Sam woke up to small rays of yellow light poking through the small, cheap hotel curtains, and blinked—adjusting. Dean was laying on his stomach, hugging the pillow and snoring softly, his hair disheveled and his naked form exposed—except for the sheet that was draped over the curve of his ass. Sam really wanted reach out and touch his brothers soft skin, but he restrained himself, knowing that Dean didn't usually sleep very well. He gave his brother this chance to sleep peacefully, although he moved a little closer so their arms touched. Dean stirred and Sam was afraid he woke him, but Dean's breathing returned to the soft rhythmic snoring Sam had grown up hearing.
'He is so gorgeous.' Sam thought, looking his naked brother up and down—his member twitching at his wayward thoughts. Sam reached down to touch himself. 'Don't wake Dean.' He thought to himself as he stroked his half-hard length. He started thinking of last night, and grew harder. He remembered how Dean had filled him up so completely and it felt so right. He remembered how Dean had felt, surrounding him with a soft, slick heat hotter than a thousand suns it seemed.
"Oh Dean." Sam moaned as he picked up speed, starting to rock his hips forward, pushing himself into his hand—unable to control his urges and feelings.
"Fuck me Dean!" Sam whispered to himself, biting his lip. Sam continued to moan and writhe, unaware that Dean was—unsurprisingly—awake and watching.
"Oh God, Dean! Fuck! Fuck! Ah!" Sam was close and he was wildly thrusting and pumping.
"Fuck me Dean! Please! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Sam stopped just as he was about to come, and reached down with his other hand, slipping a long finger inside of himself. He pumped his middle finger a few times, crooking it eliciting a sweet pressure. He wanted Dean inside of him so badly and he was sure he could take his older brother fully this time. He continued to tease himself until he couldn't stand it anymore—not caring if he was being loud or if he was shaking so bad that Dean would undoubtedly wake up. In fact, Sam found himself turned on more by that thought and wished Dean would wake up and finish him off.
'Damn he is hot.' Dean smiled to himself, watching his brother moan and writhe in pleasure, knowing that it was him Sam was thinking about.
"Fuck, Dean!" Sam shouted out as he came—hard and fast. Thick spurts of white liquid flowing over his hand and shaft, coating him. He continued to pump as he stiffened and then relaxed, prolonging the sensation. He was panting and sweating and Dean couldn't stay silent any longer.
"Damn, you know, I would have been more than willing to do that for you." He said. Sam looked down at his older brother's hand, currently palming himself through the thin material of the sheets. Sam smiled and was determined to make up for last night.
Sam scrambled on top of Dean and straddled his hips, slowly sinking down—Dean moaned.
"Sam." Dean breathed as Sam sat atop him, trying to be still but failing and pushing his hips up.
"Ah, Dean."
Sam began to move but Dean held his hips still. Dean flipped Sam over so he was lying on the bed, Dean still buried inside of Sam and nestled between the younger Winchester's long legs. Sam instinctually wrapped his legs around Dean's waist, pulling them closer together. Dean wasn't going to fuck Sam, no, he was going to do this right—he was going to make love to the only person in life he had ever wanted.
He moved in and out of Sam slowly and with great care, his Love pouring out with every hushed whisper and ragged breath. He pressed and soft kiss to Sam's lips, the feeling reaching his toes and coming back up again, settling in his chest. There was a familiar pull in Sam's stomach and he wanted Dean to go faster, but he never sped up his pace—thrusting in and out of Sam leisurely, taking his time.
"Sam." Dean whispered, punctuating his name with a slow thrust and soft kiss.
"I Love you so much." His breath hitched in his throat.
"I Love you, Sammy." He whispered again, his feelings all coming up to the surface. Sam came at Dean's fevered words, crying out his name. All of Dean's Love for Sam—all the feelings he had been fighting so hard for years to shove down and lock away—erupted from his heart and a silent sob tore from his throat. He grabbed Sam's face in his hands and kissed him, one single tear cascading down Dean's cheek and onto Sam's.
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"Hey Sammy!" Dean called from the bathroom of the hotel room, wrapping a towel around his waist and sauntering—wet and extremely sexy—into the main room. "Sammy." Dean purred from the foot of the bed that Sam was lounging on, staring down at his laptop. "That better be porn dude." Dean sighed, knowing it wasn't. Sam rolled his eyes and ignored the comment.
"I think we should go back to the Roadhouse and check in. Maybe Ellen has something on the demon." Sam looked up at Dean, finally, through his shaggy hair, now long enough to cover his eyes.
"C'mon man, can't we just have one day?" Dean complained.
"We did, that was yesterday."
Dean sighed, defeated, and tried another ploy. He bit his lip and cocked his hip slightly, drawing attention to the towel on his waist and the bulge against the fluffy white fabric. '
And I'm not even hard yet.' Dean couldn't help but smirk in pride. Dean could see Sammy squirming on the bed—the one that they didn't practically destroy last night. Dean sauntered closer, meeting Sam's pale green gaze with his smoldering emerald one.
"Dean—" Sam warned, preemptively moving his computer off his lap. A wicked grin flashed across Dean's face and the he pounced, literally, at his brother. Sam quickly rolled out of the way and onto the floor landing with a not-so-graceful thump but quickly springing to his feet. The older Winchester smiled playfully, almost like a mischievous puppy, and launched again at Sam.
"Dean!" Sam laughed, dodging easily and jumping onto the bed he was just on.
"C'mon Sammy, let's play." Dean charged again and Sam jumped to the other bed; still disheveled and slightly damp. Sam and Dean jumped back and forth from bed to bed—Dean the sex God cat and Sam the obedient, sexual toy mouse. Dean finally grabbed Sam on a return jump and pinned him down on the mattress. They were on the bed which they didn't soil. Dean pressed his lips hard to Sam's and ran his hands desperately over Sam's body. Sam found himself wondering absently how Dean's towel didn't fall off jumping like children on the mattresses.
"Mmmm...Dean..." Sam gasped when Dean bit down on his lip, drawing a little bit of blood. The pain quickly turned to pleasure and sang through his body.
"Wait…Dean…wait." Sam pushed on Dean's taut, muscled, smooth chest and both Winchester's www gasping for breath when the kiss was broken.
Dean looked down at Sam, his eyes filled with concern and Sam thought he could see the slightest tinge of hurt.
"Dean, trust me, I would much rather do this," Sam emphasized his statement with a kiss. " But I just think we have more important things to be doing right now." Sam was worried that his older brother might take it hard, but Dean just got off of the bed and got dressed without a word.
"Dean, please don't be mad." Sam went over to a mostly-dressed Dean and put a hand on his shoulder. "We just need to focus, that's all. Ellen said she could help us and so far we have jack."
Dean sighed and turned to his brother, "Okay, let's go. I'll get the car." Dean placed a chaste kiss on Sam's awaiting lips, and after putting on his boots, headed out the door.