Title: Sequel Untitled #3
Author: belial_mudoh
Rating: NC-17
Character: Dean/Sam
Disclaimer: I don't own nothing.
Spoilers: No spoilers
Summary: "Since that night we don’t spend much time together, you know?"
Beta: The wonderful soledadseraph
Word Count: 1,928Dean takes a long look at Sam and sighs. He just can’t help himself, his brother seems so beautiful and he wants to touch him so badly... At the same time, he seems so happy about being back that he couldn’t dare to take it away. Dean sighs again and announces:
- I’m going out. Don’t wait for me with lights on! – and laughs.
He drives for a half hour before he finds a dirty, weird road bar. It had become a routine in his nights after Sam’s left. It's always the same: he takes some shots of anything to get him drunk enough to pick up some random guy to fuck senseless and call him “Sammy” over and over again.
- It’s Peter.
- What?
- My name. It’s... ahn... Peter.
- Don’t mind... – he moans as he thrusts deeper and harder. The taller boy echoes his moan and comes all over the wall in front of him.
Dean repeats it every single night. And, after a couple days, when he’s leaving, Sam asks:
- Dean... Why don’t you spend a night with me? You, since... Since that night we don’t spend much time together, you know? I’ve brought a six-pack for us and-
- Sam, don’t.
- Dean, listen to me. For almost a week we’ve been hunting and been on the road all day and every night you leave to do whatever you do. I’m not even asking what you do, I’m just asking you to stay with me tonight.
- Sam, I can’t, ok?
- Why? Tonight’s chick can wait until tomorrow morning, can’t she? I haven’t seen you in five fucking months. You didn’t even come to see me at Bob’s place!
- Sam, look, I have to go now, ok? We can fight tomorrow if you want it so badly. I’m really not in the mood right now.
- It’s because I told you ‘no’? It’s because I didn’t want you to fuck me as easily as you always do with everyone else?
- What? – he screams – Of course not! I really don’t want to talk about it, ok? And I didn’t want to fuck you, damnit!
Sam laughs bitterly.
- And you kissed me for what? Fun? C’mon Dean, you felt so guilty that you didn’t answer my calls for a whole month!
- Of course I didn’t! I couldn’t! Not after—
- After what? After this?
- Wha-
Sam silences him with a kiss. It doesn’t last long. Dean pushes him away, wipes his lips and looks at him like he has suddenly got two heads.
- What the fuck do you think you’re doing?
- What do you think?
- I think you’re going nuts, dude!
- I’ve never been so sane in my whole life, Dean.
And so he kisses Dean again. This time his brother accepts the kiss and moans as he makes it deeper. When they stop kissing, Dean takes a sharp breath and whispers:
- Please tell me that you’re drunk, drugged, possessed, whatever.
- I’m not and you know that.
- Fuck. It’s not the kind of thing you do sober, you know?
- Dean, shut the fuck up, please.
They stare at each other lips like there’s nothing else in the world. As Dean talks, Sam gets closer again and licks and sucks his bottom lip. Sam encases his waist with his hands and pulls hims closer so Dean feel how hard he already is.
- Sam, you are... ! Man, what’s going on? When I tried something like that you freak out and run away! I thought you never wanted...
- I do, Dean – and he pushes his hips against Dean’s.
And, then, Dean can’t resist anyumore. He grabs Sam's ass with one hand and devours his mouth as he open his jeans with the other. Dean groans and slides both hands inside Sam’s boxers. His breath suspends when he takes his brother’s dick in his fingers. Sam moans and moves closer, begging in silence for more.
- You like this, huh? – he says as he strokes hard and rough.
- Oh, yes Dean, just like that – he sobs.
Dean takes a sharp breath. Listening his brother beg makes his own dick twitch inside his boxers. He tightens his fingers, stroking him with some cadence now. Sam’s holding himself at Dean’s shoulders, groaning in his ear as he bites his earlobe. And then, he couldn’t help himself anymore. He just needs to touch Dean, but he also knows that if he does that without permission his brother could freak out and stop everything.
- Oh Dean, please – fuck – I want to touch you... I need to.
- Fuck Sammy – he moans and bites his neck.
- Please Dean... I want to touch you, to kneel down and suck you dry, want to swallow you all... – he sobs as he fucks Dean’s fist.
Dean inhales and nods. Sam pulls his hands from his shoulders and lets them fly to Dean’s jeans. He opens them fast and pushes them down. Sam grabs his brother’s cock with his huge hands and moans as begins to stroke it gently.
- You’re so hard, Dean.
And it’s true. He’s so hard that it hurts. His dick’s heavy and every single word of Sam makes him twitch in agony.
- I want you so much, Sam... – he whispers in a particulary hard stroke.
- Dean... – Sam says in a inaudible tone – I want you to fuck me.
