Phantom traveler (2/2)
Second post today. Not really that long of a chapter. Just my imagination rambling on, as always. Finale chapter to this story. Now, I know its anoying, but please leave comments. I really, but I mean really, appreciate the feedback.
Title: Phantom Traveler 2/2
Characters/pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2 306
Disclaimer: I do not own the Winchester boys. I based this story on the episode of the same name, so we can say the situation is not of me. The story is though. Enjoy
Warnings: Hum, nothing that really deserves mentionning.
Summary: Sam and Dean end up on plane in order to catch a spirit. As we know, Dean is terrified and Sam finds a way to ease his brother down. (This second chapter is about what happens when they get off the plane, safe and sound).
“Am I glad this day is over.” Dean said, dropping his bag near his bed.
Sam nodded and closed the door, dropping his bag too. He hadn’t said much since they had landed. Somehow, he was worried Dean would have changed his mind. He walked over to his bed and let himself fall on it. He didn’t feel like facing him or asking. He didn’t want him to push him away. Losing one loved one was enough.
“Sammy.”
He glanced at him quickly, but went back to looking at the ceiling. Dean rolled his eyes. Drama queen, he thought to himself. He decided to go over to his bed, you know, to see what the problem was. He climbed on it and hesitated a little before lying down next to him, hip to hip and shoulder to shoulder.
“Come on Sam. What’s on your mind?” he asked, resigning himself for one of those chick flick moments.
After all, it seemed inevitable. Sam locked his dark eyes to his and smiled a little. Dean knew what would save him from the girl talk and did it: he kissed him softly, running his fingers in his ridiculous head of hair. Sam grunted in delight and rolled over so he’d face him. Thank god for the room with two queen size beds. At least, they wouldn’t have to fight to fit in it both at a time.
“Dean?”
“Hmmm.”
“You meant what you said earlier?”
He smiled. Gosh, he could be led to believe he had a sister instead of a brother. He climbed on top of him and started groping his chest.
“What the hell Dean?” he asked, laughing a little and trying to make him stop.
“Checking for boobs. Last time I checked, I had a brother, but hey, who knows. I’ve seen demons with a pretty fucked up sense of humour.” He kidded, giving him one of his cute little bum smiles.
“Stop fooling around Dean, he replied, catching his wrist and holding his hands still, Did you mean it?”
“I did.” He whispered against his lips, still straddling his hips.
Sam smiled, obviously relieved and rolled on top before closing the space between their mouths.
“Careful there big guy.” He kidded, trying not to get crushed under him.
He grinned and settled between his thighs, cupping Dean’s face between his big palms. He wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon, but then again, he didn’t actually feel like running away. He had always thought he might want to run if this moment came up. This was pretty fucked up, him being his baby brother and all, but the feel of his hands on his skin was intoxicating. His body fitted perfectly against his, as if it was meant to be.
“Sam.” He purred, cupping the back of his head and holding his mouth close to his.
He liked how Sam tasted; how he smelled. Dean pulled at his hoodie and his shirt, discarding them hastily. He was working at his belt seconds later, but he stopped him, catching his wrists in his big hands once again.
“We’re not in a hurry.” He whispered, muzzling at his neck.
Dean grunted and shuddered under him, shivers travelling all over his body as he licked and kissed his way up his jaw.
“You have been planning this for a long time, haven’t you?”
“Not so long. Since I left for College.” He answered, smiling a bit.
Dean grinned and pulled him closer, trying to ignore the irony in that and pressed parted lips against his. Guess he wasn’t the only one who had been having fantasies.
“I know you have too.” He muttered, pulling his shirt up and kissing at his flat stomach so very slowly.
Dean purred and threw the shirt away. He’d been dying to take it off and quite frankly, it had been worth the wait. Sam’s mouth was all over him, making his skin rise under his touch. Man did this guy know how to use his pretty lips.
“How is that?” he grunted, arching his back against his will.
