"Breathless"
Title: Breathless
Author: Ticklemepanic
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Genre: Wincest. Dean/Demon!Sam. Bottom!Dean.
Warnings: Nothing to bad, swearing, slash.
Feedback: Live for it. Please comment it :D
Disclaimer: Sadly I'm not Eric Kripke so i don't own Dean or Sam :( However, i do own Jensen and Jared, so Eric, you owe me! LOL.
Summary: How long can Dean keep his true feelings locked up inside him? And how can he possibly do so when the promise he made his father meant killing the one thing that kept him alive: Sam.
He didn’t remember where it had all gone wrong. All he knew was that something had. Even though he’d promised his father he’d see it done, he knew he could never bring himself to actually ending his own brothers’ life; no matter how dark he got.
And yet here he was, in an abandoned wreck of a house in the middle of the night because Ash had tipped him off that a group of hunters were seeking Sam out, to end him slowly for what he’d done to their friends. Dean couldn’t have that. If Sam had to be stopped, Dean was going to be the one to do it.
So armed with his .50 Cal Desert Eagle and a hunting knife strapped to his thigh, he moved stealthily through the shadows. Constant thoughts ran through his head about how wrong it felt to be here hunting his own brother; his own flesh and blood. But he just couldn’t let someone else do the job.
It had gotten to the point where Dean had lost all communication with Sam. They just, stopped talking. Not that Dean didn’t try getting hold of Sam, but something told him that Sam had more important things to deal with then worrying about his brother.
“Yeah, like killing hunters.” Dean muttered to himself as he pressed his back to the half fallen down wall. He stared at the floor boards, covered in dirt with grass growing through the cracks.
“My own Sammy, a poster boy for demons.” Dean mumbled, his voice breaking off emotionally as he loaded the chamber and looked around the corner.
“Hello Dean.” He appeared out of no where, a smug smile on his face. He grabbed Dean, using his oversized body to pull Dean out from his hiding with ease. Gripping Deans throat, Sam lifted Dean off the ground, stared up at him as his eyes flashed black as night. “Playing hide and seek Dean?”
“Whose hiding, bitch?” Dean spat, gasping for air and mentally punching himself for dropping his gun.
“Well…not the hunters who came to stop me.” Sam laughed deeply, tossing Dean across the hall as if were a rag doll and weighted next to nothing. Dean smashed through a thin wall, landing with his arm twisted under him, ripping a pained scream from his throat. He looked around, looking for Sam but finding bloodied bodies of men, strewn around and torn.
Dead.
“Damn Sammy.” Dean muttered, disappointed and disheartened.
“Yes, indeed damn Dean. What I heard was-wait let me get this right.” Sam was right behind him, his long fingers stroking his smooth chin as he watched Dean, circling him like a vulture. “Ah yes, Ash called you and said they were looking for me, going to slice me open. So you, being my big caring brother drove out here to beat them to the punch, am I right? I mean, you are here to kill me, aren’t you Dean?”
“You did this?” Dean muttered, lifting himself off the ground as he gestured to all the bodies.
“They were going to kill me Dean.”
“Seems they failed.” Dean groaned; standing and cradling his shoulder. “But I won’t.”
“Are you going to kill me Dean? I’m hurt.” Sam faked misery as he gripped his chest, his big hand clutched to his shirt over his heart. “But I’m your baby brother Dean.”
“No you’re not. You’re a monster. You’re not Sammy anymore.” Dean grunted, moving his arm into a less painful position.
“Well. That’s too bad.” Sam huffed, wavy his hands at Dean as he turned and looked away.
“Yeah? And why’s that?” Dean asked.
“Because now I have to kill you.” He turned slightly, staring at Dean from the side. A sly grin spread across his lips as he eyed Dean’s movements, watched Dean reach for his blade. “What, Dean? Are you going to try and stab me with your letter opener?”
“I’m not going to try anything.” Dean answered, gripping the handle of his hunting knife as he rushed towards Sam. He didn’t get far; Sam grabbed his wrist and twisted, forcing Dean’s hand open; the blade falling to the ground.
“You’re getting a bit rusty Dean.” Sam laughed.
“Go to hell.” Dean punched out, hitting Sam square in the jaw sending him back a few paces.
