Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy:Part Three-NC-17

[usmc75]

Title:  Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy
Author: usmc75 
Word count:  4,370
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Once upon a time in Texas, there were three brothers like no other.
A/N:  This is a Jensen, Jared and Chace fic...brotherly love and angst...cowboy style
Disclaimer:  If I owned anything, I would be in my bunk

Part One/ Part Two

Once upon a time in Texas, there were three brothers like no other             
  



Chace drank his coke as he waited for Dean to get out of the rental place.

It was hot, which was nothing new. This was Texas, it was always hot. This was balls hot, where no matter how naked you got or how hard you tried, unless it was central air somewhere, it was hot. Chace’s t-shirt already was clinging to him like a second skin and his jeans felt like he had swam a few laps in them. He watched his brother through the window and shook his head. Mr. Thomas was practically falling over himself to help him as his daughter Laura was watching him like she was starving and Dean was a double decker sandwich.

Dean shook hands with the man and looked over once to the girl, nodded and smiled. Damned if she didn’t laugh and blush slightly as he walked out the door. Chace watched her watch Dean walk out as Dean grabbed the coke out of his little brother’s hand and finished it.

“Hey!” Chace exclaimed as Dean sighed in satisfaction grinning at him. “I wasn’t done with that.” he said pouting.

Dean looked at the empty bottle “You are now.” Dean said bursting out laughing and ruffling his hair. He tossed the bottle as he walked around the truck “Damn, hotter than a whore’s snatch out here!” Chace watched him pull his t shirt over his head, his brother’s shoulders were distracting as Dean got in the cab. His flat stomach was perfectly toned, his jeans hugging the edges of his hips just so. Dean snapped his fingers in front of Chace’s face “Hey? You coming or just staring?”

Chace shook his head as he got in the other side “Too damn hot.” he muttered as Dean turned the old truck over.

“So what time you think it is? Somewhere round 1 or so?” Dean asked.

Chace looked over to the city bank where the huge clock stood over “It isn’t even 10 yet!” he said pointing.

Dean sighed and lowered his brother’s hand “But if it is before ten then there’s no reason not to go back and help dad and Sam in the back forty.” he smiled again “But if it was already that late, no reason not to go and goof off, by that time most of the work will be done.”

Chace slowly lowered his hand and grinned back “Almost three by my watch.”

Dean nodded and shifted the truck into gear “Well then, afternoon’s almost over.” he said resting one arm out the window “How you feel about taking a dip?”

Chace nodded as beads of sweat fell in his face “The lake?”

“You know somewhere else we can go swimming buck naked?” Dean asked “Well scratch that. I know a few places with swimming pools that would let the two of us go clothing optional but...” and he shook his head “…not worth paying the admission price for all that.”

Chace didn’t understand a word his brother was going on about. He leaned out the passenger side window, letting the breeze cool him off some. He heard Dean chuckle behind him “You look like a dog with your head out the window.” Chace held up his hand and flipped him off over his shoulder, causing even more laughter.

The lake wasn’t a lake. It was a series of lake connected by small streams that made up most of the east side of town. There were a ton of small places where people went to go and hide out on a scorching summer’s day. Dean passed by the public lake and made a face as it was swollen and packed with dozens of cars already. “Well that looks a bit much.” he said driving past “Better we go down to Coon’s Point, no one ever goes there.”

Chace pulled his head in “Coon’s Point?”

“Yep” Dean said pulling off the road suddenly “Little place past the second bridge.” he explained “Lots of guys go out there to chill without being bothered.”

Chace had no idea where they were “Was this where the party was last night?” he asked.

Dean looked over at him and then back to the road. He seemed to be picking his answer “No. Ash usually picks out a place way out in the back.”

Chace nodded but didn’t understand. At least Dean was saying something and not just going on about how old he was or wasn’t. They stopped next to a huge willow tree, its branches dipping back towards the ground, coating most of the shore in shadows as the sun reflected off the surface of the lake. It was a gorgeous spot. One of those idyllic places that seemed almost magical at times. Dean got out and stretched, the lake cooled the area some as he took a deep breath “Smell that little brother!” he called out as Chace got out of the truck “Ain’t gonna find this in any city when you leave.” he said squinting against the sun.

