RACK UP THE BALLS !! Chapter 10
RACK UP THE BALLS!! Chapter10
The six-block drive back to their motel room was fraught with Sam’s impatience and growing concern and his older brother’s nervous anticipation. The slightly suffocating atmosphere in the Impala stayed unimproved even with the driver’s window at half-mast and Sam monitored Dean’s facial expressions warily for any signs of the hyperventilation he’d experienced in bed earlier that morning.
Sam knew Dean only too well to think that a simple day away from the situation had cured him of his fears. Sam had his own experience to back that belief, and he knew that Dean’s memories had to be even worse than his own. It had taken Sam the entire ten days of Dean’s horrible return to the rape nightmares to get up enough courage to handle his brotherly blowjob, finally convincing himself last night that it would be therapeutic for them both. Ever since that monstrous night two months before Sam had suffered quietly through his own private nightmares and emotional stress. Unwilling to burden Dean further, his saving grace had come from a couple of online contacts, one a well-known gay rights author and the other an understanding therapist who had ‘been there, done that’.
As the young hunters pulled up in front of their unit at the NU-WAY INN, Dean turned to Sam while the big motor was still rumbling, “Sammy, never got my shower today. Any possibility you can make a run to the Qwik-Mart down the road and get us a six-pack of brews and some snacks. When you get back we can have that talk.”
Sam looked a tad crestfallen at the delay when all day long he’d been looking forward to a nice open discussion, but he forced a smile and nodded, “Sure, Bro’… Any special requests?”
Dean was already out of the car and halfway up the walk to the little cabin, when he spun back with a grin, “Nawww!! Surprise me, Sammy. You know what I like.”
Reaching their door even before Sam had a chance to switch seats in the car, Dean pushed the key into the lock with a chuckle. Funny after all their years of motel stays he usually paid little attention to the names anymore, but, looking at the name emblazoned on the key fob he had to laugh… How ironic!
As the door slammed shut, Dean became a whirling dervish, knowing Sam intended to rush back to ‘talk’. Hustling on the fly, Dean ditched his jacket onto a chairback, grabbed his shaving kit, fresh black boxers and jogged into the bathroom. Twisting the hot water knob fully on, he stripped off his shirts, and kicked out of his jeans. Waiting only long enough for the water to turn really hot, he had his shampoo already worked through his short spiked hair as he climbed beneath the punishing water flow. Scrubbing thoroughly he took a little extra time in the fore and aft ‘nether’ regions.
Lathering his stubble, he dragged his razor into the steaming stall with him for a nice clean shave. Sammy, I am going to be sooo ready for you tonight No running away, I promise. Just need to tweak the rules a bit…
In truth, Dean already felt a knot forming in his chest at the mere thought of what he was going to force himself to do tonight. Come on, Winchester… calm your ass down. If you can just get past this first time… Just this once… then you’ll be okay. Can’t help being a guy who only believes things he can see, touch. So you simply need to see it can be painless, feel it... Remember those dudes in the john… hmmm… Just tonight! For Sammy you can do this.
Luxuriating one last moment beneath the pulsating hot water, Dean put his steely resolve in place and plastered on his game face. Shutting off the water and climbing out he toweled off quickly. Pulling on his boxers, he did a quick gargle with a bit of mint-flavored mouthwash, towel-dried his hair, gathered the dirty clothes and went out to face the world and… Sammy.
Glancing at the big mirror over the desk as he came back from tossing his clothes in the closet ‘dirty pile’, he paused to give his body a quick once over. Dean liked what he saw… a good lean, well-muscled body, not overly massive, but very well defined. It was a fitting present for his little brother. Now if only all these muscles do the things I need them to do tonight.
He decided to set the mood a bit and after turning on the soft 20 watt lamp in the kitchenette, he shut off all the other lights, looking around he was pleased with the way it took the sharp edges off of the nasty drab little cabin’s interior. The grungy clock radio on the cabinet top only pulled in two stations, one of which had some screaming hellfire and brimstone preacher and the other had music that he at least found palatable. He stood listening for a moment hoping it would be acceptable to Sam, too. When he recognized one of Sam’s favorites, Audioslave’s Like A Stone, Dean grinned in agreement, maybe not Metallica, but decent nonetheless.
