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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Wincest_-_Freeform, Rimming, Established_Relationship, Top_Sam, Bottom
      Dean, Dean_in_Panties, Fluff, Weecest
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-10-08 Words: 5899
****** Just You, Only You ******
by HandsAcrossTheSea
Summary
     Sam has doubts. That is until Dean chases them away.
Notes
     My first Weecest ever. Let me know how I did.
Sam looked up at the clock above the black board, warily watching the second
hand tick its way to the completion of the next full minute.
                It was mid-September and a Friday, ten minutes until his last
class of the day, US history, let out and then it was a weekend of (hopefully)
not too much homework and a lot of Dean.  Dean who he would get to hang out
with and not worry about homework tonight (because not even Sam would do that
on a Friday).)  Dean who would stay up late with him and touch him in ways that
made Sam blush just thinking about it, Dean who would press his lips to his
skin and claim him as his.  Sam absently reached up and touched the hickey
right over the middle of his breastbone, still purpling the skin after two days
of it having been first sucked into his skin.
                Sam didn’t realize how horny he was until he felt the head of
his cock rub against the leg of his boxer shorts, reaching down to adjust
himself as subtly as he could because fuck if thinking about Dean’s pretty pink
lips didn’t get him hard and wet.  He tried to get caught back up with the
lecture, something about the American Revolution that Sam just couldn’t bring
himself to be interested in.  He was far too interested in thinking about the
freckles that dappled across Dean’s shoulders, the dots having formed over the
summer when he and Dean would do nothing but lay in the sun for hours and just
talk, sometimes stopping to make out with the sun high overhead and not a care
in the world.
                Two minutes before the bell rang Sam noticed that he still had
a throbbing erection and he was not about to try and walk with that for
everyone to see (Sam’s cock had gotten a lot bigger over the last year, much to
Dean’s enjoyment and partially to Sam’s annoyance – there was simply no hiding
the fact that he was hung and truthfully he was a little embarrassed by it.) He
called up the most gruesome image he had in his mind, a rotting werewolf corpse
that he and Dean had come across last spring while on a hunt with their father,
replaying it over and over until he felt his cock deflate right as the bell
rang, Sam gathering up his things in a hurry. 
                Coming out of the classroom he just so happened to overhear
three of his classmates talking.  Sam tried not to pay them any mind but he
heard the word “cock” and well…. his sixteen year old brain couldn’t ignore
it.  He stopped at his locker and pretended to put stuff in his bag to listen.
                “Man, Stacie’s a terrible cock sucker – can’t even get halfway
down on me before she starts to choke.”  Sam recognized the speaker as James, a
soccer player who Sam couldn’t stand.
                A boy named Ben spoke next.  “Wait, Stacie Bellum or Stacy
King?” 
                “Either one.”  Sam blushed – he knew both of them and they
seemed perfectly nice to him.
                The third boy shouldered up his book bag, a guy Sam couldn’t
remember if his name was Brian or Briant.  “I think I had one of ‘em last week
at Scott’s party.  Couldn’t take a dick worth anything.  Told her to just get
off of me because she was terrible.”
                Sam stopped listening and walked away, his ears burning.  He
wasn’t embarrassed so much from overhearing them as he was from putting himself
in their situation – did Dean think he was good enough in bed?  Dean had never
said anything out right about it but Sam still didn’t know, having been in that
sort of relationship with his brother for almost a year now. 
                The clouds had cleared from that morning and the bright
Nebraska sun was shining bright overhead, Sam spying the dark shape of the
Impala almost immediately in one of the visitor’s spaces, a tanned arm hanging
out the driver’s window, hand tapping along to Def Leppard.  Sam saw Dean’s
smile in the side mirror, almost flashing in the sun as Sam approached the
car. 
                Dean popped the trunk for Sam to put his book bag in, the
hinges creaking as Sam lifted it and deposited that and his sweatshirt on top
of the false bottom, careful to not set it where there was delicate ammunition
that he and Dean had spent hours making.
                The door was unlocked, Sam listening to the familiar squeak of
metal as he opened the door and folded himself into the passenger seat, holding
on to the roof as he got in.  Dean leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, Sam
not really feeling like he deserved to have Dean kiss his lips at the moment.
