onlytobenormal | built to crash ((samefivealbums))

"If I'm old, you're ancient then--" And whatever else he was going to say to that bitch comment was kind of cut off when Dean decided to kiss him like that.

He might have been one of the most perfect ways for Dean to end bickering matches, actually because it definitely distracted Sam enough for continuing to bitch. He let out a soft noise into the kiss, returning it eagerly, nipping at his lower lip lightly.

This was Dean's very favorite form of ending a conversation. It usually led to much better things than playful arguments. Dean made a soft sound when Sam nipped at his lip and he returned the favor, teasing at his brother's mouth a moment before kissing him again. A little harder this time.

Sam shifted a little, blindly putting his glass down in favor of rolling closer to Dean, settling half on top of him as the kiss deepened. Definitely a great way to end an argument and Sam was definitely feeling receptive to the affection.

Dean sank a little more into the pillows and the bed, pulling Sam tight against him. Kissed him back with all the passion and affection his brother was giving him. His hands slipped under the back of Sam's shirt to touch skin, smoothing down the long line of his brother's spine.

He parted from that kiss soon after he felt his broher's hand smoothing up his spine, giving a pleasant sigh. "Dean..." He tilted his head, nuzzling into the other, kissing here and there along his jaw. "Aiming for another kind of entertainment?"

"When am I not?" He teased gently, holding Sam closer and running his hands along the lines of his body. "Course, this is nice, too. I like kissing and touching you. Not like we're in a hurry."

"True. It's like you're always horny." Sam sighed at the touches, shifting comfortably under the attention. Dean-- was kind of making it hard to sit around and feel too sorry for himself because he kind of fucked up their lives with all the distractions. Kind of derailed his plans of getting drunk too, if he kept touching and kissing like that...

And Sam was kind of grateful, in a way. Sex wasn't a go-to comfort on the same level it was with Dean, but neither was the bottle typically.

Even if this is kind of what got them in this mess, the kissing and the touching were both nice. He shifted, straddling the other's hips as he returned those kisses slowly, his own hands smoothing down over his brother's shoulders. "Yeah, it's nice, Dean..."

Dean let Sam settle in his lap, then wrapped his arms around his waist to keep him close. Sighed softly into his brother's kiss, leaning back a little to give his hands room to move. Physical comfort was what he did best, really. Words always seemed to get messed up for him. If he could keep Sam's mind off of what was hurting him, all the better.

"Love you."

"I know," he murmured, nuzzling absently at the other, peppering soft kisses here and there. His touches were soft, affectionate, exploring and lingering because there wasn't really any rush, he supposed. Nowhere either of them really had to be anyway. "Love you too."

His hands slipped under Sam's shirt again, moving lightly over his back and shoulders. He tilted his head to the side, letting Sam nuzzle him all he wanted.

Sam rocked lightly against the other, giving a low, pleasant noise deep in his throat at the touching. "Dean..."

"What do you need, Sammy?" He murmured softly against his brother's neck. Bit and licked at the skin gently, his hands still working over Sam's back and sides. When Sam rocked against him, his body arched to meet him, pushing back into the motion. "Give you anything."

"Need you," he murmured soft, shivering at the rake of teeth on his neck, rolling his hips steadily against his brother's. "Just want you, Dean..."

Reaching down, he started to hitch up Dean's shirt, smoothing his palms over his chest.

Dean's hands slipped down to hold onto Sam's hips and pull him more firmly against his hips each time Sam moved. He moaned when he felt hands on his chest. "You've got me, Sammy. Always got me. M'all yours."

Sam shifted forward, trying to find an even better angle as Dean pulled his hips down, gasping softly at the friction. "Dean..."

Blunt nails raked over the other's skin before he curled forward, kissing over the skin that was exposed to him. This was good, just the touches and the friction, the movements between their bodies. "This good, Dean?" he murmured against his skin, looking up to meet his eyes.

"God, yes. Always good with you." Dean groaned and looked down to meet his brother's gaze, hands tightening on Sam's hips. Every touch of Sam's lips or nails made him shiver and want more. Want him closer.

He paused to tug his own shirt off and reach down to unzip his jeans. "Less clothes, Dean, c'mon." He had to reluctantly shift off his brother to wiggle out of his own. Good as that was--it was always so much better to feel skin on skin.

There was no way he'd refuse a demand like that. Dean sat up a bit and tugged off his shirt, reaching down to unfasten his jeans. He was already half hard and it was a relief to take off some of the pressure. When he was done, he wrapped his arms around Sam again and pulled him back down against him, kissing him deeply.

Sam settled back on top of the other, nudging apart his legs so he could settle between them. He returned that kiss eagerly, deeply as arms came around him. Reaching between them, he went to wrap his hand around his brother's length.

Dean moaned and rolled his hips up into that stroke of Sam's hand. His lips moved against his brother's, kissing him hungry and urgent. His hands slipped down under the back of his brother's jeans to grab hold of his ass and squeeze, pulling him in closer.

There was a soft growl when he was pulled closer, mind blanking except for Dean and Want and Hot. Best way to be when everything had kind of fallen down around the both of them, he decided. He scrambled for his brother's hands, pushing them down to the mattress at either side of his head, tangling their fingers and keeping them pt.

His touches were more urgent now, desperate to just keep it up, keep lost in the moment. His tongue practically fucked into the other's mouth, his hips finding a rough, hard rhythm against his brother's as he sought out more friction.

Dean's eyes went a little wide before they shut and he sank back into the mattress. If Sam wanted to hold him down and kiss him like that, he was sure as hell not going to stop him. His hips pushed up into Sam's, grinding back hard against him. The more that friction built, the more heat between them. He whimpered, legs bent and knees pressing into Sam's sides.

He moaned shamelessly into the kiss, biting lightly at his brother's lower lip, lost in the friction between their bodies, the heat. God, all he could think about was Dean. Just Dean, Dean, Dean, and for a moment, that was just... perfect.

"Dean," he panted hotly against his lips, moving more desperately. "God, love you so much..."

"Sammy, fuck..." He gasped and nipped at his brother's lips. "You feel so good. Don't stop."

He twisted and writhed under him, pressing his body up into Sam. His wrists moved in Sam's grasp, tugging lightly at the hold just to feel the resistance. He moaned at the tight grip, brain on auto pilot as his body demanded more, more, more.

"Not gonna-- fuck. Mine. All mine." At least he could count on that... count on Dean being there, being his and fuck, the way he writhed under him, pushed into him had his mind reeling, his body entirely focused on his big brother. He rocked harder into him, bucking roughly and pressing harder. Just feeling Dean's cock hard and digging into him like that, knowing Dean felt the same was perfect. Absolutely perfect.

He breathed roughly against the other's lips, murmuring praise or just how good he felt, how good this was, and all the filthy little promises and stuff he'd do to Dean eventually, for Dean. It was all mindless babbling and he couldn't stop if he wanted to.

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