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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There was a thoughtful hum after that hard kiss, lips curving at the way Dean squeezed at his ass shamelessly, sending a jolt right through him. He breathed out a soft sigh, pressing closer.

"Already have plans for you when we get to go swimming, man." He shrugged, expression a little more teasing. "So come on, big brother... wanna see if you can make me scream your name? Believe that was on your to-do list."

"You've got plans for me?" He purred. His hands squeezed at Sam's ass again, then slipped out of his pockets and down inside the back of his jeans to squeeze at bare skin. "I like your plans."

His gaze got more heated at the way Sam taunted him with making him scream and the way his brother sounded so damn filthy saying big brother like that. "I believe it is on my list. Let's find you a nice tree, shall we?" He grinned and started backing Sam toward the woods around the lake.

He let out a soft noise when he felt his brother's hands down the back of his jean, head rolling back for a moment. He looked pleased at the reaction he got from Dean, the way his gaze heated up at the taunting and the way he called him that, when they were doing this. Had to remember that for later or something.

"Mm, I like this idea a lot," he murmured, arms settled around Dean as he was backed up by Dean, leaning in for a quick, hard kiss. "Love you."

"I love you.' His voice was rough with arousal. Almost a growl as he pushed Sam back to the trees and looked for one that was suitable. Straight-ish trunk, nothing sticking out that might hurt Sam. Lots of space for their feet at the base...

When he found it, he pushed Sam into it, pressing his brother between the tree and his body. Grinding against him and kissing him roughly.

"Love you too," Sam murmured in response, letting his brother press him up against a tree, his hands pushing through short locks of hair, fingertips rubbing against his brother's scalp as he returned the kiss just as roughly. His legs parted for Dean, letting him press closer, settle between them.

Dean's hands worked Sam's pants open quickly and he slipped a hand inside to palm his brother's cock. He worked the hardening length with the heel of his hand, kissing Sam roughly again and again.

Sam pushed into the other's hands, letting out a soft moan into one of those rough kisses. His hands rubbed at Dean's shoulders and over his chest before going to push at his clothes, wanting to feel more skin.

And after a moment, one hand reached into his pocket while his jeans were still up high enough to reach, pulling out the condoms he'd grabbed. "Mm, figured--" He lapped at Dean's lower lip. "We'd need these, dude..."

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Dean pulled away long enough to strip off his shirt and Sam's. Then he saw the condoms in Sam's hand and smiled at his brother. "Good thinking, Sammy. Hang onto 'em a few minutes."

He dropped to his knees without preamble and pulled Sam's jeans down to his thighs, taking his brother's cock into his mouth and teasing him. Getting him harder.

Sam's fingers curled tight around the wrappers as he pressed back harder on the tree, gasping at the feel of Dean's mouth on him. "Oh, God, yes... like that..."

Didn't want to feel Dean even think about pulling away here.

Dean looked up at Sam as he worked him over, his expression all wicked and amused. Sam's reactions were one of the big reasons why he loved doing this. Loved seeing his brother come unglued like that.

He hummed pleasantly and kept at it, letting Sam decide if he wanted to come like this or later when Dean was inside him. Either way, some prep was required. He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out the lube he grabbed when he went for the map. Slicked up two fingers and started rubbing them against Sam's entrance teasingly.

He didn't even try to bite back the moan that rose up shamelessly--didn't have to out here. His legs parted a little more to offer access encouragingly, let Dean push his fingers into him and get him ready... God, he wanted to be ready.

"Dean..." He panted his brother's name, his hand resting on top of his brother's head. "Please..."

The hand on his head and the noises Sam was making were all the encouragement he needed. Dean pushed two fingers into Sam slowly. He kept working at Sam's cock with his mouth, eagerly licking and sucking around the hard length. His fingers moved slow and steady, working Sam open and teasing him at the same time.