                Sam could almost feel the confused look that Dean gave him as
he started up the car.  “School go alright Sammy?”  Dean threw an arm over the
back of his seat as he turned around to watch where he was going, easing the
Impala out of the parking space and attracting the attention of a cluster of
girls nearby, seeing Dean in the driver’s seat.  A couple of them waved at Sam
and smiled – he tried to make himself disappear, knowing they were only paying
attention to him because he was in the car with Dean.
                Dean gave them a panty dropping smile as he put the car into
drive and headed for the exit, passing minivans and SUVs that would soon be
taking high school students home.  Sam rested his head against the glass,
looking out the window and not his gorgeous brother who Sam suddenly felt like
he didn’t deserve. 
                Dean knew better than to question Sam when he got like this,
all moody and quiet for reasons that weren’t readily apparent.  At the same
time when he came out of school like this it generally meant something had
happened, and the not knowing part of that made Dean’s skin prickle – he
couldn’t keep an eye on Sam all the time and it bothered him. 
                “You still haven’t answered my question Sammy.”  Dean reached
out and ejected the tape, flipping it over to the next side.
                “It was fine Dean.”  Sam really didn’t feel like talking about
this right now, any desire he had earlier completely gone and now replaced by
gut churning malaise.
                Dean reached over and put his hand on Sam’s thigh.  “You want
to talk about it?”
                Sam pulled away and shook his head, feeling the guilty sting of
tears behind his eyes.  He clamped his jaw shut to stifle the sob that
threatened to escape, trying his best to hide it from Dean, beautiful wonderful
Dean who he didn’t deserve to call his at all.
                                    .  .  .
                Sam bolted for his room as soon as they got back to the house
they were staying in, grabbing his book bag out of the trunk before Dean even
had a chance to get out and stretch his legs.  He ran past Dean and kept his
eyes away, not wanting Dean to see the look on his face and the sadness in his
eyes – he wasn’t worth Dean’s attention.  Sam knew he was being childish but he
couldn’t help it, the fears that he normally kept buried deep now at the very
surface of his thoughts, echoing loudly in his head and screaming over and over
again “You don’t deserve him!” 
                Sam buried his face in his pillow and cried, his shoulder
hitching up and down as he was wracked with sobs – it was the first time he’d
broken down like this since he and Dean had begun this sort of relationship,
most of the time it being nothing but bliss.  Those thoughts and insecurities
had been there since the beginning sure but Sam had paid them no mind,
confident that Dean wouldn’t wander or leave him.  He had simply accepted that
he and Dean were it and that was that.
                Sam realized how foolish that train of thought had been and his
tears started flowing harder, the pillow becoming damp as he tried to muffle
the sobs that escaped him. 
                He only stopped crying when he finally passed out from
exhaustion, sleep overtaking him and releasing him from his feelings.
                                    .  .  .
                Dean tried not to worry about Sam when he got like this but he
couldn’t bring himself not to.
                He had known better than to try and stop Sam when he’d gone
into his room and shut the door – he understood the need for time to his self,
really.  But when he didn’t hear Sam doing anything behind the door, moreover
for hours now well Dean was getting concerned.
                He set down the gun he was cleaning and walked to the back of
the house, knocking gently and saying “Sammy?”
                No answer.
                Dean tried again and opened the door slightly, peering in and
seeing Sam lying face down on the bed.  Dean could just make out the rise and
fall of his back from breathing, indicating that Sam was fast asleep.  He
hadn’t even bothered to take his shoes off, just falling on to the bed as he
was. 
                Dean quietly made his way over to the bed and sat down on the
end of it, gently rubbing Sam’s back to wake him up, Sam barely stirring at
first and then turning onto his side.  Dean smiled and moved a little closer,
running his fingers through Sam’s soft, shaggy brown hair.  Their father had
given Sam a rough time over him growing it for such a long time until Dean had
finally stepped in and threatened  him to stop – Sam’s appearance was the one
thing that Sam had some semblance of control over in his life so if he wanted
to let his hair grow out then he damn well could.
                That had been the last argument they’d had before he’d left
them here, hunting a black dog in the western part of the state.  It had been
almost a month now and they’d only heard back from him twice since then, Dean
having taken a job in a pawn shop on the weekdays so that he and Sam wouldn’t
go hungry.  Of course, Dean was always off in time to come and get Sam from
school and then spend the evenings with him – Sam might have been sixteen but
that didn’t mean Dean didn’t want to leave him by himself.
                That and he loved Sam more than anything or anyone else on
Earth, bar none.
