The Brothers Winchester:Book Two-Part Nine-NC-17

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Part Nine

The door to Chace's bedroom burst open as the two teenagers tumbled forward entwined in each others arms. They were both trying to strip without ever letting go of the other one. All they had accomplished was unbuttoning their jeans and untucking their shirts but not much else. Finally Chace pushed Taylor back onto his bed, leaving the dark haired jock breathless looking up at him with those incredible eyes.

“You're staring again.” Taylor said grinning wildly.

Chace pulled his shirt off, exposing the smooth chest and flat stomach as he said. “I can't help it. You are too much for my eyes.”

Taylor raised his eyebrows as he lifted his shirt up over his six pack. “Like this?” he said teasing.

“Oh Jesus.” Chace said pulling his jeans off in one shuck. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

Taylor looked at his cousin's impressive member and back up to his face. “I think I am getting an idea.”

Chace was nude now. Taylor took in the 6'1” Texas jock's body and tried not to openly drool. He had only imagined being with a guy who was like Chace and now here he was laying in his bed. In a husky voice Chace demanded “Take off your clothes.”

Taylor wasted no time in taking his own clothes off in nothing flat.

Chace looked on in an odd combination of love and lust and wondered how he had ever lived without this person in his life before.

As with every time in the past that Dean had forced himself to give up relations with Sam, when he finally relented and allowed himself back into the arms of his lover he wondered how he ever lived without that touch. It was like being touched for the first time when Sam ran his rough hands up Dean's rippled stomach and paused over one of his stiff nipples.

Dean gasped as he felt the electric shock move from Sam's fingertips straight to his hardening cock. “You like that?” Sam whispered in his brother's ear, even the tone making Dean press against his brother's hard body. Before he could answer the tip of Sam's tongue pushed into Dean's ear making any attempt to form speech fly out the door as even more pleasure raced through his mind.

No one could push Dean's buttons like Sam. It was like his younger brother was given an owner's manual on how to drive him crazy in seconds flat. With anyone else Dean prided himself on his ability to make most people melt with erotic desire. Between his looks and attitude there were precious few that could resist his charms. He was the one who made other people insane with lust, not the other way around.

Yet all Sam had used was the tip of his fingers and his tongue and Dean was a babbling fool.

“I'm tired of this dancing Dean.” Sam whispered as he moved a hand around his Dean's slim waist and pulled him close. “We need to make a choice right now.”

“Choice?” Dean asked, his breath ragged from passion.

“Are we going to be together. And I MEAN together? I don't wanna fuck and then have you get all guilt ridden on me or lose your damned mind again.” Dean could feel Sam's hardness through both pair of jeans and felt his own cock ache in return. “We gonna go this right?”

Dean smirked and said “Well doing it right has never been your problem before Sammy...”

“Stop.”

Dean blinked at the harsh tone of his brother's voice. “I mean it Dean. Are we gonna do this right?”

Dean stared into the depths of Sam's eyes for what seemed like days. He saw the hunger and desire that seemed to grow whenever they were in touching distance of each other. But besides that he saw Sam's resolve, his steadfast rock of emotion that said he wasn't going anywhere. Somehow that scared Dean most of all, that Sam wasn't talking now and he wasn't talking until whenever. He was talking forever. That Sam meant to stay right there for the rest of his life and was asking if Dean would do the same.

As always his impulse was to run. Flee the area as quickly and as surely as possible. Leave whoever it was with the impression he was cocky and fearless and that he was capable of doing anything with the greatest of ease. The longer he stayed around the easier it became to know what a mess of a person Dean Winchester really was. Anyone with half a brain could see the cracks in his mask and from there it was child's play to unearth the neurotic mess that lay just beneath.

And then there was Sam.

Sam. Just the name caused his heart to react against his will. His brother seemed intertwined in just about every thought he ever had and no matter how hard he tried he could not evict them. No matter how hard he tried or how far he ran...there was always Sam. Dean reached up and ran a hand against the scruff that seemed to appear on his brother's face every day at sundown. It was like sandpaper laid against the warmest of silk and Dean wondered how he ever lived without feeling it. “I love you.” The words tumbled out so easily, so readily that they might have been said from someone else. A weight lifted off of Dean's heart as a smile spread across his face. He felt like giggling all of a sudden as he said again. “I love you.” This time it was not a declaration, it was an admission...to himself.

Sam's smile, which was always easier to come by and harder to dispel raced across his own face as he said. “You sound surprised.”

Dean chuckled as he answered. “I think I am.”

