Love for Money/wincest/Nc-17/ spn_reversebang
They spend the day basically trying to avoid each other, Dean not knowing how to act with Sam, and Sam just not sure what’s going on in Dean’s head about all of this.
“Think I’ll shower,” Dean says finally, finishing the tumbler of whiskey he’s kept filled for the last hour. “He should be here in a couple hours; better look at least a little bit freshened up for our john.” He gives Sam a sideways glance as he disappears into the bathroom.
Sam listens to the shower; he thinks about Dean in there, about his wet naked body as the water beats down on it, and he licks his lips. He can’t help but fix his eyes on the closed door; he hears Dean moan then and figures it’s the hot water easing any tension built up in those strong back muscles. He bites his lip as he feels arousal building in his belly and then lower, the same thing that’s happened so many other times, the same thing he’s jacked off to countless times, that Dean’s never known about.
Dean grips the shower handle and turns the water all the way to hot. The water beats down on his back, making it red as the steam engulfs him. His forehead is pressed against the tile wall, his other hand working his hard-on as he thinks about Sam’s hand and how it will feel caressing his hard cock. He only thinks like this in the shower; he never lets it leave the safe solitude of this, his only alone time, but now he’s worried because he’s about to get his darkest fantasy.
There’s a knock at the door barely half an hour after Dean’s finished showering. They look at each other with hesitation, and then Sam takes a deep breath and answers it. The man is standing there; his silver hair slicked back, tanned face grinning, with white teeth showing. He’s dressed casually, a t-shirt and jeans with sneakers this time, very relaxed.
“Are you going to invite me in?” he asks, holding out a bottle of liquor as if it’s an admission fee.
Sam opens the door wider. “Oh, yeah, sure.” He steps back as the man enters the room.
The man looks over at Dean, who’s moved from the bed to stand in the middle of the room. “This your partner?” he asks, setting the bottle on the table.
Sam hesitates for a moment as the word ‘brother’ hangs on his tongue. “Yes.”
There is enough tension in the room that it could be cut with a knife. Dean walks over and looks at the bottle of Scotch, then grabs a few glasses. “A drink might be in order,” he says, pouring the drinks and handing them out. “To loosen things up a bit,” he adds, tipping the tumbler in the man’s direction as he paints a smile on his face. Then he drinks down the amber liquid.
Sam’s nervous; he drinks his own glass down in one gulp, trying to calm his nerves as he watches Dean turn on the smooth charm that he’s only ever seen him use with women. “Nice,” he says, referring to the Scotch as he sets his tumbler down on the table and takes a deep breath.
“Special drink for a special occasion,” the man says, swirling his drink up the sides of the glass. He’s gauging their body language, and he can tell this is their first time together. He lifts an eager eyebrow before he speaks. “You have good taste,” he says to Sam with a smirk on his face.
Sam coughs quietly; he’s caught off-guard by the statement, but he quickly recovers with a smile. “Only the best for tonight.” He pushes his glass towards Dean, who fills it again with liquid courage.
Dean runs his hand seductively over Sam’s arm and then looks into the man’s eyes with a smoldering lust. “My taste isn’t so bad either,” he purrs, and clinks the rim of the man’s glass.
“Touché.” The man looks at Sam, then slowly licks his lips like he can taste every inch of him. ‘He is, after all, the main attraction.” He smiles lecherously as his eyes move back to Dean.
“Is it getting hot in here?” Sam’s sweating, his heart is racing a mile a minute, and his cock is paying far too much attention to the way Dean’s eyes are roaming all over his body; even if it’s just for effect, it’s turning him on in a big way.
“Maybe we should get this party started.” Dean pulls a chair out from the table and turns it to face the bed. “Sorry, only thing we’ve got.” He offers it to the man. “Or you’re welcome to lean against the wall, but the bed is off-limits.” His tone is a little darker with the last statement.
“This is fine.” The man sits down and crosses his legs. He’s still holding his drink and he rests it on his knee.
Dean takes Sam’s glass and puts it on the table before leading him over to the edge of the bed. He puts his hands on the back of Sam’s neck and pulls himself up to place a gentle kiss on his mouth and whisper, “Just follow along.”
Sam swallows nervously at the warm brush of Dean’s lips and breath against his mouth; his hands instinctually come up to Dean’s waist and pull him closer. “Won’t be hard,” he whispers back as he lets his mouth move against Dean’s with the tender kiss.
Dean’s hands find Sam’s lapel next; he slips the flannel off of his shoulders and then slowly moves it down his arms until it falls to the floor. He runs his hands back up Sam’s arms starting at his fingertips, moving softly over them and then over the fabric of his t-shirt to the tops of his broad shoulders, where he grips Sam’s shirt in his fists and pulls him down for a more heated kiss.
