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[All Sam is thinking about is Dean and how hot he looks settled between his legs. How the press of his mouth and tongue is nowhere near enough when it's through his jeans. He wants it so much closer, he wants so much more. It's hard to keep himself from breaking down and begging even more or from grabbing Dean and trying to take control here.]

[The look on Dean's face sends a jolt through him - the want clearly shown there. His hips lift up to help him work his jeans down, eager to be free of the restrictive fabric, to feel Dean skin against skin.] Dean, I... God, don't stop.

[Like he'd even have to worry about that. When Dean has to stand up, has to kiss him, Sam might have let something close to a whimper into the kiss. All of this was overwhelming - the fact that he was doing this, with his own brother, the fact that said brother was living up to all the hype he gave himself... His tongue mingles with Dean's, the way he moves makes Sam crave more, anything.]

[Thankfully, Dean doesn't keep him waiting too long. He's back between his legs, his hands exploring and kneading into him, making Sam fall back against the cushions for a moment, just... relish the touch. His lips fall open when he feels the first touch of his brother's tongue and it takes every ounce of willpower to stay still.] Dean... that's... don't stop...

[Dean's experience with this particular act is limited to one guy, three years ago, and not too enthusiastic at the time. He's received more than his fair share of blowjobs, though, so he has a pretty decent idea of how to do it better this time. It helps that he actually wants to do it well.]

[His hand wraps around the base of Sam's dick and he's struck again by the thought that his brother isn't exactly small. He squeezes gently and looks up to see Sam's head thrown back on the couch. He all but purrs his answer.] I won't stop, Sammy. Can't stop. Want you too much.

[He leans down and puts his mouth around just the tip, rubbing his tongue against the small bundle of nerves on the underside of the head. He remembers to move his hand, stroking Sam's full length with slow, steady pressure.]

[Sam didn't keep his head tilted back for long, couldn't keep his eyes closed. No, he wanted to see this, wanted to watch. He rolled his head forward, forcing his eyes open and to focus on Dean.] Want you too, Dean... God, anything... anything you want to do.

[Because what they'd done so far? Had felt fantastic. Figured it could really only get better. He lets out a deep groan when Dean's mouth is wrapped around him, his hand finding its way back to Dean's hair, brushing through it encouragingly.]

[Dean hummed his agreement around the hot, hard flesh in his mouth. He was busy trying to remember everything he'd ever enjoyed about getting good head. He used his tongue and sucked rhythmically, his hand working the length that he couldn't take in.]

[Oh, and the other thing... the one thing he loved most about watching someone sucking him off had been them watching him back. Dean rolled his eyes up to meet Sam's, worlds of filthy promises in his expression. He didn't have to try for a lusty look, either. The desire was all genuine.]

[Fuck, he had no idea this was going to be so hot, or he'd have gotten Sam in his mouth this morning. It was possible he was about to develop a very serious oral fixation.]

[Never had he even... once considered what Dean's lips would look like wrapped around him, let alone how talented his mouth might be. The fact that he was watching him right back though... that drew out another moan. His fingers dropped from Dean's hair to over his cheek, fingertips tracing the corner of his brother's mouth... wanted to remember everything about this.]

Dean... [He breathed the other's name, eyes drifting shut briefly despite himself.]

[He was going to consider Sam's reactions to be signs of success thus far. He drew back and let Sam pop out of his mouth, swallowed the bitter but oddly appealing taste of pre-come, then licked the head with the tip of his tongue. The hand he used to jerk Sam's cock was getting slick with his own saliva and in some other situation that might be a little gross to him, but right now all he can think is how fucking good it feels for his hand to slide so easily over his brother's length.]

[Before Sam could protest too much, he swallowed him back down, sucking hard and groaning at the feel of the weight on his tongue and the taste and smell that was so distinctly Sam. His eyes found Sam's face again, looking for that much needed eye-contact.]

[His own jeans were sticky with half dried come, but he doesn't notice. All he knew was that he was rock hard again and as he leaned in to work Sam with his mouth, he ground his own cock against the front of the couch, needing some friction to take the edge off.]

[He licked his lips, breath ragged. It feels so damn good, he can't even think beyond this. How Dean's mouth and hand feels on his dick... felt amazing really.]

[He can't resist pushing up into his brother's hand, and though he knew he needed to be quiet, that didn't stop moans and soft praise and encouragement from escaping his lips.] Dean...

[His hands explored what the could reach. desperate to feel more of his brother.] God, Dean, you're driving me insane, dude...

[Dean was driving himself crazy in the process. His brain was showing him so many filthy images of things to come. If this felt as good as it did, how good could the rest of it be? He intended to find out. Every bit.]

