onlytobenormal | in the great outdoors ((samefivealbums))

Sam felt himself leaning back on the chair, just watching wide eyed as Dean writhed and moved for him, moaned his name and slowly, he gave Dean more vibrations, turning the toy up just to watch how he reacted. He felt his own cock twitch with interest, unable to look away.

Fuck, this had to be the hottest thing he'd seen yet and that was saying a lot. Dean was usually sexy--he had to admit that. His brother knew how to get him worked up and he was so over being embarrassed or ashamed for thinking that way about his own brother.

He reached down absently to rub at himself, already half hard and desperate to hurry the process along so he could give his brother what he wanted. "Fuck, Dean... you want it bad, don't you? Tell me."

"Want it bad. Want you so bad, Sammy." He moaned and twisted, trying to grind against the ground and work that toy deeper into him. His trapped cock throbbed where it lay against his belly. Couldn't stop himself from begging now. He was at the end of his rope. "Fuck me, Sammy. Please, fuck me. Need your cock in me. Want you holding me down and hammering into me. Please, fuck, please..."

Fuck, he couldn't resist anymore. Not with Dean being that shameless for him. He shifted back over Dean, grabbing at his wrist with one hand to hold it down, the other turning that toy off and drawing it out so he could shove himself back into that tight, warm heat. He wasn't going to go gentle or slow.

Dean hadn't begged for that. "Fuck--"

Dean's eyes snapped open when he felt Sam on him again, his mouth hanging open on another desperate plea. He whimpered eagerly and cried out when Sam thrust into him, grinding back on his brother, his legs bending and wrapping around Sam as high as he could manage.

No, slow wasn't what he needed now. He needed Sam riding him hard, claiming him. Then to finally, finally let him come. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..."

He didn't stay curled over Dean long. He leaned back to grab at the other's legs, force them up to his chest as he pounded into him. He was definitely going to let the other come this time, but he wasn't ready to take the ring off just yet.

Wanted to hear Dean beg for it. "This what you want, Dean? You have to tell me."

"Oh god. Oh god, oh god..." Dean's brain was misfiring. All he could think about was how he was helpless under Sam, being fucked within an inch of his life. His hands were useless to him and Sam's were busy pinning his legs to his body, holding him wide open and hammering into him mercilessly. His cock was trapped between them, unable to be touched even if he had his brother's permission. "Please... fuck, please..."

"Sammy, please..." He couldn't move and his breath left him in a rush each time Sam slammed into him. "Oh god, please. Fuck, please. Sammy... oh god, don't stop. Come, please. Come inside me. Fuck..."

Sam didn't last much longer, spilling himself hard into the other with a call of his name. He didn't keep his brother waiting though and as soon as he'd ridden out the pleasure, come down and recovered a little, he was taking that ring off, his fingers curling around Dean's cock and rubbing him off, hips still rolling futilely against his.]

Dean was whimpering desperately by the time he felt Sam come. His legs came down when Sam released them and then that ring was gone and Sam's hand was on him. Oh god.

His body went rigid and he nearly screamed Sam's name as he came, back bending up into his brother. His vision grayed around the edges as he rode it out and then slumped back against the ground, body limp and breathing raggedly.

He watched Dean eagerly come undone under him, watched him curl into him like that. He kept his hand moving over the other, milking every drop of pleasure out for the other until he was spent and limp under him.] Dean...

[He smiled a little as he curled over him, kissed him gently.] God, that was great... did so good, Dean. [He rested his head against the other's shoulder.] Love you.

"Love... love you, too." He panted, lips weakly returning his brother's kiss. His whole body was wrung out, empty. He was aware of Sam still inside him and his brother's warmth around him as he curled down into him. His eyes closed, head turning to tip against Sam's.

He nuzzled at the other affectionately, tiredly before shifting to slip out of Dean, settle beside him and draw him close. "You tired now, Dean?" He didn't blame him at all.

"Mmm-hmm..." He nodded slowly, eyes opening just a tiny bit. He was sticky all over with Sam's come and his own and sweat from them both. Completely used and fucked out. Hands still cuffed, he slumped against Sam when he pulled him closer. He settled himself against Sam's chest and sighed, closing his eyes again. "God, so good..."

They needed to wash up, but honestly, it took a bit of an effort to just remember to reach up and finally undo those cuffs. He didn't think he had the energy to move yet... especially with Dean against him and the fire going warm beside them. "Yeah... God, Dean, this weekend's been great, huh?"

"Incredible," he mumbled against Sam's chest. "Kinda wish we didn't have to go home tomorrow."

Although, it wasn't like they lacked for kinky sex at home. Whoever said that sex got boring after you settled down clearly never settled in the right way. Dean's sex life had only improved since he stopped sleeping around.

"Yeah... but then again, it's going to be nice to get a hot shower. Think that's the first thing we should do when we get there..."

A nice, long hot shower.

They definitely never lacked any kind of sex at all. Things never seemed to get boring-- but then again, Dean usually had a lot of ideas.

"True." He laughed softly against Sam's skin. "I could use a long, hot shower right about now."

And showers with Sam were never boring. They always got dirtier before they got clean.

"Gonna have to make do with a cold dip in the lake, man..." He sighed reluctantly. "Let me know when you're up for the trip..."

"Oh god," he groaned unhappily. He forgot about that part. "Gimmie a few more minutes."

"Yeah, okay, man... However long you need." He was perfectly fine pushing their cold bath off as long as possible.

He curled in closer to Sam and breathed a sigh of relief. No icy water yet. Thank god. He nuzzled at Sam's neck.

"Just don't fall asleep out here, dude." They couldn't pass out naked, in front of the fire and on a blanket all night...

"Mmm... I'll try." Sure they could! If they didn't mind waking up sore and freezing. Which he didn't want to do, so yeah. No sleeping. After a few minutes of warming himself by wiggling against his brother, Dean finally pulled back and sighed. "Alright. Let's get this over with."

Sore and freezing totally wasn't worth it. Moving wasn't something he was big on, but he nodded and went to get to his feet, going to the tent to fetch them some fresh clothes to slip into--they'd need something warmer to slip into after this. "Alright. Guess I'm ready as I'll ever be...

While Sam was in the tent, Dean wiped himself down a bit with the edge of the blanket, then grabbed a couple towels. He tied one around his waist and stepped into his boots. He smiled at his brother a little and nodded. "Quick dip and then we run back to the fire."

"Definitely." He slipped into his shoes and wrapped his towel around him. He wasn't in the mood to change into clothes just for this... he started to walk towards the lake, smiling to himself. "So, guess we should do this again, huh? Camping's gotten a lot more interesting..."

in the great outdoors ((samefivealbums))

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