Supernatural fic - Just a Kiss
Title: Just a Kiss
Author: Eremir
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Word count: 2,653
Warnings: Ages 16/20
Disclaimer: I don’t own the boys. Kripke does. Lucky bastard.
Summary: Sam has never been kissed. Someone has to teach him how it’s done.
A/N: Feedback is like caffeine. A necessity. Beta’d by my trusty half_elf_lost.
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“This movie sucks, Dean.”
The older man sighed, shifting in his seat. He had obviously been mistaken thinking that taking Sam to the drive-in would cheer him up. The youngest of the Winchester clan had been wearing a black cloud over his head for a week now, and even for an angsting 16 year old it seemed a bit heavy. Dean was at a loss for what to do.
“What do you want from me, Sammy?” he rubbed his eyes wearily. He knew the movie sucked. He had already taken four different girls to see it, hoping for some make-out time in the Impala, but he hadn’t counted on any of them actually wanting to see the damn movie. God, he hated chick flicks... Thinking Sam would like it had also been wrong. Something was definitely off with Dean’s chick sensor lately. After turning the speaker off, he looked over at his brother sulking in the passenger seat. “Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong or am I gonna have to beat it out of you?”
Sam sighed forcefully, conveying his annoyance, and folded his arms over his chest. Dean leaned closer, giving his sternest big brother stare, and waited for Sam to cave. He always caved. First he would get uncomfortable, then green eyes would look up through messy bangs with that pleading gaze, and then he would crack. This time was no different.
“Melinda asked me out last week,” he finally huffed, staring at his feet.
“The little blonde one? Way to go!” Dean grinned and smacked his brother on the shoulder in what he hoped was an encouraging manner. But Sam kept pouting and Dean’s grin faded. “What? She not good enough for you? Isn’t she like Little Miss Einstein or something?”
“Yeah, and her last boyfriend played college football.”
“So?”
Sam stared at his older brother, almost horrified. “So?! Dean, I’ve never been on a proper date in my life, and I’m not counting that time four years ago when you took me and Regina Halbert to the ice cream bar and left us there.”
“What? She was cute for a twelve year old.”
Sam glared at him. “Yeah. She was cute and her father was the freaking Mayor, and she only came because she had a crush on you. You think a girl like that would have even looked at me if it wasn’t for you? I was a chubby dork, you were Casanova, and if you think Melinda is so great why don’t you fucking take her out?”
“You watch your language,” Dean warned, but he felt the truth in those words. He had a nasty habit of flirting with Sam’s female friends, and he probably should have noticed how upset his little brother got about it. They normally didn’t stay that long in the same place, so Dean hadn’t really thought it mattered. There was always a new town, a new school, a new girl. It was never hard to get a date. But then, he wasn’t Sam Winchester.
“You’re serious?” he asked after a while. “You’ve never been on a date?”
“No. Between you and Dad and hunting and moving around...I can barely learn their names, let alone work up the courage to ask them out.”
“Well, you gotta go sometime. If she asked you last week, why didn’t you go?”
“I don’t even know what I’m up against, Dean! Whenever we’re on a hunt there’s loads of research and preparations and planning before we go in, I mean...if I do this...I don’t know what she expects! I bet her last boyfriend was pretty experienced. Am I supposed to bring flowers, open the door for her, introduce myself to her parents, kiss her good night, what? I don’t know, Dean.” Sam babbled frantically as he did when he was nervous, and it was pretty amusing.
“Look...” Dean smiled and moved closer, laying an arm across the younger man’s shoulders. “You can’t plan these things the way you do a hunt. You just gotta wing it, you know? Go with the flow.”
Sam’s head dropped back, resting on Dean’s arm as he looked up at his big brother. “I don’t even know how to kiss, Dean.” There was a hint of hopelessness in his voice that made Dean’s heart twinge.
“Seriously? You’ve never kissed anyone?” Sam shook his head, not breaking eye contact. “Well, it’s not that hard. I mean, you’ve seen it on TV, right? You know how it works. In theory...”
“Yeah, but that’s not the same.”
Sam looked so defeated, his sad eyes shimmering with the reflections of raindrops on the windshield. There was a light drizzle of rain coming down, but Dean didn’t bother to turn on the wipers. They weren’t watching the movie anyway. In fact, the pattern of droplets provided an extra layer of privacy that suddenly proved very useful.
