to see you too…"

Dean had never taken off his shirt as fast as he did now.
"You say all the right things to drive me crazy, you know that?"
Sam smirked and took great pleasure in seeing Dean towering over him, breathing heavily and trying to control himself.
"I know." Sam whispered, thinking of all the times that Dean had brought girls home. All the times that he had waited outside or just pretended to be asleep while he listened to his brother and his lovers, he had learned just what kind of things Dean looked for in a girl and what kind of things he loved in bed.

Once again, Dean fell upon his brother; kissing, biting and sucking every bit of exposed skin.
Sam caressed and occasionally scratched Dean's back, leaving long, red marks on his skin, just as Dean left small hickeys and other marks on his own.

Dean's hand slipped into Sam's briefs and Sam gasped for breath as Dean's hand brushed the tip of his erection.
"Good thing I know how to drive you crazy as well." Dean whispered, leaning over Sam. He bit his little brother's earlobe and at the same time stroked him with his other hand.
Sam moaned and his hips bucked up into Dean's hand, rough skin on oversensitive skin.
Needy, Sam pushed his lips on Dean's and whimpered as Dean gripped his shaft and started moving his hand in a steady rhythm.

"Dean… ah… Dean… Stop… I won't… ah… I can't…"
Dean didn't give Sam a chance to talk, smothering him with kisses and keeping his hand on Sam so that he could not catch his breath.
When Sam pushed Dean off of him, Dean raised his eyebrow at his little brother, hand still in Sam's underwear.
"I'm gonna… If you continue doing that I'm gonna come before you get any… I… Let me just try something…"
Dean hid a smirk as he obediently freed Sam from the weight on his body as Sam gently pushed against his chest.
Sam carefully pushed Dean down into the mattress, biting his lip in a way that made Dean want to jump him again.
"I, eh… I've never done this before… But I wanna try it with you…" Sam muttered, his cheeks reddening just thinking about what he was going to do.
"Sammy? What… ah…"

In one swift movement, Sam pulled down Dean's boxers and took the tip of him into his mouth. Sam had never done anything like this before, and he tried to remember how Jess used to pleasure him from time to time. Carefully, he flicked his tongue over the tip of Dean's erection, drawing a moan from his brother and feeling quite proud at this first victory.
Sam took Dean further into his mouth and started licking and sucking, finding himself a rhythm that seemed to please Dean.

Dean's hand was in Sam's hair, praising and encouraging him.
"Oh, God… Sammy… You… You're really good at this… Can't believe I've had to miss out on this for so long."
Sam was very pleased with discovering this new hidden talent of his and challenged himself by taking all of Dean's length into his throat, his brother moaning at the sensation of Sam's lips at the base of his shaft and the rest of him inside of his brother. Sam's erection was heavy between his legs, Dean's moans exciting him, maybe even more that the A+ hand job that Dean had just given him.

At some point, Dean gripped a handful of Sam's hair and pulled his mouth off of him instead of encouraging him to take more of his length in.
"Let's stop there, sweetheart." Dean muttered, breathless, slowly getting up and kissing Sam until he gasped for breath.
Dean didn't know why, but he always secretly enjoyed tasting himself on his partners' tongues. Tasting himself while kissing his delicious brother was almost too much, and Dean had to cause some uncomfortable friction to make sure he wouldn't come too soon.

"I want to make you mine." Dean whispered, his fingers tugging at Sam's briefs.
Sam smirked and nibbled at Dean's earlobe.
"Then do it." he whispered.

Dean didn't need any more encouragement; he pushed Sam back into the mattress and took off Sam's underwear, exposing all of him.
"Are you sure?" Dean asked, spreading Sam's legs and kneeling in between.
"Do you really need to ask?" Sam snorted, his hard-on definitely not showing any signs of hesitation.