                Sam’s eyes fluttered open, blinking slowly as he cleared the
fogginess of sleep from his mind.  Dean’s breath caught in his throat because
Sam looked so beautiful, so innocent. In that moment Dean wanted nothing more
than to take him and Sam far, far away and never let a single bad thing happen
to his Sammy – he was too good to be damaged any further than he already was. 
Dean felt a rush of guilt at the same time – he’d been the cause of that
damage, had been the one to let Sam be dragged into this life.
                All the same, he was still happy because he had this beautiful,
perfect boy to call his brother and lover.
                Sam looked at Dean, sitting up a little.  “How long was I out?”
                Dean looked down at his watch.  “Three hours.  It’s about
dinnertime – want some pizza?”
                Sam’s stomach rumbled loudly, signaling his need for
nourishment.  “I guess so.”
                Dean frowned at Sam’s indifferent tone.  “Something happen at
school today Sam?  You seemed kinda pissed when I picked you up today.”
                Sam got up off the bed and shook his head.  “Can we just go eat
Dean?  I don’t want to talk about it.” Sam’s thoughts turned back to the
conversation he’d overheard at school, that same feeling of inadequacy rushing
back to his mind.
                Dean got up and turned Sam towards him, hands resting on his
shoulders.  “Hey.  You can tell me anything Sam, you know that right?”
                Sam cast his gaze to the floor, avoiding meeting Dean’s eyes. 
“I… Dean you wouldn’t understand.”
                Dean placed a hand under Sam’s chin and tilted his face upwards
towards his. “Try me.”
                Sam closed his eyes and let out a long breath.  “I overheard
some guys at school today.”
                Dean’s protective instincts immediately kicked in, his grip on
Sam’s shoulder tightening a little.  “Were they talking about you Sam?  Do I
need to go and kick some ass?”
                Sam shook his head.  “No.  They were talking about… something
else.  About their girlfriends.  Said that… said they were bad in bed.”
                Dean couldn’t help but laugh, much to Sam’s embarrassment. 
“Sorry to say it Sammy but what does that have to do with you?”
                Sam wriggled out of Dean’s grip and turned away from him.  “I
thought about me being in their shoes and…. Dean am I good enough for you?  I
mean I know you’ve slept with lots of girls and when you smiled at those three
as you were leaving today….”  Sam’s words came out in a rush, his last words
punctured by a sob that he didn’t quite manage to stifle.
                “Oh Sam.”  Dean hugged Sam from behind, wrapping him tightly in
his arms and putting a hand over Sam’s chest, feeling his heartbeat.  “God
Sammy…. Sam I…. I’m so sorry you think that.”
                Sam raised a hand and wiped away the tears from his eyes.  “I
couldn’t help it De.  Just… couldn’t.” 
                Dean kissed Sam’s neck, his little brother a good two inches
taller than him, so much life and love in this body that Sam still didn’t have
a full grip on.  “Sam I’d never think that about you.  Ever.”  Dean turned Sam
so that he was facing him, pulling Sam’s head down to rest their foreheads
together.  “You think I’d ever go back to other people Sam?  Not a chance baby
boy.  Not a fucking chance.  Only want to be with you, just you Sammy.  You
understand that?”
                Sam’s voice was a broken sob.  “Please… please don’t mess with
me Dean.”
                Dean hugged Sam tighter and tilted his lips up, pressing them
gently to Sam’s, warm and soft and perfect, gently swiping his tongue against
Sam’s bottom lip, Sam opening up for him, a small moan escaping him and
puncturing through the sobs that were still spilling from his lips.  Dean
kissed him gently, Sam’s hands finally coming up to rest on Dean’s sides and
finally kissing Dean back, his body stilling as he allowed himself to relax and
get lost in Dean.
                After another moment Dean pulled back but didn’t stop looking
at Sam.  “Does that feel like I’m messing with you Sammy?”
                Sam shook his head.  “No.  God I’m so sorry I doubted it Dean,
really.”
                Dean brushed the side of Sam’s face gently, his fingers cupping
Sam’s cheek.  “I love you Sam, and nothing’s gonna change that.  I haven’t even
so much as looked at anyone else like that since we started this.”
                Sam blinked slowly and kissed Dean’s palm. “Really?”