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Sam couldn’t help but wonder what his brother was thinking. There was something in Dean’s eyes that told him to stay on his toes. The arm on his shoulders was just a little too warm, and the older boy’s face was just a little too close.
“I could teach you,” Dean finally said, leaving Sam speechless. “I could show you.”
“H...how?”
Dean grinned. “How do you think, Sammy?” Apparently, Sam’s shock was amusing. “What? You scared of my germs? You didn’t seem to have a problem drinking from the same soda can an hour ago. It’s the same spit now as it was then, Sam.”
“You wanna kiss me?”
“How else are you gonna learn?”
At first Sam was sure it was a joke, but he had never seen his brother this serious about something that wasn’t a hunt, and slowly he understood it was for real. A huge knot formed in his stomach, half fear and half arousal, and while a part of him wanted to die, another part screamed for his first kiss. He had never thought his brother would be the one to give it to him, but if he had his choice he’d rather kiss someone he loved.
He swallowed his nervousness and nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay,” Dean echoed, nothing but cool confidence.
The arm stayed around him as Dean adjusted in his seat, moving closer. Sam wondered if he should do something, say something, but found himself paralyzed, staring into emerald eyes.
“The first rule of kissing is restraint. You don’t go shoving your tongue in her mouth. You gotta work for it. Girls like it soft and romantic, at least at first. How fast it escalates depends on the girl, if you know what I mean.” Dean winked at Sam, but the younger boy was still too nervous to respond. “So, you start soft. Keep your lips relaxed and slightly parted, absolutely no puckering! This is important. Got it?” Sam nodded, wide-eyed. “Good. So, step one should be something like this.”
Dean leaned forward the last remaining inch and pressed his mouth to Sam’s, gently moving their lips together. Sam’s heart thundered madly in his chest. His instincts told him to close his eyes, but he couldn’t. He kept staring at the freckles on his brother’s ear, caught in a surreal state of amazement. His own ears were burning, and the kiss seemed to last for a lot longer than it probably did. When their lips finally broke, Dean still didn’t pull away, just looked at him.
“Breathe, Sammy.”
Sam let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, and was now nearly panting onto Dean’s face.
“Didn’t think I had to tell you to breathe through your nose, Sam. You’re supposed to be smart.”
The younger boy gave a nervous smile and nodded. “Sorry.”
“S’okay. Not bad for a start. Ready for part two?”
Sam nodded, more confident this time, and sat up straight.
“Okay, so now you’ve given her a taste, and unless she slaps you or knees you in the groin you should assume that you’re good to go for the next step. This time you need to pick a lip. Upper or lower, doesn’t matter, as long as you pick one. You focus on it, close your lips around it, maybe suck on it a little or run your tongue over it. This is also where you can start adding hands. No boob grabbing! Thread your fingers in her hair, touch her neck or put your hand on her knee. No traveling up the thigh yet. Got it?”
Sam nodded, nervousness replaced with anticipation as Dean’s face came closer again. His brother’s full lips closed around his upper lip, and this time he did close his eyes to better experience the sensations. When he felt the light touch of a wet tongue he mimicked the action on Dean’s bottom lip. He tried to focus on the technique, but the stirring sensation in his stomach urged him to violate the First Rule. One of Dean’s hands was trailing a thumb over a sensitive spot on his neck, and the other hand descended on his knee, radiating heat through the worn denim of Sam’s jeans. It was a recipe for instant hard-on.
The twitch in his pants caused his jaws to open, his mouth trying to devour Dean’s. His brother giggled into the kiss, seizing Sam’s head and pulling them apart.
“Sammy, Sammy, Sammy...”
“I’m sorry,” he hurried to say, hoping he hadn’t royally screwed up.
“It’s okay, Sammy,” Dean grinned. “That’s what we call a boner reaction. You’re sixteen, you’re inexperienced, you’re full of hormones and your dick’s telling you to do all kinds of fucked up things. You just gotta learn not to listen to it. Not all the time, anyway. You’ll get there. Don’t worry.”
Sam looked down, his awkwardness returning. He had just gotten a major boner for his brother. That couldn’t be normal.
He looked up and again the intensity of those bright green eyes held him captivated. “You’re allowed to make mistakes, Sam. The trick is to pretend they’re deliberate. You know, like when we’re hunting. Just try not to jump the gun, okay?”
Sam took a deep breath and tried to force his dick down with sheer willpower, but it wasn’t budging. When Dean let go of his head the hands returned to their previous positions, and Sam got even harder.
