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Log; Complete
When; March 10th, whoops backdate?
Rating; NC-17
Warnings; Slash, Incest
Characters; Dean [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
no_chickflicks] and Sam [visioning]
Summary; The boys finally take their relationship to the next level.
Log;
It looked like 'Jurassic park' had come to life. Any time that day, he'd been expecting to see Mr. Hammond or Dr. Grant heading down one of the streets. A day out around the revived prehistoric creatures had been something he knew they'd never get the opportunity to do again. Ever. But that hadn't been his main reason for agreeing to go. Instead, it'd been the look on Dean's face as he'd practically bounced around the apartment after hearing the news of what had happened. That had been his main driving force into agreeing. It wasn't often he got to see his brother truly excited about something.
But their day out had been cut short the moment the sun had begun to set. Hearing the sounds of roaring creatures outside of their cages had been their first pointer to head home early. Spotting one of the giant carnivores patrolling the streets was the reason they'd promptly found themselves back in their apartment, locked up tight. Demons, spirits, they could deal with. Dinosaurs were something else entirely.
And now, instead of his usual routine of either trying to find problems, or wasting time outside, Sam was relaxing back on the sofa, eyes on the screen. Ironically, he was watching a certain dinosaur-based trilogy.
Dean sat on the other side of the room, in the big comfy chair next to the window, starring out of it at the dinosaurs roaming the streets. That morning, when Dean had gone onto the network and found out that there were dinosaurs of all things in the zoo, he couldn’t contain his excitement. Ever since he was a kid, he though dinosaurs were the coolest creatures ever, and he was always sad about the fact that they didn’t exist anymore. Their distant cousin the lizards were cool to, but they weren’t the real thing.
Naturally, Dean had convinced his brother to go to the zoo with him to go see the creatures. Dean had to say, that for someone who saw something that wasn’t supposed to exist on a daily basis, this day was awesome. Though of course, this being the city, nothing was ever just that good. No matter how cool you thought the thing was, having a Raptor chase you down the street was just not fun.
So here were the Winchester Brothers, locked up in their apartment away from the scary beasts for once. Dean watching the actual dinosaurs in the street while his brother watched them on TV.
As the credits began to run, Sam finally looked away from the screen, blinking a few times to get his eyes used to the room again. Slowly pushing himself up, Sam stretched out, making his way over to the television to switch it off. That was enough dinosaur-based fiction for the day. Especially given the current situation outside the building.
Glancing over toward Dean, Sam grinned to himself. He really did seem to like the creatures; something that hadn't changed from back when they were younger. Shaking his head lightly, Sam moved away from the sofa, heading into the kitchen, where a couple of bottles of beer were retrieved from the fridge. Feet padding almost silently, he made his way over toward Dean, stopping a short space away to glance out the window to the dinosaurs that'd taken Dean's attention for most of the day. Holding one of the bottles out, his attention wavered as he glanced sideways to Dean. It really was something to see Dean acting the way he was.
Dean snapped out of his reverie when Sam walked up next to him. No matter what it was that he was doing, Dean always knew exactly where his brother was whenever they were in the same room. He grabbed the bottle from his brother and opening it, taking a sip.
He was actually rather surprised that his brother hadn’t made fun of him so much that day. God knows Dean’s bugged Sam over his geeky-ness all the time, but for some reason Sam wasn’t bugging Dean over this, at least not a lot. Dean chuckled softly to himself, “They’re really cool, aren’t they?” That was a word Dean could not stop using, cool. Everything they saw and did was cool that day, even being chased by Raptors, though that was more of a “Oh-my-God-there-is-a-dinosaur-chasing-me” kind a cool rather than a “Look-a-dinosaur” one.
"Dork," he muttered, opening his own bottle. Taking a drink, Sam forced his attention back to the scene outside. "Guess a few of these curses aren't all that bad then." Even including the time spent outside with the escaped creatures. Sure, they may've been in danger. And sure, they'd been running for their lives. But they'd been given the chance to see the impossible. Or at least, in terms of them and their world.
Sighing to himself, Sam moved round, taking a seat on the arm of the seat Dean was sitting on. "You've been staring at them all day." Only a hint of the fact he was feeling almost...left out...managed to escape him. Another mouthful of beer, a deep breath, and Sam's hand reached out to rest against Dean's shoulder.
