Boiling Over
Sam’s spent a lot of time in a lot of places he didn’t want to be, but Billings Montana might be the asshole of each and every one of those other places. Two days after school ended in Topeka his father plopped them down here in a crummy apartment and took off for parts unknown.
“For fuck’s sake, Sam, stop being so melodramatic.” Dean’s exasperated eye roll doesn’t help Sam’s mood at all. “He’s in Detroit and he’s only been gone a week. We’re here for the summer- three whole months in one place. So unknot your panties and enjoy it, why don’t you.”
“Don’t see why we couldn’t have just stayed in Topeka,” Sam says, curled into a seething ball in the room’s tattered armchair, gaze fixed on the Gilligan’s Island rerun flickering across the television screen. He can feel Dean’s eyes on him but he doesn’t look up, doesn’t want to see the disapproval on his brother’s face at any implied criticism of their father.
“Look,” Dean says after a long moment. “I know you wanted to stay, Sammy. You had stuff going on, soccer and summer reading and that chick in your bio class.” Sam shifts in the chair, hunching his shoulders in even further. “But you can’t make plans like that, and you know it.”
Sam doesn’t look up at Dean’s quiet sigh. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Dean pad across the room, hears the snick of the bathroom door closing behind him, the clanking of pipes as Dean turns on the shower. He found the library on his first day here so his summer reading list won’t be a problem. Finding pick up soccer games will be easy, so keeping in practice won’t be a problem either. As for the chick in his bio class….Theresa had been fun and a good friend, but Sam spent most of his time with her brother Nathan. Not that he’d told Dean about it, though he wanted to because of….reasons.
He waits a few minutes before slipping out of the chair and sidling up to the bathroom door. It would really suck for his brother to come out and catch him here, though Sam could probably come up with a decent reason for lurking. The door’s a thin piece of plywood and Sam can hear the water running and, after a moment, Dean’s muted groans. Living in his brother’s pocket all these years, Dean’s sex noises are no mystery to Sam. Behind his closed eyelids, the real live porno that is Dean jerking off runs through his mind, Dean’s nimble fingers tweaking his nipples to peaks while his other hand runs across the taut muscles of his belly until it begins to slip slide up and down his cock. Sam’s head drops forward and he catches himself just before it thunks into the door.
How’s that feel, Sammy?
It was Nathan who asked, Nathan’s hand circling his dick, but in Sam’s mind now, it’s Dean and Sam subdues his own groan as his cock thickens in the confines of his jeans. It had felt damned good and Nathan had gone on to teach Sam how fantastic things that he never in a million years would have thought could be fantastic actually were.
If it feels good, do it, is Dean’s creed and boy, does he live by it. Sam hadn’t hooked up with Nathan just to learn, but it had been a major reason. If he wants to repeat the experiences he had with Nathan with Dean, and boy, does he want to do that, he’s going to have to make it really fucking good for Dean. Sam can do that now, or he could, if, you know, Dean would ever go along with it. Which is a pretty god damned long shot in Sam’s considered opinion. Still, never say never is another of Dean’s mottoes (one of Sam’s too) so Sam hasn’t completely given up hope.
Dean’s groans are louder now, speeding up and Sam imagines his brother’s blissful face, head thrown back and he’s dying to pull out his own cock and start really getting into the spirit, but Dean lets out a short grunt and a drawn out groan with a muffled word sandwiched between the two. Sam can’t breathe. He’s literally going to explode and now is definitely not the time to whip it out because the shower has stopped running. Sam swings around so his back is to the wall next to the door as it opens and Dean walks out, hair still dripping, clad only in a short towel that doesn’t wrap all the way around his waist. Sam doesn’t come in his pants, but only just, as he pushes past his brother, slams the door and locks it.
“Jesus, Sam, where’s the fire?” Dean calls and Sam is too busy getting his zipper down to reply. “Sam?” Dean knocks on the door, tries the handle and Sam knows the lock won’t stop him for more than a few seconds.