Crossing to the nightstand he slid the drawer open, Sammy had arranged a neat little collection of lubes, body massage oils and even a few condoms in the drawer. Good old geek-boy even thought of washcloths! The older hunter smiled as he thought of his sweet caring Sammy nursing him through these past months since the attacks. Without Sam by his side he didn’t like to think of the monster he might have become or the things he would have done, especially to himself. He closed his eyes, not really wanting to think about it.
A bright flash of light against the curtains and the deep throaty rumble of the Impala, pulled him back into the happy but tense reality of now. Vaulting onto his bed beside the door, Dean landed gracefully, bright green eyes glued to the door. Beyond it stood his Sammy… the reason he kept living, kept fighting. Clearing his throat and his mind, Dean smiled, laid back and waited.
The key turned in the tumblers as the lock disengaged and the door swung forcefully open. Sam stepped inside arms full of bags and a carton of six long necks clutched in his right fingers. He grinned down at Dean, as he kicked the door shut, “Got some great snacks for us, Dean, beer and even a few roast beef sandwiches.”
With his back to Dean, Sam set his packages on the kitchenette table, shrugged out of his jacket, and began pulling things from the bags. Without turning, he spoke, “You aren’t ready to turn in already are you, Dean? I thought we were gonna talk for a little while. You know… about… this morning.” As he turned to get Dean’s answer he was stunned to find his silent barefooted brother only inches away.
“Dean, I can wait...” his remaining words were trapped inside his mouth unable to get out past the soft lips that were abruptly pressed against his own.
The kiss was sweet and gentle and honest. Sam opened his eyes to see the smile in his brother’s beautiful green ones. His blue-green eyes smiled back in pleasant surprise.
Dean’s strong hands gripped his upper arms, as his older brother held him away for just a moment. With that wonderful smirk, Sam loved so dearly, Dean spoke softly, “Well, I promised we’d talk... But, Sam… hey, you know me and my fumble mouth… talking is not my strong suit. The silver-tongued one on all the touchy-feely stuff has always been you. Me…? I talk better with my hands.” Then, releasing Sam’s arms and displaying his open hands, like a doctor after a surgical scrub, he grinned, “I can be Shakespeare with these hands, little brother!”
With that Dean’s lips again met Sam’s and after a few soft touches of Dean’s tongue Sam’s lips parted to give him the access he sought. As their kiss deepened, Dean’s hands moved purposefully up the front of Sam’s shirt slowly undoing the buttons and then peeling the shirt from him. Before the shirt could hit the floor, Sam had broken the kiss and was yanking off his t-shirt as a second set of eager hands quickly undid the belt buckle, button and zipper on Sam’s jeans.
Sam kicked out of his boots and began sliding out of his jeans, then everything came crashing to a halt. Getting one foot tangled in his jeans leg, as the other leg stayed trapped in the denim up to the knee, Sam lost his balance, tripped on his discarded boots and toppled sideways. Dean, of course, darted forward to catch him and wound up succeeding only in cushioning his fall. In a tangle of arms and legs they lay there, laughing at their own inept enthusiasm. Pulling Sam into his arms, Dean held him til the giggles subsided.
Taking Sam’s pretty chin into his grip, Dean’s serious green eyes locked onto Sam’s blue-green ones, “Okay, Sammy, time for a few rules here. Not trying to take the fun out of spontaneity, but I think it’d be best if we went a bit slower. I got carried away too for a minute there, I’m sorry.”
“I agree, Dean. No more jumping the gun. You set the pace and I follow, kind of like Follow the Leader,” grinning, Sam added, ”and you’re it.”
“Another thing, Sam, and this is rule number one…! I want to be on the ‘receiving end’ in this tonight… not you.” As Sam opened his mouth to argue, Dean’s fingers closed over his lips to silence his protests. “No, Sam! This is non-negotiable! I need to see how painful this is. I have to know. You don’t know how bad that was with Dick. Today, I saw two different… umm…uhhh…couples doing this… uhh…stuff… It seemed like they enjoyed it, but… I have to know …for sure. You understand?”