Sam fought to control his hips, to not buck into Dean's talented mouth or push back against his fingers as they pushed into him, stretching him. He bit at his lower lip, one hand falling to rest against the tree behind him, fingers brushing softly through his brother's hair. "Mm, God, get me ready, Dean... want you to fuck me."

Reluctantly, Dean pulled back off of Sam's cock. He'd go all the way every time if he could, but this time he had ideas and he didn't want Sam getting off too easy. He set his lips on Sam's hip and sucked teasingly at the skin, working on a mark for his brother in his favorite spot.

His fingers worked inside Sam, curling slightly and seeking out the spots that made him jerk and moan.

Sam almost whined at the loss of his brother's mouth on his cock, missing it as soon as he'd pulled away, but his mouth was on his skin soon enough to tease and work at the spot on his hip. He shuddered. "Yes... yes, Dean--want you to mark me, love it when you do..."

Hidden or not, he liked seeing where his brother's mouth had been, liked the reminders...

His mind just kind of blanked when Dean reached that spot inside of him though, his hips bucking forward, a soft whimper leaving his lips when Dean managed to find those spots. "D-Dean... Dean, please..."

Dean stood up slowly, fingers still working inside Sam. He leaned against his brother and let his free hand rest on the mark on Sam's hip, rubbing his thumb against the bruise. "Mine, mine, mine...." He breathed against Sam's ear.

Then he leaned back and moved his hand from Sam's hip to work his jeans open and free his aching cock. His hand brushed the one Sam had the condoms clenched in. "Put one on me."

Sam shivered at those words against his ear, tipping his head against Dean's. "Yours... always yours," he murmured, hips bucking against his brother's hand, needing... wanting more.

he nodded though, working one of the wrappers open to get the condom out and roll it onto the other, taking the time to just stroke his brother, feel the weight and heat of his cock in his hand.

He shuddered when Sam stroked him. It felt good and he leaned into Sam, giving his brother a moment to play. He nuzzled in against Sam's neck.

"Turn around for me, Sammy." His fingers slipped out of Sam and nudged at him lightly.

"Yeah..." He breathed out, his hand slipping away from Dean to turn around, pressing himself up against the tree, looking over his shoulder.

"Please, Dean, need more."

"Gonna give you everything." Dean promised him, hands on Sam's hips as he pushed himself slowly inside his brother. Slow. Very slow. He wanted to tease Sam, to let him feel everything. When he was flush up against Sam's body, he leaned in to nuzzle Sam's neck and bite playfully at the back of his neck.

"This what you want, Sammy?"

Sam's hands came up to brace himself as well as he could against the tree, shuddering as he felt Dean push in so slow, letting him feel the slow stretch, the fullness. His muscles tightened in reflex, wanting more of his brother, deeper.

He managed a nod, followed by a deep groan. "Y-yeah... wanna feel every inch of you, Dean."

The pace he started out with was agonizingly slow and deliberate. He was determined to get Sam begging for him. Maybe even that longed for scream he'd been working for.

"Give you all I've got," he breathed. "Everything. All for you."

God, he couldn't help the soft whine that left him when Dean purposely made this maddeningly slow, like he had all the damn time in the world. He looked back at Dean at those words, trying to push back on him.

"Dean..." And he believed those words, trusted them. bringing up a hand to reach back, to touch Dean's face lightly, he gave a slow nod. "Do anything for you, Dean... always would."

"Love you so much," he murmured against Sam's skin as he started to move a little harder. A little faster. He bit at Sam's shoulder and sucked the red mark. One hand reached around to circle Sam's cock and just hold him.

"Gonna get you loud out here, Sammy. No one around to hear. No reason to hold back."

Sam gave an approving groan at the faster pace, tilting his forehead to rest against the tree. His hand came down to hold at Dean's wrist when his hand hold onto his cock, just wanting the contact, the closeness.

"God, Dean..." he panted, squirming a little. "You're going to have to fuck me harder than this if you want me screaming, Dean..."

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