“You don’t add tongue until step three. That’s when you tilt your head, open your mouth, and gently meet her tongue with your own. Remember; gently.” Dean looked at him with a serious expression, making his point before pressing even closer in the cramped space of the Impala. “Now is where things heat up. If you’ve got her this far, chances are pretty good she’ll let you grab a tit. Just remember not to squeeze it. You wouldn’t want someone squeezing your balls, would you? Girls are sensitive there. If you get as far as tongue, just reach over and fondle one.” Dean cupped his hand in mid air, demonstrating.
Sam nodded, not thinking about boobs at all.
“But tongue is not easy, Sammy. You’ll need to practice. A lot. Which is exactly why you should go out with as many girls as you can. That way, when your perfect girl comes along you’ll be able to impress her with your kissing skills.” Dean smiled smugly, and Sam didn’t much care for it.
“Then you must be one hell of a kisser, huh?” he said, watching his brother’s smile falter. “You’ve been out with more girls than I can count. So show me how good you are.” He knew Dean would never back down from a challenge to his manhood, and Sam wasn’t afraid to play dirty to get what he wanted. And right now he wanted to be kissed.
“You think you’re ready for step three? Alright.”
Dean moved in quickly, pressing his mouth tightly to Sam’s and prying his lips apart. Sam willingly opened up and was instantly rewarded with the deep probing of a wet tongue. It felt huge in his mouth, and the slick sensation was sending his libido into overdrive. But since this was step three he didn’t feel too bad about meeting Dean’s tongue with his own and sucking on it. He found his hand grasping the back of his brother’s neck, and at the same time Dean’s hand wandered up his thigh. The hard on was killing him, the tight jeans made tighter and leaving him gasping for breath.
As the kiss escalated it grew increasingly difficult to breathe, but Sam refused to part from the delicious lips between his own. Dean indulged him, and he was grateful for that. It was the single most thrilling experience of his life, and he had seen plenty of thrills for a boy his age. He kept welcoming Dean’s tongue and lips, running his hand over short hair and stubbled face, delighting in the way his heart raced when his brother touched him. The need to be closer still was overwhelming, but if he moved any closer he’d be on Dean’s lap. Hot breath mingled between their mouths and the sides of their chests rubbed together as they struggled for dominance over the kiss.
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The boy was eager to please, Dean had to give him that. Sam kissed with unbridled passion, pouring himself into every swipe of his tongue. Dean had tried to hold him back at first, reminding himself that this was a lesson in the art of kissing, nothing more, but the pliant body in his grasp managed to tickle his senses in more ways than he was prepared for. The rapid breathing, the trembling hands, the dilated pupils... The blatant arousal in his younger brother was a bigger turn-on than any pair of tits he had ever seen.
Regardless, his hand automatically went for the chest, finding only flat muscle where a mound of flesh should be, but that was not in any way a deterrent. He met each of Sam’s kisses with equal fervor, trying to steer him onto the less sloppy path. One particular move of his tongue in Sam’s mouth made the younger boy groan, a sound that went straight to Dean’s cock, and he realized now was probably a good time to stop. He threaded his fist in the boy’s unruly hair, pressing their lips tightly together and savoring the last few seconds of contact before pulling them apart.
Sam’s eyes were blown wide with lust, his mouth hanging open, lips red and bruised. Dean wondered if he looked the same to his brother.
It took a moment before he found his voice. “So,” he rasped, clearing his throat, “think you got it covered?”
“Yeah,” Sam breathed, nodding.
Dean resisted the urge to kiss him one more time before prying the other boy off and moving back behind the wheel. They took a minute to straighten out their clothes and adjust in their seats, both sporting uncomfortable bulges between their legs. It was deathly silent in the car for a while, four eyes fixing on the windshield wipers moving back and forth in front of the movie credits. The other cars in the lot were pulling out, except for an old Mercedes to the left, whose steamed up windows told that someone else hadn’t been watching the movie either.
Without a word the older brother turned the ignition and pulled the Impala out of the lot. It was a fifteen-minute ride to the rented cabin and they drove to the sound of the rumbling engine alone. Sam stole glances at his older brother, the evenly spaced streetlights casting rhythmic flashes of yellow light over his face. He saw something new there. There was something different about Dean, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.
Watching the dark road ahead he licked his lips and smiled to himself, thinking of all the other things Dean might be able to teach him.
