The Best Day of Sam's Life So Far
Dean was waiting for him infront of the school when Sam walked out. Dean was just leaning against a lamp post, hands in his pockets, looking as aloof and cool as could be, but Sam could tell he was tense. Sam licked his lips in a nervous gesture, and tried to relax the white knuckled grip he had on his books.
"Hey, Dean," he said as he walked up to his brother.
"Hey," Dean answered evenly. Sam didn't ask any questions, just fell in line with his brother's footsteps. He became curious when they kept walking past the house thier dad was currently renting.
"Where are we going Dean?" Sam asked, looking down at his sneakers.
"To get ice cream," Dean said. This was not the answer Sam was expecting. Judging from Dean's demeanor, Sam thought they were going to have to leave on a hunt, or Dean was leaving him to go on a hunt, or they had to have emergency root canals, or something equally unpleasant. Going for ice cream didn't sound unpleasant at all. In fact, it sounded pretty great. Their lives were all in all kind of grim, and this time with Dean was all Sam had, and ice cream! Sam couldn't remember the last time their dad had taken them for ice cream.
"Where did you get money for ice cream?" Sam asked.
"Don't worry about it," Dean said, ever the stoic one, even at this age. If Dean said not to worry about it though, Sam decided he was not going to worry about it. He started thinking instead of what kind of ice cream he would get. He ran through the thirty one flavors in his mind, weighing the pros and cons of each flavor meticulously, and came to the conclusion that he was torn between strawberry and bubblegum.
"I don't know if I want strawberry or bubblegum," Sam thought out loud.
"You can get 'em both, Sammy. We're getting double dipped cones today. Just tell 'em to put the bubble gum on the bottom," Dean said. Sam was so excited he practically skipped the rest of the way to the ice cream shop. He would have asked Dean what flavor he was getting, but he knew Dean would get chocolate. Dean loved chocolate anything.
They arrived at the ice cream shop, which was only a few blocks from their rental house, ordered their cones and started the walk back home. Sam figured they would hang out in town for a while, or maybe look for some woods to explore, but Dean was setting them on a path straight back home at a methodical clip. Sam's heart stung. Didn't Dean value their time alone as much as he did?
"Don't eat so fast, Sammy, don't want to get an ice cream headache," Dean said. Sam slowed down, taking only tiny cat-sized licks, and noticed Dean was sneaking glances at him out of the corner of his eye, while he ate his own ice cream just as fast as he pleased.
"Don't you get ice cream headaches, Dean?" Sam asked.
"I hope not," was the only reply. They walked in the front door of the rental house and Dean shut and locked the door behind them.
"Dad's not home?" Sam asked.
"Nope. Left on a hunt. Won't be home until tomorrow," Dean said.
Sam took off his shoes and walked into the kitchen to set his books down on the table. Dean followed him and set down his nearly finished ice cream cone down next to the books. Sam turned and looked from the ice cream cone to Dean. He was following so closely behind Sam that he was almost touching him. Dean looked at Sam's lips and that was all it took for Sam to immediately go hard and almost drop his ice cream cone, the scoop of bubble gum untouched. Dean caught the cone as it slipped from Sam's hand and pressed his mouth up against Sam's as he backed Sam up to the kitchen counter. They were nearly the same height, and he had Sam pressed between the edge of the counter and the length of his body. He wanted to kiss Sam more, to suck more of the creamy strawberry taste from his lips, but he was too anxious to get to the part he'd been thinking about all day.
"Pull your pants down and hop up on the counter, Sammy," Dean said. Sam was pushing his jeans down past his knees before Dean even finished talking. Dean snuck a look at his ass, and felt equal pangs of guilt and desire. Sam hoisted himself easily on the counter, his hard cock pointing straight up in his lap. Dean handed Sam the ice cream cone and knelt down to pull Sam's socks and jeans off the rest of the way, leaving Sam sitting bare assed on the counter wearing only a tshirt.
