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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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."

"You're always worth it. Worth anything." He tipped his head to the side to see his brother and smiled back. Didn't care how sappy he sounded. He was still buried to the hilt inside the most important person in the world. He was allowed to be sappy. "You are such a fucking ego boost. Pretty impressive when you stop to consider that you're bigger than me."

There was a soft look at that, didn't care that he probably looked sappy, that Dean could call him a girl anytime now and he couldn't argue, but he had it bad for the other, had him close. There was an almost coy look at that last comment... but yeah, that was quite an ego boost too.

"Yeah, well... it's not like you're tiny, dude. You're big, but..." He shrugged, giving a sheepish look. "I just-- got bigger." In a lot of ways. He totally didn't regret that though. "S'what you get for all the short jokes."

Dean quirked an amused eyebrow at Sam. "My short jokes made your cock get huge? That's an interesting side effect..."

"Call it karma, man. It bit you in the ass..." He gave a teasing look. "Shorty."

"Oh yeah?" Just for that, Dean lifted his free hand from Sam's hip and brought it down with a light slap against Sam's ass. In a sweet, sing song voice, he asked, "Whose ass got bit, now?"

The slap earned a surprised gasp, both because of the slight sting and the way he'd tensed and jerked reminded him just how still hard Dean was all over again. He managed to almost pout half-heartedly at the spanking and rolled his hips a little harder. "Whose ass is riding you, dude?"

Dean had to moan a little when Sam jerked like that. He laughed breathlessly at Sam's pouting face, then moaned again, louder, when Sam rolled his hips. "The only ass that matters to me...?"

He snorted at that, rolling his eyes as he kept up the slow, steady motions with his hips. "Dude, are you trying to butter me up now or what?"

"Don't need to butter you up. You're already pretty slippery." He grinned and rocked his hips up into Sam once again before he settled. If Sam was going to tease, he was going to tease back.

"Shut... shut up, Dean," he managed weakly to get out as Dean rocked back into him, biting at his lower lip again to keep quiet. "If you asked nice, I'd take that ring off you, you know. If not..." Well, he had nothing against continuing to tease the other like he was doing now, keeping him hard as a rock, grinding down on him. "Can't hold out forever."

Dean moaned at the way Sam was grinding harder on him. God, he'd be coming so hard if not for that ring. His held tight to Sam's hips and rocked back up into him, thrusting slightly even though it didn't give him any relief. "No... not forever. Want you too bad for that."

He leaned back and let himself watch Sam move, rolling his hips to match. Fuck, he was aching, throbbing. "Sammy... love the way you look right now."

Sam let out a soft noise when the other thrust into him like that, held onto his hips tight. He moved harder, faster, lips parted and breath heavy. His eyes linger on Dean's, wanting to watch every reaction he gave. It was hard to keep teasing when Dean was talking like that. He smiled a little, reaching up to cup the side of Dean's face, tipping his head as he leaned in for a proper kiss. "Love you, Dean..."

"Love you," Dean murmured back as he leaned in to that kiss. He was shuddering, thrusting up harder into Sam, chasing that feeling he wasn't going to be able to reach. Moaned against Sam's mouth and laid back, eyes closing a moment. "God, Sam. Fuck. Need you..."

"Need me to what?" He panted, shuddering at the way Dean was pushing harder into him. his hands smoothed over the other's chest, bracing himself again as he watched the other underneath him. "Tell me what you need me to do, Dean."

"... take the ring off. Wanna come while you're riding me." He groaned, loving the way Sam leaned his weight against his chest while they moved. He held tighter to Sam's hips, pulling him harder down against him.

"Wasn't hard to ask, was it?" He smiled, satisfied with the response as he lifted his hips up and off his brother to work that ring off, not wanting to tease Dean more than that as he shifted over him, lowered himself down hard on his brother. He rode him hard and fast, eyes locking on his brother's face, wanting to watch him come, wanting to feel him. "Dean..."

"Wouldn't be any fun for you if I gave in so easy," he laughed breathlessly as he started thrusting up into Sam, watching him eagerly as he rode him hard. He wasn't going to last. Couldn't last, not after watching Sam ride him once and come like that.

"Sammy!" He cried out his brother's name, not even trying to keep quiet as his back arched and he pushed in deep, coming hard and long inside his brother. His hips didn't stop, going almost frantically as he rode out the feeling.

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