The Brothers Winchester:Book Two-Part Ten-NC-17
Chace moved to his nightstand and opened the top drawer in a flash. Taylor could several packets of condoms and a bottle of lotion squirreled behind a stack of Penthouse and Playboys. As he pushed the drawer closed and moved back to the bed Taylor took another hard look at his cousin. Seeing the other jock's hesitation Chace looked at him. “What' wrong?”
“You like girls?” Taylor asked in confusion.
Chace nodded quickly. “Yeah and?”
“I mean you get sexually aroused by women too?” Taylor repeated.
Chace shrugged. “I guess. So what?”
“I just...” Taylor said hesitating and he moved away from Chace's impressive nakedness. In a lower voice he added. “I just thought you were like me.”
Chace dropped the condom and lotion on the pillow and moved closer to Taylor. With earnest concern in his voice he asked. “What are you talking about?” Taylor tried to move away but Chace held his hand to his cousin's muscular shoulder and wouldn't let him retreat any further. “Tay what's wrong?”
A single tear moved down his flawless cheek as he struggled to say the next words. “C-chace...I'm. I'm.” After a huge sigh he let out. “I think I'm gay.”
The room was silent for several seconds as Taylor waited for his cousin to lash out or tell him to get out. After about seven seconds he heard the start of a deep chuckle come from those Winchester lips, Taylor looked up in amazement as the sound moved from a chuckle to a full on laugh. He wasn't sure to laugh with him or to feel hurt as Chace almost fell off the bed as he held his sides. “Stop laughing.” Taylor said timidly at first and then slapped his cousin's leg as he repeated. “Chace stop laughing at me!”
Chace looked up with one eye for a moment and then wet back to hysterical guffaws as he collapsed back on the bed. Taylor slapped his cousin's bare ass this time, the drama of the previous statement now drained from the room. “Why is this so funny?”
Chace struggled to control his laughter as he sat up and made eye contact with those insanely bright eyes. “We're both, buck naked on the bed. I just got done practically begging you to fuck me in the ass and right now you think I might not have figured out you were gay?” By the end of the sentence he was back to struggled syllables as the absurdity of what he just said.
“It's. Not. Funny.” Taylor said slapping Chace with every word. The youngest Winchester curled up into a ball as he lost the capacity for any speech whatsoever. “It isn't funny Chace. I mean what does that make you bi?”
Chace peeked through his hands, one eye looking at Taylor. “You gonna wail on me some more?”
“Stop teasing.”
Chace sat up and rubbed his ass. “I don't know what I am Taylor.” Seeing the beginning of a frustrated exclamation on Taylor's face Chace kept talking faster. “I'm serious. I see a pair of tits and I get hard. I see a nice ass and I get hard.” Chace paused as he ran a hand through his short hair. “Shit I see livestock and I get hard sometimes.” With all seriousness he locked eyes with Taylor and said in a grave tone. “Look Tay. I ain't gonna lie to you. My dick has no idea what gender a person is, I look at a hot chick and I think it's beautiful. I watch Dean wipe the sweat off his forehead and I think it is the hottest thing I've ever seen. I can't help it, I just get turned on.” He moved closer to Taylor, his hand resting on top of the jock's hand. “This isn't about sex Taylor. This isn't about getting off or satisfying my cock's need. If I wanted to get off I have half a dozen holes ready and willing.”
“Gee thanks.” Taylor said trying to pull his hand away but Chace grabbed it tightly.
“I want you Taylor. I mean that. I want YOU. Not because you're hot or cause I think you have the finest body I've ever seen with my own two eyes. I want you in me Taylor because this isn't about sex at all.” His voice lowered to almost a whisper. “I thought you knew that.”
“But what if you decide tomorrow you want to be with a girl? What can I do to compete with that? Another guy sure, I at least can try to counter that but what have I got a girl doesn't?” His face fell, sure that what he thought was real had turned out to be just a passing fancy.
“You have my heart.” Chace said after a second. “This isn't about what I want right now Tay this is about what I've been missing. I ain't gonna lie, since dad died I've fucked just about half the county, trying to fill this god damn darkness in my chest. That night was the worst night of my life and I've been running from it ever since.” Now his eyes were wet with tears as the last few months came rushing out in one, exhausted push. “You're the only peace I've had since then Taylor, the only light in this fucking endless night.” Taylor pulled the young cowboy into an embrace as Chace broke down. “I can't do I alone any more Tay. I just can't...please don't stop this...please...”
“Shhh.” Taylor said stroking Chace's hair. “Shhh. I'm not stopping anything. Forget I said anything, it was stupid, I'm stupid...” he said absently.
