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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Slow, slow. God, it was hard to stay slow. He wanted to take everything. Hammer into Sam until they were both begging for release. He groaned when Sam wiggled back against him. Damn it. Well, they had all weekend for the screaming anyway...

Dean held tightly to his hips again. He started thrusting hard into his brother. Hard. Fast. Growling under his breath as he moved. "Sam. Sammy..."

Dean was likely going to get his screaming anyway, if he kept up the pace he was at now. It made Sam's entire body tremble, back arching against Dean's with a soft cry. "Oh, God--yes. Dean!" Just like that, exactly like that.

Once he had the hardest, fastest pace he could manage going strong, he moved a hand down to Sam's cock. He wrapped his hand around his brother's length and started stroking him. Started off a little slow and quickly built the pace up to match the rapid thrusting of his hips. "So good... you feel so good..."

Dean wasn't joking about how he'd have to hold onto the tree for dear life. The way Dean pounded into him, hitting all the good spots with each of those unforgiving movements had his legs feeling weak. He whimpered, pressing against the tree.

Dean's hand wasn't helping either. He gasped, cried out, not even able to form a response to Dean's words yet. Needed this--wanted it so bad. "Dean... please--please!"

"Please what, Sammy? More?" Dean gave him all he could manage, pounding into him like he would never get another chance to. Loving the way Sam whimpered and shook in his arms. So fucking good.

His hand jerked Sam's cock relentlessly, pushing him as rapidly as he could to, what Dean hoped, was going to be one hell of an orgasm.

"Ye-yes--" More. God, he needed more. He was crying out louder, eyes wide and lips parted as Dean rode him. God--it all felt so good and his heart was racing so fast against his chest, it left his head spinning.

He was clutching to the tree, hoping to god his knees didn't buckle on him or something embarrassing because at this rate? Fuck, he didn't know how much more he could take. "Dean!" His tone was desperate and high, urgent as he felt everything building up entirely too fast.

"Dean, please!" He was reduced to desperately calling the other's name, crying out for him before he came, hard and suddenly, not able to even warn the other so much as he released hard into his hand.

Dean's hand moved from Sam's hip to wrap that arm tight around his brother's chest. Just in case his legs did give out. The other stayed right where it was on Sam's cock, mercilessly working him hard and fast.

When Sam came, crying out like that, spilling hot and hard over his hand... Dean almost couldn't breathe, it was so good. Sam's body clenched tight around his cock and he only managed another few seconds of frantic thrusting before he was coming hard, releasing himself into that thin latex, groaning Sam's name against his shoulder.

He somehow managed to keep upright... though he was grateful for the arm around him as he rode out the pleasure. He couldn't even stop the breathless whimpers and moans that left him as he came down, body trembling with the effort to keep standing.

He looked over his shoulder, eyes hazily focused on his brother. "Dean..." God, just watching the other as he came in him... or at least the thin barrier that stood between them... it was perfect. "God... that was--amazing."

When he was totally spent, he leaned against Sam, letting the tree hold them both up. His hand still held his brother's softening cock and his own was still buried deep inside the other.

"Yeah... it was. Who knew a tree could be so exciting?" He huffed a breathless laugh and gently started to withdraw from his brother. "Can't wait for tonight."

Sam brought up a shaky hand to hold the one Dean had wrapped around his chest, eyes drifting shut a brief moment. He almost protested when Dean started to withdraw, whimpering softly at the loss already, but at least that gave him time to fix his pants back and turn back to face Dean. "Me either... Going to get you back when I ride you tonight, dude."

He smiled, arms sliding around his shoulders. "Think I need to sit down a minute... if I can." He gave a teasing look.

If there hadn't been a condom involved, he wouldn't have pulled away, but losing it inside Sam would defeat the purpose of using the damn thing. He put his clothes back into order and smiled when Sam wrapped his arms around him.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asked, genuinely concerned as he pulled his brother closer.

He settled in close to the other, nuzzling at him. "Mm, m'fine, Dean," he murmured against his neck, smiling a little at that concern. He leaned up for a proper kiss.

"Not gonna break if you get a little rough, dude, c'mon..."

Dean kissed him back and smiled softly at his words. "I'm still your big brother. Still gonna worry about you. It's hardwired into my genetic code."

He squeezed Sam and tugged him over toward the lake. There was a nice, grassy place near the water to sit. Once Sam was sitting, he wandered off a few paces to dispose of the used condom, then washed his hands off in the lake. Chilly. Their swim was gonna be exciting. When his hands were clean, he rejoined Sam, squirming himself in behind his brother with a leg on each side, pulling him back to rest against his chest.

"Yeah, well, you're my big brother, you're right. You wouldn't hurt me."

He settled in when he was tugged over towards the lake, settling in comfortably to rest up a bit and he leaned back when Dean joined him, tipping his head back to get a look up at his brother, one of his hands seeking out Dean's. "You do realize this is like... really sappy, right? Cuddling together in the grass..."

"Never intentionally."

He tightened his arms around his brother, smiling when Sam went for his hand. He nuzzled the side of Sam's face when he looked up. "Is that a complaint, Sammy?"

"Mm, no... but you can't complain about me being a girl anymore, dude. Or chick flick moments." He smiled, tipping his head into Dean's comfortably, just enjoying the contact between them.

"Pretty sure I haven't done that in a while." Dean chuckled, rubbing his cheek against Sam's. He'd fully accepted that he'd turned into a giant girl once he moved in with Sam. It wasn't so bad, really. "Still gonna make fun of your girly salads, though."

"They're not girly, dude... they're just healthier than your diet of hamburgers." He lifted his hand up to rest on the side of the other's face lightly, smiling to himself.

"They are so girly," he teased as he tipped his head into Sam's hand. "Like a girl rabbit. Like Bugs Bunny in drag."

He rolled his eyes. "Jerk. No matter how much you complain, I'm comfortable not living off a steady diet of junk food... enjoy that gut you're going to have when you get old." He lightly elbowed the other's stomach, smiling to himself.

"Bite your tongue! I've got the body of an Adonis. I'm a sexy beast." He reached around to pinch Sam's side. His head bent to nuzzle and kiss along Sam's neck.

He snorted, laughing at the pinch before he shifted, turning until he was facing his brother. He smiled before leaning in and nipping at his lip. "Mm, you are sexy, yeah. Can't argue there." He pressed a softer kiss to the others lips, smiling against them.

"Even if you live off junk."

Dean loosened his hold when Sam moved, then held on tight again once his brother was settled. He smiled at the kiss, leaning in to deepen it. "You're pretty sexy, too, you know. Hell of a body." And there was a little ass grabbing to prove it.

"And I do not live off junk. Just the other day, there was lettuce on my hamburger." He grinned.

He pushed in a little closer, trying to nudge Dean down onto his back. "You're obsessed with my ass, dude." He flashed an amused look.

"Impressive, Dean. You really are trying to eat healthy, huh?" Teased lightly as he nuzzled at the other. "Maybe one day, you'll have a salad to go with your other food."

"I am. Your ass is very important to me." He laughed and let himself be pushed down, happy to do anything as long as Sam stayed close. His hands wandered over Sam's back and sides. "Maybe. It could happen."

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