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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Timestamp,
      Alternate_Universe_-_Historical, Established_Relationship
  Series:
      Part 2 of We_Know_Each_Other_As_We_Always_Were
  Stats:
      Published: 2008-07-13 Words: 655
****** Lazy Summer Loving ******
by mickeym
Summary
     Just a lazy summer afternoon.
Notes
     Timestamp in the "We Know Each Other" verse; takes place in the
     summer after the boys first get together, and before Dean enlists.
It starts as it so often does these days, with them tackling and tickling each
other. Pushing and shoving, hands slip-sliding over sweaty skin, as much
caresses as anything else.
When they're both too hot to wrestle any more, Sam's overshirt discarded back
some distance, leaving him only in a sweaty t-shirt, and Dean with his shirt
unbuttoned and flapping open, they flop down in the grass. Sam settles close to
Dean, then shifts closer, moving until he's resting more-or-less on top of
Dean.
Dean's rubbing his hand up and down his chest, lazy strokes that make Sam hot
for reasons other than a summer day. It's mesmerizing, watching Dean's fingers
edge closer and closer to the waistband of his pants; when one finger dips
below, just briefly, Sam feels dizzy from the heat surging through him.
He kisses Dean, then, reckless in the daytime like this, with the house still
in view, though at a distance. Reckless, but necessary, and one kiss turns into
two, into a dozen, slick and slow and so good, Sam's tongue dipping and teasing
at Dean's mouth the way Dean's fingers are teasing at his fly, at the edge of
his pants.
Sam whispers into Dean's ear, "I want to watch you touch yourself."
He rubs over Dean's nipple with his knuckles; presses tiny kisses to Dean's
neck and throat while he watches Dean slide his hand down slow, so slowly,
rubbing over his belly and then edging his fingers down under the waist of his
pants. Sam fumbles for Dean's buckle, their fingers tangling while he undoes
it. Beneath the fabric Dean's hard, dick tenting his pants out, and Dean groans
low in his throat when Sam rubs his fingers against him deliberately.
"C'mon," Sam hisses, nipping at Dean's throat. "Do it."
"So impatient, Sammy," Dean laughs, but Sam hears his groan of relief when his
pants come undone and his dick surges up and out. No underwear; it's too hot to
wear them today -- Sam's bare under his pants, too. Now Sam smells Dean, rich
and earthy, sex and sweat and salt and he bites his lip so he doesn't reach
down. He wants to watch Dean. "God--you, you should do this." The words fall
from Dean's mouth, slurred and rough, and Sam thinks yeah, he should, but it's
incredible to watch Dean do this.
"Want to watch," he says instead, and licks at the droplets of sweat beading up
on Dean's throat. Sucks over Dean's Adam's apple, scoring the skin lightly with
his teeth. "Love to watch you, taste you, you taste so good--" He rocks into
Dean, pressing his erection against Dean's hip. Just that bit of friction makes
heat streak up his spine and down his nerves.
"Uhhh." Dean thrusts up into his hand, breath coming in faster, heavier pants.
Sam shifts so he can kiss Dean; tastes the hunger on his tongue, licks the salt
off his lips. Dean's mouth is hot and slick, a bit of wet heaven and Sam drinks
from it eagerly, sliding his tongue over and around Dean's and swallowing down
all the little grunts and growls Dean makes as he jerks off.
He spills over his stomach and fingers, and Sam ducks his head to lick and suck
each drop up. Dean shudders when Sam sucks his fingers; the shudders turn to
shivers when Sam laps at his belly, chasing each bitter-salty, sticky bit of
come.
"Let me do you--" Dean starts, shifting to roll to his side. Sam feels heat
crawl over his cheeks and dips his head so Dean doesn't see it.
"Already came," he mumbles. "When you did."
"Yeah?" Dean slides his hand over Sam's crotch; cups the wet heat he finds
there. "I'm too much for you, huh?"
Sam snorts but curls closer. It's way too hot to be this close, but Sam doesn't
care. The closer the better, in his opinion.
~fin~
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