“Dean” Sam said softly, brushing a stray lock of dirty blond hair off of his brother's forehead. “If you don't want to do this, be together...”

Dean out his hand over Sam's mouth. “Sam. If I have ever given you to the feeling that I did not want to be with you...or was ashamed of these feelings...I am so sorry.” Sam tried to remove Dean's hand but Dean left it there. “No. Let me finish. I have never felt normal. As if my entire life was like a kaleidoscope version of normal. An illness for these feelings...” Dean could see Sam's eyes grow wide with surprise and caring but Dean needed to get through this now or he never would. “Dad called me sick...a freak. That it was unnatural to touch any man...much less your brother. He thought I...I took advantage of you. That I had somehow molested you and talked you into this. And after awhile I believed it myself.” Dean's eyes burned with tears but he blinked through them as he kept talking. “All I ever wanted was for you to be happy Sammy. That's it.” His next words were choked as he talked through his sorrow. “It just never occurred to me that I might make you...happy.”

Sam moved Dean's hand off his mouth and then pressed it against Dean's. Showing him beyond a shadow of a doubt how happy Dean made him. Dean grabbed the back of Sam's broad back and pulled him close. His grip tight as if daring someone to pull them apart.

Chace moved up between Taylor's muscular legs, spreading them apart with an evil grin on his face. Taylor thought his cousin looked like the sexiest shark moving in on prey he had ever seen. Chace nibbled the insides of thighs, biting slightly, making the prone jock squirm on the bed. With a nip here and a lick there Chace moved closer and closer to the low hanging balls in front of him, the tip of his tongue moving around the smooth surface.

“Oh god!” Taylor called out, gripping two handfuls of sheet as the warm fleshy tip moved at the sensitive skin. He gasped as he felt Chace move his mouth around one of the balls and engulfed it in his mouth. He beat the bed as Chace's mouth drove him further and further into delirious ecstasy. He had thought the Scott's mouths to be beyond comparison but the way his cousin was working him over he realized that Nathan and Lucas were nothing compared to Chace Winchester. Precum filled the tip of Taylor's cock, his foreskin pulled back revealing the swollen, purple head that was screaming for release.

Taylor's tones went deeper and deeper as Chace's mouth moved from his balls to places southward on his body. Chace moaned as he felt the hard, muscular cheeks of Taylor spread aside, his tongue slathering everything it could touch. He thought Nathan had been in shape, he had believed that Lucas kept himself in the best of shape but as he journeyed the length of Taylor's body, he realized he had never had his hands on anyone who was THIS toned. It was like every surface was hard muscle slipped into smooth, tanned skin that was perfect in every single way. Like a hound, Chace's tongue moved downwards between those perfect cheeks, driving towards it's true target.

It was more than just the fact he knew Taylor was a virgin. More than the fact he was trying to loosen him up to be the first one up his tight ass. He was insane to cause Taylor as much pleasure as he could. Not that Chace was normally a greedy lover, but he did indeed like having people look after his swimmer's body and cock more than he liked giving the other way. But there was something in the way that Taylor groaned that made Chace even more turned on. For every particle of pleasure that he gave his cousin, he seemed to get back tenfold himself. He was crazy to make him moan, he needed it more than he had ever needed a thing in his life.

Taylor jumped like hit from an electric shock the second Chace's tongue touched his clenched hole. This was completely different than Lucas rimming him. Chace had barely touched him and already he felt so damn close to cumming that he was shocked he hadn't already. He willed himself to relax as Chace's tongue slowly began to move into him. He opened his mouth to scream but only a squeak came out as he felt his virgin hole open up to that warm invader. Chace's rough hands held Taylor's legs open as he forced his face farther and farther into his cousin's body. The teen jock was trembling as Chace dove his tongue into him again and again as hard as he could. “Chace! Chace!” Taylor cried out as he felt his balls began to tingle. “Oh god Chace I'm...I'm...” His heart skipped a beat as Chace's tongue plunged once more into him, making his cock explode. Warm jets of cum sprayed out over his pecs and abs, his head swam as he experienced an orgasm like no other he had ever imagined. He had never came before without touching himself but he shook in Chace's grip as his cock continued to spew, his eyes rolled back into head.

He shivered as the last sparks of the orgasm moved out of his system and his tows uncurled. Taylor felt his eyes uncross as he felt like he was floating on a cloud. Chace's head popped up between his legs, a devil may care grin on his face. “So...how was that?”

Taylor's head flopped back on the pillow as he let out a sigh.

