Hold On Until Dawn Chapter 6B
Title: Hold On Until Dawn Chapter 6B
Outside, tiny droplets of rain dotted their faces, necks, and hands. They made it to the Impala before the sky opened up and poured. The roar of the Impala mixed with the percussion of rain and Sam had to resist the urge to immediately fall asleep, the combination like a lullaby to him.
Five o’clock traffic was long gone and the night was coming early due to the heavy cloud cover and rain. Dean blindly parked in their apartment parking lot because Sam obstructed his vision-not that he was complaining because Sam’s hot tongue over his pulse made it feel like the whole world was synchronized with his heartbeat. Dean looked around - the parking lot was empty and they weren’t near any lights or apartment windows.
Dean was pushed against the door, Sam straddling him like he did yesterday in the school parking lot.
“This going to be a new parking lot ritual for us, baby boy?”
Sam pulled back, rubbing Dean’s lips with his thumb unable to be out of contact. “It would be an admirable goal,” Sam agreed.
Sam dove back in, lips crashing against Dean’s in a desperate, hungry kiss. Long fingers dug into Dean’s back, nails biting through the polyester of his police uniform as Sam clung to him like he would be ripped away at any moment. Or like he would walk away.
Dean’s hands cupped the muscled rounds of Sam’s shoulders, softly pushing. Sam matched force with force, each gentle nudge away met with an equally mild pull together.
“S’m,” he managed when Sam was forced to stop for air, lips stilling against their mate and breaths panted across the swollen skin. “Sammy,” he gasped, Sam’s attention diverting to nibble and lick along the sensitive places he knew so well.
Rolling his eyes, allowing himself a brief moment to enjoy Sam’s devotion, Dean tightened his grip on his brother’s shoulders and forced him back. “Sammy,” he tried again, looking into lust blown hazel, “what’s going on?”
“I would think it was pretty obvious,” Sam smirked, hand cupping Dean through the restricting fabric of his pants. Dean’s hands loosened their hold as pleasure zinged through his body and Sam dipped past the weakened restraints to pepper open-mouthed kisses long Dean’s stubbled jaw.
“Not that I, uh, don’t appreciate the enthusiasm and being presented, oh God right there, with my two favorites things at the same time,” he cradled Sam’s neck in his hands and pulled Sam’s lips from his throat, “something’s up. You’re not acting like yourself. What’s the matter?” He ran the pad of his thumb over Sam’s cheekbone.
“N-nothing,” Sam looked down, settling back on his heels.
“Sam,” Dean voice was gentle with an underlying current that left no confusion that he expected a more truthful answer.
“Nothing, really,” he stuck the tip of his pinky finger through one of the buttonholes on his shirt. He looked up and sighed at Dean’s unimpressed eyebrow. “I just…” he trailed off, “maybe it’s being back here,” understatement, “or I need a break or I don’t know. I just feel like I’m crawling out of my skin. I’m sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry for. Like I said you and the Impala are stuff fantasies are made of, but maybe another time when we’re both...more relaxed.” He dipped his head to meet Sam’s downturned eyes.
Sam slid off Dean’s lap, dropping back into his seat. A light fog, created by their warm breath, obscured the rain dotted windshield and they sat in silence for a few minutes listening to the pinging of the rain on the Impala’s roof.
“And pie.”
“What?” Dean looked over, brows drawn together in confusion.
“Me, the Impala and pie,” Sam clarified simply, one side of his mouth quirking up, waiting for Dean’s mind to supply him with a visual.
An image of Sam spread across the hood of the Impala, with apple pie, body heat warm and sticky on his skin, flashed to the front of Dean’s mind. “Oh God,” his cock twitched and he pressed a hand into his crotch. “You’re going to kill me. Tomorrow, Sam? Impala pie-sex. Tomorrow?” He whined.
Dean grinned boyishly and Sam chuckled, leaning over to place a chaste kiss to his brother’s mouth.
“After this hunt’s over. That’s how we’ll begin our vacation.” He dropped another kiss to Dean’s lips, looking out the passenger window at the slackening rain. “Let’s go upstairs. We still have the pie I bought yesterday and I rented the new Superman movie,” he shoved the door open and sprinted through the lingering rain.
*****
Later, after a dinner of frozen lasagna, they were curled up on the couch, Sam laying back in the vee of Dean’s legs watching the Man of Steel save the day. Dean looked around, the lights were dim and they were covered in the blanket from the bed, and huffed a small laugh at the domesticity of it all. It was nice.
The flickering light of the TV glinted off his police issue 9mm on the coffee table, drawing his eye to his nightstick and handcuffs lying next to it. A shiver ran down his spine at the memory of Sam’s thin wrists circled by that pair of silver rings. It still took him by surprise to think that Sam planned the whole office sex thing. Hell, he’d even come prepared. Dean squirmed, trying to adjust his filling cock.