“Damn it, Dean,” he says, with a little hitch as he finally gets his dick in his hand. “Can’t a guy get some privacy around here?”
“Privacy?” Dean says. “Oh. Privacy. Yeah, okay. You and little Sam take as much alone time as you need.”
Sam’s not going to need much time and he knows it, so he gets to work fast, one hand braced on the sink, lower lip caught in his teeth. He doesn’t try to hold back the wanton sounds he knows he’s making and he definitely doesn’t run any water to try and cover them. Dean could be outside the door, listening just like he had been, so Sam puts out an auditory masterpiece. Even though Dean can’t see him, Sam goes for the visual too, hips jerking forward, driving his cock into his fist. The shock of his orgasm squeezes the breath from him again, but the name he calls out as come fountains over his hand isn’t muffled at all. The flames have been stoked under the bubbling cauldron of hormones and emotion Sam has been since he hit puberty and Dean calling his name as he climaxed is the eye of newt that sends it boiling over.
Sam tucks himself back in quickly and opens the door with the hand that doesn’t still have come dripping from the fingers. Dean is gone, of course, but Sam catches the motion of his brother’s bedroom door swinging closed. Gotcha, he thinks.
Sam decides to take a shower too. He’s not as sweaty as Dean was when he got home from work and he’s definitely not as grease stained. If he could have, he would have prevented Dean from taking a shower at all because grubby, disheveled Dean is the hottest version of Dean there is. But since clean, damp Dean is pretty fucking gorgeous too, Sam thinks the least he could do is be clean and damp himself. Nathan said he was irresistible that way.
Dean’s still absent when Sam comes out of the bathroom, but he half expected that. Sam knows what he heard and he knows what Dean heard. But his ‘you’re my responsibility, Sammy’ big brother isn’t going to pour hearts and flowers all over Sam, or, you know, lay back and let Sam fuck him the way they obviously both want, without some pretty good persuasion on Sam’s part. To have Dean sitting naked in the living room, ready to get it on, would have been a bit much to ask.
Sam towels his hair dry and pulls on a pair of red gym shorts. He doesn’t bother with anything else. It’s hot as hell in the attic apartment because god forbid Dad leave them anywhere with air conditioning and he hopes to be out of his clothes soon anyway.
He doesn’t knock before entering Dean’s room, neither of them ever grants the other that courtesy. Dean’s lying on the bed, eyes closed. If Sam didn’t know better, he’d actually believe his brother was asleep. Dean’s wearing faded jeans with holes in the knees and a Black Sabbath t-shirt. His feet are bare. Sam runs a finger up Dean’s instep, grinning when the foot in question jerks away. He’s the only person in the world who knows Dean’s ticklish there. If things go according to plan, he’ll know all the places Dean is ticklish before too long.
“Damn it, Sam.” Dean’s eyes open into slits that glare at his brother. “What the hell?”
Sam settles onto the edge of the bed and Dean’s eyes widen, wary and a tiny bit uncertain. Sam reaches out a hand and lays it gently on Dean’s stomach, feeling the hard muscles trembling beneath his touch. He thinks Dean’s going to move away, but he doesn’t. Dean knows what Sam heard and he knows what he heard. What’s about to happen isn’t exactly inevitable, but if Sam dares start then Dean’s definitely going to be all in until the finish. Sam knows his brother well enough to be sure of that.
Sam’s not calm and collected himself as he presses harder against Dean’s belly. There’s a hollow in his gut and he’s shaking a little as he lowers his mouth to Dean’s. Nathan was a nice guy and he taught Sam a lot, but Dean is Sam’s everything. If this doesn’t go right it will ruin things between them forever.
Dean shifts beneath Sam’s hand and Sam freezes, but Dean’s just settling. His lips are soft and open and Sam’s tongue slides into Dean’s mouth. Dean groans softly and Sam’s hand slips lower, brushing against the growing bulge in Dean’s jeans. He pulls back and stares into Dean’s face. They can stop now, no harm, no foul. Dean doesn’t look any less nervous, but his lips quirk up into a smile and he wraps a hand around Sam’s head, dragging him down.