Dean just nodded to Sam’s first statement, and didn’t even acknowledge the ‘dork’ comment, Dean was so wrapped up at looking at the dinosaurs. When Sammy sat down on the arm of the chair and placed his hand on his shoulder, Dean leaned back into his brother, though he still looked out the window. “I know, but how often do I get to see something like this? Dude, they’re dinosaurs.”
Shaking his head slightly, Sam's gaze dropped down to his brother. He could fully understand why Dean was so set on watching the creatures, but for how much longer could he? After all, it was getting darker by the second, and the lights of the city only spread so far. It was getting harder to see them for long, given the size of the area. "You going to stay here all night then?" Until midnight?
He shrugged, not knowing how long he would sit here. Probably until he couldn’t see them any longer. He continued to sit there, leaning back against Sam and the chair, occasionally sipping his beer, starring out the window. Dean had no idea that his brother was feeling rather left out of the whole thing and being largely ignored. “Maybe.”
"Really?" He fought to keep the surprise from his voice, the only sign of how he felt being the brief tightening of his hand on Dean's shoulder. Frowning to himself, Sam took another mouthful of his drink, before reaching over to place the bottle down on the floor. Now, he'd have to make it clear. Somehow.
Dean took his eyes of the scene going on passed the pane of glass and looked at his brother’s hand when it tightened. Did Sam have a problem with his watching the dinosaurs? It sounded rather ludicrous and made no sense in Dean’s brain when he thought of it. Why would Sam have a problem with it? He shrugged the thought off as quickly as he had first thought of it. Dean could be rather oblivious to his brother when distracted.
Letting go of Dean's shoulder, Sam stood back up. The window was getting the attention he wanted, so the best way to get it back was to steal it. Moving over to the window, he took a seat on the ledge, making sure to get in the way of Dean's sight. If he wanted to keep looking, he'd probably have to move. Head cocking to the side, Sam looked back at Dean, a trace of a smirk on his face.
A small sound of loss escaped Dean’s mouth as his view was interrupted by his brother’s form. Dean looked up at Sam, looking both hurt and angry, “What’d you do that for?” He tried to crane his head to the side to see out the window again, but there was more Sammy than there was window.
Well, that'd worked to and extent. At least he realised he was even there. Though, from the look of it, Dean was still trying to get another look. "It's more comfy here." And his smirk escaped him, as he held a hand out toward Dean. As embarrassing as it may've been, he was determined to... To what?
Dean gave his brother a quizzical look. “What?” He looked from his brother’s hand to his brother’s face, wondering what it was Sammy wanted, and what it was that couldn’t wait until the curse day was over and the dinosaurs were gone.
"Come here." As simple as he could possibly put it. It wasn't often that Sam took the initiative. Especially not in cases such as this. All he knew he wanted was to get closer to Dean, and if Dean's attention was elsewhere, then there was going to be a problem.
Dean looked up at his brother, surprised. That was a voice he almost never heard come out of Sammy’s mouth. It was- weird. Not necessarily a bad weird though. The force behind the words caused Dean to shift in his seat. Dean stood, placing once of his hands in his brother’s extended one, lacing their fingers together. He stepped closer to his brother, into his personal space, letting their hands fall to their sides, still linked. “What?” His voice was softer now.
A trace of a smirk reached his face as he watched Dean finally move closer, before fading away as he glanced down. "Dean, you know..." This wasn't meant to be difficult. Not after they'd finally gotten over the fact they were... Ah. Maybe not. "...does this...still feel weird to you?"
Shifting slightly, Dean brought his other arm up behind Sam, around his waist. He thought on his brother’s question. Standing here, like this, holding his brother, being so close to him. It didn’t feel weird, not really. In the beginning it did, Dean having problems getting past the fact that Sam was his brother and they couldn’t do this. But now- Now it felt different, it felt right. Dean shook his head, “No, it doesn’t.”
Sighing slightly, Sam rested his head against Dean's chest. "Good." It meant that things had no reason to be so uncomfortable, did it? Not after everything that had happened, both before getting there and since. If only he could put theory into practice. This whole subject, it wasn't something he'd ever needed to approach before. Now, to have to actually suggest it all himself... "...you don't have to hold back anymore, you know?"
The fear that maybe Sam thought it was weird and they should stop evaporated with that one word. The hand laced with his brother’s tightened it’s grip, his thumb stroking the back of Sam’s. “Do you want me to? Let go?” His voice was soft, always soft when speaking solely to his brother, spoken directly into Sam’s ear.