Dean steps back with eyes wide open and look at Sam like he said he has cancer or something like that. Sam sighs. He knows there’s no use in trying to convince Dean with words, so he just takes off his own shirt and kneels down in front of him. Without a single warning he takes Dean’s cock inside his mouth. He looks upside a little, just like saying “I know what I’m asking for...” and then close his eyes, moaning against the smooth skin, tasting him.
- Oh shit, Sam... Your mouth. God, you’re so good, Sammy... – he sobs as he lets his fingers run through his brothers hair, grabbing some.
Sam licks his cockhead with a smile and starts to apply suction. Dean tries to stay still and not fuck his brother's mouth, but when Sam grabs his ass encouraging the movement, Dean loses his mind. He’s not holding it anymore. His movements are senseless and sounds of pleasure drip out of his mouth.
After a few moments, Sam decides that’s enough. He would love to taste his brohter’s come, but for tonight he has other plans. He lets his brother’s dick out of his mouth, stands up and without making an audible invitation, walks to his own bed. Before laying down, he take of his jeans, shirt and boxers, knowing that Dean’s watching every single move he makes. He sits on the bed and extends a hand to Dean.
- Come.
- You had best be sure of it. I don’t want you to cry after, telling me that I took your virginity or something.
Sam laughs
- I have never been so sure.
Dean’s nervous, it’s obvious, but he smiles at Sam. They both want the same thing so, maybe, there’s no need to feel so fucking guilty and responsible. He’s not molesting his baby brother, after all. And, God, his dick is so hard that makes him wonder how much he’s going to last inside Sam. He almost jumps the space between him and Sam. He stops by his side and watchs as he lays down and spread his legs open.
- Strip for me, Dean. I want to see you.
Dean grins and turns his back to Sam. In a few swift movements, he takes off his shirt and jeans. And with a slow movement he pushes his boxers down and down and down. Slowly he turn around, showing all of his body to Sammy’s eager eyes. Dean blushes a little at his look. “It’s a brave new world, my friend.”, he can’t help himself of thinking. He joins Sam at bed, laying between his legs, moaning when their dicks finally slide together.
- Tell me what you want me to do with you Sammy. I want to hear.
- Oh fuck Dean.
- Yeah Sammy. You want me to fuck you? Tell me how badly you want it.
- I want you to fuck me right fucking now, Dean. Need you balls deep in me.
- Yeah? Want me filling you up till you jizz all yourself?
- Oh God... Now! – he moves his hips, searching for more friction.
- I’m not going to fuck you dry, Sam.
- Fuck you, Dean. There’s lube at nightstand.
Dean grins and doesn’t says anything. He takes the lube in his fingers and splashes it on Sam’s hole. The first finger slides so easly that he can’t hide his surprise. Sam moves his hips, fucking himself on it, moaning for more.
- Easy, tiger. Don’t wanna hurt you.
- You won't.
- Sam...
- Dean, I’ve already lubed myself, ok? So, please, hurry up.
To hear that Sam has already prepared, just like he’s waiting for it makes his dick twitch in agony again.
- Oh Sammy... Gonna come so hard inside you – and he guides himself to Sam’s asshole.
He starts thrusting into Sam’s body. He can feel him opening for him and, God, every inch makes him feel like heaven. Beneath him, Sam closes his eyes and bites his bottom lip, sweat beading on his forehead. Dean kisses his jaw and pushes himself a little more. Sam’s dick is bobbing against his belly, covered in pre-come. Dean keeps pushing until he’s completely inside Sam’s body, and then he kisses his brother good and deep. Sam clutches at his shoulders and wraps his legs around Dean’s waist.
Dean starts to move without a word, his sweat dripping on Sam’s face. Sam can’t stop asking for more and deeper and harder and Dean does as he says. At the same time, he jerks his little brother in the same rhythm of his trusts. He can fells his orgasm building, but can’t let himself come before Sam.
- C’mon, Sam... Come for me. I want to see you all covered in your come before I come inside you... Come for me, Sammy.
And Sam does.
His body trembles, comming so hard in his brother hand, covering both their bellies. His hole clenches around Dean’s dick and he looses his vision for a second. He just keeps thrusting, commng and groaning ungh, uh, ugh until he can move no more. He lets himself fall into Sam’s arms, breathing hard, trying to find some air. He can feel Sam’s smile against his cheek and smiles too.
Dean rolls to Sam’s side and looks at him with curious eyes. He has to ask.
- Why, Sam? After all, why?
- Oh, Dean... don’t.
- I have the right to know, right? I’m mean... You ran because I kissed you and, today, you beg me to sleep with me... Something just don’t sound right here, man.
- Dean... I was scared, ok? You’re my brother and everything... I needed sometime to work things out.
- Five months, dude?
- I never said it was easy...
Dean laughs.
- So, we’re good?
- I guess. I’m not running away anymore. Do you?
- Nah. All I can think about is sleep.
Sam smiles again. He could get used to this. He really could.
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