onlytobenormal | camping trip

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So, Sam checked around, asked a few friends, and finally found a nice little secluded spot for him and Dean to take that little camping trip they'd planned forever ago. All that had been left was getting supplies together, making plans, and then waiting for the time off to go. But it had all happened and it had all gone smoothly, thankfully. He'd been looking forward to this for awhile after all.

Soon as they'd gotten away from the heavy traffic, gotten off by themselves, Sam hadn't had any problem curling up against Dean in the Impala either as they drove. Mostly just contentedly leaning against him, chatting if something came to mind or just watching the scenery pass them by. His hand rested against the other's thigh sometimes, just affectionately touching or squeezing him.

Sam didn't miss the hunting, but sometimes he missed this... the car rides with Dean when things were comfortable enough conversation wasn't always necessary and they were just content in enjoying the others' company

They weren't too far from their campsite now, from the directions he'd gotten and Sam couldn't deny he was getting a little excited over it.

He leaned his head on the other's shoulder, eyes darting up to his face for a few moments as a smile curled his lips. He moved again soon enough, shifting until his lips were grazing the Dean's jaw affectionately. "So, after we get set up, what are we doing first?"

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The supply gathering had been a lot of fun. Since Sam had given him free reign to make the supply arrangements, Dean had amused himself thoroughly with the stock for this trip. Not all of it had been purchased at a camping store, either.

He enjoyed the trip down to the site. It was nice to spend time with Sam when neither of them were busy, there was nothing pressing on their minds... they could just relax and enjoy the company. Dean drove with an arm around Sam, his hand rubbing idly against his brother's shoulder. Or trailing light fingertips up along Sam's neck just to touch.

When Sam looked up all excited and kissed him, Dean grinned. "Dunno. We could fish? Take a hike? Roast marshmallows? What sounds good to you?"

"Oh, I'm gonna. You're gonna need that tree to hold you up by the time I'm done." He nipped against the back of his neck. His hand tightened on Sam's cock, still just holding, but he didn't increase his pace.

"But, not yet. Want you to really want it, first."

Dean's lips parted for Sam and he kissed him back eagerly. Smiled at the groan and rocked up against him again.

"Sure there isn't something you want, Sammy?" He murmured against Sam's lips as he allowed his hand to be pushed lower. His hand cupped Sam through his jeans and squeezed.

"Of course I've thought about it. Look at who you're talking to, Sammy." Not that he thought Sam would let him put one up in the apartment in a million years. So, it was just a thought.

He smiled at Sam's headshake, but noticed he wasn't so opposed to the second part. "The chairs could come in handy for that one, huh? We just can't get too worn out before we get to the tent. I've got plans for the tent."

"Ozzy and I watch a lot of Food Network during the day while you're in class." Dean grinned and turned to kiss Sam fully. "Ozzy likes Bobby Flay, but I think he'd a douchebag."

"Yep. Simple, but effective." He tightened his arms around Sam and grinned at the look his brother flashed him. "There's marshmallows to roast, too, if you feel like it after we thaw out."

Dean breathed a deep sigh of relief. His arm loosened and he let his eyes open as he looked up to meet Sam's gaze again. Slowly, he pulled back off of Sam's cock and released his own as he swallowed and stretched. Then he climbed up, pushing Sam down as he stretched out on top of his brother and kissed him slow and deep.

"Mmmmm..." He smiled when the kiss ended and nuzzled his cheek against Sam's. "God, that was good."

"You're always gonna have me. Long as you want me," Dean breathed against Sam's neck. "I've always been yours."

His hips picked up the pace a little, just moving a little faster, going a little deeper. He kissed and sucked at the pulse point on Sam's neck, panting against the damp skin.

Dean gave Sam's nipple one last, teasing lick and nodded. He sat up and gently withdrew his fingers, pushing the sleeping bag back to he could watch what he was doing. He picked up the lube and the toy -- as much as he loved the curved one, he chose the straight, tapered one with the flat base to give Sam some chance of sitting or walking normally -- slicking the black plastic carefully and then pressing it against Sam's loosened hole, pressing in carefully.

He watched Sam's face for discomfort as he turned and pushed the toy, easing it into him.

Dean kept working over Sam's cock when his brother came. He sucked and swallowed around the jerking length, loving the sound of his brother practically screaming for him. He kept the vibrator on high until he'd milked Sam for every last drop and then he slowly dialed it down, then off. He pulled himself back off his brother's cock and climbed up Sam's body to look down at him.

"That looked like fun." He grinned.

Dean leaned back when Sam was clean and smiled up at him. Loved the way Sam's hands moved in his hair like that. He especially loved that look in his brother's eye. Hazy, content, a little bit wicked.

"How would you like to do that, Sammy? Your choice for right now."

"Oh, I'm not complaining. Just remember you can't blame me for this one." He chuckled and tangled a hand in Sam's hair, holding on lightly as he watched his brother move down lower. Propped himself up on his other elbow to see more clearly.

"I was hoping you'd say that. The more you take advantage, the happier I am." In every sense of the word. Dean grinned down at him and kissed him properly, letting it linger. When they broke apart, he nuzzled the side of Sam's face. "Any big ideas for our next weekend?"

"You might... mmmm... remember the part where I said I was becoming a slut for you?" He spread his legs a little wider for Sam and shuddered as he felt this cool fingers pressing into him and working him open. He ground down against the sleeping bag a little, moaning softly. And because dirty talking seemed to have such a good effect on his brother, and brought the possibility of more growling, Dean kept talking. "Starting to have difficulty thinking about anything but getting my little brother's cock inside me. Or getting my mouth on it. If I could figure out a way to be sucking you off while you fingered me open, I'd be doing it."

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