Dean leaned over Sam again to kiss him passionately. Sam's hips bucked up at Dean's arousal touching his own, and Dean grinded against him, causing both of them to wonder if they would be able to hold themselves back much longer.
"Do it now, Dean." Sam breathed, wanting his first orgasm with Dean to be as good as it could possibly get.
"So impatient." Dean teased, but clearly struggling to restrain himself. "Eh… We don't happen to have lube, do we?"
"I know I don't." Sam grunted impatiently.
Dean playfully tugged at a strand of Sam's hair to 'punish' him for being so hasty.
"Well, I guess we'll have to do this the old-fashioned way then." Dean smirked.

Sam didn't expect Dean to push his index and middle finger into his mouth, but licked them anyway, sucking on them as if to remind Dean of his recently discovered talent.
Dean grinned and pulled his fingers out, getting back on his knees between his brother's legs, spreading them further.
"This should be easier when you're on your hands and knees, but I want to see all of you. Not just your cute butt."
Just when Sam wanted to give Dean a witty reply, Dean pushed his index finger into Sam's entrance, causing him to gasp because of the alien feeling of something pushing past that muscle.
"You okay, Sammy?" Dean asked, his eyes not having strayed from his brother's face for a second.
"I'm impatient." Sam muttered, as he looked into his brother's green eyes and couldn't think about anything else but how he wanted him.
"It's your call." Dean said grinning, pushing another finger in.

Sam didn't know what to think of this. Dean's fingers up his ass, moving, preparing him for something more. It felt slightly uncomfortable, especially with Dean's eyes on him at all times.
Dean couldn't help but wonder whether he was doing something wrong when he looked at Sam's uncomfortable expression; he moved his fingers again and hit a different spot inside of Sam.
"Ah…"
Ding, ding, ding. Jackpot.
Sam involuntarily lifted his hips to his fingers, unable to do anything else, wanting to feel more of that. Wanting Dean to do that thing again.
"Dean…"

Dean smirked and gave Sam some more of what he wanted, feeling his body relax at his touch and taking pleasure in seeing Sam enjoying this.

"Are you ready, sweetheart?" Dean beamed.
"Yeah… ah… Do it." Sam exclaimed, wriggling against him.
Dean pulled his fingers out and Sam whimpered at the loss of this feeling; Dean slicked himself up by smearing some of his pre-cum over the length of his shaft and slowly trailed his finger from Sam's entrance to the tip of his arousal.
Sam whimpered and nodded, wanting to feel Dean, wanting to be his.

Dean pushed in, past any resistance, Sam gasping for breath and bringing his knees up to accommodate him.
Sam had never felt anything like this. He was Dean's.

Dean slowly started thrusting into Sam to let his body get used to the feeling, not wanting to hurt him, even though his body wanted to let go of all restraints.
"Don't treat me with kid gloves, Dean," Sam grunted, "I can handle it."
"Okay then, big boy, you asked for it." Dean grinned.

Dean slammed into Sam and hit the same sweet spot he'd found with his fingers earlier.
"Yes! Dean!" Sam moaned and rose up to meet his thrust. "Please, more!"
Dean picked up the rhythm, thrusting again; one, two, three and on, drawing moans from his brother and himself.
"God, Sammy, you feel so good."
Dean started stroking Sam, at the same time he thrust into him.

Sam had started shaking, trembling underneath Dean.
"Dean… Ah… Dean I'm gonna come…"
Dean kept thrusting, feeling that he was close as well.
"Come for me, Sammy. Let go."
Sam cried out as he came, spilling all over his own stomach.
Sam's cries were enough to drive Dean over the edge and he let go, groaning, spilling himself inside his brother.

Dean collapsed on top of his brother and they both lay there, breathing heavily.
Sam wrapped his arms around Dean and Dean kissed Sam's forehead.
"How was that, sweetheart?" Dean whispered, breathing against Sam's swollen lips.
Sam smiled up at his brother, still feeling Dean's heat inside of him.
"I'm yours, Dean. Always and ever."