Sam wanted to get off really badly, his face was already flushed and he was breathing heavy. Dean pushed Sam's knees apart, spreading Sam's legs on the counter, and then got the ice cream cone back from Sam. Sam gasped in recognition of what was about to happen. Dean lightly touched only the very top of the ice cream to Sam's balls and Sam's breath caught in his throat at the coldness. Dean licked the pink smudge of ice cream away. Sam gasped. Dean did it again, this time letting the warmth of his tongue linger a little longer on Sam's skin. Sam lifted one his hands from where he was grasping the edge of the counter top. Dean gently but firmly put it back. He knew it wasn't going to take Sam long and he wanted to make it good for him. This time when he touched the ice cream to Sam's balls, he also slid it up the underside of Sam's dick and followed the pink trail slowly with his tongue.
Sam was frustrated from the lack of friction, and the lack of contact. When he realized Dean was content to continue on at this teasing pace, he banged his head against the cabinet in frustration. He squinted his eyes and growled at Dean under his breath. Dean just smirked. Instead of going for Sam's balls this time, Dean trailed the ice cream up the underside of Sam's dick and then the head, pushing it down into the thick pink sludge. Sam jumped and squealed.
"Cold, Dean, cold!" he managed to say. Dean immediately plopped the head of Sam's dick in his mouth and took Sam in all the way to get the rest of the ice cream. Sam sighed with relief and slumped back against the cabinets. Dean rewarded Sam for playing along by going down on him in earnest, with no teasing, but only for a couple minutes because he wasn't ready for Sam to come just yet. He pulled off of Sam's dick slowly, his lips puffed out, cheeks hollowed, tongue busy rubbing the underside of Sam's shaft. He let the head of Sam's dick pop out into the open, a tiny thread of Dean's spit the only thing still connecting Sam to his mouth. Sam whimpered.
"Please, Dean," he said. Dean lifted Sam's legs up onto the counter, spreading him open so that his little pink opening was visible. Dean stuck two fingers into the melting bubblegum sludge that was all that was left of Sam's ice cream cone, and rubbed the sticky pink cream over Sam's asshole, circling it again and again, as Sam banged his head against the cabinet door, inpatient for release.
"Don't, Sammy," Dean scolded him. Sam quit the head banging. Dean kissed the head of Sam's cock in apology, and Sam supressed a grin. Dean thought he was such a hard ass. Dean leaned in and licked the sweet mess on Sam's ass. When Dean's tongue touched him there, Sam's head hit the cabinet again. Dean glanced up.
"Sorry. Accident," Sam said. Dean dipped his middle finger into the ice cream and brought it up to Sam's hole, and pressed slowly inside the tight ring as Sam gasped and clenched around him.
"Shh, Sammy. Relax, " Dean said and moved his finger around slowly inside of Sam. Sam wasn't even looking at him anymore, his eyes were clenched shut, the color in his face risen to a red dot on each cheek, and the vein in his long neck protruding. Dean ducked his head down again and licked around where his finger was lodged inside Sam. He made sure Sam was good and slobbery with his spit before he pulled his finger out and replaced it quickly with two fingers. He knew there was a spot inside of Sam he could touch and make Sam come harder.
Dean guided Sam's cock back into his mouth with one hand, while he used the other to explore around inside Sam's tight hole, gently poking and prodding for the spot he was looking for. Dean could see that Sam was totally his for the taking right now. Sam was so turned on he would have let Dean do anything. Dean set a steady rhythym as he worked his mouth up and down Sam's cock, and thrust his fingers until Sam clenched up and let out a strangled cry as he shot out his hot milky load against the roof of Dean's mouth, and down the back of Dean's throat. Dean held on catching all of the spurts, gagging the least amount possible. He slid his mouth off of Sam's softening dick only after he was sure Sam was truly done.
