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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"Should feel dirty... calling you that when we're doing this, but it doesn't. I can't help it. It's only for me. Nobody else gets to call you that." His head tipped back and he groaned deeply. The harder Sam moved, the closer he got. "I love you. Fuck, I love you."

A moment later, he came with a moan of his brother's name and clutching tightly at his brother's ass. Wanted him close as he could get.

Sam would argue there was a lot worse they should feel dirty over, but it was easier to lower his voice to speak against the other's ear, "Yeah, that's right... only my big brother gets to call me that. Doesn't matter what we're doing." Sam's entire body was tensing up, breath coming in desperate, ragged pants as he ground against his brother. "Love you too... God, so much, Dean..."

Feeling the warmth spilling against the hand still wrapped around their cocks, watching it spurt on Dean's stomach was more than enough to push him right there with Dean. He called out his brother's name as he curled closer, face pressed to the crook of his neck as he rode it out. "G-God..."

It was so damn hot to hear him say that. Use that tone of voice. Hearing Sam call him 'big brother' while they were fucking was dirty, wrong, and so good. Loved it. Didn't care what anyone else might think.

Dean's arms moved to wrap around Sam and hold him tighter while he rode out his orgasm. He grinned at the rush of heat and moisture on his skin. Didn't care a bit how sticky he was getting. "That's it, Sammy. Want you to feel so good."

So wrong, so much of this was wrong and filthy, but Sam didn't really care, not much anymore anyway.

He was breathing heavy against Dean's skin, trying to slow his racing heart down a little as he recovered against his brother. "Always do, Dean," he murmured, pulling away slowly to let his lips graze the other pair. "Always feel good with you."

"Mmm..." He kissed back happily. "Such an addict. Can't get enough of you."

He settled back in the chair and held onto Sam. Felt good to have his brother close. And the chairs were a complete success, in his opinion. He smoothed his hands over Sam's shoulders, back, and over his ass. Idly, he wondered if he'd left hand prints from gripping him so tightly.

"Yeah, me neither..."

He settled against the other, nuzzling into him. Probably was going to have some prints from the way Dean had been holding him so tight, but he didn't really mind it at all. He looked up at at Dean, entirely relaxed and peaceful. He really should be moving, but... he didn't have the will to just yet. "Love you."

"Love you, too." Dean wouldn't care if Sam decided to stay there a while. He liked having Sam's weight against him. Loved the bracing feeling of having his brother right there with him. "Still enjoying the camping trip?"

Sam definitely wasn't moving for a bit. Liked the way Dean felt against him right now, was too content to move too far just yet. "Yeah, you could definitely say that," he murmured, smiling a little bit. "Kind of liking the privacy, man. We can do whatever we want pretty much wherever."

"If we're not careful, we're gonna turn into a couple of nudists." Dean nuzzled at Sam and squeezed him tightly. "Not that that's a bad thing. I like looking at you while you're naked."

"If we keep having sex like this, Dean, clothes are going to be pretty pointless." He laughed under his breath, tipping his head to return the kiss. "Mm, you like to do a lot more than just look, Dean."

"Dare ya to go all weekend without clothes," he teased, hands roaming lightly over his skin. He laughed at Sam's statement. "That's true. I can only look for so long before I need to touch. Touch a lot. All over."

"Yeah, don't think that's happening out here. Maybe if we rented another room somewhere..." He rolled his eyes a little, but couldn't help but let out a pleasant sigh at the way those hands roamed over him. "Good thing I like it when you touch me all over, I guess."

"Awww. Well, next time, we'll grab us a hotel room." A whole weekend of naked Sam? Yeah, he's gonna pounce on that. "You guess? You're not sure?" Sam's getting a pinch for that.

"Hey!" There was a protesting noise at the pinch, but he was looking playfully up at Dean, returning the pinch. "Don't be a jerk, dude. I didn't mean it like that! Though your pinching habit isn't all that sexy, you know."

"I think it's sexy. The more I'm touching your ass, the happier I am." He rubbed the pinched area lightly and smiled down at his brother. He couldn't remember why he started pinching Sam in the first place, but it turned out to be very entertaining. Especially when Sam made those noises.

"Pinching my ass is sexy?" He snorted. "You're weird, dude. You just like seeing what I'll let you get away with when it comes to my ass, huh?" Which... was apparently quite a bit, even the spanking that one time. He leaned in for a long, slow kiss.

"Mm, guess we should get straightened up... or we'll end up going again."

Dean laughed and then sighed happily when Sam kissed him. He was reluctant to let go, but in reality, he knew they wouldn't manage to stay apart long. "I happen to be very fond of your ass. Pinching it or otherwise. And yeah, I like to see what I can get away with."

He loosened his hold on his brother when he started to pull away. He couldn't resist teasing, "Going again wouldn't be a bad thing."

"You can save finding that out for later, Dean." Because he had to pull away and start tucking himself back into his jeans, flashing a small smile.

"If you want me to ride you on this chair tonight, dude, you gotta let me take a breather here."

"Hold ya to that." He grinned back and reached for his shirt, wiping himself off from their come and sweat before he tucked himself in and zipped up. Shirtless was no big deal for camping, right? "The finding out and the riding me. Especially the riding me."

"You really like seeing me ride you, don't you?" He snorted, slowly getting up to his feet and stretching out lazily. This weekend was going to be great, if it kept going the way it was now.

"Hell yes, I do. Now that I got a taste of it? I definitely want more." He smiled, watching Sam stretch. God, his brother had a hot body. Dean almost pulled him back down with him. Instead, he forced himself to get to his feet.

He shook his head at that, smiling a little to himself, but after that, he went to take care of any trash they had leftover from the sandwiches and the chips. "Any plans for the rest of the day, dude?"

"No real plans. Just relaxing and having a good time." He helped Sam clean up from Lunch and then pulled his brother in for a quick kiss. "Any thoughts? There's still fishing. Also need to pick up some fire wood before it gets dark."

He leaned into that kiss, lips quirking up pleasantly. "Mm, maybe we should get the fire wood first, then if we got time, we'll think about fishing. How's that sound?"

"Sounds good. Otherwise, no fire and no dinner tonight." Two of his favorite things! He released Sam and went to their gear to pick up the hatchet he packed for wood gathering. "You good to go?"

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