                “Awfully hard to go somewhere else when everything I want is
right in front of me Sammy.”  Dean hugged Sam tight again, kissing the space
behind his ear and rubbing his back, Sam’s body warm and wonderful and so
perfectly molded against his, two pieces of a puzzle that only the two of them
knew how to put together.
                Sam didn’t think he could love Dean any more than he did right
then.
                                    .  .  .
                Sam had decided that since it was Friday night most everyone
else would be at the local high school football game, freeing up some of the
other attractions in town.
                He was right.
                After getting pizza (which had turned out to be delicious) Sam
suggested a movie at the town’s dollar theatre.  Dean had quickly agreed,
seeing as how they had a running show of every Errol Flynn movie ever
released.  (Dean had loved those old movies as long as Sam could remember.)
                Dean bought them candy and soda, his hands and pockets stuffed
full of sweet treats that Sam knew he’d end up eating too.  They settled into
the back row, only three other people in the whole theatre as The Sea Hawkbegan
to roll, Erich Korngold’s loud main title making Sam jump in his seat a
little.  Dean smiled at him and offered him a gummy worm, Sam taking it and
putting it in his mouth.  It was warm from Dean’s pocket but Sam didn’t care in
the least. 
                Halfway through the movie Dean had finished most of his candy
and all of his soda, the sugar coursing through his veins and making him
twitchy.  Sam reached out a hand to still him, resting it on Dean’s thigh. 
Dean turned and looked at him, a sly smile creeping across his face and getting
that look in his eyes that Sam had come to know as his I want you look. 
                Sam swallowed, heat rising in his face as Dean leaned over and
cupped Sam’s cheek, closing his eyes and kissing him, his lips still sticky and
sweet from the confections he’d been eating earlier.  Initially Sam really
didn’t know how to respond because he was kissing Dean in the back row of a
movie theatre and fuck all if that hadn’t been something he’d been wanting to
do all along.
                Dean pushed the arm rest up and scooted closer to Sam, his body
warm and comforting next to him, gently dominating the kiss and tugging Sam’s
hand towards his crotch.  Sam hesitated only momentarily, his sixteen year old
self and hormones kicking in, suddenly a lot more eager for Dean’s hands on his
skin.
                Dean broke the kiss just enough to say “Unzip my pants Sammy
and tell me what you feel.”  Sam nearly came just from hearing Dean’s bedroom
voice, that rough and gravelly tone that never failed to send a shiver of
pleasure up Sam’s spine.  Sam did a quick look around to see if the other
patrons were looking at them – they weren’t – and he unbuckled Dean’s pants,
gently tugging at the zipper.
                The sound of cannon shots on the screen made him jump again,
his fingers going still on Dean’s zipper.  Dean kissed him again, gently so to
calm him.  Sam pulled away after a moment and went back to getting Dean’s pants
open.  It was dark in the theatre so Sam really had to rely on touch.  He moved
his fingers inside Dean’s open fly and as soon as he felt what Dean on his
breath left his body, looking up at Dean, his older brother sitting there with
a Cheshire cat grin on his face.
                “Dean….”
                “Say it Sammy.”
                “You’re wearing… panties.”
                Dean leaned forward and kissed Sam, opening his legs up further
so that Sam could feel  more, Sam gasping as his fingers came in contact with
the large damp patch on Dean’s crotch, precome sticking to his fingers as he
felt along Dean’s hard length.
                “Are… Dean are you turned on right now?”  Sam suddenly felt
stupid for asking a plainly obvious question.
                “Since I got you from school today Sammy.  Wanted you so bad
today baby boy.”  Dean kissed along Sam’s jaw, his stubble scraping against the
smooth skin of Sam’s cheek.  “Thought about your tight little ass when I was at
work, that big cock bouncing up and down while you rode me.  Get so fucking wet
for you when I think about you like that Sammy.  Swear that no one else gets me
wet like this.”
                If Sam had the ability to speak right now he would have said
“We need to go – now” but all he managed was a small moan as he felt his cock
swell, registering the dampness of his own arousal in his jeans.
                Dean stole the words from him and said “Ready to go Sammy?”
                All Sam could do was nod.
                                    .  .  .
                Dean had barely gotten the door shut on the Impala in the
theatre’s parking lot before he suddenly had a lapful of Sam, his hands going
everywhere and kissing Dean hard on the mouth, taking Dean by surprise as Sam’s
tongue worked its way past his lips, tangling with his own and driving a moan
out of him as Sam rocked his hips against Dean’s, feeling his arousal
underneath him.