Dean stood up slowly, a little light headed, and wiped his mouth. He was eye to eye with Sam, who stared back at him, flushed, through heavy eyelids. Dean knew he was in love with his little brother, and always had been really. Sam's fucked out face was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
Sam grabbed Dean's face with both of his hands and pulled him in for a kiss, pushing inside Dean's mouth with his lips and tongue. Sam tasted himself in his brother's mouth. He slid down off the counter and looked down at Dean's jeans where a little wet spot had formed on his crotch.
"Did you-" Sam said.
"No. It's just-" Dean answered, and Sam grabbed him by the hand and pulled him back toward their bedroom grabbing Dean's melted chocolate ice cream cone on the way. Dean was too exhausted to think. Sam shut the bedroom door behind them and pushed Dean down on the bed.
"Sammy," Dean said.
"Shut up, Dean," Sam said, and pulled Dean's jeans and underwear down roughly over his hips. Sam was turned on by how developed his brother was, the thick meaty thighs, and hard muscle of his stomach framing the course dark hair that surrounded the pefectly full, thick cock.
"Oh fuck, Dean," Sam whispered. He only got to see Dean like this, so close up and full daylight, totally naked on rare occaisions. Usually when they fooled around, the focus was always on Sam, and usually always at night after their father had gone to bed. Dean would always get Sam off. If Sam got the chance to get Dean off, Dean always made sure it was quick. He would still be wearing his pajama pants or underwear with just his cock exposed, or the have the waist band pulled down just enough for Sam to use his hand. Sam never got to use his mouth even though he really wanted to.
Sam took off his tshirt and put it under Dean's ass before Dean realized what he intended to do. Sam rubbed his hand gently over Dean's cock, lulling him into thinking this was going to be like all the times before. He checked to make sure Dean's eyes were closed before he gently pulled his hand away and dumped the melted chocolate ice cream over Dean's cock. Dean sat up and started to protest. Sam pushed him back down. The ice cream ran down and beautifully coated Dean's cock and balls, and formed a trail down the crack of his ass. Sam set to work burying his face in Dean's crotch, licking haphazardly and from Dean's cock, which he was lightly jacking with his fist, to his ball sack, to flicking his tongue over the trail of ice cream in Dean's ass crack. Dean bucked his hips off the bed. Sam was unsure whether or not to approach the prospect of Dean's ass, but he remembered seeing Dean masterbate, and how he would sometimes have inside two fingers inside himself as he jacked off, so Sam decided to try it. He licked away the last droplets of chocolatey liquid that had pooled in Dean's asshole, and then replaced his tongue with his finger as he continued fisting Dean's cock. Sam pressed the finger inside, and monitored Dean's reaction. Dean didn't seem to mind the intrusion, so Sam let his finger settle in, and then put his mouth down, just barely brushing his moistened lips against the shiny head of Dean's cock.
"Sammy," Dean said, raising his head to look at Sam. Sam had never gotten to do this before, and he wanted it badly. When he would jack off, he would often think of sucking Dean's cock to help put him over the edge. He let his lips slide slowly down over the head and his tongue was naturally drawn to the slit, leaking and wet. Sam tongued the hole while he slid the head in and out of his lips, pumping the shaft with his hand. Dean made a soft sort of mewling noise Sam had never heard before. Sam's heart began to race, and he knew Dean must have been close.
"Sam, I'm gonna-" Dean warned, followed by the mewling again. Sam worried whether he was killing Dean or just making him really really happy. He knew whichever it was, he had better not quit now. Dean's ass constricted around his finger and Dean made a last attempt to shove Sam away. Sam stubbornly took Dean's cock in his mouth even further so that when Dean came it shot down Sam's throat and filled his mouth, the amount surprising him. Sam gagged and choked, but he didn't care. He thought it was the most wonderful thing possible, and he already couldn't wait to do it again.
Sam was still reeling with the intensity of it all when Dean grabbed him and kissed him roughly, licking the rest of his come out of Sam's mouth.
"You okay, Sammy?" Dean asked. Sam nodded. He was better than okay. He was happier than he'd ever been in his life. He felt so much more connected to Dean and was already thinking of swallowing Dean again tonight, when they heard a truck door slam outside.