“Been there!” Sam grunted, stepping forward and grabbing Dean before shoving him to the ground harshly. “Done that!”
“You’re a real piece of work Sammy. A real class A guy.” Dean spat blood as he pushed to his knees.
“Should have stayed down Dean.” Sam smiled, his eye lashes fluttering as he kicked into Deans ribs. Dean rolled onto his back, gripping his side and trying not to wince. Sam stepped over him, pressing his knee down into his throat as he stroked Dean’s hair. “Going to kill me Dean?”
“Someone has to.” Dean gasped.
“No they don’t. You just can’t stand me being more important than you. Dad did die for you, but he did make you promise to kill me. That must have hurt Dean. Having to promise that selfish man that you’d kill me. I know you can’t do it Dean.” Sam lifted his knee from Dean’s neck, gripped Dean’s chin with his fingers and lifted Dean’s head off the ground. “You can’t kill me.”
“Oh yeah? And what makes you say that?” Dean didn’t make eye contact, made sure he looked away when ever Sam tried to catch his gaze. Sam seemed to get frustrated, lifted Dean’s face right up close to his and made him look into his eyes.
“Because you love me.” Sam answered simply. “You love me so much it almost killed you when Dad made you promise to end me when I went dark side.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Dean closed his eyes, tried to pull his face away but not being able to move due to Sams grip on his chin.
“I know Dean, oh how I know. You want me Dean. You want me and it kills you to have to be the one to end me. It’s why you can’t. You can’t kill me because you love me and you want me so bloody bad Dean.” Sam was so close Dean could feel his hot breath on him, and it was warming his skin, sending his heart racing. “You need me Dean. Need me so bad.”
“Not anymore.” Dean muttered, trying to keep his voice from breaking, trying to keep the moan from escaping his lips at how close Sam was; pressed so close to him.
“Oh come on Dean! You want me! You always have!” His eyes burned as he lifted Dean up, slammed him against the kitchen counter, pinning Dean’s hands behind him. “You want me inside you Dean.”
“Shut up.” Dean glared, breathing harshly as Sam ground his hips forward into his arousal. Sam smiled at him knowingly, a smug look in his eyes as he pressed himself against his brother.
“You feel that Dean?” Sam questioned huskily, pressing his cheek against Deans, moving down to Dean’s pulse; ghosting his lips across Dean’s skin. “I know you do. I know you want this; me, so badly Dean. You can’t hide it from me.”
“My body has a mind of its own. You touch me like this and you think I’m not going to react? I think it’s you who wants me!” Dean groaned; breathing heavily as he finally looked up at Sam.
“Really?”
“Yeah, really Sammy. I think you want me! It’s why you haven’t just finished me off already!”
“Oh but Dean.” Sam laughed, shaking his head as he looked down at his brother pressed against him. “I’m not going to kill you.”
“Oh?” Dean asked, a slight hint of surprise in his tone.
“No Dean.” Sam grinned, running his fingers down Dean’s back; feeling the tight muscles shiver under his touch through the thin fabric of Dean’s shirt. He looked into his brothers’ eyes, hot lust and desire burning behind the dark black of Sam’s eyes. “Oh no Dean, I’m not going to kill you…but.”
“What?” Dean looked into his brothers eyes in question before Sam grabbed his arm and spun him around, shoved him against the countertop and pressed himself into Dean’s back; ground his crotch forward into Deans jean clad ass while rubbing his cheek against the side of Deans head. He stopped, gripping harshly at Dean’s hips to hold him in place as he pressed his lips against Dean’s ear.
“But. I am going to fuck you.” His voice was deep, full of lust and burned hot in Dean’s ear. Before Dean could even think, Sam shoved him forward, hand pressed on his back to hold his chest flat against the dirty surface. Dean couldn’t suppress the moan that left his mouth when Sam pressed forward, grinding his own jean glad bulge into Dean’s ass. “Like that don’t you baby?”
“Ngh…Sammy…” Dean could hardly speak; all he could manage was breathing heavy and moaning when ever he felt Sam’s erection press against him.
“Just say it Dean. Tell me how much you want me, how much you’ve always wanted me.” Sam threaded his fingers through Dean’s short hair, gripping the strands and pulling sharply. “Tell me what you want!”