[His mouth came off again with a truly obscene sound and he licked his lips, watching Sam.] Told ya I was gonna suck you off 'til you scream my name, Sammy...

[Then he went back to doing exactly that. He sucked harder, jerks his fist faster along Sam's length and reached his free hand up to stroke along Sam's body. His fingers grazed the line of bite marks he'd left on Sam's collar the night before. Thinking about that night... Sam underneath him, bucking into him, kissing him like he was drowning... Dean moaned and shifted up a little higher, rocking himself against the couch completely wantonly, not caring that it made him look kind of like something out of a porno flick.]

[Sam's entire body tensed up, a loud groan leaving him despite himself. For someone who had never had much experience here, he was doing an amazing job at getting Sam to come undone. He couldn't help the way his hips bucked up, the desperate little noises leaving him.]

[And then there was Dean, giving a show of his own by rocking against the couch, showing how much he was enjoying this in return. God. He gave a little tug on his brother's hair, gasping in a desperate breath. And suddenly, all he could think about was touching Dean, returning some of this to him as well.] Dean... Come here. Dean, please...

[The bucking of Sam's hips was something Dean expected, although it still kind of took him by surprise. The little brain function he still had going was working out how to take the thrusts without choking when he felt the tug on his hair. As completely lust addled as he was, the pleading in Sam's tone worried him. Had he hurt his brother somehow?]

[Dean released him immediately and climbed up onto the couch, straddling one of Sam's thighs carefully. His hands combed Sam's hair back to better see his face. His pupils were blown wide and his words slurred when he tried to speak through the rhythmic chanting of want you, want you, want you in his head.] What's wrong, Sammy?

[Sam didn't answer, at least not in the way Dean likely wanted. He pushed forward, catching him in a rough, deep kiss, hands pushing up under the other's shirt and over the other's skin.] You've got too many... clothes on, Dean.

[His mouth moved to his neck next and what he could reach of the other's skin above the neckline of his shirt.] God, need you.

[Just like that, the worry was gone. Dean kissed him back, moaning under the weight of Sam's kiss, his lips already swollen from his earlier task. It didn't stop him from wrapping his arms around Sam's neck and returning it with the same force.]

[He reached down to grasp his shirt and pull it up, not breaking away from Sam's mouth until the last possible second. The shirt vanished and Dean pressed back in to kiss again, lips parting to give Sam all access. One hand braced against the back of the couch while the other fumbled frantically at the fastenings on his jeans, long past the point where he was desperate to get out of them.]

Yes. Anything. Ask me. Tell me. Take it. I don't care. [He shoved the jeans down and kicked them away before climbing back up, nearly into Sam's lap again.] Sammy, Sammy, Sammy...

[Just as soon as he was given access, his mouth started to work on some of those marks he'd promised he'd be giving over the other's body, his hands shamelessly exploring every inch of his brother that he could reach. As much as he liked the feel of Dean settled in his lap, telling him to do whatever he wanted, saying his name like that, Sam started to shift his weight, get Dean pressed back against the cushions of the couch.]

Lay down... Dean. [The contact between their skin felt better than he'd remembered last night - at least this time he was sober enough to really appreciate it.]

[He nodded, but it took another couple of minutes for his brain to process from hearing the order to actually moving. He drew away reluctantly, shifting around to lay back on the opposite end of the couch. He propped his head up on the armrest, one leg bent up against the back of the couch, and the other foot firmly on the floor. Spread out and available for whatever Sam had in mind.]

All access pass. Whatcha gonna do with it?

[For a moment, Sam just took a moment to take in the sight of his brother shameless spread out for him, hard and naked, and right now? One of the most perfect things he's seen. he shifts onto his knees, settling in between the other's legs, his lips lavishing attention down his brother's chest.]

There's... there's a lot I want to do, Dean. God, so much. [He pressed their hips together, grinding down against the other, his teeth raking teasingly over one of the other's nipples before he soothed the sensitive skin with a lap of his tongue.]

[It was difficult for Dean to dredge up any shame when he was that turned on. Besides, he'd never been ashamed of his body. That ego wasn't all for show. He knew he wasn't half bad. He smiled, watching Sam look him over. The hungry look on his brother's face made him even harder.]

Can have it. [Dean's words struggled between groans and panting. Every touch of lips and teeth against his skin sent sparks right to his groin. He pushed his hips back up against Sam's, needing the friction and the slide of his skin.] Want you. Want everything.

[Sam couldn't deny that he kind of liked this, having control, having his brother tell him he could take whatever he wanted and going along with whatever. He smiled against his skin, grinding down a little harder as he grabbed at the other's hands, bringing them up, pressing them into the cushions and pinning them somewhat.]