"Dad," Dean said. "Get dressed, Sammy," Dean said, and pulled his pants up lightening quick and buttoned them as he dashed into the kitchen to throw Sam his jeans. Sam pulled his shirt on and had just pulled his jeans up as Dean walked into the living room to greet their dad. Dean tried to make small talk. He wasn't very good at it. Sam shoved his semi-erect cock down into his pants and forced the zipper up on his jeans.
"Where's Sam?" he heard their dad ask. Sam walked into the living room. His dad looked at him like he was crazy.
"What's going on? What is wrong with you, Sam? You're supposed to be taking care of your brother Dean, not...not...," he just gestured at Sam, apparently at a loss for words. The boys looked at each other wide eyed, in a panic that their dad knew. Dean saw Sam had put on the tshirt that had been laying on the bed, the one that was under Dean's ass when Sam dumped chocolate ice cream on his crotch, and Sam's face was covered with dried chocolate ice cream. Sam looked like he had just finished competing in the world's largest chocolate ice cream eating contest, no utensils allowed.
"Oh, I made some pocket change helping the neighbor lady carry in her groceries, so I took Sam to get some ice cream," Dean said.
"You shouldn't spend your money so frivolously, son. And Sam, you're a teenager now. You should be able to eat ice cream without slopping it all over yourself," their father said.
"Yes, Sir," Dean said. Sam just looked at the floor.
"Make sure your brother gets washed up," their father said over his shoulder as he went back outside to unload the truck, and shut the door.
Dean pulled Sam into the bathroom and kissed him firmly and quickly because they were pressed for time, but he slipped his tongue in Sam's mouth so that Sam would know things would be okay. Sam clenched Dean's shirt and tried to kiss him more.
"Not now, Sammy," Dean said.
"Later?" Sam asked. Dean nodded.
"I thought he wasn't coming home until tomorrow," Sam said. Dean shrugged.
"Take a shower, Sammy, and don't beat off too long thinking about me," Dean said and pecked Sam on the cheek before he slapped Sam's ass and shut him in the bathroom.
"Hey, Dean," he said as he walked up to his brother.
"Hey," Dean answered evenly. Sam didn't ask any questions, just fell in line with his brother's footsteps. He became curious when they kept walking past the house thier dad was currently renting.
"Where are we going Dean?" Sam asked, looking down at his sneakers.
"To get ice cream," Dean said. This was not the answer Sam was expecting. Judging from Dean's demeanor, Sam thought they were going to have to leave on a hunt, or Dean was leaving him to go on a hunt, or they had to have emergency root canals, or something equally unpleasant. Going for ice cream didn't sound unpleasant at all. In fact, it sounded pretty great. Their lives were all in all kind of grim, and this time with Dean was all Sam had, and ice cream! Sam couldn't remember the last time their dad had taken them for ice cream.
"Where did you get money for ice cream?" Sam asked.
"Don't worry about it," Dean said, ever the stoic one, even at this age. If Dean said not to worry about it though, Sam decided he was not going to worry about it. He started thinking instead of what kind of ice cream he would get. He ran through the thirty one flavors in his mind, weighing the pros and cons of each flavor meticulously, and came to the conclusion that he was torn between strawberry and bubblegum.
"I don't know if I want strawberry or bubblegum," Sam thought out loud.
"You can get 'em both, Sammy. We're getting double dipped cones today. Just tell 'em to put the bubble gum on the bottom," Dean said. Sam was so excited he practically skipped the rest of the way to the ice cream shop. He would have asked Dean what flavor he was getting, but he knew Dean would get chocolate. Dean loved chocolate anything.
They arrived at the ice cream shop, which was only a few blocks from their rental house, ordered their cones and started the walk back home. Sam figured they would hang out in town for a while, or maybe look for some woods to explore, but Dean was setting them on a path straight back home at a methodical clip. Sam's heart stung. Didn't Dean value their time alone as much as he did?