“You okay back there?” Sam’s smile was evident in his voice as he wiggled to press his back against Dean’s increasing need.
“Just thinking about earlier,” he whispered huskily, hand slipping under Sam’s shirt to smooth over toned skin. Dean rutted into the hard muscles of Sam’s back. “Thought about this morning all day today. About how much I wanted to skip work and just stay here with you, in you.”
Sam curled his fingers around himself over the soft cotton of his pants, the fabric adding a new degree of texture to the action. Dean was panting in his ear, his own desire mounting with Sam’s. “What can I say, I love a man in uniform,” he gasped out, breath warm against his brother’s face.
Dean’s hand moved, gently smacking Sam’s hand away to slip under Sam’s sweats and boxers to wrap around the blood warmed skin. He stroked Sam, slow but firm, reveling in the moans that it wrought from Sam’s lips. His other hand came up to cup the younger man’s throat, long fingers pressing gently into the corners of Sam’s jaw to turn his head for a kiss. Sam opened his mouth to Dean’s insistent tongue. Dean let out a moan that morphed quickly into a whimper when Sam ground back against him.
“Please, love.” Sam wheezed out.
“I’ve got you, Sammy. I’ve got you,” he babbled. “I’m gonna take care of you. I promise.”
Dean’s hand moved against Sam’s hardened flesh and Sam rolled his body down against Dean desperately as their mouth moved in the perfect rhythm of old lovers. Dean ran his thumb over the leaking slit of Sam’s cock, gathering the slick to ease his motions, and Sam jolted, hips leaving the couch before dropping to move erratically down on Dean’s crotch.
“De, De!” Sam cried out, loud like he couldn’t be in Dean’s office, and writhed, panting out Dean’s name between heaving breaths.
“Sh, baby boy.” Dean whispered. He couldn’t take his eyes off his little brother, off the look of ecstasy on Sam’s face. “I got you,” he repeated.
“Yes,” Sam gasped, almost delirious from his brother’s talented hands. His fingers dug mercilessly into Dean’s legs, hard enough to bruise, and that thought forced another cry of pleasure from Sam’s lips. Dean marked as his, his to have.
“You have me,” Dean promised, almost as if reading his mind. “I have you.
Dean kissed Sam, delving into his mouth a couple of times before he let Sam’s tongue enter and explore. Sam brought his hand up and curled it around the back of Dean’s neck, running fingers through Dean’s hair then twisting them in the short locks. Sam felt his orgasm, building and bubbling low in his stomach.
Dean tugged once more, fingers cupping Sam’s balls on the downstroke. “All mine,” he growled, low in Sam’s ear and Sam fell into the welcoming abyss of his orgasm. His body writhed out of his control, arching and twisting with the rush of pleasure before settling limply on his brother.
Dean felt like he might die if he didn’t get the pressure or the friction he needed, so he spanned his hands across Sam’s pelvis and rocked the pliant body above him down harder and faster. His arms trembled with the strain and lust and his hips bucked of their own accord. Sam turned his head into Dean’s neck again and suddenly bit down hard on the muscles running up the vertical column. Dean’s orgasm crashed into him, his release soaking his pants and running warm then cool over his skin.
Dean felt Sam’s heart hammering where his little brother’s back is pressed tightly against his chest. Dean bit lightly into the exposed junction between Sam’s neck and shoulder, tasting dried rain water, sweat, and Sam.
“Love you, De,” Sam slurred, blissful and sated.
Dean swallowed and ran his fingers through Sam’s hair, rocking back and forth with his little brother held safe in his arms. The credits were rolling and Dean has no clue what happened in the movie but he could care less. “Love you too, Sammy.”
Sam sighed and his eyes started to droop, post-orgasm drowsiness setting in. “Come on, Sammy, let’s go get comfortable in bed,” Dean laughed when Sam’s hand blindly reached back to find Dean’s face and covered it.
“Shh,” Sam grumbled. “’m comfortable.” He snuggled down for emphasis.
“We gotta clean up,” Dean chuckled, shifting his legs and wrinkling at the unpleasant wetness in his pants. “Come on, Sammy.” Sam huffed, kissing the corner of Dean’s mouth.
Sam winced when Dean helped him up, guiding him down the hall to their bedroom. He chuckled when Dean laid him on the bed with a flourish. “Be right back,” Dean promised, going to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth.
Sam stayed awake while Dean cleaned them both, but when Dean returned from disposing of the dirty washcloth Sam was out. He was curled on his side, curls falling about his face. Dean rolled his eyes affectionately and covered Sam up, placing a kiss on his nose.