Dean lay beside Sam in their new bed and smiled. The sun reflected off his naked flesh and made him shine. Dean had the overwhelming urge to taste his lover, reflecting that Sammy tasted so good. Everything about Sammy tasted good, his skin, his cum, his sweat, everything tasted good on that man. Dean wanted to taste him, make the man cum watching him taste him with those soft hazel eyes, the pupils blown large with his pleasure.
So Dean moved down to Sam's groin and took his member in his hand. He stroked it softly before taking time to let his tongue and mouth taste Sam's scrotum, sucking on each round jewel and then under them where Sam was so sensitive, then up the blue vein along the bottom of it. His lip pressed along each side of it now, not sucking but tasting his skin there, then up the top side the same way before letting his tongue taste the drop of precum from the tip, letting his tongue press gently into its slit and then slowly circling the outside of the head.
Sam moaned and Dean looked up to see Sam watching him with lust blown eyes. He could see by the look on his face he had been awake for most of it and wanted more. So Dean wrapped his lips around it and moved down him until his nose was buried in the curly hairs there, the strong smell of Sam, musky and sweet at the same time, lingered there, driving Dean insane but he held himself in check.
He did however move his torso up toward Sam where Sam could reach him, Sam's hand tugging on his side urging him to do it anyway, his eyes on Dean's own swollen member, hungry for it. He kept it out of reach though, for now. He wanted Sam's eyes on him the whole time he did this.
"Dean, oh, oh, baby, Dean, so good." Sam panted as Dean sucked him lightly, delaying the pleasure, drawing it out. Sam's hips were gently lifting with each mouth movement now.
"I want to taste you, baby." A firm suck from Dean, "You taste so good, your skin, " Another suck. "your cum," Another longer suck. "your sweat," Another suck. "your blood, Sammy, you taste so good." Another suck, and Sam's head went back but Dean let up to say something else, softly stroking him at the same time. "No, Sammy, watch me. Watch me suck you, I want you watch me make you cum, baby."
Sam head looked down at Dean and his hazel eyes were heavy with desire, desire for Dean. Dean got harder at the look but kept out of reach anyway, his own slow torture to himself.
Dean let himself give into his sucking, his tongue, mouth, and lips working together, moving up and down, savoring the taste of Sam's skin and sex. Sam's eyes stayed on Dean as he sucked and they were hotter now, his body thrusting up of its own accord, seeking its now desperate release into Dean's willing throat. Sam was moaning Dean's name over and over now and his hand went to Dean's head, pushing it down as he pushed up into it, cumming with a shout of Dean's name one last time, his eyes bright as he did so. Dean drank it up, licking and sucking him clean, finishing the rest from the head as he moved up to lay by Sam.
Sam moved down to Dean's throbbing member now, determined to return the favor. His lips savoring Dean's skin, loving the way the light hit it at angles, making him look more sculpted, more like the statue of David that Sam had seen when he went on a field trip in high school, the sunlight hitting the sculpture stomach and chest area, making shadows there. Sam remembered thinking that the statue reminded him of Dean's sculpted body that morning as he came out of the shower in nothing but a towel. He remembered thinking that the statue had nothing on his brother's chest and abs, Dean looking so much better than it had. Dean was a living breathing Greek statue, so gorgeous and tempting.
"What is it, Sammy, what are you thinking so hard about?" Dean had felt him stop sucking him and had looked down to Sam's eyes on his chest and stomach, eyes noting every bump and inch of it. Dean got harder from that look. When Sam looked at him like that, he felt so loved, so appreciated, and so good.
"I was thinking how much better you looked than that statue of David I saw on a field trip in high school." Sam admitted, smiling up at him. Dean remembered. He had snuck out of classes to follow Sammy on that field trip, to keep an eye on him, to keep him safe if anything or anyone went after him. Sure some people may have called it paranoid but he called it being a big brother. Sam hadn't seen him but he would have agreed with Dean, it wasn't paranoid, at least not for his family. It was being protective. Even if there was a touch of desire in Dean's eyes when he watched him. Sam saw the looks and pretended not to, mostly to keep Dad from noticing them. Sam had liked those looks and he looked at Dean the same way. Thank goodness they were good at lying with their faces and eyes. Dad would not have understood.
"Oh, Sammy, when you say stuff like that you make me feel so good. You know that, don't you?" Dean said softly, his eyes shining with love. "I had the same thought about you at that time. Your body was so perfect, Sammy, so much better to look at than that statue was." Sam looked up in surprise.
"You were there?" Sam hadn't seen him there. Sam smiled, it wasn't surprising though. Dean had always been over protective. He made Sam feel safe.
