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[winchester_lost]

It had seemed like the perfect night to go out. Sam was off at Bobby's, trying to find a lead in the case they were working. When they'd talked earlier that afternoon, they were hitting a brick wall and Sam had sai he probably wouldn't be back until sometime tomorrow. He'd worked their one last lead and hadn't come up with anything they didn't

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[helosthisshoe]

All of this would really sink in later, once they were being fueled less by pent up desire and lust. No way would Sam not be freaked out thinking he'd been buried balls deep in his own brother, that he heard him nearly say something that couldn't be taken back... that Sam didn't want taken back.

But right now, all he could think about was Dean. Dean's body against his, the way he moved and the way he felt wrapped around him. He moaned deeply against the other as Dean clung to him, pumping his hand over his brother until he was sure he was spent, grinding his hips up against him as he rode out his own end. "God-- fuck... Dean--"

[winchester_lost]

It was hot and blissful and fuck, but Dean was ninety-percent sure that was the best orgasm he'd had in recent memory. The fact that it was Sammy that was buried inside of him, Sammy that was filling him with hot fluid, and he whined, murmured, face pressed into his neck, mouthing distracted kisses against skin. His arms wrapped tight around his brother's shoulders, trembling as pleasure shook through him.

He's trying not to think about what he almost said, what he has said, admittance that he wants him, wants this, wants more than this, wants it over again. He holds onto Sam so hard his knuckles are white, because distantly he knows that if he lets the moment slip away, he'll be all stiff-jawed denial, refuse to admit to what happened because he doesn't know how to deal with it. He doesn't know how to cope with how he feels, what he wants.

"Oh, Sammy..."

[helosthisshoe]

Sam's arms came around Dean and just... held on, tight. Dean was doing the same, could feel how hard he was holding on. He didn't want this to end, didn't want to go back to pretending... God, he didn't know if he could just go back. Dean might be able to slip into denial, pretend they hadn't just fucked each other senseless, but Sam wasn't so convinced.

Not when he'd wanted this for so long. He straightened up a little though, let his lips press lightly to Dean's. It was different from the lust-driven ones earlier, softer and more searching. Pleading maybe.

If Dean pulled away, if he tried to push this away, Sam didn't know what he'd do. So he was going to try his damnedest to hold on to this moment, to draw it out. "God, Dean... that was--"

He shrugged, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Felt so good..."

[winchester_lost]

Dean leaned in, could feel how Sammy was holding on too, the both of them trying to clutch at this little moment of safety, where it was still okay. Dean just didn't know if he could face this. Could face being in a skirt and stockings and lip gloss, could face how he'd ridden his brother like he needed him. Because he did, fucked up as it was. He Loved him. Capital L, stupid romance movie bullshit. Sammy meant so much to him, and he just didn't know if he could talk about this by the light of day.

And so he kissed him back, soft and sweet, a low murmur of breath, a flutter of long eyelashes as he leaned into him. There was little that he didn't want to give Sammy, and he couldn't help wanting to kiss him back. A hand reaching up and sliding through Sammy's hair, a murmur on his lips that he breathed into the kiss.

"Mm, Sammy... Feel so good like that."

There was part of him that wanted more, wanted to feel him again, wanted him buried inside of him. Because it was Sammy and he just couldn't get enough.

[helosthisshoe]

That hand through his hair earned a soft sigh, his body relaxing a little under the gesture. Dean's touch could always ease his tension, relax him in ways no one else really did. He had a feeling this would blow up in his face, but for now all he did was lean up and kiss him again.

"So do you," he murmured softly against his mouth, one hand smoothing soothingly up his back, keeping him on his lap, pressed close. "God, Dean... that was great."

[winchester_lost]

Dean let himself smile for a moment before he was leaning into that kiss, and then he sighed, leaning in and nuzzling into the side of his brother's face. It would explode, too hot, too needy not to, maybe. But for now, as long as they were holding onto it each other, he could draw it out. Not yet running for the shower, washing Sammy off his skin, washing away the softness that made this okay.

