Sam kissed Dean all the way to the bed, stumbling over duffel bags and clothing along the way. He pushed his older brother down and straddled him. Dean stared up at his brother. Sam's eyes were dark with lust. It made Dean shiver. After all his flirting and teasing, he never thought it could end up like this. Sam had been his whole life growing up. By the time his younger brother hit puberty, Dean knew he was in trouble. His baby brother outgrew him. By the time he was fourteen he was already beginning to shave. He was tall and lean. Back then his hair was shoulder length. Dean always thought Sam looked like the beautiful boys in the mangas he secretly read when they weren't busy slaying.
By the time Sam turned sixteen, he was becoming a bit of a rebel. He and dad were constantly at odds and he always looked to Dean for solace after. Sometimes he would lay his head in Dean's lap, complaining while Dean soothed him, stroking his hair and reassuring him that one day they would find the thing that killed their mother and things would get back to normal.
"Dean," Sam whispered," brushing his tongue over Dean's lips and watching in fascination as Dean's own tongue darted out tracing the path. "What happened? You sort of zoned out on me."
"I was thinking about when we were younger," Dean smiled.
Sam crawled off to the side and stretched his body out facing his elder brother.
"I used to come to you for everything," Sam said, stroking his brother's chest absently.
Dean turned on his side and faced his brother. He stroked his face before cupping his chin and drawing him in for a kiss.
"Are you sure you want to come to me for this?" Dean questioned.
"Yes," Sam answered, without giving it a second thought.
Dean study the younger man, searching his eyes. He didn't want to be a consolation prize.
"Did you love her...Jesse?"
"This has nothing to do with Jesse. I...I cared about her...she was my girlfriend but..."
"But?" Dean waited as his brother struggled to find the words.
"But she wasn't you Dean. It's always been you that I wanted...loved. Do you remember the night dad...that I left?"
Dean shut his eyes for a moment. The argument, his dad yelling at Sam to get out, the question Sam asked him and the crushed look on his brother's face when he failed to answer. "I remember Sammy," Dean answered solemnly.
"When I asked you to come with me...it wasn't just to get away from dad." Sam leaned closer, kissing his brother lightly on the bridge of his nose. "I always dreamed of us being together. I used to imagine what it would be like; me going to school, you coming home after a hard days work."
"So in your fantasy, I was supporting your scrawny little ass," Dean teased, playfully patting Sam there for emphasis.
" I was going to do all the cooking and cleaning." Sam replied, bright smile on his face.
" A regular domestic goddess," Dean joked, before kissing Sam again. "Where would we live?"
"Off campus, in some dingy studio apartment with a small bed and a desk for me to study."
"Sounds wonderful."
"Dean, why did you say no...when I asked you to come with me?"
"Sammy...I...dad...I just couldn't leave him. I think it would have destroyed him."
"Your staying nearly destroyed me."
Dean saw the same hurt and frustration he'd seen nearly four years ago on his brother's face.
"I'm sorry Sam. I'm here now. I want all those things you said, but most of all, I want you."
Before Dean could finish getting the words out, Sam was on top of him, kissing him urgently, pressing his body down against his brother's.
"Dean," he groaned, pushing his older brother's legs apart and inserting himself between them.
"Sammy," Dean hissed, grasping the younger man's ass and pressing him forward.
"I want you Dean," Sam whispered, emphasizing each word with a kiss.
Sam raised Dean's legs over his hips. His cock was oozing precum. He gathered the moisture and slicked his cock.
"Are you a...a virgin," Sam asked.
Dean hesitated before answering. Visions of things he'd done to earn money flashed through his head. He willed himself to smile and give a simple answer of no. Sam watched his brother struggle for an answer.
"Dean, whatever it is...it's in the past."
Dean looked up into his brother's face. He saw love and forgiveness there.
"Sammy, please...make love to me," he panted.
Sam jacked their slick cocks together, gathering more of the sticky liguid that was steadily flowing from their hard shafts. Dean moaned and closed his eyes, the feel of their dicks rubbing together filled his senses. He couldn't find words to say let alone form those words if he wanted to.
Sam lined his cock up with Dean's hole. He gathered some more precum and used it to prepared his brother. Dean let out a short gasp of breath when Sam's fingers breached him.
"Yes Sammy," he panted.
Sam smiled. He'd never seen his brother so out of control. He loved it, made his mind up to see it more often. He nudge forward, dipping the swollen head of his cock inside of his brother. He nearly came right then and there. Sam had been with other men. He'd done a little experimenting his first year of college. He always picked older students, most of them had been poor substitutions for Dean. Sometimes he would insist they call him Sammy when he fucked them. But now he had the real thing and Dean hadn't asked him to fuck him. He'd asked him to make love to him and so he did.
Sam took his time, entering Dean gently, setting a slow rhythm inside his brother. He kissed his lips. He let his tongue travel a path from Dean's chin all the way down his throat and stopping at his nipples. He lavished attention on each one, sucking and toying with them between his teeth. He made note of each grunt, groan and squeal he could elicit from Dean. He noted how Dean's hands felt kneading his backside, roaming over his back, carding threw his hair whenever he leaned down to kiss him. Sam loved kissing Dean. His lips were soft and pliable. His mouth was warm and inviting. Sam made a mental note to find out what Dean's mouth would feel like on his cock.
Sam thrust deeper and deeper into his brother. He angled his hips, thrusting forward to make contact with Dean's prostate. He knew when he hit his mark. Dean clawed at his back and thrashed wildly on the bed. Sam moaned and took aim again and again. Dean couldn't even call his name anymore, he was reduced to hissing like a snake. A few more thrusts and Sam couldn't control himself anymore. Dean was clutching the hair at the nape of his neck and frantically bucking up against Sam. Dean's cock slapped back and forth on his belly then Sam's. Sam reached between them and jerked it hard and fast. He knew he was about to come and was doing his level best to make sure Dean came with him. "Sammy," Dean called out between gritted teeth.
His head was arched back against his pillow and the veins in his neck were bulging. Sam leaned in and kissed and bit him on his neck, sucking hard until he felt his brother's body tighten until he thought Dean would actually break in two. As he came, Dean clenched his ass, clamping down on Sam's long hard shaft. Sam let out a stream of curses before his body shook and he came collapsing on top of his brother.
Sam lay there for awhile atop his brother's heaving chest. He buried his face in Dean's neck and kissed him again and again. He felt Dean's hand pushing back his sweat soaked hair and whispering to him.
"I love you Sammy," he chanted over and over again.
Dean rolled them over and Sam slipped out of his brother.
"You want a towel," Dean offered.
Sam shook his head no, still trying to catch his breath.
"I want to stay like this for awhile. Do you mind?"
Dean smiled and shook his head no. He pulled Sam into his arms and cradled him until he heard the steady slow rhythm of Sam's breathing and knew he was asleep.