They were shaking as they held each other. Dean felt like he was a 14 on his first date all over again. Sam smiled as he looked down on him. “You're shaking.” Dean nodded quickly as he nuzzled closer. “Are you cold?” Dean shook his head as he tried to catch his words. “Dean? What is it?” Sam asked with concern in his voice.

In a small voice Dean said “I'm just scared.”

“Scared of what?” Sam asked.

“Of fucking it up again Sam.” his voice was ragged. “I just don't want to fuck things up between us again.”

Sam's concern broke into a huge smile as he said “Aw hell. Of course you're gonna fuck it up.” Dean's eyes widened as Sam talked on. “Dean we are both going to fuck it up. This isn't magic or a fairy tale. This is just love. Like any other love. We're gonna fuck up, fight, make up...” his smile got wider “...have make up sex.” Dean smiled back. “I know you Dean. I know what's in your heart. And I'm not scared of it. Not scared at all.”

“Why?” Dean asked.

“Because I know you would never hurt me Dean.” Sam said as his own eyes teared up. “I know as long as I live...you will never willingly hurt me.” They were both speechless for a moment and then they kissed. And the world went away, Dean felt his mind just go into a haze and all of his worries and concerns vanished. Sam felt Dean lean into it and he knew that he had his brother back. He finally had Dean back.

And that was all he needed.

Chace plopped down on the pillow next to Taylor, smiles on both of their faces. They laid there and caught their breath for a moment and then Taylor asked “You didn't get off.” it was a statement and not a question. Chace shrugged as he moved closer to his insanely hot cousin. “But I liked watching you cum. So it's ok.”

Taylor propped up on his elbow. “You wanted to fuck me.”

Chace looked at him with a grin. “Oh I still do. But trust me.” he grabbed the base of his shaft. “You aren't ready for this yet. It'd just hurt...and I don't want it to hurt.”

Taylor moved in next to Chace. “But you didn't cum.”

Chace chuckled and pulled him close. “It's ok Tay. I'm good.”

Taylor innocent expression went to evil in seconds flat as he grinned and slipped under Chace's arm. “I don't think so.” he said moving down.

“Taylor!” Chace said as his cousin moved closer to his raging hard cock. “You don't have to do anything..” And his mouth closed over it. “...OH JESUS!” Taylor's mouth was insane. Chace had been blown dozens of times before, both girls and guys, and though on the surface there was nothing different or better about his cousin's mouth...

But the fact it was Taylor's mouth drove Chace insane.

It was like his first blow job all over again and he was losing his mind. He tore at the sheets as his hips came off the bed, his cock seeking more of that eager mouth in any way it could. Taylor did his best to swallow the Winchester sized cock. It looked big before but as he twirled his tongue over it, he had to admit that this was fucking huge. The thought of this thing going up his ass was both terrifying and thrilling at the same time. The sounds Chace was making was driving Taylor nuts and he realized just how much pleasure he was getting from giving Chace pleasure. He had just came and he was already hard as he licked the length of the teen cowboy's pole from tip to base.

Chace's balls were shaved as well and Taylor grinned as he began to slather them with his tongue. Must be a swimmer thing, he thought to himself as the great and mighty Chace Winchester actually whimpered from Taylor's touch. Chace was losing it as his balls rolled around in his cousin's mouth, the sensations were fucking off the scale. He thought it was as good as it got but then he felt Taylor's mouth pause for a second. Chace's fingers were wrapped in the dark hair of the other jock and he looked down to see if something went wrong...

And then Taylor tongue started to lick lower.

Chace panicked at first. After all the last time someone licked him there it was Nathan hoping to take his cherry while drugged up on...whatever the fuck he had put in that beer. From that point on he had been strictly a top and only a top. No one had ever touched his ass before and he was pretty sure no one ever would. But as Taylor pushed Chace's legs apart, he found himself allowing them to spread and that tongue moving lower.

Taylor was sure that Chace was whimpering now as his tongue moved around the tight rosebud lightly at first. He wasn't sure how to do this but he knew what parts turned him the fuck on so without hesitation he plunged the tip into the center. The hole stayed tight as could be as Taylor was about to pull away when it suddenly opened and the tip plunged in.

Chace gasped in shock as the warmth moved into him, touching him in places he had never had touched. His hole quivered as that tongue moved into him farther, he struggled to draw a breath but Taylor's tongue kept going deeper and deeper...