He looked like a God.

Like one of those Greek gods he read about in school brought to life in jeans. His skin practically glowed in the afternoon heat as every single muscle and cut in his body was highlighted. He had never seen anything like it before in his life. Standing there, smiling against the sun Chace could see why women fell over themselves to be with him. When Dean looked back at him, it was like being acknowledged by a higher power. Dean’s smile was almost overwhelming as he said “Well come on over.” he said waving him closer “I ain’t gonna bite.”

Chace found himself stumbling over to him, his feet felt about five sizes too large and his head swam like it was attached by a string. Chace walked over as Dean put his arm around his shoulders and pulled him close “Damn boy look at you.” he said looking over into his little brother’s face “You’re almost as tall as I am!” he looked Chace up and down “Damn if you are gonna be as tall as Sam.”

Chace felt himself blush as he leaned into Dean some “I dunno bout that…” he said.

Dean smirked and pulled him closer “But you got my smile.” he said resting his head against the top of his head for a moment. He could hear him mummer “I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not.”

Chace felt the heat coming off of him like a heater, but he didn’t move. He felt…safe here. He felt himself nuzzling up to Dean like he was a little kid, Dean laughed a little and said “I was wrong about the dog thing.” he said pulling him tighter “You’re more like a snuggling puppy.” For some reason the words made Chace even happier and he felt his face press against his brother’s chest. Dean put his other hand over his face and whispered “I know kid…” he said stroking his face “…it’s ok. It’s ok.”

Chace could feel himself choking up for some reason. Where was this coming from? He couldn’t get close enough to Dean for some reason; it was like he was sad and desperate all at once. His arms went around Dean’s chest barely as he said into his skin “I just…I just love you Dean.”

Dean held him and pressed kept talking into his hair “I know. And I haven’t been a very good brother.” he said. And then to more to himself  “Lord knows I’ve never been a good brother.”

“Sam loves you too.” he said trying to get the melancholy out of Dean’s voice.

Dean scoffed more than laughed “Yeah, that’s the problem.”

Chace looked up to ask what he meant when Dean pulled away “You wanna stand here and bawl or you wanna cool off?”

Chace stopped, he wanted to keep hugging his brother some more. But Dean’s smile was infectious and he grinned back “Cool off!”

Dean brought his leg up and began pulling his boot off “Last one in rides home naked!”

Chace opened his mouth in shock and then pulled his shirt over his head in one movement “No fair you’re already half naked!” by the time he could see again Dean was already working on his other boot. He gave him that thousand watt smile and said “Life ain’t fair little brother!” he threw the boot over his head as he began to pull his jeans off “And fortune favors the nude!”

Chace struggled with his own boots as he corrected “Bold! Fortune favors the bold!”

Dean pulled his fly open and laughed “Not here it don’t!” he said pulling down his jeans and stepping out of them. Chace almost fell over seeing the golden patch of pubic hair glisten in the sunlight for a moment. That was all the moment Dean needed as he took off and dived into the water. Chace tossed his boots aside as he stripped his own jeans off. Dean surfaced and watched him pull them down as he hollered “Well damn boy!” he called out “You are a Winchester aren’t you?”

Chace tried not to blush as he dived into the water himself. The moment of shock as the heat and the stickiness washed away in the pure, perfect water. For a second the world was perfect and he was fine as he floated in the water…never wanting to come up. And then he was. His legs pumping as he broke the water, arms up as he broke. He whooped himself as he jumped out and towards Dean. Who had the perfect look of shock as his little brother burst out of the water and directly into him.

There was a wet splash of flesh hitting as they went under. Dean grabbing Chace around his waist and pulling them into a spin as Dean took the momentum of the jump and dove them deeper. Chace felt his world spin as his held tightly to Dean, their chests pressing against each other as they both moved towards the surface. Chace wrapped his arms around Dean’s shoulder as they broke the surface again, both of them laughing as they held on to each other, kicking to stay afloat.

“You trying to kill me?” Dean laughed “Ain’t like you don’t weigh more than Impala!”

