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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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--"

In a way, the cock ring was making this even better for him. Instead of being blindsided by his own orgasm, he'd be watching Sam through his. Getting to see every change in his brother's expression. Hear every sound. "Mine..."

He slipped a hand between them, taking hold of Sam's cock and stroking him to match his pace.

He moaned at that possessive word, nodding hastily, feeling his own pleasure building up. "Yours..."

He practically whimpered when a hand grabbed his cock, pushing into his brother's hand and onto his cock, expression twisting up as his breath caught. "Dean... yes--please." His thighs were started to tremble a little as he pushed himself harder back onto Dean, head hanging low.

God, he'd be gone in seconds listening to Sam plead and moan like that. He stroked Sam a little harder, turning his head to bite and suck at Sam's shoulder and up his neck. "Come, Sammy. Come for me. Wanna watch you. Feel you."

One hand came up to cradle the back of Dean's head, hold him close when he moved up to his neck like that, head tipping back to offer more access. "Dean--" Just hearing Dean talk like that would've been enough to get him off, he thought. He came, spilling himself into his brother's hand, his muscles tightening around his brother's cock as he kept riding him hard. He cried for Dean, his brother's name falling off his lips in desperate pant as he rode out the pleasure. "Dean... Dean, oh--oh God..."

When Sam came, Dean had to lean back to watch. Groaned at the way his brother's face twisted up in pleasure that looked so close to pain. At the way Sam's body tightened around his cock. At the sound of his name falling off Sam's lips like that. Dean leaned up and kissed him, muffling his moans with his mouth, hand still working over Sam's cock to draw out every last twitch and gasp.

When Dean's lips pressed roughly to his, his arms settled tightly around Dean's shoulders, grinding down hard on him as he rode it all out, every last bit of pleasure until he was breathless and trembling against his brother.

"Dean..." He breathed his name, resting his forehead against Dean's.

"Feel good?" Dean asked, his hand still on Sam's cock, slick with his brother's release. He kissed Sam lightly, his own cock still hard and deep inside him. It was so fucking tempting to thrust up into him, try to take some of that edge off, but he held himself still to let Sam catch his breath.

"Always does," he murmured, shivering at how hard Dean was buried deep inside him and he couldn't resist shifting, grinding down a little. "God, you feel so good buried in me like this, Dean..."

Dean moaned and couldn't stop himself from thrusting up into Sam once before he got back under control. His hands skimmed over Sam's sides and back, touching his brother's slightly sweaty skin. "Feels pretty good from my side, too. Hot, tight... and god, you look good when you're coming and calling out my name like that."

There was a soft gasp when his brother pushed into hi like that and he curled into him a little more, resting his head on his shoulder. "Mnh... so it was worth it, huh?" He smiled, looking up. "Love how hard you feel right now, Dean... how you stretch me out and fill me up."

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