                Dean finally managed to break the kiss and catch his breath,
holding Sam’s face in his hands.  “Can I help you?”
                “You.  Me.  House.  Now.”  Sam couldn’t keep the impatience out
of his voice – it wasn’t his fault he’d gotten so turned on by Dean’s decision
to where satin panties that he was dying to find out the color of.
                Dean shoved Sam off of him as gently as he could and started
the car, turning to Sam before he put it in gear.  “One thing Sam – keep your
hands to yourself while I’m driving.  Ain’t worth us getting in a wreck,
alright?”
                Sam nodded in understanding, doing his best to not think about
what Dean’s hands and mouth would be doing to him very soon.
                                    .  .  .
                Dean had barely gotten the house unlocked before Sam pushed him
inside and had him against the wall, using his slight advantage in height to
pin Dean’s arms above his head kiss him hard, this time Dean letting Sam take
control and dominate, letting himself be manhandled a little bit.  Sam hardly
ever got like this, normally being more submissive and moving with Dean,
letting Dean lead and control and guide him.
                Clearly tonight Sam was feeling differently and Dean couldn’t
bring himself to be disappointed.
                Dean broke the kiss, looking into Sam’s currently dark hazel
eyes.  “Tell me what you want Sammy.”
                Sam tugged at the hem of Dean’s shirts, trying to get them
off.  “Want you Dean.”  Sam bent forward and sucked a mark into Dean’s neck,
Dean gasping in pleasure as he felt a hint of teeth in the action.
                Sam kissed and nipped his way up to Dean’s ear, breath hot on
Dean’s skin.  “Want to suck you until you’re moaning my name Dean.  Then I want
to eat you out until you’re so good and open for me I can just slide right in. 
Then I want to fuck you until you come so hard you can’t walk right for a
week.  That’s what I want Dean.  You willing to give that to me?”
                Dean had to reach into his pants and grab the base of his cock
to stop himself from coming, hearing those words from Sam’s mouth a pleasure
he’d not experienced before.  “You gonna put your money where your mouth is
Sammy or are you all talk?”
                Sam’s smile turned downright wicked.  “Unless my money is on
that fat cock of yours then yeah I am.”  Sam grabbed Dean by the hand and led
him to the bedroom, using his growing strength to drag Dean along a little
bit.  Dean was actually very interested to see where this new found confidence
was going to take them, especially since Sam had suddenly found a knack for
dirty talk, something that Dean hadn’t heard from him before.
                Sam pulled Dean over towards the bed and pushed him down on it,
straddling Dean’s hips and kissing him just as hard as he had right inside the
door, rocking his hips again and drinking down the moan that Dean let out at
feeling the slide of satin over his cock, feeling his precome all sticky and
pulling against his skin. 
                Dean reached up and pulled at the bottom of Sam’s shirts,
indicating that he wanted Sam to remove him.  Sam took off the flannel first,
pulling his t-shirt forward over his head and tossing it behind him.  Dean
licked his lips at seeing Sam’s body, reaching out to touch him, only to find
Sam’s hands on his wrists a moment later. 
                “You don’t get to touch until you’ve taken off your clothes
Dean.  Want to see you too.”  Sam sat back, just out of reach of Dean’s hands.
                Dean gave him a shit-eating grin and sat up, pulling his shirts
off over his head and sitting back on his elbows.  “Satisfied?”
                Sam thought for a moment, chewing his bottom lip.  “Not yet.”
                Dean rolled and Sam toppled over to the bed, Dean wriggling out
from under him and unbuckling his belt and pants, shimmying them off and
dropping them to the floor.
                Sam’s mouth gaped open at the sight of Dean in pink, satin,
lacey panties, his cock hard and leaking through the fabric.  He’d be lying to
himself if he’d said he hadn’t fantasized about this but he didn’t think that
it would actually come true.
                Dean winked at him and smiled, palming his cock through his
underwear.  “Like what you see Sammy?”
                Sam managed a very small “yes.”
                “All yours Sammy.  Just yours.”  Dean opened his legs up more,
holding his body in invitation for Sam.
                Sam swallowed and took his pants off, his cock tenting out the
front of his boxers, indicating that he wanted this just as badly as Dean did. 