Sam heard Dean’s sincerity, saw the determination in those clear green eyes. Leave it to Dean, to find his own way around this obstacle. Sam knew that Dean was right, of course. Dean had always been like their father with his need to see proof of something’s existence. After twenty-two years at his big brother’s side he knew only too well Dean’s need to protect him from any pain, any form of discomfort. His self-sacrificing guardian was making himself into the sacrificial lamb tonight, and as much as Sam was reluctant to cause his beloved Dean any distress, he also knew Dean had his heart and mind set on seeing this through. In the world of big and little brothers, Sam knew arguing was futile.
“Yeah, Dean. I understand. Are you sure that you don’t want to just wait though? Honestly… we can wait. Nobody said this has to happen… especially tonight.” Sam hoped Dean knew he was being dead serious.
With a beatific smile, Dean laid his hands softly against Sam’s cheeks, drawing him into a gentle kiss. “Thanks, Sam. Knowing that you mean that, removes any pressure. No more hyperventilating. Come on. Up on the bed, now. We’ll just go where the night takes us, okay? See what happens…”
Their knees no sooner contacted the bed sheets before Sam gently pulled Dean into his comforting arms, “C’mere, Dean. Slow and easy it goes.” His soft lips planted an easy chaste kiss on Dean’s pouty full-lipped mouth and then skittered away laying a gentle trail of ghost kisses all along Dean’s perfect jawline licking softly at the cleft that so perfectly divided left from right. He heard Dean’s sharp intake of breath as he tongued at the lobe of his right ear.
“Sammm…, “ escaped as a mere breath.
Moving once more to Dean’s mouth Sam was met with an eager kiss, Dean’s lips crushing against his. Dean’s warm, wet tongue washed softly over Sam’s dry lips. Later, neither would know who started what as their love for one another burned away the need to compete. Both sets of lips seemed to part simultaneously and tongues passed freely back and forth between them as each hunter wished to fill themselves with one another, each wanting to give, to invite their beloved to feast upon them.
As promised, Sam let Dean lead the way. Dean’s mouth, lips, teeth and moist tongue seemed to be everywhere at once. Sam knew there’d be a good reason for a collared shirt the next day as Dean’s hungry sucking left painful splotches along the sides of his long throat. To Sam they were only signs of his big brother marking his territory, like the alpha male he’d always be. Sam’s breathing hitched when Dean’s hands and then his lips teased his distended sensitive nipples. Sam finally gave himself permission to follow his older brother’s lead. He nipped and licked at sensitive areas all along Dean’s collarbone before trailing kisses lower and lower. With his long fingers, Sam traced the muscles across Dean’s defined chest and then slowly let them follow along the arched abs and taut stomach, slowly, gently gliding towards his large engorged cock. As Sam’s fingers played through the blond pubic curls, he could feel Dean’s body tense ever so slightly. The time had come to ease the controls away from Dean. From here Sam knew exactly what to do and how to do it. It was with a slow hand that he would guide his brother through this as though handling a skittish horse.
Again he claimed Dean’s lips in a passionate drawn out kiss, as their lips separated he breathed, “I love you so much, Dean. I need your mouth on me… I need to feel your hands…Help me.” Reaching into the little drawer he drew out the lube, “Mmm….Cherry Fizz. Sounds yummy.”
Turning his long body about on the big bed, he lay on his back as he spread the lube generously on his own large member. Shifting to lie on his side he tugged Dean lower onto the bed so Dean’s head was near Sam’s hips. Nodding pleadingly towards his glistening red tinted cock, he suggested, “Please, Dean, help me …” He gently guided Dean to lie on his side and watched as his older sibling licked ever so gently at the head of his shining cock, then began to reverently kiss and touch it.