Sam slides his hands under Dean’s shirt, and Dean sits up enough to allow Sam to pull it over his head before settling back down. Sam just looks for a moment and then straddles Dean’s hips, dropping down to lock lips again. Sam hit a growth spurt when he turned sixteen and he’s got an inch on Dean in height even if his brother still outweighs him by a good thirty pounds. He props himself on his elbows as they kiss and the thin cloth covering his erection hits the exact spot where Dean’s cock is tenting his jeans.
“Fuuuuck,” they moan in unison and Sam’s hips grind down as Dean’s jerk up. Sam wants to get naked, to strip Dean down, but his dick really doesn’t want to stop what it’s doing right now long enough to get that done. Dean’s hands are tight on Sam’s waist and Sam stares down into Dean’s face. There’s still a bit of ‘what the fuck are we doing’ in Dean’s eyes but there’s a lightness there too, a kind of relief. Sam grins and Dean huffs out a moaning laugh before throwing his head back against the pillow. His hips stutter against Sam’s and the look on his face has Sam shooting off as he collapses on top of his brother.
They lie still for a moment, hearts thudding against each other. Sam holds his breath because if Dean’s going to run away from this it’ll be right now when he does it.
Dean flips Sam off of him, dropping him down so they lie side by side on the bed. There’s a water stain on the ceiling and Sam stares at it, biting his lip until Dean speaks.
“Gonna need another shower now, bitch,” Dean says, but his voice is easy. It’s safe to look and so Sam does. Dean’s staring back with sleepy eyes.
“Maybe later,” Sam says, “we can take one together.”
Dean nods and rolls onto his side, one arm draped across Sam’s belly. He’s asleep in seconds. Sam doesn’t turn out the light; he wants to watch Dean sleep; fantasize about what might happen in the shower. He hadn’t done much more than this with Nathan because Sam wanted all the important first times to be with Dean. Sam’s the researcher in the family but sometimes you’ve got to learn as you go. He drops off moments later, dead to the world in Dean’s bed, with his brother curled up against him.
“For fuck’s sake, Sam, stop being so melodramatic.” Dean’s exasperated eye roll doesn’t help Sam’s mood at all. “He’s in Detroit and he’s only been gone a week. We’re here for the summer- three whole months in one place. So unknot your panties and enjoy it, why don’t you.”
“Don’t see why we couldn’t have just stayed in Topeka,” Sam says, curled into a seething ball in the room’s tattered armchair, gaze fixed on the Gilligan’s Island rerun flickering across the television screen. He can feel Dean’s eyes on him but he doesn’t look up, doesn’t want to see the disapproval on his brother’s face at any implied criticism of their father.
“Look,” Dean says after a long moment. “I know you wanted to stay, Sammy. You had stuff going on, soccer and summer reading and that chick in your bio class.” Sam shifts in the chair, hunching his shoulders in even further. “But you can’t make plans like that, and you know it.”
Sam doesn’t look up at Dean’s quiet sigh. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Dean pad across the room, hears the snick of the bathroom door closing behind him, the clanking of pipes as Dean turns on the shower. He found the library on his first day here so his summer reading list won’t be a problem. Finding pick up soccer games will be easy, so keeping in practice won’t be a problem either. As for the chick in his bio class….Theresa had been fun and a good friend, but Sam spent most of his time with her brother Nathan. Not that he’d told Dean about it, though he wanted to because of….reasons.
He waits a few minutes before slipping out of the chair and sidling up to the bathroom door. It would really suck for his brother to come out and catch him here, though Sam could probably come up with a decent reason for lurking. The door’s a thin piece of plywood and Sam can hear the water running and, after a moment, Dean’s muted groans. Living in his brother’s pocket all these years, Dean’s sex noises are no mystery to Sam. Behind his closed eyelids, the real live porno that is Dean jerking off runs through his mind, Dean’s nimble fingers tweaking his nipples to peaks while his other hand runs across the taut muscles of his belly until it begins to slip slide up and down his cock. Sam’s head drops forward and he catches himself just before it thunks into the door.