"Yeah, I snuck out to watch over you on that field trip. I did that every time you went on one." Dean's face was full of his love for Sam now. "It was my job to protect you. I had to do it." Dean let himself concede that it may have been his excuse for the behavior but it wasn't the only reason. "I wanted to watch you and see your face as you explored those places. You took it all in, like a sponge, and you wanted to learn so much from it. I just wanted to see you do it. I cherished those looks. You were so beautiful, Sammy, you always were, inside and out. I wanted to share those experiences with you, holding your hand, stand shoulder to shoulder, read each placard and see what you saw. I wanted to be with you, not hiding behind pillars or in the shadows."
Sam sighed and nodded, "I wanted that, too. Dean. I saw you a few times though. Everywhere we went, I saw you watching me and it made me feel good know you were there, so good, so safe. I wanted to kiss you, too. The look was there in your eyes, and I wanted it too. I just figured you would rather no one knew it, so I did nothing."
"I wanted to pull you into the shadows with me a few times, to touch you, to kiss you, to make love to you, to wrap my lips around you and suck you, to make you feel good. I so wanted to see you cum for me." Dean admitted groaning as the memory of those days got him hard again, near throbbing again. He had desired and loved Sammy even then.
Sam smiled and lowered his lips to Dean again, pausing long enough to say, "I wish you had, Dean, I wanted you to so badly." Then he began to take his time, letting his tongue and lips taste his brother lover's curly hairs at the base of him, tasting his scrotum, sucking the taste of him there into his mouth, and then up the blue vein along the bottom of him. Damn, Dean was too close for him to do what he wanted to do right now. He got an idea. "The ring, baby, the new one we bought. Get it please?" Sam smiled at the excited look in Dean's eyes as he dug out the penis ring and pushed it down over him, letting it lay at his base, holding back his orgasm. "You are too close. I have to slow you down. I'm not nearly done with you yet."
Dean smiled and let his eyes take in Sammy holding him firmly with one hand, his lips wet and plumper from sucking him, and got even harder but not finding the release, the ring holding that back.
"I want you to watch me, Dean, watch me make you cum." Sam said and Dean nodded, he wanted that too. Sam went up to his lips and kissed him softly, leisurely, taking the time to make it good, then kissed and touched every inch of Dean's body, front and back with his lip, teeth, and tongue, not missing any part but just letting his tongue taste Dean's hole, thrusting into it, over the butt cheeks, turning him back over to move up his thighs once more, taking him into his mouth, sucking firmly, stroking as he sucked.
Dean writhed in pleasure and loud moans that sounded like cuss words mixed with Sam's name poured from Dean as he did all this. Dean's skin was slick with Sam saliva now, not missing a dip or bump of that beautiful body. Dean forced himself to focus and watched as Sam sucked him harder, Dean's orgasm screaming for release but held back by the ring. In the meantime, his body thrust harder and faster into Sam's sucking mouth, pushing him down while he moved up into him, seeking release but not finding it.
"Please, Sammy, please, I wanna cum, please, let me cum, baby?" Dean begged panting with the need to cum. Sam thought he had never looked so good in that moment. "Yes, baby, suck me, make me cum, lick me, taste me." Dean was talking dirty now. Sam liked that about him too. "Finger me, let me fuck you, I want to be inside you, Sammy, anything, please let me cum?" Dean begged and damned if Sam was ready cum with him now. Dean's word pushing him to the brink, so close. Dean reached into the drawer one more time and pulled out the other ring and pushed it down over Sam, making it so he couldn't cum either. "Ride me, Sammy, I want to have you ride me hard and deep, baby."
Sam smile and got the lube, coating some fingers, taking time to work himself looser and to let Dean watch him do it. Dean's eyes got hotter now and his need flared out of them. Sam positioned himself over Dean's swollen member and lowered himself carefully onto him, sheathing Dean into himself and placing his knees back onto the mattress once more, finding the angle to get Dean to hit his prostate every time and, once he found it, he began to pump himself onto Dean, fucking him and making them both moan and writhe from the sensations but not being able to release. Dean was thrusting harder and faster now, Sam pounding himself back onto him, meeting each thrust with one of his own, his body clenching painfully and arching around Dean demanding his own release but being denied.
"I wanna cum in you, Sammy, take them off! I wanna cum with you," Sam reached around and pushed the small latch on the ring, making it pop off.
"Wait for me, Dean, I have to remove mine." Sam moaned as he felt Dean orgasm approaching faster now. He hurried to remove his own ring. When that was done, they fucked fast and hard, cumming so intensely that they saw white and screamed their releases out, the other's name of their lips, repeated in litany, reverence, and full of love and everything in between.
Sam got off of him and went to lie against him, head on his shoulder, watching Dean's green eyes sparkle from what they had just done, knowing proudly he had put that look there and cherishing it.
"I like it when we wake up this way. " Sam said smiling, not wanting to break contact with his lover, not for a while now.