“You.” Dean muttered, his heart thundering in his chest.
“Pardon? Say that again Dean, I didn’t quite hear you.” Sam mocked, his free hand snaking around Deans front, dipping into the front of his jeans and cupping him hard.
“Uh! Sam! I want you! Want you so bad Sammy! Always have!” Dean groaned, thrusting into his brothers’ warm hand. He shuddered when he felt Sam wrap his fingers around his shaft, gripping roughly.
“You want your own baby brother; want me to fuck you. Make you cum so hard Dean. You want that big brother?”
“Yes! God yes Sammy.” Dean moaned, his blood rushing through his veins hot and fast.
“Say it. Tell me what you want.” Sams hand left Deans pants, making him whine in protest before he felt his belt being ripped off and the zipper being ripped open. “Tell me Dean!”
“Fuck me Sammy! Fuck me so hard baby, make me cum so hard Sammy! God I want you in me!” Dean couldn’t hold it back.
“Good boy.” Dean gasped at the sudden coldness, the sudden loss of fabric as Sam pulled his pants down to his ankles. Dean kicked his shoes off quickly, struggling to do so faster due to being pressed against the bench. “Step out.”
“God Sammy.” Dean gasped when he felt Sam’s large hand connect with the soft skin of his outer thigh. The skin tingled, burned slight before he felt Sams hand hit again, then again and again after that. The hand travelled up, tracing skin as it worked its way to Deans back where the fingers spread and Sam pressed down with his palm.
“Shirt.” Dean moved awkwardly, scrambling to rip his shirt off. Tossing it to the floor, Dean managed a quick look back over his shoulder. Sam was looking down, one hand working his own belt, the other pressed to Deans lower back. Dean watched his hand stop. He looked up to Sams face, looking into his eyes that were the deep brown Dean loved so much. He was his Sammy.
“So hot Sammy.” Dean moaned, his eyes travelling down Sams torso, stopping on his crotch. Sam noticed; smirking to himself as he slowly started undoing his jeans. Once the zip was all the way down, Sam let the fabric go and the jeans fell slightly down his slender hips, shocking Dean. “Commando?”
“Commando.” Sam repeated with a sly grin as he rubbed his hand down his stomach. He watched Deans face, watched the absolute need and pure love wash over his face, saw the flash of need and lust spark behind his green eyes when he saw Sam wrap his fingers around his own sizable erection. Sam felt sparks shoot up his spine at the contact, the warmth his hand gave, but he knew, how he knew that Dean would be so much warmer. And tight. Sam couldn’t help the deep groan that left his lips at the thought of being deep inside his brother. He stopped the motion of his hand, just holding it still as he let his eyes travel down his brothers body, laid out in front of him; waiting. When he got to his brothers ass, he almost completely lost all control. “Spread.”
“Never figured you as the forceful type.” Dean tried laughing but only managed a pleasured mewl as he did as he was told, spread his legs and perched himself up on his elbows. His eyes fluttered shut when he felt Sams hand rest on his ass, breathed deeper as Sam stroked the baby soft skin. He didn’t realize he’d even moved until he felt Sam’s fingers grip his hips to hold him still.
“Stop moving. It’s driving me insane.”
“You don’t start moving I think I’m going to explode. Hurry it up man!” Dean groaned, wiggling his hips and pushing back against Sam. His head dropped to his arms as he felt Sams hardened length press against the crease of his backside. Sam’s hands moved, one pressing into his lower back again while the other disappeared completely. Dean was tempted to turn and look, to see what was taking Sam so freaking long when he felt the hand on his back shift, grip his hair and pull his head up and back before he felt Sam’s lips at his ear.
“Moan for me baby.” Was all Sam said before Dean felt a slick finger press harshly inside his body. It was painful, strange and uncomfortable and yet completely electric and exotic and fucking amazing. He pushed back on his brothers’ hand, gasping and trying to hold back his scream of pain when Sam pulled away, only to shove a second finger inside him. It felt so weird! The pain he felt was smothered by how good it felt to have Sams mouth on him; kissing and sucking at his neck, his collarbone while he worked his entrance. Dean was a puddle of mush when Sam added a third finger, twisting his hand and sending ripples of pleasure up Dean’s spine when he hit something inside of him.