Dean’s hands trembled as he touched his little brother’s throbbing cock. Sam had a momentary question over whether to continue or not but when Dean took his cock into his mouth without further hesitation, he started to kiss his way up and down Dean’s thighs. The closer he came to Dean’s balls and ass the more Sam could feel Dean’s fear beginning to resurface. With the lube he painted Dean’s inner thighs and balls and as he began to lick and kiss and nibble at the area his fingers continued to spread the gel as surreptitiously as he could, the perineum was almost his last stop. His lips and tongue never stopped moving and soon Dean’s fearful shivers became a passionate quaking. Even with Sam’s cock now deep in his throat Dean’s moans soon overshadowed Sam’s.
His destination within reach, Sam renewed his efforts. His tongue stroked insanely at the older man’s perineum and Dean rewarded him with a loud gasp, throwing his thighs wide open, rocking his hips towards Sam’s questing tongue. With a quick squeeze Sam let the gel ooze across the dusky skin, into that beautiful crack and trickle over Dean’s puckered opening. Trapping his brother’s upper thighs in his huge hands he pulled Dean closer as he thrust his long warm tongue along the crack stroking quickly back and forth, back and forth. Pushing Dean’s thighs wider open Sam thrust his tongue through the first ring of muscle and then the second.
Dean suddenly froze, crying out, “Sam! No…! I … I… Please… don’t…”
But before he could break free, Sam thrust in deeper rolling and wriggling his tongue against the walls of the hot silky tunnel inside. The delicious moan Dean loosed was followed by his hips thrusting closer to Sam. Sam continued to push deeper and deeper, his own sensuous moans vibrating through his tongue to provide even more stimulation. As he felt the tense body encasing his invading tongue relaxing a bit more, Sam slowly eased a fingertip into the tight hole alongside his tongue. Continuing the tongue fucking he watched as Dean’s previously wilting hard-on became rod solid again. He smiled at the small triumph and set about exciting his brother even further. As his tongue grazed over a small ridge, he felt Dean’s hips arch sharply off the bed. Another triumph, he had found Dean’s prostate and knew they were on the road to success. Stroking that spot again and again, Dean was soon writhing beneath Sam the pleasured moans keening high in his throat. Another finger slid in and once Sam was up to the second knuckle he began to move the fingers too. Pulling his tongue free, he continue the gentle movement of his fingers, now beginning to do the scissoring movement he’d been instructed to use. He had remembered how tight his brother had felt during his injury exams, but this gave Sam a whole new outlook. His own moans over the hot tightness of Dean surprised him. He wanted to be inside his brother pushing through that sweet hole again and again, stroking him to a white-hot orgasm.
He was surprised to feel his sibling thrusting against him now, trying to absorb his fingers even more deeply. Feeling an odd vibration passing through Dean, he became aware that he was humming and thrusting in time with the music playing on the radio. A good song to fuck by apparently, a strong rhythm, Godsmack’s Voodoo . He chuckled that even now Dean used music to supercede his fears, as something to grasp on to like a lifeline.
He moved his fingers a few more strokes then asked softly, “Do you think you’re ready to try more than this, Dean? Just say ‘no’ if not... I’d understand.”
Dean’s voice was thick and husky with emotion, with passion, “Ummm, Sammy… Think I’m good here… Oh God! What the hell did you do to me before?!” Glancing down at Sam, Dean’s face looked pleasantly confused.
Working his fingers over Dean’s prostate nerve bundle once more, Sam chuckled at his brother’s instant arching back and hipsand pleasured moan, “Oh… You mean this?”
Dean snorted trying to catch his breath, his voice rose an octave, “Yeah….that…!” Leaning closer to Sam, he murmured, “Is there a best way?”
“Couple of ways suggested…. Think on your side will put you in control though.”
Dean rolled onto his other side while Sam pivoted and spooned up behind him. Twisting his head around to smile over his shoulder at Sam, he quickly found Sam’s cherry-flavored tongue nearly shoved down his throat.