Chace moved his legs open wider and he felt Taylor head further down. It may have only been a quarter inch but that difference made Chace clench every muscle in his body as he cried out. “Oh God Taylor!!” Taylor was hard as a rock as he lapped around that fluttering hole. His hands pulled the muscled cheeks of his cousin apart as he tried to get as far in as he could manage. Folding his tongue he began to tongue fuck the babbling jock within in inch of his life. He moved his head back and forth, plunging into the relaxing hole again and again, pushing the youngest Winchester insane with pleasure.

Taylor was pushing as hard as he could now. Chace's hands clutched at his hair and pushed him down out of pure reflex now. Taylor pushed his cousin's ass up higher, better to be able to tongue fuck the jock within an inch of his life. Chace was almost folded over on himself, his long legs dangling over his head as Taylor went to his tight ass like he had rimmed guys his entire life. Chace opened his mouth and saw his own cock hovering over his head, the swollen knob leaking a drop of precum that hung from it's tip for a long second and then dropped onto his lips. His tongue moved over the drop automatically as Taylor pushed his ass further down, bringing his cock closer and closer to his own mouth. Chace extended his tongue out and licked around the tip of his own cock. There was an electric shock as he felt his own mouth twirl around his cock. He had never had the opportunity to see his own cock up close...as Taylor pushed down again he felt the tip of it move into his mouth.

Taylor was going to town on Chace's ass when the slurping sound came from under him. He pulled away and looked around and saw Chace with his eyes closed, sucking on his own cock like a baby to a nipple. Taylor felt his cock twitch from the sight as he moved back towards that perfect ass. The two of them moaned with their mouths full as they both pleasured Chace to a point he had never been before.

The two of them lay connected for a long while. Through flesh and tongue and desire they were one as the months of absence demanded to be fulfilled now. Sam moved Dean's shirt over his smooth chest. His lips moved over one of Dean's quarter sized nipples as he nibbled lightly. Dean's leg curled around Sam's as he groaned in pleasure, he tore at the back of Sam's shirt, trying to drag it over his little brother's broad shoulders. Sam pulled back and tore the shirt over his head. Dean looked up seeing the wide expanse of flesh and muscle that made up Sam's torso and felt his cock twitch with hunger.

Sam grinned as he looked down at his brother, worn jeans and cowboy boots the only thing on. “What's that look for?”

Dean reached up and pulled Sam down to him. “It's called erotic fucking overload. Do you have any idea how insanely good looking you are?”

Sam leaned in and pressed his head next to Dean's, the tip of his tongue moving across Dean's neck. “No. Because every time I judge how I look judge it against you.”

“You're hotter than me Sammy.” Dean said moving his own mouth to Sam's ear.

“Not even close.” Sam breathed as he felt Dean's tongue enter his ear with a thrust. He felt his entire body spasm for a moment.

“I love making you shake.” Dean said in a whisper.

“I love shaking for you.” Sam said with a grin.

Dean's hand cupped the front of his brother's jeans. The hard rod contained within throbbed as he rubbed it slightly. “You wanna play cowboy?” Sam's eyes fluttered from the pleasure as Dean popped the top button of his 501's open. “I've wanted you so bad Sam...” Dean moaned as he opened the fly.

Sam's hands covered Dean and stopped him. Their eyes met, Dean's in confusion and Sam's in an eerie calm. “What?” Dean asked.

“We're playing cowboy alright.” he said with the barest hint of amusement in his voice. He moved to the hardness that was Dean's crotch and smiled. “This time, you're the horse and I'm the rider.”

Dean's expression didn't change for several seconds and then his eyes widened in amazement. “You mean you want...I mean you want me to...to you?”

Sam chuckled and rolled over onto his back, bring Dean on top of him. “You can say it Dean.” he purred huskily. “I want you to fuck me for the first time.”

Dean gulped as he felt Sam unbutton his jeans.

Taylor moved back, letting his cousin's tanned legs fall back to the bed and around his waist. Chace's face was flushed and damp as he looked up at Taylor with twinkling eyes. “Fuck me.” Chace said suddenly, the words surprising both of them.

“What?” Taylor asked, his voice breaking in the confusion.

“Fuck me.” Chace said again, this time with more feeling. “I wanna feel you inside me. I want you to be my first.”

Taylor was stunned as he stared into Chace's engaging eyes. Fuck him? He was just on the gym floor begging Chace to do the same to him but now he was asking the same? “I-I thought you were a...” Taylor hesitated as the unfamiliar term tumbled out of his mouth. “...a top.”