Chace splashed water in Dean’s face “Shut up!” he said “Muscle weighs more than fat!” he proclaimed.

Dean shot him an evil grin “Then you should almost float baby brother.”

Chace glared at him “I ain’t fat!” he said.

“Still got baby fat!” Dean said pinching him around his midsection…and coming back with only muscle. Chace squirmed as he laughed “Hey that tickles!” as Dean stopped pinching and stoked the hard ridges of his obliques “Damn” he said feeling the hard muscle from his stomach down to his hips. That ridge was well defined and Chace felt himself harden as Dean stroked back up “I take it back.” he said in a low voice “Not a baby.”

It should feel weird. It should feel creepy. It shouldn’t feel so damn good. But Dean’s rough hands moving up his sides was driving Chace crazy. He felt his cock harden and press against Dean. Chace’s eyes widened as he felt his brother’s hard cock bump against his own. Dean looked into Chace’s eyes and smiled “Not a baby at all.”

Chace shook his head as he leaned in. This was not happening. This was not really going on. He closed his eyes as he felt Dean’s mouth touch his. His heart was pounding as he felt those impossibly soft lips part and his tongue dart between them. Dean pulled him closer as he pressed back into the kiss. Chace felt his breath give out as he gripped Dean’s broad back with both hands, his legs wrapping around Dean’s in ecstasy.

And they sank.

They both fell out of each other’s hands as they pushed their way back to the surface. Again the pond was filled with their laughter as they swam closer to shore.  Dean called out “You trying to kill us?” he said reaching where he could stand first. Chace sputtered back “You started it!”

He got to where he could stand and moved next to Dean. “Did I?” Dean said looking down with that grin again “From where I was floating you kissed me.”

Chace tried not to blush as he said “No you kissed me!”

Dean grabbed the back of Chace’s head with his hand and said “No. When I kiss someone, it’s like this.” and pulled him into an embrace. And ground his mouth against Chace’s savagely. Chace felt his toes curl as Dean’s tongue forced its way into his mouth; Dean’s other hand grabbing him by the small of his back and even closer. He dipped Chace back slightly and the younger boy felt himself drifting as his entire life became that kiss. He was floating as he struggled to keep up with Dean’s mouth, which came off of his and moved to the side of his jaw and down his neck. Chace felt himself pulse with each bite as Dean growled into the wet skin, dragging his tongue along the bulging vein of his little brother’s neck. It wasn’t weird anymore. It wasn’t gay. It wasn’t anything. It was Dean, Dean everywhere and Chace could care less who or what he was. He just didn’t want it to stop. Was this what girls lusted after? This feeling of…he didn’t even have a word for it. Possession? That for this moment in time he belonged to Dean Winchester and that mouth and he could care less who else knew? Dean moved across his collarbone and up the other side of his neck, finally digging his tongue into his ear which made Chace actually squeak in pleasure. Chace was completely being held by Dean now, floating in the water swept away by the sensations.

He licked across Chace’s mouth, who gasped upwards trying to capture it, even for another moment and Dean chuckled lowly “You like that?” Chace could only breathlessly nod. Dean just smiled “Good.” and dropped him in the water.

Chace sunk like a rock as his head hit the dirt bottom. He scrambled with all four limbs as he rushed upwards, Dean stood there laughing hysterically, one hand over his mouth as he pointed “You shoulda seen your face!” he laughed.

Chace took three slow steps towards him and grabbed him by the waist. Dean felt his feet slide out from under him as Chace pushed him closer to shore, using Dean’s center of gravity against him. He smirked as his older brother tried desperately to get any traction but failed as Chace easily held Dean above the surface of lake floor before finally pushing him down with both hands on his chest. Dean felt the water come up to the side of his face as he was planted into the lake bed. Chace fell over him, his face next to his “Did it look something like that?” as he lay against him.

Dean’s smile was incredible as he moved his hand through Chace’s wet hair “Kinda” his tone said he was impressed by his brother’s gumption. Chace moved in and kissed him again, Dean kissed him back, savoring every moment.