How do you want it, Dean? Tell me and I'll do it... whatever.

[For a second, Dean's eyes rolled back in his head, because holy fuck Sam was pinning him down and where they hell did that side of his brother come from? He was so going to assert his control again... later.]

[Much later.]

[Telling Sam what he wanted, though? They'd pretty much already exhausted everything he'd had experience with. Everything else, while really intriguing, was diving into the deep end for the both of them.] You could... do you wanna do it, Sam? You want to fuck me?

[Just having Dean pinned beneath him, thoroughly enjoying everything he did... It was something he didn't want to forget and yeah, he was supposed to be living a normal life now, but right in this moment, all he wanted was this. To be with Dean... and not in a brotherly way.]

[His eyes widened a bit at the question, locking hazily on Dean's. This was... pretty much crossing every line now, every line. But he wanted it... oh, yeah, he wanted it. He gave a slow nod.] You sure you want me to...? [It'd be doing something that they really couldn't come back from -- not like they hadn't already done a lot of stuff that would be hard to forget about, but this... that was actual sex. And God why did he want it...]

[Dean rolled his wrists just a fraction under Sam's hands, a jolt of pure pleasure zinging through him at the feel of the firm grip. Sam's hands were huge, like all the rest of him, and it had been such an embarrassing year when he realized his baby brother had outgrown him. Except, right now, he was really loving those enormous hands.]

[A warm smile reached his lips when Sam's eyes went wide.] Yeah, I want it. [He wasn't sure how it was going to go, but he figured since there was at least a minor risk of pain involved, he'd be the one to go first. They could figure it out on him.]

I have... there's stuff in my bag... [Damn but he didn't want to get up, though.]

There's stuff - [That got Sam to pull a face, arching a curious eyebrow.] what kinda stuff? And dude, why did you bring it with you?

[Though he was kind of grateful that he had, honestly.] I could... go grab it? [He kind of didn't want Dean to move either or to move away himself.]

[The second the words were out of his mouth, he wished he hadn't said them. His sex life was still a raw spot after some of the things that had been said the night before. Damn, but he should have just gone without it. He managed not to flinch too much at Sam's look and answered as carefully as he could.]

I have condoms and lube and stuff with me most of the time. I never know what's gonna happen and better safe than sorry, right? [He swallowed and breathed slowly through his nose.] I'll get 'em, if you're still, y'know, interested. You don't have to.

[So Dean what, liked to be prepared at all times, even when just visiting his little brother at college huh? Sam looked down for a moment - really, he shouldn't be annoyed by that because it had paid off and what Dean did - so long as it wasn't... with anyone he knew at school - shouldn't bother him.] I...

[He shook his head. No, he shouldn't let it ruin... this. Not when Dean was still laid out underneath him, when five minutes ago, all he'd been able to think about was sex with Dean and how much he'd wanted him.] No... I'm still, yeah. Just didn't think you'd be - that prepared, you know. [He started to ease away, reaching up to push a hand through his hair to get it away from his face.]

You know where they are...

[Jesus, that look on Sam's face. Suddenly, that raging hard-on that Dean thought might actually end him was no longer an issue. He swallowed and sat up slowly when Sam pulled back. It was absolutely stunning to him that nothing the two of them had done together had brought Dean the first hint of shame, but every time his other, perfectly consensual, mostly hetero, totally non-incestuous sexual encounters were brought up, he felt like he was being gut punched.]

Just prepared, Sam. The stuff's always in the bag right next to the knives and ammo. I'm not a girl, dude. I don't have different bags for different occasions.

[He scrubbed a hand over his face and through his hair. He wasn't even sure Sam would let him in the door when he got here, let alone stay in his apartment where the normal folks might see him. So what if plan B was to climb into a manky old motel room or a willing waitress somewhere? Why should he feel guilty about that? He totally did, though, now.]

I'll be right back. [He got to his feet and headed into the bedroom to where he'd left his bag.]

[It really wasn't any of his business. He'd lived with Dean long enough to know what he was like and he couldn't put a finger on why it was suddenly eating at him. Or maybe he just didn't want to pick at it, not right now. He sat back on the couch... the couch Dean should have been crashing on last night...]

Right. Don't have to explain, dude.

[He hadn't even known if he'd wanted Dean to visit, not right now, not when he'd just gotten away... but he'd shown up and Sam just couldn't shove him out the door, let alone insist he stay in some motel or whatever. He didn't regret it, he didn't think. Not really.]

[And now... he was actually about to sleep with his brother. Like, all the way. He should be more worried about that than anything else.]

[Sam stayed put on the couch, taking a moment to catch his breath, to let himself think about more pleasant things -- like Dean in the Impala earlier or Dean with his mouth around him.]

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