Sam had thought Jake had possessed a skilled tongue.
The difference between the two men was like night and day to the prone Winchester. Dean's hands pressed Sam's long legs apart as those two firm mounds of muscle that made up his ass clenched around Dean's face. Where Jake had been interested in making Sam slick and open to being fucked Dean's purpose was nothing as nefarious. Dean had one goal and one goal only as his tongue began to prod his brother's tight ass.
Pleasure.
Dean Winchester had used his mouth to bring many a people to climax using only his tongue and his expertise was not lost on Sam at all. On his back, long legs up in the air, the only thing Sam knew was the feeling of his brother's tongue invading him. Dean had always been a giving lover, the thrill he got form getting someone off had always been a powerful turn on to the cowboy. If he wanted to get off he had two hands to grip his own swinging rod and get it shooting but to have some girl on her back, begging him not to stop was such a fucking thrill that Dean had become addicted to it. The power and control was why Dean had prowled ass so much in his youth, he had found once you were good at something you just kept doing it for at the very least to stay in practice.
Dean had stayed in practice.
Within the first three minutes Sam's cock was swollen and leaking against his hard abs as he moaned out loud. His hands gripped either side of the blanket as his head thrashed from side to side, that tongue moving deeper and deeper into him. It was nothing like Jake's insistent and probing member, Dean's was like a snake, a fucking snake that crept between that virgin ass looking for forbidden fruit. Sam never had any idea it could feel like this, every time he had even attempted to play with his own ass he had been met with an uncomfortably that moved quickly into pain so he had stopped. But this, this was fucking incredible.
Sam's legs widened as his hips moved up to meet Dean's mouth willingly, he didn't care if he was visible in the twilight by anyone on the lake edge, he didn't care that his mouth was carrying in the quiet and that it was his own flesh and blood that was giving him pleasure. This was where he wanted to be, this is what he had been looking for his whole life. Dean, only Dean and even more Dean. It was one thing to hear the stories growing up of your older brother's prowess when it came to sex but experiencing it was another thing altogether. If anything the legends Sam had heard had been lacking in their intensity when describing Dean's skills. Within five minutes Sam was putty in Dean's hands, he was willing to do anything his brother would ask at this point, not that he already felt that way towards Dean already. This was different, this was more than the brotherly bonds that fused them together, it was not just the affection and love they shared for each other and this was not the same, undying trust he had always had for Dean. This was more primal than that, this was something new.
This was something Sam wanted more of.
He had planted more than his fair share of Winchester seed over the years, it wasn't like he was ugly or lacking in charm. It was just that Sam was never driven the same way for sex that Dean seemed to. He liked it sure, who didn't, he just wasn't as addicted to it as most males seemed ot be.
Until now.
If sex had felt this good Sam would have been chasing it every minute of every day and twice on weekends. If he had felt this level of lust before rest assured, he would have been a slut long before this. Within ten minutes of Dean pressing further and further into his brother's willing ass, Sam found himself ready to do anything to keep feeling like this. Dean's face came off of Sam's ass for a moment before he began to slather those huge balls of his brother. A few seconds later Sam felt one of his brother's finger press into his wet ass, he gasped in shock for a moment before Dean tore into Sam's balls harder, flooding the uncomfortableness with overwhelming waves of pleasure. Sam whimpered as his brother pushed his finger deeper into him while countering the pressure by using his mouth to drive him nuts.
Dean heard the noises coming from the normally stoic Sammy and felt his own cock throb in sympathetic pleasure. He slowly pulled his finger out and then added second as he pushed it back in. The gasp and motionless was almost instantly followed by Sam pushing back onto the fingers as his moan carried across the lake. Dean felt his brother's tight ass loosen slightly as he wedged his digits further into him. Dean had broken many a colt in his time and there was an art to making a male adjust to having anything up his ass much less a Winchester sized cock. Dean considered the technique the same as taming a horse, the carrot and the stick. The fingers were the stick, for now, which meant they needed to be distracted something fierce as their ass adjusted to the intrusion. Dean had found over the years that nothing distracted like a good ball washing. Most guys were so protective of their balls the thought of anyone playing with them never passed their mind. Suck their dick? Sure. Touch their balls? Watch out. Dean had perfected the pressure needed to make the sensitive organs hum with pleasure while not causing the slightest amount of pain which would kinda fuck the whole process up in the first place.
