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In the Gloaming
They drove to the edge of the world. The canyon stretched off to the dimming horizon. Sunset was not far off and the wind in the pines tossed the branches against the slowly darkening dome as stars began to punch their way into view one at a time. Venus, the Evening star, appeared first as was only proper. Venus, love's signature star, rode the heavens beside the crescent moon. Both celestial objects edged their way into the evening sky.
"Such a beautiful place," Sam stretched his arms over his head standing on the lip of the rocky outlook, outlined against the vault of heaven. His T-shirt rode up over his belly and Dean wrapped his arms around his brother from behind, fingers tracing the muscles on display. He ran his hands up under the T-shirt and played with Sam's stiffening nubs while Sam shivered in delight,
"Not nearly as beautiful as you," he whispered in the taller man's ear. A lick and a kiss and Sam bent his head to the side to provide more access.
"I need a lot more than that, little brother." Dean rumbled. "Come on. I want to be able to see you before it gets dark. I like both views; the canyon and you."
"Really?" Sam laughed. "Right here and right now? I didn't think you were into public sex."
Dean slid his hands up his brother's flexed arms and pulled the T-shirt off. "Screw 'em if they can't take a joke."
In spite of his smart mouthed remark Dean scanned the area one more time to make sure they were alone.
He swiftly stripped Sam down and then contributed his own clothes to the growing pile of cloth. Once done the pile was small but useful. Dean pushed his naked brother on top.
The last of the sunlight gilded the tall man's body. Sam's honey golden skin glowed in the gloaming. He was touchable and his beauty beckoned. Dean was lost.
He knelt between his brother's legs and ran his hands over every inch he could reach. Up Sam's sides, down his arms, back around to his chest and down to those secret places of Sam's body that belonged to Dean alone. Dean licked and touched and worshipped his lover.
Finally he moved up to kiss those soft lips and, bracing his hands on either side of the brunette's head nudged Sam's legs up and wide. Sam wrapped his legs around his lover and Dean entered easily slicking his way with his own juices. Long association and much practice and the judicious prior application of Dean's tongue made the act of love so easy and perfect they were immediately melded into pure pleasure.
High above the canyon's floor they gasped and surged, a single pulsing unit submerged in the act of love with only the even higher flying hawks as witnesses.