The man takes a sip of his drink as he watches the tender foreplay. His hand slips between his crossed legs, moving up to his crotch, and he exhales a satisfied sound.
Sam moves behind Dean then, pulling him close to his groin, letting Dean’s ass press against his hard cock. Leaning over Dean’s broad shoulder, Sam kisses the expanse of Dean’s neck. Dean reacts to the kiss and reaches back, grabbing Sam’s thick thigh. His heart is beating hard in his chest and all he can think about is how much he wants Sam on top of him, that long body covering his. He leans his head back, exposing his neck for Sam’s mouth to explore.
“I’ve wanted this,” Dean moans softly, so that only Sam can hear him.
Sam’s hands clutch Dean’s biceps tighter, his fingers digging into the warm flesh of his underarm. “God, how I’ve waited to hear that,” he breathes, his words hot against Dean’s ear. He moves down and slips his fingers under the hem of Dean’s t-shirt, his thumbs grazing the taut flesh of Dean’s muscular sides. “Been dreaming of you against me like this forever,” he continues, moving his hands up Dean’s ribcage, each finger feeling each bump and ripple of muscle. “So fucking tight, Dean, so fucking beautiful.” He closes his eyes and breathes in Dean’s scent.
“Christ.” The word is soft against Sam’s temple as Dean relaxes into him, his eyes closed as he feels the tender touches of Sam’s hand over his skin. “Never thought this would ever happen.” Dean’s words are like a whimper, and he thinks he might crumble under Sam’s touch. All of the resolve Dean’s had, all of the times he’s pushed his feelings to the back of his mind, told himself how wrong it is, how dirty it is, how it couldn’t feel good or how he’d be hurting Sam in some way, all of it just melts away with Sam’s loving touches. He wants this too, wants him in a very biblical way, and he’s not going to fight it anymore.
The man’s opened his jeans; his legs are spread apart and his hard cock is hanging out. He’s watching with an intense expression, his lower lip between his teeth, and he can’t look away.
But Sam and Dean don’t notice. They’re lost in each other: the way they smell, warm skin, tender hands over hard muscle, every touch a new sensation. It’s just them in this world; not another soul can get inside.
Sam turns Dean around to face him. Their eyes are locked as Dean pulls Sam’s shirt up and rucks it under his armpits. He holds onto Sam’s hips as he closes his eyes and leans in to lave his tongue up the deep line of his sternum, across his right pec and up to that long exposed neck.
“Jesus,” Sam moans. His hands are buried in the short spikes of Dean’s hair as he guides his head over the flesh.
Dean smiles, opening his eyes - and, as he sees over Sam’s shoulder, his brain kicks into gear and he remembers the man watching them. “Fuck,” he swears his voice rough and annoyed.
Sam jerks back to reality; he recognizes Dean’s upset tone. “What?” he asks, startled.
What Dean sees is the man stroking his hard cock, his eyes narrowed and body tense as he’s watching them at their most intimate. “I knew it was going to be like this, but I didn’t think it was going to be like this,” Dean growls as he stalks over to the man, who looks up at him with a confused expression.
“What?” he asks, stunned.
“Not going to watch you jerk off while you get your perv on to me and my Sammy doing it, that’s what.” He takes the man by the arm, drags him across the room, and pushes him into the open closet door.
“Wait, you can’t!” the man yells. “I’m paying to watch him fuck you!” He’s resisting Dean’s brute force.
“There’re slats in the door, you can see everything from in here.” Dean closes the door and puts the chair against the knob. “Don’t make a sound or the deals off,” he threatens.
“Dean,” Sam says with a worried look on his face.
“Don’t sweat it, Sammy, he’s fine.” Dean pulls his own t-shirt off, then takes his jeans and boxers off. “Now, where were we?” He’s naked, all but his socks.
“Right about,” Sam quickly strips down completely, “here.” He pulls Dean in, their cocks jutting outward and rubbing against each other. Sam pushes into the feeling, letting himself grind against his brother as he devours his mouth. He pulls Dean’s leg up over his hip, trying to get more friction as they kiss passionately, Dean’s tongue slipping over Sam’s as he tastes him.
“Bed might be better,” Dean urges, his body needing more maneuverability against Sam’s.
Sam picks up Dean’s other leg and wraps them both around his waist; he doesn’t want to lose contact for a second. “Gonna make you come,” he whispers in his ear. Sam’s cock is slipping between Dean’s ass cheeks as he carries him toward the bed. “Fuck, that feels good,” he grunts.
“Feels pretty damned good here too.” Dean’s clutching tight to Sam’s shoulders as he rotates his hips with the feeling. “Could come just from this.” He gives Sam a devilish look.
They hold that position for a few minutes, Dean grinding into Sam as Sam undulates against Dean’s ass. Dean’s hard-on is trapped between them, Sam’s sweat slicking the way as it moves over their bellies in the tight space that’s left between them.