"Better than great... You know, we do have a bed. Be a shame not to use it."

Stretching this as far as it could go, maybe to breaking. Maybe more than that. Because he just wanted, needed Sammy, his hands on his skin, the way he made Dean shake, the way their bodies fit together so fucking perfect. It was sick but he just wanted more, wanted to hide how wrong this was.

[helosthisshoe]

He gave a small laugh at that, tightening his hold on Dean so he could shift them over, press Dean into their bed and keep him underneath him. Maybe if he kept this up long enough, he could push back the inevitable blowup, he could just make this last.

God, he didn't want this to end. "Dean," he started lowly, nuzzling under his jawline, nipping at the skin there lightly.

"God, not letting you go yet." He couldn't.

For now, he peppered kisses where he could, pressed his hand up under Dean's shirt to feel over the warmth of his skin. Earlier had been frenzied and desperate... this time, they could take a little more time, he could explore. Figured he deserved that, they deserved that if this was going to be over as soon as they dared to part, shoved as far back as possible in their minds.

"Tell me what you want."

[winchester_lost]

Dean gasped softly as Sam pressed him down, pressed him back onto the motel bed, still touching, still letting go. Holding on because they both knew it couldn't last, not when Dean didn't really know how to talk about this. Refusing to face it might hurt, hurt them both, but it was infinitely easier than the vulnerability of admitting to how he felt

[helosthisshoe]

The touches Dean gave him in return earned a pleasant moan, arching into them as they moved down his body. God, he didn't want this to end, wanted it to last forever even if he knew it couldn't. Figures the one thing in his life that ever really felt right was the exact thing that shouldn't... the thing that everyone would say is wrong or disgusting. Hell, maybe Dean would be the one saying those things come morning.

Tonight though, Sam wasn't letting up. At least not until they were both so exhausted they wouldn't be able to even move. That's what he wanted.

He flashed a smirk at Dean, looking up at him. God, just hearing Dean say things like that to him had a shiver running down his spine, sent a jolt right through him to know that's what Dean really wanted. "Anything you want, Dean," he finally murmured, husky and breathless.

His hands worked on tugging that skirt down and off--good as Dean looked, he was getting fed up with the layers between them.

[winchester_lost]

Dean chuckled, lifting his hips so that Sammy could tug the skirt down and off. He liked it, liked it a lot, but he also liked the idea of just being naked against his brother's body. Not that he'd admit that in the morning, but for now it was okay, it was safe enough. He murmured, fluttered eyes as he shimmied out of the soiled panties, too.

"I wanna suck you off, Sammy."

All bedroom green eyes as he looked down the bed at his brother, a smirk on his lips. His gaze was searing and heated, God, he wanted him. These things couldn't last though morning, but, fuck, right now, he wanted this. He wanted to touch and taste him, wanted to feel their bodies pressed together... maybe later he'd slide back into that skirt before Sammy fucked him again. Or maybe not, god, it was hard to decide on anything except more.

That quiet knowledge that this couldn't happen again just made him need it that much more.

[helosthisshoe]

God, Dean looked good stretched out underneath him, bared for him. Couldn't get enough if he were being honest. He felt heat wash over him at those words, that smirk... God, never thought Dean would be looking at him like this, in these ways. He didn't want it to end... give anything for it to stay like this, even if he knew Dean would probably change his story about it come morning.

Shifting his weight, he went to slip out of his own shirt, discarding his jeans and boxers soon after before he shifted onto his back. His head pressed against the headboard, keeping him half-sitting up as he returned that smirk, expression full of lust and promises for the rest of the night. Didn't plan on stopping until neither one of them had the energy to move.

"You can do whatever you want tonight, Dean... you know I'd do anything for you, dude." And that extended to everything, every aspect of their lives really.