His free hand rose, moving to wrap loosely around Dean's waist as he drew himself closer. "I said you could have me." Shivering slightly, he turned his head enough to look over to Dean. "I want whatever you'll give." Perhaps he didn't know the full extent of what it meant behind 'letting go'. But what he did know was that it was Dean. The same Dean that had done everything he could to keep him safe. "I trust you."
Dean simply stared at his brother for a long moment before bringing the hand from around Sam’s waist up to his brother’s cheek. He let his hand rest there, his thumb gliding over the cheekbone. He didn’t say anything, just pressed his lips against Sam’s.
Looking back at Dean, a weak smile appeared. He should've realised by now how he felt. But something had been holding his brother back from just doing as he wanted. If it hadn't been because of their relation to each other, what had it been? Shaking his head slightly, his thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind at the feel of Dean's hand on his face. At the press of lips against his, Sam was unhesitant to return the kiss himself.
Dean let his hand slide from Sam’s cheek to shoulder and down his chest and side back down to his waist. He let his hand rest there as he deepened the kiss, his tongue flicking out to Sam’s lips, asking for entrance.
Mouth opening on command, Sam's tongue slid out, running across the length of Dean's. His hand pulled back round a little, dropping to the edge of his shirt, before fingers slowly slid underneath, grazing across the skin of Dean's back.
Dean moaned softly, his hand tightening on his brother’s hip, fingers digging into the skin. He stepped forward, pushing his brother back at the same time until his brother was pressed up against the wall, next to the window. He continued to simply kiss his brother, deepening it as much he could.
Being pinned against the wall. It was something he'd once equated with something very different. A poltergeist. A certain demon. But never something like this. Not until turning up in this place. And it was something he knew he wasn't going to be able to think of in the same way again. Following Dean's lead, Sam moved easily, enjoying the mere feeling of the other being so close to him. He wasn't ever going to get tired of it.
Every other Dean had done this, pressed his body against Sam’s against a wall, he was under a curse or some other influence. He knew what it felt like, to have this body under his, but this time it felt different, more real. Dean detached his hand from Sam’s moving it over to his hip, sliding both hands up under Sam’s shirt, running his hands over the skin there.
His breath hitched in his throat as Dean's hands made their journey over his flesh. Every time Dean touched him, it felt like something new, something that only seemed better each time. Shifting a leg forward, Sam moved it to the side, giving him the space to shift his hips closer, an obvious sign of what he wanted.
His leg shifted, sliding between Sam’s, pressing against his groin. He moved his own hips closer, grinding against Sam. His slide his hands further up Sam’s stomach, his shirt sliding up as well. His moved his hands down, racking his nails in the skin. His broke the kiss, moving his mouth down along his jaw line and down his neck, licking and nibbling.
A groan tore free as he all but ground himself against Dean. Panting a little, his hands slid down to Dean's jeans, finger tucking into the waistband as he pulled himself as close as he could. His head turned, lips ghosting over Dean's ear as he spoke. "...want..." The only word he seemed to be able to manage right then.
Dean smirked into Sam’s neck before he bit down on his brother’s pulse point. He lifted his head, his mouth next to Sam’s ear and licked up the outer shell before speaking, “What do you want?” He growled softly at the end of the sentence. His pushed his hips forward, pressing them against Sam’s and pressing Sam harder against the wall.
His eyes closed, teeth clenching shut in a barely suppressed whimper. How could one simple question do so much to him? Or perhaps it was just the sound of Dean's voice, so close to him. Groaning once again, Sam had to force himself not to hit his head into the wall. The last time had been bad enough. "You," he managed to pant out, eyes cracking open as he glanced down at Dean. "Always you."
He ran his hands over Sam’s stomach and around his back, pulling him closer and stepping back, bringing Sam with him. Turning, he began to push Sam back, leading him down the hallway. He pulled his head back to flash a smirk up at Sam, “Your place or mine?” That was Dean, ever the joker no matter the situation.
Stumbling a little, it didn't take long for Sam to realise where they were heading. At Dean's question, Sam simply gave him 'the look'. Sometimes the guy just didn't know when to quit. Instead of answering, he stepped back, directing them both toward Dean's room.
Dean grinned at Sam, following him, hands never leaving Sam’s body. When they entered the room, Dean pushed Sam forward a bit before kicking the door closed with his foot. His turned them both again and pushed Sam back against the door. He moved in close again, hips against Sam’s, hands riding up under his shirt again, this time moving up and pulling the shirt off of Sam, his mouth latching onto Sam’s collarbone as quickly as the shirt hitting the floor.