He moved so that he was laying on top of Dean, settling his lean body over
Dean’s, kissing him on the mouth, that perfect mouth that Sam didn’t know had
only touched his body for almost a year now, promises and covenants sucked into
his flesh that Dean would keep forever.
                Dean practically melted in Sam’s arms, wrapping his arms around
Sam’s body and holding him close, legs tangling and locking in together, saying
with his body “I’m not gonna let you go.”  Sam’s lips parted as Dean’s tongue
ran along them, seeking the invitation that Sam was all too willing to give. 
                Sam melted into Dean, two as one, sometimes apart but never
inseparable.  It absolutely overwhelmed Dean sometimes, how much he loved Sam –
in his heart of hearts, he knew Sam was endgame for him.  There was absolutely
no one else he could want more than his baby brother and this   huge, beautiful
thing between them.
                Dean gripped Sam a little tighter, his hand gently pushing at
the back of Sam’s head, pushing the already deep kiss even deeper, their cocks
rubbing together and creating friction that neither of them could get never get
enough of, Dean’s other arm locked around Sam’s waist and holding their bodies
as close together as he could.
                Sam finally broke the kiss, gasping for air against his
brother’s lips.  “Can I taste you Dean?”
                Dean gave him a short, searing kiss, whispering “yes”,
permission that never really needed to be said out loud given.
                Sam moved down Dean’s body slowly, stopping to flick his tongue
out and trace over the dips and ridges of Dean’s torso, swirling around a
nipple and then the other, biting gently, a trail of teeth marks all the day
down.  Sam got down to where Dean’s cock was straining against the confines of
his panties, mouthing along his length, his breath hot and teasing through the
flimsy material.  Sam looked up at Dean and winked, sucking at the damp patch
of precome through the fabric, running his tongue over the outline of Dean’s
cockhead, listening to Dean’s soft moans, broken little noises that increased
in volume the harder Sam suckled him.
                Dean’s hands found their way into Sam’s soft hair, running his
fingers through it, his head tossed back and giving himself over to Sam’s
touch, a blessing on his body that may as well have been delivered from heaven
because it felt so damn good, more perfect than anyone else who’d ever laid a
hand on him like that.  What surprised Dean even more was that no matter how
many times he did this with Sam, it never got old or boring – just better.
                Sam finally took his mouth away and took off Dean’s panties,
eying Dean’s precome covered cock, shiny-slick and hard in the low light of the
bedroom.  Sam removed his boxers and   laid back on the bed, crooking a finger
at Dean.  Dean narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out what exactly it was Sam
wanted.
                “Want you to sit on my face Dean – gotta get you nice and wet
for my cock.”  Sam licked his lips, stroking himself lazily, a fat drop of
precome rolling over his knuckles as he squeezed upwards.
                Dean nodded, not saying a word.  Sam hadn’t rimmed him but a
couple of times, and when it had happened Dean had loved every second of it,
Sam’s warm tongue laving over his hole, making him shudder.  Dean moved so that
he was facing away from Sam, straddling his younger brother’s chest and
planting his hands firmly on the bed, pushing out his bottom towards Sam’s
face.  Dean dipped his head and let out a deep breath, feeling Sam’s breath
tickle at his skin.
                Sam caught a faint whiff of soap, indicated that Dean had
cleaned himself for this – he made a mental note to ask about it later.  Sam
closed his eyes and tipped his head a little more forward, sticking his tongue
out to tentatively lick at Dean’s hole, the muscle fluttering at the contact,
Dean gasping almost inaudibly.  Sam reached up and tugged backwards in Dean’s
waist, urging him to move closer.  Dean complied, inching backwards, watching
Sam’s hard cock leak precome and then feeling the warm, wet salve of Sam’s
tongue on him, first a long, slow lick that made Dean shudder from neck to the
base of his spine, followed by two, three, four more of the same.
                “God Sammy that feels so fucking good.”  Sam hummed his
acknowledgement, picking up the intensity of his action, fucking his tongue in
and out of Dean’s most intimate space, licking, sucking, licking again, feeling
Dean’s thighs quiver as they held his older brother slightly up, giving Sam
access to what he wanted, his desire to taste Dean overwhelming everything
else, nothing but the two of them even remotely important.
                Sam reached one hand around and gripped Dean’s cock, stroking
him as his tongue danced over Dean’s flesh, Dean moaning loud enough to where
Sam heard it echo in the wood paneled room, Dean’s breath coming in pants as
Sam opened him up with his tongue, tasting parts of Dean that only Sam had ever
has access to and very well be the only one likely given that privilege. 