“Right there! Oh god Sammy, right freaking there!” He’d arched back, pressing his back into his brothers’ chest as he pushed back on his hand, trying desperately to have Sam find it again. Sam bit into Dean’s shoulder, marking Dean as he curled his fingers against the tiny bundle of nerves that sent Dean into a stream of cuss words.
“Seems I’ve found your weak spot Dean.” Sam grinned, breathing hot and heavy into Dean’s ear. Dean twisted his head, caught Sam off guard as he pressed his lips to Sams. It was an awkward kiss, but it was passionate and so needy. Dean hissed and whined in protest when Sam pulled his hand away. Only to let out a guttural moan when he felt the head of Sams cock press against him. “Ready baby?”
“Fuck me Sammy. Fuck me so hard babe.” Dean begged, gripping the side of the laminate top.
“Push back.” Sam ordered, one hand gripping Dean’s hip while the other was wrapped around his erection, holding it; the head pressed at Deans stretched entrance. Dean moaned, clenching his eyes closed as he thrust his hips back and took Sam into him. Sam grunted, the heat, the tightness almost tipping him over the edge as he struggled to watch, to see Dean take him in. He didn’t wait, didn’t give Dean a chance to adjust to his size before he pushed forward, burying himself deep inside his brother.
“God Sammy! So big!” Dean groaned, clutching harshly at the counter as he tried his hardest not to scream in pain when Sam pulled back.
“Tight! You’re so fucking tight Dean!” Sam gripped Deans hips, his nails digging into his skin and leaving red half moons as he pushed back in, building a rough rhythm. The small dark house, falling down in places was filled with moans of pleasure, heavy breathing as the heat rose and desperate cries as the brothers moved together, matching thrusts as they climbed that ever high peak, trying to reach it and the ensured release which would have them both seeing stars.
“Argh, Sammy! God, keep going!” Dean gripped tighter, nails digging into the chipped wood tabletop as he gasped and panted; his eyes clenched shut as he pushed back against Sam.
“So…close Dean! So close!” Sams head dropped forward, his chin resting against his chest as his speed quickened. He reached around Dean, fucking him awkwardly as he gripped Deans leaking member, startling a loud moan from his brother. He wrapped his fingers around him, rubbing his thumb over the slit and causing his brother to shake, his muscles tightening and contracting around him. He watched, mesmerized with how his brother was taking him, how his thick cock disappeared inside his brothers ass before reappearing only to start all over again.
“Sammy! Fuck Sam! I can’t, I’m…Sammy!” Dean threw his head back, slamming his ass back against his brothers’ cock as he groaned; so close to the tip of release. Sam was almost there, he was only holding on by threads; seconds. He leaned forward, his hand pumping Dean, slick with pre-cum as he twisted his wrist before biting hard right into the skin of Deans collarbone. Dean screamed; his mouth wide open as he shot ribbons into Sams hand, down the side of the counter and the floor.
“So hot Dean!” Sam moaned as he brought his hand up, Dean watching him over his shoulder as he continued to thrust back, as Sams tongue flicked out, ran the length of his hand, his fingers and lapped at his brothers’ cum. Dean growled as he clenched the muscles in his ass, sending Sam over the edge. Sam slumped forward, gasping out loud as he came deep inside Dean, thrusting rough and fast to ride it out. He fell forward, sweat slicked chest pressed to sweat slicked back as he held onto to Dean.
“Fuck me.” Dean gasped, his head falling to his arms.
“I just did.” Sam muttered, wrapping his arms around Dean to hold him in place. He was still buried to the hilt inside him, could feel himself tiering as his length softened. Dean looked over his shoulder, to Sam, his eyes pleading as green met brown. He was thankful it was Sammy looking back at him and not the demon inside of Sam. Sam stared back, nodding softly before pressing his lips to Deans in a hard, urgent kiss that left them both completely breathless.
“I love you Sammy.” Dean whispered after a long silence, his arms supporting his head. He loved the feel of Sam so close to him, holding him as though he really mattered.
“I love you too Dean. It’s why I can’t kill you.” Sam’s voice was soft, full of emotion as he pressed his face into the back of Dean’s neck and tightened his arms around his older brother. “At the end of the day, good or bad, you’re all I have. And I’d gladly die knowing you knew how I felt.”