He grinned into the kiss as he felt his sneaky little brother’s fingers spreading more of the lube along the crack of his ass. Sliding one hand downward Dean pulled his cheeks further apart and wiggled his hips closer to Sam until he felt Sam’s engorged shaft slide into the gelled valley. A quick gasp of uncertain anticipation escaped his lips though as it brushed against his lovely little puckered opening. He willed his mind to stay calm, easy….easy… Sam won’t hurt me… Everything is gonna be fine…
Sam felt the quick panic surge and his damp fingers moved quickly to soothe Dean’s momentary fear as he rubbed small circles around his older brother’s left nipple, whispering, “Shhh… Shhhh, Dean… Just say stop if you want… Shhh…”
With a small sigh, Dean relaxed, allowing his body to flow against Sam’s warm skin. Reaching down he gently took hold of Sam’s twitching cock and purposely rubbed the head over his quivering entrance again and again. It felt warm, smooth, exciting. Closing his eyes, he slowly sucked in a breath, forcing his body and mind to calm.
“Okay, Sammy… I’m ready...” his brother’s voice so soft, so full of trust it frightened Sam a bit.
Lavishing Dean’s exposed throat in sweet kisses, Sam began to lick at his earlobe then moved on to nip at sensitive base of his neck where it joined his shoulder. Suddenly, Sam bit down hard and simultaneously he forced the head of his cock inside Dean.
Dean’s surprised gasp and a small grunt were his only reactions, “Ahhh… Not sooo bad….” He breathed calmly trying to acclimate to the feeling of pressure that it caused. “Now what, Sam…?” he whispered.
Sam kissed his throat in gratitude and relief. Dean’s awesome ability to trust and love bringing tears to his little brother’s eyes. Letting out the breath he’d been fearfully holding, Sam gently urged, “My friends online said if you try to push outward it will make things easier. Wanna try?”
With a sweet, soft moan Dean moved his hips closer and surprisingly absorbed about two inches of Sam with no ill effects. Sam’s hungry mouth found his again as the brothers began to sinuously rock against one another. Soon their moans and soft keening sounds washed out the soft strains of music escaping the old radio.
“Ohhh, yeah, Sammy…more of that… Okay?” Dean’s hands gripped at Sam’s forearms wrapping his little brother’s arms a little tighter around his midsection.
As Sam pushed deeper and Dean’s breath hitched, Sam found what he was looking for. Thrusting his hips slowly, he rolled softly, repeatedly over Dean’s prostate, chuckling as Dean’s body reacted wildly to the stimulation.
“Ohhh, fuck! Ahhhh… Oh, my God, Sammeee… Oh, shit…!” Dean rolled his head against Sam’s broad shoulders, panting, chest heaving. His breathing became insanely erratic, “Fuck yeah…More. More… again …please?”
Sammy was deeply inside only moments later and Dean was moving
his hips, riding Sam’s hot cock like he’d been born to it. “Ohhh.. Dean, man… you’re gonna kill me like this… I need more speed.”
Dean glanced over his shoulder, “Hands and knees?” he queried. At Sam’s nod he pulled free and scrambled into the kneeling position. He tensed for only a moment as Sam moved to re-enter him and then became all animal, growling low in his throat as Sam moved back into position, hungry for more of his little brother. As Sam pressed inside his brother once again, he was happily surprised by Dean’s assisting moves to quickly find himself once more buried balls deep in Dean’s hot tight silky tunnel.
Passionately rutting against one another, groaning, moaning as their physical needs overrode any cognitive thought, they became one. Sam’s hand slid across Dean’s hip, then beneath his taut stomach to grasp his now copiously leaking cock. Slicking his hand in the precum, Sam slowly stroked his brother’s throbbing member, “Ahhh… yesss………faster!!… Oh, Sammy! Yesss… Dammit! I’m not… not gonna… gonna …last.”
With a loud gasp Sam knew it was true for them both. Three more deep hard thrusts and the surrounding world was drowned in a dense shower of fireworks. As the display ended in a flash of binding white, he collapsed onto Dean’s back just as Dean loosed his own primal roar, finding his release as he felt his brother’s cock painting his insides. Throwing his body sideways as he collapsed, Dean pulled his barely conscious little brother into his strong arms.
After their breathing finally evened out, Dean planted several sweet kisses on Sam’s forehead and face, whispering, “Thank you, little brother.”
Sammy smirked softly, “Yeah… Well, don’t thank me yet… You get a half hour to rest and then, it’s my turn!” With a chuckle, he murmured, “Things have changed since we were kids. Back then you always let me take my turn first!”
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