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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He let out a soft groan of his own at the sound of that noise Dean let, withdrawing his fingers and went to put on that condom, tossing the wrapper aside before he shifted over him, positioned himself and pushed in deep.

"Always mine." He leaned in to trace his tongue over the other's ear. "Can't ever get enough of you, want you anyway I can have you, you know."

"Can have me any way you want. Every way." He panted, squirming under Sam, loving the way his weight pressed him down and how his cock stretched and filled him to his limit. A groan and a shuddered followed Sam's tongue on his ear and he pushed eagerly back against his brother. "Anything you want, it's yours."

"Dean..." He panted warmly against the other's skin, starting up a steady, hard rhythm as soon as he thought Dean could handle it. "Want you... God, always want you," he murmured against his brother's skin, pushing in harder again, grinding on him. "Mine."

"Yes, yes, yes... yours. Yours." Dean's words chanted along at the pace of Sam's thrusts. He twisted and squirmed under his brother, rubbing himself against the sleeping bag beneath him and pushing back into each roll of Sam's hips as best he could from the angle. Loved it way more than he should when his little brother got possessive and controlling.

Sam leaned back, getting an arm under Dean's middle to tug him up, trying to get him on his knees, his other holding tight to the other's hip. Loved watching his brother squirm beneath him, loved how he could get so lost in this. "Up, come on."

As soon as Sam tugged, Dean was moving. He got himself up onto his hands and knees. The whole slut thing? Maybe should be embarrassing, but when Sam really got going, Dean tended to lose his mind a little and all he could think about was getting his brother's cock, any way he could.

He hadn't been this eager for sex since he first discovered girls in his early teens. And then it had been just sex he wanted. The individual girls hadn't mattered much. This was different. It was Sam, and he'd bend over or get down on his knees without the slightest hesitation or shame for Sam.

So, yeah. Total slut. But, only for one guy.

Sam growled, holding tight to his brother's hip. God, he loved watching Dean do this for him, let him have his way. Loved that Dean thoroughly enjoyed it too and it was all just for him. Shifting a hand underneath him, he started to pump his fist over the other's cock in time with his rough, fast thrusts. "God, you look so good taking me in, Dean... so hot bent over."

"Fuck!" Dean cried out, bucking back into Sam's thrusts and pushing down into his hand. God, he didn't know which way to move first, it all felt so good. He whimpered at the words, head nodding in agreement. Would have agreed to anything just then. "Fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me... don't stop."

"Not going to," he managed, keeping up the increasingly fast pace, tightening his fist on his brother's cock. "Gonna come for me, Dean? Wanna hear you..."

Dean couldn't answer in words. He was too far gone already and once Sam's hand tightened around him, his back arched and he cried out his brother's name as he came hard. His body tightened around Sam as he spilled over his brother's hand, groaning and begging thoughtlessly.

Sam tensed up behind the other, letting out a strangled noise as Dean tightened around him. He kept pushing in, chasing his own release, his hand moving over Dean until he had come down, until he'd milked every last drop of his orgasm. When he came, he curled forward over the other, groaning his name deeply.

"Fuck... fuck, Dean--" He panted, pressing a few kisses along the other's back. "So good... you're so good."

By the time he was starting to get his wits back, he heard Sam coming. He lowered the front of his body to rest his head on his forearms, moaning soft and encouraging as Sam worked himself through his orgasm. God, it felt good to kneel there and feel himself sway under the force of Sam's thrusts, feel his brother's cock hard and deep inside him.

"Feel so good, Sam. So good." He panted, groaning. "Love you inside me."

He slowed to a stop eventually, forehead pressed to the other's back, taking a moment to catch his breath before he slowly started to pull out. "Mm, love being inside you." He kissed the other's shoulder lightly before going to throw away the condom he'd slipped on.

"Love you, Dean."

Dean flopped over onto his back once Sam pulled out. He laid there, letting the sweat dry on his skin. Well, not just sweat. Not that he cared. He earned his stickiness.

"Love you, too, Sammy."

Sam shifted a little closer, smiling to himself when Dean returned those words. "Guess I wasn't good at holding back until tomorrow after all..." But then again, he had a lot more planned than just getting Dean down and fucking him until he was begging for it.

"Under the circumstances, I think I'll forgive you." He grinned, sliding an arm around his brother. For all that he was kind of terrible at sharing in most other aspects of his life, Dean was very equal opportunity in sex. He was just as happy to be on his back and begging as he was to be the one in control.

Sam was developing a bossy, pushy streak that Dean was kind of falling in love with, too. He looked over and winked playfully. "Doesn't get you off the hook for tomorrow, though. I expect plenty of begging and screaming in my future."

Sam laughed at that. "You're so generous, thanks."

When an arm came around him, he eagerly shifted closer, nuzzling his damp forehead against his brother, eyes drifting shut. No intention of sleeping, just focusing on how Dean felt up against him. He did catch that playful wink though and he couldn't help but smile. "Don't worry. Still have a lot planned for tomorrow, Dean."

He did like being in charge, honestly. Loved getting Dean reduced to begging and moaning for him, needing him. Liked it when Dean took charge too though... hell, even when neither of them took charge and they were both just as content to lay back and just touch and let things build to whatever end they did.

So he just liked Dean. Sex with Dean... making love with Dean, whatever it was. "Think the sex'll ever get old?"

It hadn't so far, judging from their appetite more often than not and he kinda hoped that it didn't.

"Honestly? Can't really see that happening." He shook his head, dropping a kiss on Sam's forehead. Sex. Making love. They did both, much as he wouldn't admit it. Sometimes, he was just in it to whisper I love you's and hear Sam gasp and moan.

"I love getting you naked. Love fucking you. Love you fucking me. Hell, I could spend hours just with my mouth on you. Don't see any of that getting boring any time soon."

He tipped back his head, kissing Dean just under the jaw affectionately. "Yeah, me neither..." He could spend hours with Dean, just like this... hell, they often did when they had the time to devote to it. And yeah, okay, maybe sometimes when they probably didn't.

He shifted up to kiss the other's lips next. "Love you."

"Love you, too, Sammy." Dean smiled into the kiss, hands roaming over his brother's back softly. It was nice to lay there and just enjoy having him close for a while.

Sam settled in contentedly next to his brother, eyes drifting shut again eventually. Just comfortable like this too, yeah. Comfortable enough that he might have been have dozing, but... to be fair, they had quite an... active day.

It was on the edge of his mind to wake Sam, but they really had a long day and Sam looked so peaceful laying there. Instead, he reached for a discarded shirt and wiped himself as clean as he could get, pulled the sleeping bag up, and curled in. No harm in sleeping a little early. They had a whole 'nother day before they had to pack up to go home.

He hadn't actually planned on more than a nap... but well, with Dean curled in against him, it was easy to drift off into a peaceful sleep, curl in tighter to him for the shared warmth.

He woke up sometime that morning, face buried in against Dean's neck, an arm tossed around him.

Once he fell asleep, Dean slept like a rock. With Sam curled around him and the soft woodsy sounds going on around them, he was comfortable and lulled. His arms stayed tight around Sam while he slept. The sun was coming up when he stirred a little, wiggling in closer to Sam.

When he felt the other wiggling in closer, he turned his head to kiss his temple, rubbing a hand over the other's back affectionately. "Mm, hey..."

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