“You too Sammy.”
Author: Ticklemepanic
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Genre: Wincest. Dean/Demon!Sam. Bottom!Dean.
Warnings: Nothing to bad, swearing, slash.
Feedback: Live for it. Please comment it :D
Disclaimer: Sadly I'm not Eric Kripke so i don't own Dean or Sam :( However, i do own Jensen and Jared, so Eric, you owe me! LOL.
Summary: How long can Dean keep his true feelings locked up inside him? And how can he possibly do so when the promise he made his father meant killing the one thing that kept him alive: Sam.
He didn’t remember where it had all gone wrong. All he knew was that something had. Even though he’d promised his father he’d see it done, he knew he could never bring himself to actually ending his own brothers’ life; no matter how dark he got.
And yet here he was, in an abandoned wreck of a house in the middle of the night because Ash had tipped him off that a group of hunters were seeking Sam out, to end him slowly for what he’d done to their friends. Dean couldn’t have that. If Sam had to be stopped, Dean was going to be the one to do it.
So armed with his .50 Cal Desert Eagle and a hunting knife strapped to his thigh, he moved stealthily through the shadows. Constant thoughts ran through his head about how wrong it felt to be here hunting his own brother; his own flesh and blood. But he just couldn’t let someone else do the job.
It had gotten to the point where Dean had lost all communication with Sam. They just, stopped talking. Not that Dean didn’t try getting hold of Sam, but something told him that Sam had more important things to deal with then worrying about his brother.
“Yeah, like killing hunters.” Dean muttered to himself as he pressed his back to the half fallen down wall. He stared at the floor boards, covered in dirt with grass growing through the cracks.
“My own Sammy, a poster boy for demons.” Dean mumbled, his voice breaking off emotionally as he loaded the chamber and looked around the corner.
“Hello Dean.” He appeared out of no where, a smug smile on his face. He grabbed Dean, using his oversized body to pull Dean out from his hiding with ease. Gripping Deans throat, Sam lifted Dean off the ground, stared up at him as his eyes flashed black as night. “Playing hide and seek Dean?”
“Whose hiding, bitch?” Dean spat, gasping for air and mentally punching himself for dropping his gun.
“Well…not the hunters who came to stop me.” Sam laughed deeply, tossing Dean across the hall as if were a rag doll and weighted next to nothing. Dean smashed through a thin wall, landing with his arm twisted under him, ripping a pained scream from his throat. He looked around, looking for Sam but finding bloodied bodies of men, strewn around and torn.
Dead.
“Damn Sammy.” Dean muttered, disappointed and disheartened.
“Yes, indeed damn Dean. What I heard was-wait let me get this right.” Sam was right behind him, his long fingers stroking his smooth chin as he watched Dean, circling him like a vulture. “Ah yes, Ash called you and said they were looking for me, going to slice me open. So you, being my big caring brother drove out here to beat them to the punch, am I right? I mean, you are here to kill me, aren’t you Dean?”
“You did this?” Dean muttered, lifting himself off the ground as he gestured to all the bodies.
“They were going to kill me Dean.”
“Seems they failed.” Dean groaned; standing and cradling his shoulder. “But I won’t.”
“Are you going to kill me Dean? I’m hurt.” Sam faked misery as he gripped his chest, his big hand clutched to his shirt over his heart. “But I’m your baby brother Dean.”
“No you’re not. You’re a monster. You’re not Sammy anymore.” Dean grunted, moving his arm into a less painful position.
“Well. That’s too bad.” Sam huffed, wavy his hands at Dean as he turned and looked away.
“Yeah? And why’s that?” Dean asked.
“Because now I have to kill you.” He turned slightly, staring at Dean from the side. A sly grin spread across his lips as he eyed Dean’s movements, watched Dean reach for his blade. “What, Dean? Are you going to try and stab me with your letter opener?”
“I’m not going to try anything.” Dean answered, gripping the handle of his hunting knife as he rushed towards Sam. He didn’t get far; Sam grabbed his wrist and twisted, forcing Dean’s hand open; the blade falling to the ground.
“You’re getting a bit rusty Dean.” Sam laughed.
“Go to hell.” Dean punched out, hitting Sam square in the jaw sending him back a few paces.