From the way Sam was pushing back onto Dean's fingers, the carrot was winning over the stick by leaps and bounds. He had many a guys and girls in this position before but to have his huge brother on his back moaning for more, it made Dean ache with desire. How had he ever not done this before? How had he not moved from his bed to Sam's and take that sweet, tight ass years before? Dean loved to ride Sam's monster cock with a zeal but hearing Sam beg him to push harder...this was where he belonged.
Taylor and Chace sat on the bed in each other's arms for several minutes, the closeness beginning to heal the wounds that seem to plague Chace's soul. There was a tenderness in the youngest Winchester that touched Taylor on a level that transcended the physical attraction he felt for Chace. Over six feet tall, smooth, tan, built with lean muscle and cut lines it was hard not to feel lust for such a specimen of male perfection. But like his brother, Chace seemed to exist above such lowly concerns like pain, fear, self consciousness. He appeared to be invulnerable to such beats to those around him but as he huddled against Taylor's form, it was obvious he wasn't invulnerable at all.
This somehow made Taylor want Chace more than anything he had seen before. This vulnerability, this glimpse into the real Chace Winchester was more enduring than any abs or cock would ever be. Taylor held him tight, trying to protect him from whatever demons that seemed to surround his heart. It was at that very moment Taylor knew, this was the man he wanted to be with forever.
“Well this isn't sweet?” a voice called from the door. Both boys turned and saw Jake in the doorway, his face looked swollen and one of his eyes was bruised as he leaned in the doorframe. “Couple of gay boys feeling themselves up?” His voice was slurred a bit and it was obvious he was more than a little drunk.
“Jake?” Taylor asked, never hearing that kind of scorn from his brother before. Chace was a different story altogether, he had grown up in a house with John and Dean Winchester and if anyone did dangerously drunk it was them. He could see the mix in Jake's eyes of anger, disgust and lust whirling around in those bloodshot eyes and Chace knew this was not going to end well. “Shhh.” he said to Taylor quietly but it was too late, the silence had been broken.
“Yeah Jake.” the older boy said stumbling into the room. “You remember, your brother! The one who dropped everything to come here and help these ungrateful Winchesters out of the fucking hole they had dug themselves into!” His boots scraped against the wooden floor as his legs refused to work properly. Up close the bruise over his eyes looked worse, almost as if someone had kicked him.
“They're family.” Taylor said confused but regretted it almost instantly.
“The fuck they are!” Jake said lunging at the bed. “Just cause their dad fucked our dad's sister don't mean shit!” He grabbed Taylor and pulled him close, the stench of booze surrounded him like a cartoon cloud of dirt. The younger boy's eyes grew wide as he felt his brother touch him for the first time in anger. “If they're family why are you fucking naked with him?” He hissed in his face.
“Let him go asshole.” Chace said moving forward, trying to pry Jake's hand off of Taylor's shoulder. The three of them wrestled for a moment, the two of them were able to pry Jake's hand off pretty fast and turned to face him when the sound of flesh striking flesh rang out across the room like a gun shot. Chace had barely blinked and Taylor was sitting on the floor, a hand up to his cheek as tears began to well up in his eyes as he stared accusingly at his brother.
“Why'd you make me do that?” Jake half cried as he looked away from that stare.
Chace swung his foot off the bed and into the larger man's stomach with a satisfying thud and then grunt from stunned cowboy. Chace wasted no time, moving off the bed he clocked him under his chin, knocking Jake's head back with a snap as he fell backwards onto the floor. Chace stood over him, his heart beating a million miles a second knowing if the former military man had been even slightly less drunk this fight would have been over before it started. Instead though Jake laid on his back, his eyes closed as his body gave way to the punishment it had withstood.
Chace rushed to Taylor's side as the boy huddled against him, his eyes never leaving his brother's prone form. “You ok?” he asked trying to bring the dark haired boy out of his shock.
“He hit me.” Taylor said as if in a daze. “What's wrong with him?”
Chace looked over at Jake as he kept Taylor close. “If I had to hazard a guess? Dean.”
After about twenty minutes of expert assplay Sam was ready to give up state secrets if Dean had asked for them. His mind was a kaleidoscope of love, lust and erotic insanity as Dean's tongue and fingers pushed every button he never knew he had. Slowly Dean pulled the three fingers out of Sam's now loosened ass and moved over his brother and looked down. Sam's eyes were half open as he stared up at the almost glowing face of his Dean Winchester looking down at him. Sam thought Dean looked like an angel with the setting sun catching the oranges and yellows in Dean's hair, framing that face in an almost inner glow. The look of absolute love Dean gave Sam was comforting and terrifying at the same time to Sam, he had wanted this for so long but the intensity of these feelings was like nothing he was ready for.
Was this what love was like?