Shut up was the answer he got as Sam’s paws moved down to his hips and his mouth locked back to his. He would have protested of he hadn’t been so busy fucking his mouth and stealing his breath away. Dean pushed him away gently, panting.
“You trying to kill me or something?” he teased, running his nails lightly up his muscled back.
“That I’m leaving to others.” He answered, grinning.
Dean liked seeing his brother smile. He reached out and caressed one of his cheeks slowly, his own lips curling into a smirk.
“You should smile more often Sam.” He said quietly, purring as he leaned closer to nibble at the shell of his ear.
Although he sometimes acted like a jerk, Sam couldn’t help but love Dean. He knew he’d do anything for him and that he’d put up with him no matter what. For this, he leaned closer and kissed him very softly.
“I love you Dean.” He said very quietly and he let a hand travel down all the way down his stomach.
He grunted in delight and pulled him in for another kiss, tongue gently fighting with his. He wanted Sam to take his pants off and press his naked body against his own. He had many times wondered how it would be to have all of Sam’s skin touching his own.
“I’ll finally get to see you naked all at once.” He muttered in his ear, pulling Dean’s pants and boxers down very slowly.
“You’ve seen me naked before. I know you did, even if you thought you were ever so subtle.”
Sam hit him in the chest hard enough to make him lose his breath for a few seconds.
“Jerk.” He said in his deep low voice.
Dean grinned and hit back.
“Bitch.”
Instead of answering, Sam rather slammed his mouth against his, teeth hitting together and all and got started on ravaging it with his own. Dean moaned softly and untied Sam’s belt, shoving his pants and boxers out of the way with his legs. Sam finished kicking them off and lied back down between his thighs, finally letting them know how it was to be lying together like this.
“Dean, you want this?” he whispered in his ear.
He could hear the sadness in Sam’s voice and it went right to his heart.
“Sammy, he muttered, tangling his fingers in his dark hair, you’re worse than a girl.”
He smiled a little, but there was still doubt in his green gaze.
“Dude, if I didn’t want you, I wouldn’t be lying on my back, naked, with you on top of me and certain parts of your anatomy getting dangerously close to my ass.”
This time, Sam smiled for real. Dean purred and ran his hands down his back, all the way down to his butt cheeks. He wanted him to kiss him again. As much as he hated being handled like this and not being in control, it was somehow okay if it was Sam who was in charge. Sam could do anything to him. He was his life and he’d give it all up for him in an instant. Sam purred and cupped his throat, kissing his temple.
“Good.” He whispered, moving down towards his crotch, kissing his way down very slowly.
Dean grunted and tried urging him down faster, licking his lips at the very thought of what Sam would be doing to him. He moaned softly and sank his head in his pillow when he gave his dick a shy lick before letting the head of it slide against the inside of his cheek. This was wrong and so fucking sinful, but gosh was it good.
“Sam.” he grunted, pulling at his hair a little.
He looked up, his mouth gliding up and down his cock ever so slowly. The sight made Dean shudder in delight and want to come just there. Sam smiled a little at seeing him trying to compose himself. He’d figured he could keep on with it for a bit more, but he’d have to stop soon enough. He wouldn’t want him coming right away now, would he.
He finally pulled back, grinning as Dean tried hitting him for making his orgasm draw back
“Asshole.” He grunted between clenched teeth as he came back to lying chest to chest with him.
“I love you too.” He answered, making him spread his legs wider and wrapping them around his narrow hips.
Dean grunted and pulled him in a kiss, tangling his fingers in his hair. He wanted Sam to touch him some more.
“What are you going to do now?” he asked between two pants.
Sam grinned and reached in the night table.
“Thank god for the thoughtful maids.” He kidded, showing him the bottle of lube he had found.
“Mhmm, cherry.” Dean replied, a I’m-a-though-guy-and-try-to-pretend-you-don’t-see-I’m-also-scared-shitless smile hanging on his lips.