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Sequel: A Helping Hand
Author: Eremir
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Word count: 2,653
Warnings: Ages 16/20
Disclaimer: I don’t own the boys. Kripke does. Lucky bastard.
Summary: Sam has never been kissed. Someone has to teach him how it’s done.
A/N: Feedback is like caffeine. A necessity. Beta’d by my trusty half_elf_lost.
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“This movie sucks, Dean.”
The older man sighed, shifting in his seat. He had obviously been mistaken thinking that taking Sam to the drive-in would cheer him up. The youngest of the Winchester clan had been wearing a black cloud over his head for a week now, and even for an angsting 16 year old it seemed a bit heavy. Dean was at a loss for what to do.
“What do you want from me, Sammy?” he rubbed his eyes wearily. He knew the movie sucked. He had already taken four different girls to see it, hoping for some make-out time in the Impala, but he hadn’t counted on any of them actually wanting to see the damn movie. God, he hated chick flicks... Thinking Sam would like it had also been wrong. Something was definitely off with Dean’s chick sensor lately. After turning the speaker off, he looked over at his brother sulking in the passenger seat. “Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong or am I gonna have to beat it out of you?”
Sam sighed forcefully, conveying his annoyance, and folded his arms over his chest. Dean leaned closer, giving his sternest big brother stare, and waited for Sam to cave. He always caved. First he would get uncomfortable, then green eyes would look up through messy bangs with that pleading gaze, and then he would crack. This time was no different.
“Melinda asked me out last week,” he finally huffed, staring at his feet.
“The little blonde one? Way to go!” Dean grinned and smacked his brother on the shoulder in what he hoped was an encouraging manner. But Sam kept pouting and Dean’s grin faded. “What? She not good enough for you? Isn’t she like Little Miss Einstein or something?”
“Yeah, and her last boyfriend played college football.”
“So?”
Sam stared at his older brother, almost horrified. “So?! Dean, I’ve never been on a proper date in my life, and I’m not counting that time four years ago when you took me and Regina Halbert to the ice cream bar and left us there.”
“What? She was cute for a twelve year old.”
Sam glared at him. “Yeah. She was cute and her father was the freaking Mayor, and she only came because she had a crush on you. You think a girl like that would have even looked at me if it wasn’t for you? I was a chubby dork, you were Casanova, and if you think Melinda is so great why don’t you fucking take her out?”
“You watch your language,” Dean warned, but he felt the truth in those words. He had a nasty habit of flirting with Sam’s female friends, and he probably should have noticed how upset his little brother got about it. They normally didn’t stay that long in the same place, so Dean hadn’t really thought it mattered. There was always a new town, a new school, a new girl. It was never hard to get a date. But then, he wasn’t Sam Winchester.
“You’re serious?” he asked after a while. “You’ve never been on a date?”
“No. Between you and Dad and hunting and moving around...I can barely learn their names, let alone work up the courage to ask them out.”
“Well, you gotta go sometime. If she asked you last week, why didn’t you go?”
“I don’t even know what I’m up against, Dean! Whenever we’re on a hunt there’s loads of research and preparations and planning before we go in, I mean...if I do this...I don’t know what she expects! I bet her last boyfriend was pretty experienced. Am I supposed to bring flowers, open the door for her, introduce myself to her parents, kiss her good night, what? I don’t know, Dean.” Sam babbled frantically as he did when he was nervous, and it was pretty amusing.
“Look...” Dean smiled and moved closer, laying an arm across the younger man’s shoulders. “You can’t plan these things the way you do a hunt. You just gotta wing it, you know? Go with the flow.”
Sam’s head dropped back, resting on Dean’s arm as he looked up at his big brother. “I don’t even know how to kiss, Dean.” There was a hint of hopelessness in his voice that made Dean’s heart twinge.
“Seriously? You’ve never kissed anyone?” Sam shook his head, not breaking eye contact. “Well, it’s not that hard. I mean, you’ve seen it on TV, right? You know how it works. In theory...”
“Yeah, but that’s not the same.”
Sam looked so defeated, his sad eyes shimmering with the reflections of raindrops on the windshield. There was a light drizzle of rain coming down, but Dean didn’t bother to turn on the wipers. They weren’t watching the movie anyway. In fact, the pattern of droplets provided an extra layer of privacy that suddenly proved very useful.