                Dean’s head dipped, a constant litany of “Sammy, “God,” and
“fuck” pouring from his lips, the stimulation almost too much to take, pushing
Dean closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy, Sam’s hand still working back
and forth over his cock, precome coating Sam’s fingers, Sam’s own arousal
evident as precome poured from his cock and pooling against his belly, both of
them turned on for each other, knowing exactly what each other wanted.
                Dean’s back bent forward, laying himself slightly flatter
against Sam’s body, Sam’s face buried in between his cheeks, licking away for
all he was worth.  Dean’s mouth was an O, wanting to say something, anything to
tell Sam how good it felt but all he could do was moan, moan for Sam and his
talented tongue.
                Sam finally relented and pushed Dean off of him, Dean making a
startled noise as he was moved to the bed’s surface, Sam grabbing for the lube
in the rickety nightstand.  Dean moved so that he could kiss Sam as Sam slicked
his cock up, taking some and coating Dean’s hole with it, Dean groaning with
pleasure as Sam used his fingers to open him up more, Dean having settled into
Sam’s lap, the two of them on the edge of the bed.
                Sam took away his fingers and put his hands on Dean’s hips,
helping to position Dean over his cock.  Dean reached down and held Sam’s cock
steady as he sank down, tossing his head back and crying out in pleasure as
Sam’s thick length filled him, making sure the he took as much of his baby
brother as he could.
                “God… wanted this all day Sammy.  Wanted you to fuck me.  God
your cock feels so good inside me baby boy, swear it does.”  Dean held on tight
to Sam’s shoulders, looking Sam in the eye as he adjusted to the still not
quite comfortable feeling of Sam inside him.  Sam had only topped a few times
before, all of them only after Dean had practically begged for it.
                Tonight was different, obviously.
                Sam held Dean tight as he began to thrust upwards, their lips
coming together, Dean moaning into Sam’s mouth and Sam responding in kind,
Dean’s body tight and hot, the perfect fit to Sam’s, two halves of a whole that
nothing could separate. Dean could feel Sam’s cock against his prostate every
time Sam went back in, each time pressing his will to hold out, to not release
until Sam did.
                Sam hooked one arm around Dean’s waist and reached down to
stroke Dean’s cock, the muscle pulsing and smearing Sam’s torso with precome,
his hand a blur over it, working Dean hard and fast.  Dean knew he wasn’t going
to last long like this, not with Sam taking him apart from both ends, the white
heat of orgasm flickering at the edges of his consciousness, teasing at his
senses.
                “Sammy….”  The word barely passed over his lips before he came,
hot spurts of come flying over Sam’s hand and coating both of their torsos,
Dean screaming Sam’s name as his climax shook him, Sam coming right after,
teenage hormones trumping the desire for him to last longer, Dean contracting
around him and shuddering, both of them clinging to each other for dear life.
                They stayed there like that for a long moment before Dean got
up, Sam’s cock pulling out of him reluctantly, moving to pull Sam down on the
bed with him, their bodies sticky as Dean kissed away the last aftershocks of
Sam’s orgasm, Dean’s fingers moving through Sam’s long brown hair, soothing
him.
                Sam moved to where he could lay his head on Dean’s shoulder,
feeling sleepy and sated.  Dean pressed a kiss to his forehead and cleared his
throat, his voice scratchy and raw from sex.  “You remember how you said
earlier that you thought I would go somewhere else Sammy?  Well it’s a two way
street.  I wake up every day and think to myself that you’re gonna find someone
better.”
                Sam snuggled closer and buried his face in the crook of Dean’s
neck.  “Not gonna happen De.  Don’t ever want to leave you.  Love you too much
to do that.”
                Dean closed his eyes and let the words sink in.  “You want to
know something baby boy?”
                Sam nodded.
                “I haven’t been with anyone else since we started this Sammy. 
Can’t begin to think what anyone else would feel like.  Not when this is
perfect.  Can’t stand to think of how that would hurt you.”  Dean pulled Sam
even closer and hugged him tight, feeling the sting of tears in his eyes
because he loved Sam so much.
                Sam clung to Dean tight, any doubts and misgivings he still had
washed away, holding Dean and drawing on him, neither of them moving, content
right where they were.
                As they always would be with each other.
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