onlytobenormal | camping trip

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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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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