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Sam couldn’t help but wonder what his brother was thinking. There was something in Dean’s eyes that told him to stay on his toes. The arm on his shoulders was just a little too warm, and the older boy’s face was just a little too close.
“I could teach you,” Dean finally said, leaving Sam speechless. “I could show you.”
“H...how?”
Dean grinned. “How do you think, Sammy?” Apparently, Sam’s shock was amusing. “What? You scared of my germs? You didn’t seem to have a problem drinking from the same soda can an hour ago. It’s the same spit now as it was then, Sam.”
“You wanna kiss me?”
“How else are you gonna learn?”
At first Sam was sure it was a joke, but he had never seen his brother this serious about something that wasn’t a hunt, and slowly he understood it was for real. A huge knot formed in his stomach, half fear and half arousal, and while a part of him wanted to die, another part screamed for his first kiss. He had never thought his brother would be the one to give it to him, but if he had his choice he’d rather kiss someone he loved.
He swallowed his nervousness and nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay,” Dean echoed, nothing but cool confidence.
The arm stayed around him as Dean adjusted in his seat, moving closer. Sam wondered if he should do something, say something, but found himself paralyzed, staring into emerald eyes.
“The first rule of kissing is restraint. You don’t go shoving your tongue in her mouth. You gotta work for it. Girls like it soft and romantic, at least at first. How fast it escalates depends on the girl, if you know what I mean.” Dean winked at Sam, but the younger boy was still too nervous to respond. “So, you start soft. Keep your lips relaxed and slightly parted, absolutely no puckering! This is important. Got it?” Sam nodded, wide-eyed. “Good. So, step one should be something like this.”
Dean leaned forward the last remaining inch and pressed his mouth to Sam’s, gently moving their lips together. Sam’s heart thundered madly in his chest. His instincts told him to close his eyes, but he couldn’t. He kept staring at the freckles on his brother’s ear, caught in a surreal state of amazement. His own ears were burning, and the kiss seemed to last for a lot longer than it probably did. When their lips finally broke, Dean still didn’t pull away, just looked at him.
“Breathe, Sammy.”
Sam let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, and was now nearly panting onto Dean’s face.
“Didn’t think I had to tell you to breathe through your nose, Sam. You’re supposed to be smart.”
The younger boy gave a nervous smile and nodded. “Sorry.”
“S’okay. Not bad for a start. Ready for part two?”
Sam nodded, more confident this time, and sat up straight.
“Okay, so now you’ve given her a taste, and unless she slaps you or knees you in the groin you should assume that you’re good to go for the next step. This time you need to pick a lip. Upper or lower, doesn’t matter, as long as you pick one. You focus on it, close your lips around it, maybe suck on it a little or run your tongue over it. This is also where you can start adding hands. No boob grabbing! Thread your fingers in her hair, touch her neck or put your hand on her knee. No traveling up the thigh yet. Got it?”
Sam nodded, nervousness replaced with anticipation as Dean’s face came closer again. His brother’s full lips closed around his upper lip, and this time he did close his eyes to better experience the sensations. When he felt the light touch of a wet tongue he mimicked the action on Dean’s bottom lip. He tried to focus on the technique, but the stirring sensation in his stomach urged him to violate the First Rule. One of Dean’s hands was trailing a thumb over a sensitive spot on his neck, and the other hand descended on his knee, radiating heat through the worn denim of Sam’s jeans. It was a recipe for instant hard-on.
The twitch in his pants caused his jaws to open, his mouth trying to devour Dean’s. His brother giggled into the kiss, seizing Sam’s head and pulling them apart.
“Sammy, Sammy, Sammy...”
“I’m sorry,” he hurried to say, hoping he hadn’t royally screwed up.
“It’s okay, Sammy,” Dean grinned. “That’s what we call a boner reaction. You’re sixteen, you’re inexperienced, you’re full of hormones and your dick’s telling you to do all kinds of fucked up things. You just gotta learn not to listen to it. Not all the time, anyway. You’ll get there. Don’t worry.”
Sam looked down, his awkwardness returning. He had just gotten a major boner for his brother. That couldn’t be normal.
He looked up and again the intensity of those bright green eyes held him captivated. “You’re allowed to make mistakes, Sam. The trick is to pretend they’re deliberate. You know, like when we’re hunting. Just try not to jump the gun, okay?”
Sam took a deep breath and tried to force his dick down with sheer willpower, but it wasn’t budging. When Dean let go of his head the hands returned to their previous positions, and Sam got even harder.