“You scared?” he asked softly, not intending to tease or anything.
Dean must have seen it because he didn’t hit him for mocking him. He rather stretched his neck to kiss him.
“You wish.”
Sam kissed back and popped open the bottle. His hands were shaky. He’d dreamed of this moment but had never thought it would actually happen. He ran shy fingers down Dean’s butt crack, all the way to his entrance and touched it gently.
“Dude, m’not made of glass.”
Sam blushed a bit and pushed them in. Dean’s browns knotted as he gasped softly.
“Wh-what?”
He rolled his eyes and pushed back on the fingers.
“I’m not a chick dude, no need to be all lovey-dovey.” He grunted, pulling at his hair.
Sam grinned and bit at his neck, pumping them slowly. Dean purred and spread his legs wider. Now, if someone had told him he would actually look forward to be fucked by a man, he would have laughed his ass off and then beat the crap out of that person or the other way around. Not that he was homophobic or anything, but he didn’t really like the idea of someone sticking something in his ass; unless it was Sam. In that case, it seemed pretty darn hot.
He grunted and stiffened under him when he finally got to know what it felt like. Sam pulled him into a soft yet firm kiss, shuddering in bliss. Now, this was even better than what he had anticipated. Dean’s body welcomed him, offering just enough resistance to make his nerves catch on fire.
“Oh Dean.” He moaned softly once he was buried to the balls.
He got a grunt as an answer and a delicious roll of his hips. Sam shuddered and started pumping, obeying Dean’s silent command. Having Sam riding him like this was indescribable. Every nerve ending in his body was very awake and terribly excited. He pinned Sam on the bed and straddled him, moving on his own. He kept trying to be oh so gentle, which was nice of him, but terribly unsatisfying. He rode him faster, resting his weight on his chest as he did so.
Sam grinned and caressed his stomach as if asking permission to touch him. Dean grunted and made his wrap one big hand around his dick, smiling as he saw it almost completely disappear in it. This went on for a little while, both of them contempt with the situation. Sam none the less had the urge to kiss him again and lifted himself up, coming to sit up under him. Dean purred, very pleased with the initiative and wrapped both arms tightly around his neck and head, coming to rest stomach to stomach with him. Sam closed the space between their mouths and somehow managed to continue caressing him while holding him very close with his other arm.
Moments later, Dean fulfilled Sam’s dream and came, muttering his name in his ear. He soon followed as the smaller man’s body tightened all around him and the whisper sent shivers all the way down his spine to his lower stomach.
It was only a few moments later, as they had both regained a normal breathing that Dean lifted himself slightly from Sam, still in the position in which they had collapsed. Sam locked his green eyes to his and caressed his lower back slowly.
“I think this is the part where we should have regrets or freak out about what has just happened.” He whispered, sweat still making his skin shine.
“I don’t have any.” Sam answered in his low deep voice, frowning a bit.
He didn’t want Dean to pull away from him. There were a few moments of silence during which Dean studied his gaze thoroughly.
“Good, because I don’t either.” He finally answered, giving him one of his best I-really-love-you smiles, which were, by the way, quite rare and precious.
Sam’s breathing restarted filling the room. It was only then that Dean noticed he had in fact been holding his breath too.
“Jerk.” He muttered, for having scared him for a fraction of a second.
“Come on Sammy. You really though I’d have second thoughts? Come on, he said, leaning back close and stroking his hair, you’re really worse than a girl. You know that, right?”
Sam smirked and rolled on top roughly.
“Sam.” He corrected, kissing him forcefully.
Dean grunted and sank his fingers in his waist. This wouldn’t be a very restful night, but who was he to complain. He had this hunk, with whom he had, for a very long time, wanted to do this with, only begging to have his ass and take him to an impossibly blissful place.
I guess good things really come to those who wait, he thought before Sam went back to fucking him senseless.