"Don't eat so fast, Sammy, don't want to get an ice cream headache," Dean said. Sam slowed down, taking only tiny cat-sized licks, and noticed Dean was sneaking glances at him out of the corner of his eye, while he ate his own ice cream just as fast as he pleased.
"Don't you get ice cream headaches, Dean?" Sam asked.
"I hope not," was the only reply. They walked in the front door of the rental house and Dean shut and locked the door behind them.
"Dad's not home?" Sam asked.
"Nope. Left on a hunt. Won't be home until tomorrow," Dean said.
Sam took off his shoes and walked into the kitchen to set his books down on the table. Dean followed him and set down his nearly finished ice cream cone down next to the books. Sam turned and looked from the ice cream cone to Dean. He was following so closely behind Sam that he was almost touching him. Dean looked at Sam's lips and that was all it took for Sam to immediately go hard and almost drop his ice cream cone, the scoop of bubble gum untouched. Dean caught the cone as it slipped from Sam's hand and pressed his mouth up against Sam's as he backed Sam up to the kitchen counter. They were nearly the same height, and he had Sam pressed between the edge of the counter and the length of his body. He wanted to kiss Sam more, to suck more of the creamy strawberry taste from his lips, but he was too anxious to get to the part he'd been thinking about all day.
"Pull your pants down and hop up on the counter, Sammy," Dean said. Sam was pushing his jeans down past his knees before Dean even finished talking. Dean snuck a look at his ass, and felt equal pangs of guilt and desire. Sam hoisted himself easily on the counter, his hard cock pointing straight up in his lap. Dean handed Sam the ice cream cone and knelt down to pull Sam's socks and jeans off the rest of the way, leaving Sam sitting bare assed on the counter wearing only a tshirt.
Sam wanted to get off really badly, his face was already flushed and he was breathing heavy. Dean pushed Sam's knees apart, spreading Sam's legs on the counter, and then got the ice cream cone back from Sam. Sam gasped in recognition of what was about to happen. Dean lightly touched only the very top of the ice cream to Sam's balls and Sam's breath caught in his throat at the coldness. Dean licked the pink smudge of ice cream away. Sam gasped. Dean did it again, this time letting the warmth of his tongue linger a little longer on Sam's skin. Sam lifted one his hands from where he was grasping the edge of the counter top. Dean gently but firmly put it back. He knew it wasn't going to take Sam long and he wanted to make it good for him. This time when he touched the ice cream to Sam's balls, he also slid it up the underside of Sam's dick and followed the pink trail slowly with his tongue.
Sam was frustrated from the lack of friction, and the lack of contact. When he realized Dean was content to continue on at this teasing pace, he banged his head against the cabinet in frustration. He squinted his eyes and growled at Dean under his breath. Dean just smirked. Instead of going for Sam's balls this time, Dean trailed the ice cream up the underside of Sam's dick and then the head, pushing it down into the thick pink sludge. Sam jumped and squealed.
"Cold, Dean, cold!" he managed to say. Dean immediately plopped the head of Sam's dick in his mouth and took Sam in all the way to get the rest of the ice cream. Sam sighed with relief and slumped back against the cabinets. Dean rewarded Sam for playing along by going down on him in earnest, with no teasing, but only for a couple minutes because he wasn't ready for Sam to come just yet. He pulled off of Sam's dick slowly, his lips puffed out, cheeks hollowed, tongue busy rubbing the underside of Sam's shaft. He let the head of Sam's dick pop out into the open, a tiny thread of Dean's spit the only thing still connecting Sam to his mouth. Sam whimpered.
"Please, Dean," he said. Dean lifted Sam's legs up onto the counter, spreading him open so that his little pink opening was visible. Dean stuck two fingers into the melting bubblegum sludge that was all that was left of Sam's ice cream cone, and rubbed the sticky pink cream over Sam's asshole, circling it again and again, as Sam banged his head against the cabinet door, inpatient for release.