“Need you so much,” Dean breathes out. “So fucking much.” He pulls up on Sam’s shoulders and bites with blunt teeth at Sam’s neck.
Sam’s legs give way and they finally tumble onto the bed, his body crashing down over Dean’s. “Sorry,” he says, readjusting himself so he’s not heavy on him.
“I love it.” Dean pulls Sam down over him, their bodies smashing together. “Want to feel every inch of you on top of me.” Dean’s hands roam over Sam’s ass, squeezing the round firm cheeks, then dipping inside of them, his fingertips gripping the crease as he spreads it open.
“Mmmm, damn, Dean.” Sam’s face is buried in Dean’s neck. “Feels so good, squeeze harder,” he begs as he pushes into the rough touches. Dean obliges, the tips of his index fingers grazing the tight puckered hole buried between them. Sam gasps, pushes into the feeling. “Yes,” he whimpers, his body spasming with the shockwaves of the touch.
Dean chuckles. “Like that, Sammy?”
Sam nods his head against the deep curve of Dean’s shoulder. “Yes.” His breath is hot on Dean’s skin.
“Good.” He does it again, this time lingering to circle the entrance.
“Fuck,” Sam says on a sharp intake of breath. “Gonna kill me or make me come.” His fingers dig deep into Dean’s hipbones as he tries to get purchase, his feet losing grip on the sheets as he squirms with each of the passes over his hole.
“That’s the idea, to make you come.” Dean releases Sam and squirms out from underneath him, letting him climb up further onto the bed.
Sam hovers over Dean, his knees on either side of his hips. “Now I’ve got you where I want you.” He wraps his hand around Dean’s cock and strokes it lightly. His grip is loose as he moves up and down. “Going to make you feel so good.”
Dean bucks into the feeling, Sam’s hand caressing the sensitive flesh of his cock. “That’s it,” he stutters. Thick beads of precome forming at the slit and drizzling down over the head make Sam’s stroking easier. “Want to touch you,” Dean manages to say between moans and muttered curse words.
“Don’t worry about that, I’m gonna come,” Sam smiles down at him. He lets go of Dean and leans over to get something out of the nightstand. He holds the bottle up and pops the cap. “Nice and slick,” he says before covering his palm in the lube.
Dean smiles back. “Prepared for this, I see.” He’s eager to have that huge lube-covered palm stroking his cock.
Sam then lubes up his own cock. “Not just yours,” he grins mischievously. He pulls Dean open and nestles between his legs, then puts each leg over his shoulders, lifting Dean’s ass off the bed. “Gonna get off between your cheeks,” he says slyly.
“Sounds fun,” Dean smirks.
“Oh, it will be,” Sam lines his cock up against Dean’s crease, then pulls his hips into his groin so that Dean’s ass is flush against his balls and his cock is buried between those two perfectly rounded cheeks.
The man in the closet can see almost everything between the slats. His focus is on Sam’s ass as it starts to move gently into Dean; the motions look like Sam’s fucking Dean’s ass and it has him very excited.
Sam’s cock is slipping up and down Dean’s crease; the head smoothing over his clenching hole then up to the cleft. He’s moving with slow purposeful thrusts, and the smooth semi-tight stroking of Dean’s cheeks has Sam panting with each up thrust and moaning with each down stroke.
Dean’s body is undulating against Sam’s; the needy feeling of Sam’s cock brushing his hole and the way it feels as he’s fucking his cheeks have Dean’s cock twitching and leaking an endless stream of precome. He reaches down to stroke it but Sam pushes his hand away.
“That’s for me, when I think you’re ready.” He holds tight to Dean’s hips as he grinds into him faster.
Dean’s arching off of the bed, his body wanting to feel more of Sam, aching for his touches to make him come. He’s waited for this for so long, wanted it so much that it’s nearly broken him, and now that he has it, he never wants it to end.
“Ready to come?” Sam asks with a tinge of darkness in his voice.
“Yes.” Dean’s nearly begging.
“All right.” Sam moves Dean’s legs from his shoulders but stays nestled between them. He slips out from Dean’s warm crease, trailing up over his balls and then along the thick underside of his ridged cock until he’s lined up flush against it. Their balls are smashed together and Sam looks into Dean’s eyes, a glint of the devil peeking through. “Going to make you come with me,” he says, his voice quiet and breathy. He wraps his hand around both of their cocks and begins to slowly stroke them.
Dean swallows hard, making a grunting noise like it’s the most pleasure-painful thing he’s ever felt. He’s never felt anything like it, Sam’s long length sliding against his throbbing cock as his thin long fingers slip over it, pulling at the head and circling the slit with his thumb. He fears he might go crazy before he comes.