Chace pulled Taylor in close, their skin rubbing against each other as they embraced. “I am.” he said feeling the hard muscle of Taylor's back. “But I've never met anyone, besides my brothers, that I ever wanted in me.”His mouth broke into a goofy grin. “Until now.”

Taylor was as excited as he was confused. “You really want me to be your first?”

“No.” Chace said moving up to kiss him. “I want you to be my only.”

As their mouths met, whatever resistance either one had melted away.

“But you, I mean I never...fucked you before. “ Dean stammered once he was able to form full sentences.

“No one has.” Sam said coyly. “But I've never wanted anyone but you to go there.”

Dean was caught between lust, fear and insane love as he looked down at Sam staring back up at him. There were a thousand things he wanted to say to talk his brother out of it but none of them made their way from Dean's brain to his mouth. Instead he slowly pushed his jeans over his hips and down his legs. He had done this a thousand times in his life, well not an actual thousand but the number might have been closer to a thousand than it wasn't. He had fucked women, men, both at the same time, and one time more than five at the same time, but never had ever considered mounting his own brother. Riding his brother's mule cock like a bronco rider, sure, but actually being Sam's first time?

Fuck that was something serious.

Dean never entertained the notion his dick was smaller than anything this side of a Shetland pony and he had spent years perfecting the art of shoving it into places far too small for it but being anyone's first was a task that was going to be rough at best. The last thing that Dean wanted was to hurt Sam, he never wanted to bring him pain. It was the main reason he had decided to bottom when they started having sex. Dean was used to pain, pain of all kinds but seeing Sam under him as he rode his sock, the pain made it all worthwhile. Dean wasn't sure he could bring that much pleasure to Sam now.

Yet as he shucked his faded and torn jeans off and began unbutton Sam's, he found himself more and more turned on at the thought of being Sam's first. Dean loved taking guy's cherries and the cherry of his little brother was just too erotic for common sense to overcome. Sam was already hard, his cock poking out proudly form the dark pubic hair and curving upwards towards the tight abs that made up his lower stomach. Like all Winchester men he leaked precum in copious amounts when aroused and seeing his big brother naked over him was more than aroused.

It was like heaven.

Sam's hands grabbed his brother's tanned shoulders tightly. “I want you Dean, I want you in me.”

And the last of Dean's hesitance faded completely.

Like any other teenage male Taylor imagined fucking a lot. It was hard to be a teenage male and not think of things to stick your dick into from time to time. A 6'2” 18 year old tanned and smooth swimmer that looked like Chace was HIGH on the list. The problem was when you were gay sometimes you thought about getting fucked by people who looked like that. Taylor had spent a lot of time thinking about getting fucked by Chace Winchester. He knew in the back of his mind a lot of people had thought about it yet here he was, lying on the bed asking him Taylor to fuck him.

The fight between his brain and his dick lasted less than a second and in the end it wasn't even close. “You have any lube?” he asked Chace.

Dean pulled Sam's jeans off his long legs with a yank. The two of them were laid out on the small blanket Dean carried in the back of his truck, nude as the day they were born. The two of them were a sight to see, both of them tall, lean, muscular cowboys who couldn't keep their hands or mouths off of each other. The ironic part is that from the outside what looked like a pornographic bout of lust was really two hearts that had been in danger of growing hard without each other connecting again. With each touch a moment of ignoring each other was forgotten. With each lick a harsh word or phrase was forgotten. With each bite another night spent alone was forgiven.

By the time Dean began to move downwards it was as if no time had passed between them at all. He paused midway down Sam's impressively long torso and looked up at his brother's face. “Do we have lube?”

Sam shook his head in confusion for a moment. “I wasn't planning this Dean. It's not like I carry lube around with me all the time.”

Dean gripped the base of Sam's cock and squeezed. “With this thing you really should.” he chuckled. “Lube and a permit to carry a concealed weapon.”

“Last time I checked you were packing the same heat Dean.” Sam said. “What are we going to do without lube?”

“Well you're going to scream a lot...” Dean offered and then burst out laughing at the panicked look on Sam's face. “Kidding.” he added quickly trying to soothe his brother's concern. “It just means...” Dean said kissing the middle of Sam's stomach. “...that we are going to...” a kiss and a lick to his stiff cock “...use something else.” Dean said before touching Sam's puckered ass with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh god.” Sam gasped at the touch.

“Nope.” Dean said pulling back for a second. “Still me.”

Sam voice carried across the lake as Dean began to loosen his brother's virgin ass up.

To be continued...