"Don't, Sammy," Dean scolded him. Sam quit the head banging. Dean kissed the head of Sam's cock in apology, and Sam supressed a grin. Dean thought he was such a hard ass. Dean leaned in and licked the sweet mess on Sam's ass. When Dean's tongue touched him there, Sam's head hit the cabinet again. Dean glanced up.
"Sorry. Accident," Sam said. Dean dipped his middle finger into the ice cream and brought it up to Sam's hole, and pressed slowly inside the tight ring as Sam gasped and clenched around him.
"Shh, Sammy. Relax, " Dean said and moved his finger around slowly inside of Sam. Sam wasn't even looking at him anymore, his eyes were clenched shut, the color in his face risen to a red dot on each cheek, and the vein in his long neck protruding. Dean ducked his head down again and licked around where his finger was lodged inside Sam. He made sure Sam was good and slobbery with his spit before he pulled his finger out and replaced it quickly with two fingers. He knew there was a spot inside of Sam he could touch and make Sam come harder.
Dean guided Sam's cock back into his mouth with one hand, while he used the other to explore around inside Sam's tight hole, gently poking and prodding for the spot he was looking for. Dean could see that Sam was totally his for the taking right now. Sam was so turned on he would have let Dean do anything. Dean set a steady rhythym as he worked his mouth up and down Sam's cock, and thrust his fingers until Sam clenched up and let out a strangled cry as he shot out his hot milky load against the roof of Dean's mouth, and down the back of Dean's throat. Dean held on catching all of the spurts, gagging the least amount possible. He slid his mouth off of Sam's softening dick only after he was sure Sam was truly done.
Dean stood up slowly, a little light headed, and wiped his mouth. He was eye to eye with Sam, who stared back at him, flushed, through heavy eyelids. Dean knew he was in love with his little brother, and always had been really. Sam's fucked out face was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
Sam grabbed Dean's face with both of his hands and pulled him in for a kiss, pushing inside Dean's mouth with his lips and tongue. Sam tasted himself in his brother's mouth. He slid down off the counter and looked down at Dean's jeans where a little wet spot had formed on his crotch.
"Did you-" Sam said.
"No. It's just-" Dean answered, and Sam grabbed him by the hand and pulled him back toward their bedroom grabbing Dean's melted chocolate ice cream cone on the way. Dean was too exhausted to think. Sam shut the bedroom door behind them and pushed Dean down on the bed.
"Sammy," Dean said.
"Shut up, Dean," Sam said, and pulled Dean's jeans and underwear down roughly over his hips. Sam was turned on by how developed his brother was, the thick meaty thighs, and hard muscle of his stomach framing the course dark hair that surrounded the pefectly full, thick cock.
"Oh fuck, Dean," Sam whispered. He only got to see Dean like this, so close up and full daylight, totally naked on rare occaisions. Usually when they fooled around, the focus was always on Sam, and usually always at night after their father had gone to bed. Dean would always get Sam off. If Sam got the chance to get Dean off, Dean always made sure it was quick. He would still be wearing his pajama pants or underwear with just his cock exposed, or the have the waist band pulled down just enough for Sam to use his hand. Sam never got to use his mouth even though he really wanted to.
Sam took off his tshirt and put it under Dean's ass before Dean realized what he intended to do. Sam rubbed his hand gently over Dean's cock, lulling him into thinking this was going to be like all the times before. He checked to make sure Dean's eyes were closed before he gently pulled his hand away and dumped the melted chocolate ice cream over Dean's cock. Dean sat up and started to protest. Sam pushed him back down. The ice cream ran down and beautifully coated Dean's cock and balls, and formed a trail down the crack of his ass. Sam set to work burying his face in Dean's crotch, licking haphazardly and from Dean's cock, which he was lightly jacking with his fist, to his ball sack, to flicking his tongue over the trail of ice cream in Dean's ass crack. Dean bucked his hips off the bed. Sam was unsure whether or not to approach the prospect of Dean's ass, but he remembered seeing Dean masterbate, and how he would sometimes have inside two fingers inside himself as he jacked off, so Sam decided to try it. He licked away the last droplets of chocolatey liquid that had pooled in Dean's asshole, and then replaced his tongue with his finger as he continued fisting Dean's cock. Sam pressed the finger inside, and monitored Dean's reaction. Dean didn't seem to mind the intrusion, so Sam let his finger settle in, and then put his mouth down, just barely brushing his moistened lips against the shiny head of Dean's cock.