How’s that feel, Sammy?
It was Nathan who asked, Nathan’s hand circling his dick, but in Sam’s mind now, it’s Dean and Sam subdues his own groan as his cock thickens in the confines of his jeans. It had felt damned good and Nathan had gone on to teach Sam how fantastic things that he never in a million years would have thought could be fantastic actually were.
If it feels good, do it, is Dean’s creed and boy, does he live by it. Sam hadn’t hooked up with Nathan just to learn, but it had been a major reason. If he wants to repeat the experiences he had with Nathan with Dean, and boy, does he want to do that, he’s going to have to make it really fucking good for Dean. Sam can do that now, or he could, if, you know, Dean would ever go along with it. Which is a pretty god damned long shot in Sam’s considered opinion. Still, never say never is another of Dean’s mottoes (one of Sam’s too) so Sam hasn’t completely given up hope.
Dean’s groans are louder now, speeding up and Sam imagines his brother’s blissful face, head thrown back and he’s dying to pull out his own cock and start really getting into the spirit, but Dean lets out a short grunt and a drawn out groan with a muffled word sandwiched between the two. Sam can’t breathe. He’s literally going to explode and now is definitely not the time to whip it out because the shower has stopped running. Sam swings around so his back is to the wall next to the door as it opens and Dean walks out, hair still dripping, clad only in a short towel that doesn’t wrap all the way around his waist. Sam doesn’t come in his pants, but only just, as he pushes past his brother, slams the door and locks it.
“Jesus, Sam, where’s the fire?” Dean calls and Sam is too busy getting his zipper down to reply. “Sam?” Dean knocks on the door, tries the handle and Sam knows the lock won’t stop him for more than a few seconds.
“Damn it, Dean,” he says, with a little hitch as he finally gets his dick in his hand. “Can’t a guy get some privacy around here?”
“Privacy?” Dean says. “Oh. Privacy. Yeah, okay. You and little Sam take as much alone time as you need.”
Sam’s not going to need much time and he knows it, so he gets to work fast, one hand braced on the sink, lower lip caught in his teeth. He doesn’t try to hold back the wanton sounds he knows he’s making and he definitely doesn’t run any water to try and cover them. Dean could be outside the door, listening just like he had been, so Sam puts out an auditory masterpiece. Even though Dean can’t see him, Sam goes for the visual too, hips jerking forward, driving his cock into his fist. The shock of his orgasm squeezes the breath from him again, but the name he calls out as come fountains over his hand isn’t muffled at all. The flames have been stoked under the bubbling cauldron of hormones and emotion Sam has been since he hit puberty and Dean calling his name as he climaxed is the eye of newt that sends it boiling over.
Sam tucks himself back in quickly and opens the door with the hand that doesn’t still have come dripping from the fingers. Dean is gone, of course, but Sam catches the motion of his brother’s bedroom door swinging closed. Gotcha, he thinks.
Sam decides to take a shower too. He’s not as sweaty as Dean was when he got home from work and he’s definitely not as grease stained. If he could have, he would have prevented Dean from taking a shower at all because grubby, disheveled Dean is the hottest version of Dean there is. But since clean, damp Dean is pretty fucking gorgeous too, Sam thinks the least he could do is be clean and damp himself. Nathan said he was irresistible that way.
Dean’s still absent when Sam comes out of the bathroom, but he half expected that. Sam knows what he heard and he knows what Dean heard. But his ‘you’re my responsibility, Sammy’ big brother isn’t going to pour hearts and flowers all over Sam, or, you know, lay back and let Sam fuck him the way they obviously both want, without some pretty good persuasion on Sam’s part. To have Dean sitting naked in the living room, ready to get it on, would have been a bit much to ask.
Sam towels his hair dry and pulls on a pair of red gym shorts. He doesn’t bother with anything else. It’s hot as hell in the attic apartment because god forbid Dad leave them anywhere with air conditioning and he hopes to be out of his clothes soon anyway.