“Been there!” Sam grunted, stepping forward and grabbing Dean before shoving him to the ground harshly. “Done that!”
“You’re a real piece of work Sammy. A real class A guy.” Dean spat blood as he pushed to his knees.
“Should have stayed down Dean.” Sam smiled, his eye lashes fluttering as he kicked into Deans ribs. Dean rolled onto his back, gripping his side and trying not to wince. Sam stepped over him, pressing his knee down into his throat as he stroked Dean’s hair. “Going to kill me Dean?”
“Someone has to.” Dean gasped.
“No they don’t. You just can’t stand me being more important than you. Dad did die for you, but he did make you promise to kill me. That must have hurt Dean. Having to promise that selfish man that you’d kill me. I know you can’t do it Dean.” Sam lifted his knee from Dean’s neck, gripped Dean’s chin with his fingers and lifted Dean’s head off the ground. “You can’t kill me.”
“Oh yeah? And what makes you say that?” Dean didn’t make eye contact, made sure he looked away when ever Sam tried to catch his gaze. Sam seemed to get frustrated, lifted Dean’s face right up close to his and made him look into his eyes.
“Because you love me.” Sam answered simply. “You love me so much it almost killed you when Dad made you promise to end me when I went dark side.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Dean closed his eyes, tried to pull his face away but not being able to move due to Sams grip on his chin.
“I know Dean, oh how I know. You want me Dean. You want me and it kills you to have to be the one to end me. It’s why you can’t. You can’t kill me because you love me and you want me so bloody bad Dean.” Sam was so close Dean could feel his hot breath on him, and it was warming his skin, sending his heart racing. “You need me Dean. Need me so bad.”
“Not anymore.” Dean muttered, trying to keep his voice from breaking, trying to keep the moan from escaping his lips at how close Sam was; pressed so close to him.
“Oh come on Dean! You want me! You always have!” His eyes burned as he lifted Dean up, slammed him against the kitchen counter, pinning Dean’s hands behind him. “You want me inside you Dean.”
“Shut up.” Dean glared, breathing harshly as Sam ground his hips forward into his arousal. Sam smiled at him knowingly, a smug look in his eyes as he pressed himself against his brother.
“You feel that Dean?” Sam questioned huskily, pressing his cheek against Deans, moving down to Dean’s pulse; ghosting his lips across Dean’s skin. “I know you do. I know you want this; me, so badly Dean. You can’t hide it from me.”
“My body has a mind of its own. You touch me like this and you think I’m not going to react? I think it’s you who wants me!” Dean groaned; breathing heavily as he finally looked up at Sam.
“Really?”
“Yeah, really Sammy. I think you want me! It’s why you haven’t just finished me off already!”
“Oh but Dean.” Sam laughed, shaking his head as he looked down at his brother pressed against him. “I’m not going to kill you.”
“Oh?” Dean asked, a slight hint of surprise in his tone.
“No Dean.” Sam grinned, running his fingers down Dean’s back; feeling the tight muscles shiver under his touch through the thin fabric of Dean’s shirt. He looked into his brothers’ eyes, hot lust and desire burning behind the dark black of Sam’s eyes. “Oh no Dean, I’m not going to kill you…but.”
“What?” Dean looked into his brothers eyes in question before Sam grabbed his arm and spun him around, shoved him against the countertop and pressed himself into Dean’s back; ground his crotch forward into Deans jean clad ass while rubbing his cheek against the side of Deans head. He stopped, gripping harshly at Dean’s hips to hold him in place as he pressed his lips against Dean’s ear.
“But. I am going to fuck you.” His voice was deep, full of lust and burned hot in Dean’s ear. Before Dean could even think, Sam shoved him forward, hand pressed on his back to hold his chest flat against the dirty surface. Dean couldn’t suppress the moan that left his mouth when Sam pressed forward, grinding his own jean glad bulge into Dean’s ass. “Like that don’t you baby?”
“Ngh…Sammy…” Dean could hardly speak; all he could manage was breathing heavy and moaning when ever he felt Sam’s erection press against him.
“Just say it Dean. Tell me how much you want me, how much you’ve always wanted me.” Sam threaded his fingers through Dean’s short hair, gripping the strands and pulling sharply. “Tell me what you want!”
“You.” Dean muttered, his heart thundering in his chest.