Chace tried not to be distracted by the firmness he felt beneath him. It was incredible the way the two of them felt rubbing against each other. Was this what being gay was like? If so with Dean, he could be as gay as he needed. Dean stroked down Chace’s back, eliciting shivers from him “You like that?” Dean whispered, the two of them floating there in the water. Chace nodded as he put his head down on Dean’s chest and rested “I ain’t never felt like this in my life.”

Dean sighed “Yeah…it is special.”

Chace held still for almost ten minutes. Forgetting the rest of the world as they floated there on the lake, no one else in the world but them. Finally Chace looked up “What’s the secret Dean?” He could see his older brother’s eyes flash and Chace’s eyes widened “No don’t!” he said quickly “Don’t’ get mad.” he said putting his hands on the side of Dean’s face “I just wanna know…it’s about this stuff right? About…guy and guy stuff right?”

Dean slowly pushed Chace off of him and got up from the lake bed. Chace sat in the water and watched him walk up to the truck nude and open the door. He reached across and opened the glove compartment, pulling out a pack of smokes. Chace stood up and walked out of the lake sadly, he had to open his big mouth.

He came over near the truck as Dean lit up a cigarette. He offered the pack to Chace who shook his head. Dean smirked as he looked across the lake “I swear between you and Sam you guys are practically vestigial virgins or something.” Chace tried to lean up against the truck but the metal was too hot and he yelped as he moved off of it. He looked around for somewhere to sit but didn’t find anywhere that looked appealing. Finally Dean opened his arms come here.” he sighed. Chace moved over and leaned against him, Dean’s arms around him felt like home.

“I’m sorry I ruined it.” Chace said in a hoarse whisper. Damnit he felt like he was on the edge of crying…like a freaking baby.

Dean squeezed him tight for a moment “You didn’t ruin anything kid.” he said exhaling “That was all me.” Chace closed his eyes as he pressed his ear against Dean’s chest; his heartbeat was like a thunderclap as they leaned there. After a few minutes Dean said “There was a ranch hand named Bobby who used to work here.” he said. Chace went to stand up but Dean’s arms were tight and kept him pressed to him “Just lay there kid ok? I don’t know if I can say this looking at those eyes.” Chace relaxed and leaned into him again as Dean went on “He was like a ranch manager. He was here year round…bunked out in the barn most of the time. He had a little place up in the loft…he liked being alone out there.” Taking another drag he went on “He was a nice guy…him and dad got along like brothers almost. After Ellen…your mom passed Bobby was a godsend.” Chace thought he remembered Bobby, older guy, beard…but it was hazy.

“Anyways one day, in a summer like this when it was hotter than all hell, I was sniffing around the barn. Looking for anything that would cool me off. Sam had some stupid soccer camp…I must’ve been…16, almost 17.” Dean said wistfully “Well Bobby was there and he saw how I was nearly panting like a dog. We went out here, to this lake. Just like I brought you.” he was quiet for a while and Chace could hear Dean’s heart beat a bit faster. “We got to talking about all kinds of stuff, and after a while it came to girls.” he laughed “Man I was crazy about girls back then. I was nuts about sticking my dick into any girl I could meet. I musta jerked off like six times a day sometimes…I thought…well I thought I was a freak. And there was no way I could tell dad.”

Chace thought about telling John about jerking off and screwing a girl and he felt his face go red as his stomach did a back flip. No way. He’d so blind before he asked John Winchester.

“So I bring it up to Bobby and he laughed and went on about how that was normal. Just a boy growing into his own. And he brought up about how I was growing better than most boys…and he brought up about how I looked.” he paused “No one had really told me like that before. That I was pretty or sexy…and I know no one ever told me that I was hung…” he sighed “It was…well it was flattering. Next thing I know he’s petting me something fierce and since my dick don’t give a damn what the sex of a hand is, I’m grinding against him like a dog in heat.” he paused to inhale again “Well next thing you know he’s all over me and I ain’t hating it. And he explains to me what the secret to getting a girl is.”

Chace felt himself stop breathing.