"Me, too." Dean gave him a small kiss and looked back at him again, savoring the taste of him from Sam's mouth. "You tasted good, Sammy." His hand made lazy circles on Sam's back, Sam purring from those touches, satisfied and sated.
"You tasted good, too. Dean." They kissed one last time.
"We have to move soon, Dante has breakfast waiting, and Claire is going to shopping with us for the loft while the decorator fixes the place up." Dean said, reminding Sam they had stuff to do today. Dean didn't want to move either but he knew they had to.
"Then I reserve the right to hold your hand and stand close to you all day, since I can't do it this morning." Sam said smiling, loving Dean so damn much right now.
"I'd like that, Sammy." Dean got up and pulled Sam with him to the shower to clean up. "I'd like that a lot. It's all I ever wanted to do every time you went on field trips. I just figured no one would understand." Dean looked at his lover one more time. "I loved you so much back then, Sammy, so much it hurt."
"Fuck them, this is us, this is ours. You are my husband in every way and I don't care if they don't understand, I just want you." Sam pulled him closer to him as they entered the shower and the water hit their bodies, running off of it in streams, "I loved you, too."
"Mine." Dean said picking up the wash cloth and soap, lathering it up and washing Sam with it. "So gorgeous, Sammy, so perfect." He washed Sam slowly, cherishing his skin with the soapy cloth like his mouth had done earlier, completing the act he had started. Sam rinsed off and took the cloth, lathering it up, and washing Dean now. Dean helping him wash his hair and rinsing it with him.
"Mine." Sam said possessively, "So beautiful. I love your body, Dean, so damn perfect!" He also took his time washing Dean, liking the way the skin looked under the soap, so dark and tan under all those white suds. He let Dean move in front to rinse off. Sam then washed Dean's hair and rinsed it with him as well.
They kissed softly afterward, as the water was shut off and let it happen, too happy to be like this to care how long they were taking and not in a hurry to end it.
"Feed me, baby, I'm hungry." Dean said after they had dressed and fixed their hair, Sam's tousled, Dean's spiked up. Each now wore a white linen button up shirt and blue jeans, Sam's black and stone washed, Dean's dark blue and frosted looking at the thighs to the knee.
"You got it, Dean." Sam chuckled as their stomachs growled in unison.
"I love you, Sammy. Never forget that." Dean said giving him a small kiss, never letting go of Sam's hand.
"I love you, too. Dean. Always will, promise." Sam smiled and held on tighter to Dean's hand, letting Dean kiss him again. "I like it when we make love in the morning. It makes the day start off so well."
"Me, too." Dean smiled and blinked in the morning sun. They headed to the bar, where Dante let them in grinning. They were late. The boys just smirked knowingly and Dante shook his head, chuckling. He knew why they were late. In fact, he had planned on it.
When they got to the loft, they noticed the woman shaped lump in Dante's bed. They looked and he shook his head in that direction in annoyance. "She won't wake up. She's breathing and everything but she is passed out and not budging." Dante handed them their plates and sat his down in front of him, Sam got the coffee and poured them all some. Sam grabbed a cup of orange juice for them as well as some milk. Claire came out and saw the woman in Dante's bed, looking at him in amusement now. "She won't wake up." He explained as if those four words were the most important words in the world.
"May I?" Claire chuckled, knowing Dante always made the women leave early and how he got annoyed if they tried to stick around. Dante was the lover type but definitely not boyfriend material.
Sam had to tease the man, he couldn't resist. "Nice sheet, Dante. Forgot your clothes?" Dante sat there in a sheet and not much else, getting pissed the woman wasn't gone yet. His clothes were in there. If the woman saw him naked, she might think he was wanting her to stick around for another sex session, and he didn't want that.
Claire laughed as she realized that Dante couldn't dress, the woman would get ideas if he went in there like that. He was locked out of his own room by the woman's mere presence in there.
"Sure, go for it." Dante said, letting her try. He had failed miserably at moving the woman out of the bed so far.
Claire put on an angry face and got into the act. The others watched in amusement. She stalked in to the room and shook the woman roughly. The woman didn't wake up. Dante wasn't kidding when he said she was not waking up so she tried another approach. "What are you doing in my lover's bed?" She shrieked in fake fury, spitting the words for effect. The woman shot up and looked at her in bleary confusion and…fear? Possibly. The woman ran out of the room, dressing as she went, slamming the elevator door shut before heading down.
Everyone was rolling in laughter now, tears streaming. Dante hugged Claire and managed to stop laughing long enough to say, "My lover? Really, Claire? That's the best you could come up with?" Claire laughed now too.
"It worked, didn't it?" She laughed some more and made herself a plate, pouring the orange juice and milk before carrying it over.
"It was effective." Dante chuckled and the boys nodded. She had been scary there for a moment. They cleaned up afterward and headed out to shop with Claire. Dante followed them at a distance to keep an eye on them.
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