“Pardon? Say that again Dean, I didn’t quite hear you.” Sam mocked, his free hand snaking around Deans front, dipping into the front of his jeans and cupping him hard.
“Uh! Sam! I want you! Want you so bad Sammy! Always have!” Dean groaned, thrusting into his brothers’ warm hand. He shuddered when he felt Sam wrap his fingers around his shaft, gripping roughly.
“You want your own baby brother; want me to fuck you. Make you cum so hard Dean. You want that big brother?”
“Yes! God yes Sammy.” Dean moaned, his blood rushing through his veins hot and fast.
“Say it. Tell me what you want.” Sams hand left Deans pants, making him whine in protest before he felt his belt being ripped off and the zipper being ripped open. “Tell me Dean!”
“Fuck me Sammy! Fuck me so hard baby, make me cum so hard Sammy! God I want you in me!” Dean couldn’t hold it back.
“Good boy.” Dean gasped at the sudden coldness, the sudden loss of fabric as Sam pulled his pants down to his ankles. Dean kicked his shoes off quickly, struggling to do so faster due to being pressed against the bench. “Step out.”
“God Sammy.” Dean gasped when he felt Sam’s large hand connect with the soft skin of his outer thigh. The skin tingled, burned slight before he felt Sams hand hit again, then again and again after that. The hand travelled up, tracing skin as it worked its way to Deans back where the fingers spread and Sam pressed down with his palm.
“Shirt.” Dean moved awkwardly, scrambling to rip his shirt off. Tossing it to the floor, Dean managed a quick look back over his shoulder. Sam was looking down, one hand working his own belt, the other pressed to Deans lower back. Dean watched his hand stop. He looked up to Sams face, looking into his eyes that were the deep brown Dean loved so much. He was his Sammy.
“So hot Sammy.” Dean moaned, his eyes travelling down Sams torso, stopping on his crotch. Sam noticed; smirking to himself as he slowly started undoing his jeans. Once the zip was all the way down, Sam let the fabric go and the jeans fell slightly down his slender hips, shocking Dean. “Commando?”
“Commando.” Sam repeated with a sly grin as he rubbed his hand down his stomach. He watched Deans face, watched the absolute need and pure love wash over his face, saw the flash of need and lust spark behind his green eyes when he saw Sam wrap his fingers around his own sizable erection. Sam felt sparks shoot up his spine at the contact, the warmth his hand gave, but he knew, how he knew that Dean would be so much warmer. And tight. Sam couldn’t help the deep groan that left his lips at the thought of being deep inside his brother. He stopped the motion of his hand, just holding it still as he let his eyes travel down his brothers body, laid out in front of him; waiting. When he got to his brothers ass, he almost completely lost all control. “Spread.”
“Never figured you as the forceful type.” Dean tried laughing but only managed a pleasured mewl as he did as he was told, spread his legs and perched himself up on his elbows. His eyes fluttered shut when he felt Sams hand rest on his ass, breathed deeper as Sam stroked the baby soft skin. He didn’t realize he’d even moved until he felt Sam’s fingers grip his hips to hold him still.
“Stop moving. It’s driving me insane.”
“You don’t start moving I think I’m going to explode. Hurry it up man!” Dean groaned, wiggling his hips and pushing back against Sam. His head dropped to his arms as he felt Sams hardened length press against the crease of his backside. Sam’s hands moved, one pressing into his lower back again while the other disappeared completely. Dean was tempted to turn and look, to see what was taking Sam so freaking long when he felt the hand on his back shift, grip his hair and pull his head up and back before he felt Sam’s lips at his ear.
“Moan for me baby.” Was all Sam said before Dean felt a slick finger press harshly inside his body. It was painful, strange and uncomfortable and yet completely electric and exotic and fucking amazing. He pushed back on his brothers’ hand, gasping and trying to hold back his scream of pain when Sam pulled away, only to shove a second finger inside him. It felt so weird! The pain he felt was smothered by how good it felt to have Sams mouth on him; kissing and sucking at his neck, his collarbone while he worked his entrance. Dean was a puddle of mush when Sam added a third finger, twisting his hand and sending ripples of pleasure up Dean’s spine when he hit something inside of him.