He doesn’t knock before entering Dean’s room, neither of them ever grants the other that courtesy. Dean’s lying on the bed, eyes closed. If Sam didn’t know better, he’d actually believe his brother was asleep. Dean’s wearing faded jeans with holes in the knees and a Black Sabbath t-shirt. His feet are bare. Sam runs a finger up Dean’s instep, grinning when the foot in question jerks away. He’s the only person in the world who knows Dean’s ticklish there. If things go according to plan, he’ll know all the places Dean is ticklish before too long.
“Damn it, Sam.” Dean’s eyes open into slits that glare at his brother. “What the hell?”
Sam settles onto the edge of the bed and Dean’s eyes widen, wary and a tiny bit uncertain. Sam reaches out a hand and lays it gently on Dean’s stomach, feeling the hard muscles trembling beneath his touch. He thinks Dean’s going to move away, but he doesn’t. Dean knows what Sam heard and he knows what he heard. What’s about to happen isn’t exactly inevitable, but if Sam dares start then Dean’s definitely going to be all in until the finish. Sam knows his brother well enough to be sure of that.
Sam’s not calm and collected himself as he presses harder against Dean’s belly. There’s a hollow in his gut and he’s shaking a little as he lowers his mouth to Dean’s. Nathan was a nice guy and he taught Sam a lot, but Dean is Sam’s everything. If this doesn’t go right it will ruin things between them forever.
Dean shifts beneath Sam’s hand and Sam freezes, but Dean’s just settling. His lips are soft and open and Sam’s tongue slides into Dean’s mouth. Dean groans softly and Sam’s hand slips lower, brushing against the growing bulge in Dean’s jeans. He pulls back and stares into Dean’s face. They can stop now, no harm, no foul. Dean doesn’t look any less nervous, but his lips quirk up into a smile and he wraps a hand around Sam’s head, dragging him down.
Sam slides his hands under Dean’s shirt, and Dean sits up enough to allow Sam to pull it over his head before settling back down. Sam just looks for a moment and then straddles Dean’s hips, dropping down to lock lips again. Sam hit a growth spurt when he turned sixteen and he’s got an inch on Dean in height even if his brother still outweighs him by a good thirty pounds. He props himself on his elbows as they kiss and the thin cloth covering his erection hits the exact spot where Dean’s cock is tenting his jeans.
“Fuuuuck,” they moan in unison and Sam’s hips grind down as Dean’s jerk up. Sam wants to get naked, to strip Dean down, but his dick really doesn’t want to stop what it’s doing right now long enough to get that done. Dean’s hands are tight on Sam’s waist and Sam stares down into Dean’s face. There’s still a bit of ‘what the fuck are we doing’ in Dean’s eyes but there’s a lightness there too, a kind of relief. Sam grins and Dean huffs out a moaning laugh before throwing his head back against the pillow. His hips stutter against Sam’s and the look on his face has Sam shooting off as he collapses on top of his brother.
They lie still for a moment, hearts thudding against each other. Sam holds his breath because if Dean’s going to run away from this it’ll be right now when he does it.
Dean flips Sam off of him, dropping him down so they lie side by side on the bed. There’s a water stain on the ceiling and Sam stares at it, biting his lip until Dean speaks.
“Gonna need another shower now, bitch,” Dean says, but his voice is easy. It’s safe to look and so Sam does. Dean’s staring back with sleepy eyes.
“Maybe later,” Sam says, “we can take one together.”
Dean nods and rolls onto his side, one arm draped across Sam’s belly. He’s asleep in seconds. Sam doesn’t turn out the light; he wants to watch Dean sleep; fantasize about what might happen in the shower. He hadn’t done much more than this with Nathan because Sam wanted all the important first times to be with Dean. Sam’s the researcher in the family but sometimes you’ve got to learn as you go. He drops off moments later, dead to the world in Dean’s bed, with his brother curled up against him.