“Like that?” Sam’s devilish smile is making Dean shudder with pleasure.
“Uh huh,” is all he can say. He’s fixed on Sam’s eyes, the curve of his mouth, the way he looks when he about to come, and it’s all so beautiful.
Sam increases the pressure and speed of his ministrations. “Uh, yeah,” he groans, his head falling back as he moans long and breathy. “Feels so fucking good.” He leans forward, bracing himself against Dean’s chest, and looks down at him, his hair falling all around his face.
“I’ve loved you forever,” he confesses.
Dean reaches up and runs his hand through Sam’s long locks, pushing them away from his face and tucking them behind his ear so he can get an unblocked view of his face. “Forever?” It’s a question, and a confession of his own.
“Forever,” Sam reiterates. He’s fucking into his own hand, rubbing off on Dean’s jerking cock, and he’s ready to come.
“Since you were fifteen,” Dean says, his voice breaking with Sam’s increased pressure.
Sam can’t hold back, and the look in Dean’s eyes, the wet watery look of love’s confession, pushes him over the edge. He shoves hard into his fist and squeezes tight, making his dick grind forcefully into Dean’s rock-hard cock. He shoots long threads of white pearly come across Dean’s belly and chest. “Fuuuck,” he moans, and arches his back and presses into Dean with his hips as he rocks furiously into him.
“Sammy,” Dean cries out, his balls tight and hot as he follows Sam over the edge, his orgasm exploding through him, shooting out with more force than ever, the thick white strands landing on his own chest. Sam quickly angles their cocks so that some of Dean’s come shoots onto his chest too.
“Oh, yeah,” Sam’s moaning, his body feeling the afterglow of the orgasm, and he collapses on top of Dean, his hand still wrapped around their softening cocks.
“Christ,” Dean says, trying to catch his breath. “Fuck, Sammy.” He runs his fingers through Sam’s soft hair.
“Exactly,” Sam says, mewling at the soft touches as Dean strokes his hair. He nestles his head in the crook of Dean’s neck and tangles their legs together. “That was better than any fantasy I’ve ever had,” he admits.
They’ve forgotten about the man in the closet; he’s spent and leaning on the doors. “Hey,” he says weakly.
Sam looks over, then quickly sits up. “Shit.” He pulls the crumpled blanket off the bed and covers himself. “Sorry, man,” he says as he lets the man out.
“It’s okay. Think I liked watching it from in there even better.” He zips his pants up. “Now for the little matter of payment.” He opens his wallet, pulls out every bill stuffed inside of it, and hands it all to Sam. “Should be two thousand there.”
Sam looks at it, confused. “We didn’t...”
The man holds his hand up and interrupts. “Watching you do that for the first time with a man that you clearly love is worth more than that to me, but it’s all I’ve got.” He stumbles to the table, pours himself another glass of Scotch, downs it, and then points at Sam as he heads for the door. “Bribing those dealers to throw the cards for you was the best money I ever spent. Well, the second best.” He opens the door to leave. “Just keep doing what you’re doing, and you can call me again sometime. You’ve got my number.”
Dean, hearing what he says, jumps up and rushes over. “What the fuck did you say?” He stands toe to toe with the man, looking down at him.
“Call me,” the man says as he tries to leave.
“No, you said that you bribed the dealers to throw Sammy’s cards.” He pushes up against the man, his naked body flush against him.
“A man’s got to do what a man’s got to do,” the man says nonchalantly, a smirk on his lips.
Dean pulls back his fist and strikes the man in the jaw. “Give me the card, Sammy,” he growls, holding out his hand while the man is still reeling from the blow.
Sam hands him the card. “Dean...”
Dean cuts him off. “Take your card.” He shoves it in the man’s open mouth. “And get the fuck out of here, we won’t be calling you again.” He shoves him out the door and slams it shut behind him.
“Jesus, Dean.” Sam throws the blanket from his waist around Dean’s shoulders. “I’m a little bit flattered and a little bit shocked.”
“No one fucks with my Sammy but me. Now, how much did we get?” He takes the money from Sam’s hand, all in hundred dollar bills.
“Two thousand,” Sam says, walking up behind Dean and wrapping his arms around him. “None of it means anything, now that we have this.” He kisses Dean’s neck as he counts the money.
“Dude, of course it matters,” Dean jokes. “How else am I gonna keep you in the style you’re used to?”
“Fine,” Sam concedes, nuzzling his shoulder. “But this matters more. We’ve found each other.”
“Yeah.” Dean leans back into Sam’s arms. “And we’re not losing each other again.” He rubs the soft hairs of Sam’s arm, then drops the money on the floor and turns around. “I’ve waited for you, for a very long time, Sammy. I’m not waiting ever again.” He pulls Sam down into a gentle kiss.
The End