“You don’t add tongue until step three. That’s when you tilt your head, open your mouth, and gently meet her tongue with your own. Remember; gently.” Dean looked at him with a serious expression, making his point before pressing even closer in the cramped space of the Impala. “Now is where things heat up. If you’ve got her this far, chances are pretty good she’ll let you grab a tit. Just remember not to squeeze it. You wouldn’t want someone squeezing your balls, would you? Girls are sensitive there. If you get as far as tongue, just reach over and fondle one.” Dean cupped his hand in mid air, demonstrating.
Sam nodded, not thinking about boobs at all.
“But tongue is not easy, Sammy. You’ll need to practice. A lot. Which is exactly why you should go out with as many girls as you can. That way, when your perfect girl comes along you’ll be able to impress her with your kissing skills.” Dean smiled smugly, and Sam didn’t much care for it.
“Then you must be one hell of a kisser, huh?” he said, watching his brother’s smile falter. “You’ve been out with more girls than I can count. So show me how good you are.” He knew Dean would never back down from a challenge to his manhood, and Sam wasn’t afraid to play dirty to get what he wanted. And right now he wanted to be kissed.
“You think you’re ready for step three? Alright.”
Dean moved in quickly, pressing his mouth tightly to Sam’s and prying his lips apart. Sam willingly opened up and was instantly rewarded with the deep probing of a wet tongue. It felt huge in his mouth, and the slick sensation was sending his libido into overdrive. But since this was step three he didn’t feel too bad about meeting Dean’s tongue with his own and sucking on it. He found his hand grasping the back of his brother’s neck, and at the same time Dean’s hand wandered up his thigh. The hard on was killing him, the tight jeans made tighter and leaving him gasping for breath.
As the kiss escalated it grew increasingly difficult to breathe, but Sam refused to part from the delicious lips between his own. Dean indulged him, and he was grateful for that. It was the single most thrilling experience of his life, and he had seen plenty of thrills for a boy his age. He kept welcoming Dean’s tongue and lips, running his hand over short hair and stubbled face, delighting in the way his heart raced when his brother touched him. The need to be closer still was overwhelming, but if he moved any closer he’d be on Dean’s lap. Hot breath mingled between their mouths and the sides of their chests rubbed together as they struggled for dominance over the kiss.
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The boy was eager to please, Dean had to give him that. Sam kissed with unbridled passion, pouring himself into every swipe of his tongue. Dean had tried to hold him back at first, reminding himself that this was a lesson in the art of kissing, nothing more, but the pliant body in his grasp managed to tickle his senses in more ways than he was prepared for. The rapid breathing, the trembling hands, the dilated pupils... The blatant arousal in his younger brother was a bigger turn-on than any pair of tits he had ever seen.
Regardless, his hand automatically went for the chest, finding only flat muscle where a mound of flesh should be, but that was not in any way a deterrent. He met each of Sam’s kisses with equal fervor, trying to steer him onto the less sloppy path. One particular move of his tongue in Sam’s mouth made the younger boy groan, a sound that went straight to Dean’s cock, and he realized now was probably a good time to stop. He threaded his fist in the boy’s unruly hair, pressing their lips tightly together and savoring the last few seconds of contact before pulling them apart.
Sam’s eyes were blown wide with lust, his mouth hanging open, lips red and bruised. Dean wondered if he looked the same to his brother.
It took a moment before he found his voice. “So,” he rasped, clearing his throat, “think you got it covered?”
“Yeah,” Sam breathed, nodding.
Dean resisted the urge to kiss him one more time before prying the other boy off and moving back behind the wheel. They took a minute to straighten out their clothes and adjust in their seats, both sporting uncomfortable bulges between their legs. It was deathly silent in the car for a while, four eyes fixing on the windshield wipers moving back and forth in front of the movie credits. The other cars in the lot were pulling out, except for an old Mercedes to the left, whose steamed up windows told that someone else hadn’t been watching the movie either.
Without a word the older brother turned the ignition and pulled the Impala out of the lot. It was a fifteen-minute ride to the rented cabin and they drove to the sound of the rumbling engine alone. Sam stole glances at his older brother, the evenly spaced streetlights casting rhythmic flashes of yellow light over his face. He saw something new there. There was something different about Dean, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.
Watching the dark road ahead he licked his lips and smiled to himself, thinking of all the other things Dean might be able to teach him.
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Sequel: A Helping Hand