"Sammy," Dean said, raising his head to look at Sam. Sam had never gotten to do this before, and he wanted it badly. When he would jack off, he would often think of sucking Dean's cock to help put him over the edge. He let his lips slide slowly down over the head and his tongue was naturally drawn to the slit, leaking and wet. Sam tongued the hole while he slid the head in and out of his lips, pumping the shaft with his hand. Dean made a soft sort of mewling noise Sam had never heard before. Sam's heart began to race, and he knew Dean must have been close.
"Sam, I'm gonna-" Dean warned, followed by the mewling again. Sam worried whether he was killing Dean or just making him really really happy. He knew whichever it was, he had better not quit now. Dean's ass constricted around his finger and Dean made a last attempt to shove Sam away. Sam stubbornly took Dean's cock in his mouth even further so that when Dean came it shot down Sam's throat and filled his mouth, the amount surprising him. Sam gagged and choked, but he didn't care. He thought it was the most wonderful thing possible, and he already couldn't wait to do it again.
Sam was still reeling with the intensity of it all when Dean grabbed him and kissed him roughly, licking the rest of his come out of Sam's mouth.
"You okay, Sammy?" Dean asked. Sam nodded. He was better than okay. He was happier than he'd ever been in his life. He felt so much more connected to Dean and was already thinking of swallowing Dean again tonight, when they heard a truck door slam outside.
"Dad," Dean said. "Get dressed, Sammy," Dean said, and pulled his pants up lightening quick and buttoned them as he dashed into the kitchen to throw Sam his jeans. Sam pulled his shirt on and had just pulled his jeans up as Dean walked into the living room to greet their dad. Dean tried to make small talk. He wasn't very good at it. Sam shoved his semi-erect cock down into his pants and forced the zipper up on his jeans.
"Where's Sam?" he heard their dad ask. Sam walked into the living room. His dad looked at him like he was crazy.
"What's going on? What is wrong with you, Sam? You're supposed to be taking care of your brother Dean, not...not...," he just gestured at Sam, apparently at a loss for words. The boys looked at each other wide eyed, in a panic that their dad knew. Dean saw Sam had put on the tshirt that had been laying on the bed, the one that was under Dean's ass when Sam dumped chocolate ice cream on his crotch, and Sam's face was covered with dried chocolate ice cream. Sam looked like he had just finished competing in the world's largest chocolate ice cream eating contest, no utensils allowed.
"Oh, I made some pocket change helping the neighbor lady carry in her groceries, so I took Sam to get some ice cream," Dean said.
"You shouldn't spend your money so frivolously, son. And Sam, you're a teenager now. You should be able to eat ice cream without slopping it all over yourself," their father said.
"Yes, Sir," Dean said. Sam just looked at the floor.
"Make sure your brother gets washed up," their father said over his shoulder as he went back outside to unload the truck, and shut the door.
Dean pulled Sam into the bathroom and kissed him firmly and quickly because they were pressed for time, but he slipped his tongue in Sam's mouth so that Sam would know things would be okay. Sam clenched Dean's shirt and tried to kiss him more.
"Not now, Sammy," Dean said.
"Later?" Sam asked. Dean nodded.
"I thought he wasn't coming home until tomorrow," Sam said. Dean shrugged.
"Take a shower, Sammy, and don't beat off too long thinking about me," Dean said and pecked Sam on the cheek before he slapped Sam's ass and shut him in the bathroom.