Dean moved down and captured his brother's lips in his teeth as he nibbled into a kiss, consuming Sam's mouth and neck, driving another low moan from him. Sam's outright awe of Dean moved into almost mythical levels as his brother turned him even further on by manipulating his ears and neck. He didn't care if Dean left a trail of hickeys up and down his body, if it meant feeling this god he'd wear them proudly as badges of achievement. His mind, heart and now body belonged to Dean and he knew for a certainty he'd never want it any other way.
So caught up in the pleasure emanating from Dean's mouth that Sam almost didn't notice the thick head of Dean's cock press against his wet hole. Sam's hands gripped Dean's shoulders as he tried to pull his brother off of him and ask for another second to get ready. But instead of yielding Dean instead began biting harder, licking longer as the head pressed into Sam. Sam's startled gasps rang in Dean's ears. “Dean! Waitwaitwait! Dean oh....god!” he finally exclaimed as his tight ass ring finally gave way to Dean's girth and the tip pressed into him.
Dean paused, feeling Sam's ass clench around his cock as Sam's mind struggled to catch up with his body. Sam felt the slight sting for a moment and then his brother paused, giving him time to adjust for s few seconds. Part of his mind was amazed at Dean's gentleness in the actual act after the savage way he had attacked Sam's face when he realized it had been a distraction from this. Sam felt that head move into him a few inches and then stop, again the dull ache as his ass spasmed around Dean as it became accustomed to that Winchester cock in him. “Jesus Christ Sammy!” Dean groaned, his face flushed red as he bit his bottom lip. “You are so fucking tight...”
Sam could see the desire and lust in Dean's eyes but still he paused, fighting the urge that every male in the the middle of sex knows; to thrust as hard and as fast as possible. Sam found the same urge in his own loins and wrapped his long legs around Dean's trim waist and pulled him further into him. “Fuck me Dean.” he said in a husky voice. “I'm a bog boy, fuck me already.”
Dean pushed another few inches into Sam and then paused again. He watched his little brother's face as Sam's eyes clenched in the momentary flash of pain consumed him for a second. Dean took his right hand and wrapped his fingers around his brother's thick cock that had began to soften from the pain but began to chub up as Dean's talented fingers began to pump him. Sam felt his body begin to relax again as the pleasure of Dean's hands overrode the sting in his ass, allowing him to relax even more, lessening the pain. Again the clinical part of Sam's mind was amazed at how schooled Dean seemed to be making what is a huge cock in a very tight hole be anything less than mind shattering painful.
Dean's smirk made Sam's cock twitch as he said in a teasing tone. “Patience Sammy, you'll get fucked soon enough.”
“Dean!” Sam breathed as he forced himself to relax. “You are so fucking big...”
Dean jerked his brother's cock in a quick jerk as he said. “What do you think you are cowboy? How ya doing?” he asked, the actual concern in his voice belayed the light tone of the question. Part of Sam was scared, that cock was huge in him and he was pretty sure they weren't even halfway there, but seeing that twinkle in Dean's eye and the feeling that he belonged to Dean completely...he bore down and nodded.
“Good.” he said between breaths. “Come on Dean...I ain't gonna break.”
Dean smiled as he pushed further into the virgin hole of his younger brother, the muscle gripped his cock as it moved deeper and deeper. Knowing that this was Sammy he was pushing into was driving Dean crazy with lust, seeing that normally composed and smug look on his his brother's face break into the desire to get fucked was like a drug to him.
A drug he was going to want a lot more of.
Jake came to consciousness slowly.
His head was pounding as he realized he was in laying in a bed and he knew the last thing he recalled had nothing to do with a bed. He had gone with Sam and tried to seduce him...there was something with Dean...
“How you feel?”
Jake turned his head to the voice and regretted it instantly He closed his eyes as the world seemed to spin for a moment in place. He heard Taylor's voice say. Don't try to move, you have a huge lump on your head.”
Jake gingerly touched his forehead and found the lump, the flash of Dean beating him in the bookstore came back to him in a flash. He groaned as the rest of the memory flooded in front of his eyes and he realized what he had done. “Oh Tay...” he said as his voice collapsed into a sob. “I am so sorry.” Jake could feel the bed move as Taylor climbed in next to him, his arm went around his little brother and they laid there with each other for a second.
“It's ok Jake.” Taylor said in a quiet voice. “Just stay still ok?”
Jake lost his voice as he began to really begin to cry at all the things he'd done in the past twelve hours. He turned and allowed Taylor to comfort him as he felt like a lost and out of control little boy. The two brothers stayed like that for awhile.