“And there he is, hand down my shorts, making me four types of nuts and he says the secret to knowing how to screw a girl, is to get screwed yourself.” Dean laughed “Well of course I pulled back something fast, ain’t no one gonna screw me. Bobby just laughs telling me that I wasn’t old enough anyways and that if I wanted to be a little kid that was fine with him.” Dean tossed the cigarette butt away “Anyways, we go back to the farm and I ignore him for almost a month straight.” he pulled Chace close again “But he had a bug in my ear. And I had to know…I mean I was thinking about it and…” he shook his head “Well about ten beers later I was up in that loft…well let’s say I learned the secret.”

Chace was stunned…Dean got screwed? In a hesitant voice Chace asked “You mean…he…”

“He fucked me.” Dean said “Yep.” he rested his head against Chace’s head for awhile “It was…it was different.” he said finally “But he was right. After that I knew what it felt like to have a huge dick splitting you in half. And I knew how to take my time and to work a girl…make her nuts for it. Make her crave it.” he said “After that there wasn’t a girl that I couldn’t have again after I fucked her.” and he chuckled “And I ain’t small you know.”

Chace did know, none of the Winchesters was lacking in the cock department. Chace, the youngest, was topping out at about eight inches, Dean and Sam both overshadowed him. Everything did grow bigger in Texas.

“So that’s it?” Chace asked, shocked…but still curious.

“Yep” Dean said “and you” he said pulling Chace back “Are too young. Period.” He kissed him on the forehead “Ok?”

Chace looked up at Dean and felt his heart well. If he loved him anymore it felt like his chest would explode. Finally he burst out with “I’d let you do it to me.” he said quickly. He saw the sadness in Dean’s eyes as he said “I know…that’s the problem.”

Chace didn’t understand as Dean let him go and began pulling his clothes on “Come on, dad and Sam will think I abducted you to Mexico or something.”

Chace stood there, feeling chilled in the summer heat. He watched as Dean slowly pulled his jeans. Finally he said “Sam. You showed Sam.” it wasn’t an accusation; it was more like figuring out who killed Mr. Body in Clue. Once you know, you had to shout it out.

Dean paused and looked up at him for a moment and then nodded “Yep. And dad caught us…and he wasn’t very happy.”

Chace walked over and grabbed his own jeans as he thought, what if dad had pulled up while Dean and him was kissing? He felt his heart begin to pound just thinking about it, if Dean was screwing him and he walked in…he’d die. He’d fucking die.

“And now he thinks I'm gonna start sniffing around you.” he said coming up behind Chace and pulling his arms around his waist. Chace felt his arms move around Dean’s automatically “And I guess in a way he was right.” he said pulling his head back and kissing him “I can’t help it.” he said when Chace came up for air “You’re fucking perfect.”

Chace felt his head spin as the compliment sank in. Him? Perfect? Compared to Dean? Chace turned around “But I kissed you first!” he said. Dean grinned and said “Oh now you admit it?”

Chace shook his head “If anyone is sniffing around anyone it was me!”

Dean put a finger to his brother’s lips “And I am old enough to have stopped this. And I didn’t.” he was beating himself up inside. Chace could see it “So there. You know the secret, and you know you’re too young. So can we please drop it?”

Chace wanted to argue, he wanted to fight with him. He wanted to throw it back in his face that he was wrong and that he was more than old enough. But he saw the pleading in Dean’s eyes and knew, anything else and it would just hurt Dean more. He just nodded and hugged Dean tight. Dean hugged him back and said “I never hated you Chace, I was just afraid.”

“You? Afraid?” Chace asked into his bare chest.

Dean nodded “Of you.” he said stroking his hair “I was afraid I wasn’t going to be able to resist you.” he sighed “I guess I was right. I’m just a pervert feeling up his little brother.”

Chace pulled back and shot him a glare “You aren’t a pervert! And if you are I am just as much as one!”

Dean looked ever sadder “I know…and I’m sorry.”

“This isn’t your fault!” he said turning away and grabbing his t shirt. “I wanted…” he looked around for his socks “I mean I was thinking…”

Dean stopped him, one hand on his shoulders. Chace looked up to him sobbing “I wanted it before this!” he said crying into Dean. Dean just held him and whispered “I know kiddo, I know.”

They stood there on the edge of the lake, holding each other. Each one knowing things would never be the same again.