“Right there! Oh god Sammy, right freaking there!” He’d arched back, pressing his back into his brothers’ chest as he pushed back on his hand, trying desperately to have Sam find it again. Sam bit into Dean’s shoulder, marking Dean as he curled his fingers against the tiny bundle of nerves that sent Dean into a stream of cuss words.
“Seems I’ve found your weak spot Dean.” Sam grinned, breathing hot and heavy into Dean’s ear. Dean twisted his head, caught Sam off guard as he pressed his lips to Sams. It was an awkward kiss, but it was passionate and so needy. Dean hissed and whined in protest when Sam pulled his hand away. Only to let out a guttural moan when he felt the head of Sams cock press against him. “Ready baby?”
“Fuck me Sammy. Fuck me so hard babe.” Dean begged, gripping the side of the laminate top.
“Push back.” Sam ordered, one hand gripping Dean’s hip while the other was wrapped around his erection, holding it; the head pressed at Deans stretched entrance. Dean moaned, clenching his eyes closed as he thrust his hips back and took Sam into him. Sam grunted, the heat, the tightness almost tipping him over the edge as he struggled to watch, to see Dean take him in. He didn’t wait, didn’t give Dean a chance to adjust to his size before he pushed forward, burying himself deep inside his brother.
“God Sammy! So big!” Dean groaned, clutching harshly at the counter as he tried his hardest not to scream in pain when Sam pulled back.
“Tight! You’re so fucking tight Dean!” Sam gripped Deans hips, his nails digging into his skin and leaving red half moons as he pushed back in, building a rough rhythm. The small dark house, falling down in places was filled with moans of pleasure, heavy breathing as the heat rose and desperate cries as the brothers moved together, matching thrusts as they climbed that ever high peak, trying to reach it and the ensured release which would have them both seeing stars.
“Argh, Sammy! God, keep going!” Dean gripped tighter, nails digging into the chipped wood tabletop as he gasped and panted; his eyes clenched shut as he pushed back against Sam.
“So…close Dean! So close!” Sams head dropped forward, his chin resting against his chest as his speed quickened. He reached around Dean, fucking him awkwardly as he gripped Deans leaking member, startling a loud moan from his brother. He wrapped his fingers around him, rubbing his thumb over the slit and causing his brother to shake, his muscles tightening and contracting around him. He watched, mesmerized with how his brother was taking him, how his thick cock disappeared inside his brothers ass before reappearing only to start all over again.
“Sammy! Fuck Sam! I can’t, I’m…Sammy!” Dean threw his head back, slamming his ass back against his brothers’ cock as he groaned; so close to the tip of release. Sam was almost there, he was only holding on by threads; seconds. He leaned forward, his hand pumping Dean, slick with pre-cum as he twisted his wrist before biting hard right into the skin of Deans collarbone. Dean screamed; his mouth wide open as he shot ribbons into Sams hand, down the side of the counter and the floor.
“So hot Dean!” Sam moaned as he brought his hand up, Dean watching him over his shoulder as he continued to thrust back, as Sams tongue flicked out, ran the length of his hand, his fingers and lapped at his brothers’ cum. Dean growled as he clenched the muscles in his ass, sending Sam over the edge. Sam slumped forward, gasping out loud as he came deep inside Dean, thrusting rough and fast to ride it out. He fell forward, sweat slicked chest pressed to sweat slicked back as he held onto to Dean.
“Fuck me.” Dean gasped, his head falling to his arms.
“I just did.” Sam muttered, wrapping his arms around Dean to hold him in place. He was still buried to the hilt inside him, could feel himself tiering as his length softened. Dean looked over his shoulder, to Sam, his eyes pleading as green met brown. He was thankful it was Sammy looking back at him and not the demon inside of Sam. Sam stared back, nodding softly before pressing his lips to Deans in a hard, urgent kiss that left them both completely breathless.
“I love you Sammy.” Dean whispered after a long silence, his arms supporting his head. He loved the feel of Sam so close to him, holding him as though he really mattered.
“I love you too Dean. It’s why I can’t kill you.” Sam’s voice was soft, full of emotion as he pressed his face into the back of Dean’s neck and tightened his arms around his older brother. “At the end of the day, good or bad, you’re all I have. And I’d gladly die knowing you knew how I felt.”
“You too Sammy.”