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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"Well, there's your 'thinking about food' grin and 'thinking about pie'..." He teased.

And then he was getting food smeared on his face--and he was about to complain before Dean decided to clean it off in... well, one of the best ways. He gave a soft noise, pressing into the kiss and letting his tongue meet his brother's.

Dean continued to kiss him until the spicy sauce was gone. Then he took one of Sam's hands and slowly, methodically licked and sucked his fingers clean of the same taste. He watched Sam's face, a look of mischief in his expression.

Sam moaned softly into the kiss and then watched as Dean brought his fingers up to lick them clean, watching him like that and that... was about it. He was closing the distance and catching Dean in a heated kiss again, tugging at his lower lip before straightening back up. "Determined to get me in that chair, huh?"

"Maybe. Is it working?" He grinned and pushed their plates aside, wrapping his arms around Sam and hauling him close. He kissed him again, deep and rough. His hand slipped down the back of Sam's jeans to rub smooth skin.

Sam followed, straddling Dean, arms coming around his shoulders to keep him close just, kissing him deep in return, shivering when he felt his brother's hand pushing down the back of his jeans. Like Dean had to ask if it was working... no telling what all this said about them, that they couldn't keep their hands off each other during these little weekends away, but he really couldn't be bothered to think about it right now.

"Maybe a little," he panted against the other's lips when he drew back, his hands rubbing and kneading at the other's shoulders lightly, arching against him. "But first, I have to get some things from the tent, man..."

"Mmmm, yeah?" He looked curiously up at his brother. Wondered what he had in mind. "Alright. You wanna grab your stuff and I'll wait for you out here?"

In the chair. Naked. Because, seriously... chair sex.

"Yeah... be right back, Dean." He got up to go back into the tent. He'd meant to just grab condoms and lube, but the fact that Dean had a bag just setting in there got his attention. He hadn't expected Dean to have brought their... toy collection.

Biting his lower lip, he shifted through the bag for a moment before grabbing out one of the cock rings and coming back out of the tent, smiling when he saw Dean in the chair and... already naked. "Seriously want to break in that chair, huh?" He smiled, pausing on his way over to shrug out of his shirt and kick off his jeans, standing in front of Dean for a moment to just take in the sight. He doesn't keep his brother waiting long though and soon he's settling on his lap, straddling him and holding up the items he brought.

"You can start by getting me ready for you..."

Dean grinned up at his brother, unabashedly naked. What? Not like anyone could see. Besides, he liked being naked. Especially when it made Sam look like that.

He took the lube from Sam and opened it, spreading some on his fingers and setting the bottle aside. Then he pulled his brother down against his chest, reaching down to press a finger against him lightly. "Cock ring, huh? Planning to ride me a while?"

Sam let himself be pulled in, tipping his head to press his lips to the other's shoulders, over his neck as Dean's finger pressed against him. "Until you're begging, yeah... you wanted to make this memorable, right?"

He tipped his head against the other, nuzzling into him. "Want this to last awhile..."

"I like the way you think." He pushed the first finger inside Sam gently. He started working him open with an easy, practiced touch. He sighed happily at the nuzzling, his other hand rubbing Sam's back lightly. "Long as you want, Sammy. I'm all yours."

Sam gave an encouraging little noise as Dean worked him open, resting his head against his cheek lightly as his brother worked him over, softening at those words. "I know, Dean... Love you."

"Love you, too." Dean turned his head and kissed Sam deeply as he pushed in a second finger. He rolled his hips up against Sam, enjoying the friction. He was getting hard and couldn't wait to get inside his brother... see Sam riding him.

Sam returned that kiss, pressing back against Dean's fingers as his hand snuck between their bodies to take hold of his brother's cock, teasing and stroking him hard. His lips parted into the kiss, coaxing his brother to deepen it further.

He moaned into the kiss when Sam stroked him. Shuddered and bucked up into his hand. He parted his lips for Sam's tongue and worked his against it. A third finger joined the first two, opening Sam up even more. The fingers curled and twisted inside him.

Sam's entire body shivered at that, moaning out as Dean moved his fingers inside of him, curled just right. It was followed by a soft whine as he pushed back on them, wanting to feel that again, his own hand going just a little faster over him. "Dean-- like that..."

"God, yes..." Dean moved his fingers inside Sam in all the ways he knew drove his brother crazy. Wanted to feel him squirm and shiver. Hips own hips rocked up into Sam's hand a little more urgently. "Careful, Sammy," he panted. "Better... get that ring on me before we go any further."

For a moment, Sam just rocked against his brother's fingers, letting out a soft whimper as he kept hitting all those good little spots. It wasn't until Dean spoke up again that he forced himself to focus enough to get that cock ring on his brother, fingers fumbling a little but he did get it on.

"Okay..." He reached for that bottle of lube again to pour some more of it over his brother's cock, eyes darting to his as he shifted, trying to pull away from those fingers so he could settle on Dean. "You ready?"

The ring made his cock feel even harder. He moaned at the feel of it, shuddering under his brother's hands. The fingers inside Sam were slowly withdrawn and Dean nodded at the question. So ready. So very ready. "Want you, Sammy. Get on me."

He held onto his brother's hips, waiting for Sam to sink down onto him.

He took hold of the other's length again, guiding him in and sinking down until he was entirely settled on his brother's lap. His head rolled back as his brother stretched him even further than the fingers had, eyes squeezing shut, a low whimper leaving him.

"Dean--" He bit at his lower lip as he let himself adjust. One hand pressed to the other's chest, using it as leverage when he finally started to slowly move his hips.

A long, low moan escaped him as Sam settled down onto him. His hands flexed at his brother's hips. He looked up and watched Sam's face as he adjusted and then started to move. "God, you're so hot like this. Love watching you move..."

Sam bit at his lower lip, rolling his hips slowly for now. He sighed at those words, rocking his hips a little faster. "So do you... love how you watch me, Dean... like there's nothing else around important." Like he was it, like he'd always be it. Like there wasn't anyone else who could make him feel this good.

"There isn't. You're all there is. All I want." He groaned when Sam moved faster. He held tight to his hips and used the grip to pull Sam down a little harder against him. His head lulled back against the chair back and he moaned again. Fuck.

Sam shivered at those words, groaning when his hips were pulled down harder. God-- he followed Dean's pace, pushing himself down harder on Dean, blunt nails digging into his brother's chest. "Dean... oh, God, always yours too. all I want."

He moaned louder when the nails raked his skin. His hips rocked up into Sam. "Never gonna be anyone else. Don't need anything but you."

"You got me..." He panted the words, moaning out when Dean started to rock into him, curling forward over his brother. He bit at his lower lip, eyes drifting shut at the change of angle, whimpering softly. "Dean... oh--"

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