His hands let go for long enough to let his shirt be pulled off. The second it had, his hands were back on Dean again, one sliding up under his shirt and pulling him close. The other moved to Dean's head, fingers tangling into short hair. Biting back a groan, his head ducked forward, mouth moving to the skin of Dean's neck as he began his own trail back across toward his mouth.
A low moan left his mouth, one hand ran over Sam’s shoulder, nails digging. He ground his hips against Sam, pressing his body as close as he could. Their lips met again, Dean devouring Sam’s mouth in a hungry kiss. He stepped back, pulling Sam with him, making their way over to the bed. When the back of his knees hit the bed, he let himself fall back onto it, bringing Sam down with him, never breaking the kiss.
Again, Sam found himself following without hesitation, as the pair made their way toward the bed. Smirking into the kiss a little, his hands were forced to release Dean as they dropped onto the bed, each being placed out to ensure that he didn't fall onto the other. The moment they were laid flat, Sam's hand was back under Dean's shirt, running a trail upward as he shifted to rest alongside him.
Dean turned to face Sam and placed a hand on his shoulder. He pushed down, so Sam was laying on his back and followed over so that he was on top, pressing Sam down into the mattress. He brought his leg over so that he was straddling his brother. He sat up and pulled his shirt up over his head, throwing it to the side.
Finding himself suddenly underneath Dean, Sam could only look up at the other. He took the opportunity to try and catch his breath, instead a tentative hand raised up, fingers tracing lightly along the side of Dean's face, as though committing each touch to memory.
Dean leaned forward, holding himself up with one hand on each side of Sam’s shoulders. He starred down at his brother, lifting one hand up to do the same to his brother’s face. After a moment he lowered his head to press his lips against his brother’s.
His hands dropped to Dean's waist, resting lightly on both skin and material. Kissing back gently, Sam lifted his head a little, doing his best to keep from pulling Dean against him. He wanted to remember this; every part of it. And trying to speed things up wasn't something he wanted to do.
The kiss was slow, a press of lips against lips. Dean stretched his legs out, lowering himself onto his brother. He moved one leg over, to lay it between Sam’s. He brought his knee up slightly, pressing down, but not by much.
It seemed that Dean was set on making it as difficult as he could. Tugging a little on the waistband of Dean's jeans, Sam's hand slid round to the front, stopping by the fastenings. Pulling back a little from the kiss, Sam managed to grit out an almost breathless "jerk" before he ended up shifting down a little, trying to find that friction he really wanted.
Dean pushed his hips down against Sam’s, pressing him hard against the mattress. He chuckled into Sam’s neck before retorting with the standard “bitch”. Dean reached a hand down to the front of his brother’s jeans, slowing unbuttoning them.
A low moan escaped in response, his hands moving round to almost claw at Dean's back, trying to draw him closer. Though judging from the fact he didn't seem to be able to move upward himself, it didn't look a likely result. That left him with nothing to do until Dean began trying to undo his jeans. Watching Dean in almost silence, Sam tried to get himself back under some form of control yet again.
Finally Dean got Sam’s jeans undone. He lifted his hips up, kneeling over Sam now. He opened Sam’s jeans, sliding a hand inside, rubbing against the hardness he found there. Dean shifted to the side, leaning on his arm while the other one moved inside his brother’s jeans. He pressed his face into his brother’s neck again.
So much for that idea. Breathing heavily, Sam all but bucked forward, arching into Dean's touch. Eyes screwing shut, his hands dropped to the bed, fisting into the covers as he forced himself to speak. "D-Dean..." A deep breath. "...want...you."
Dean pressed down against his brothers thrust, moving his hand at the same time, creating friction. After a moment he pulled his hand out and shifted so that he was kneeling between his brother’s legs. He ran his hands down Sam’s chest to his hips, grabbing onto his brother’s jeans and pulling them down ever so slowly. Dean always liked to torture his partners.
Doing his best to continue breathing, Sam only vaguely noticed the fact that Dean was starting to remove his jeans. Lifting his hips from the bed, Sam waited for them to be pulled down, before dropping back to the bed. But...his jeans were still half-on? "Dean!"
Dean laughed at his brother’s impatience as he finished pulling of the jeans and throwing them to the other side of the room. “Patience is a virtue Brother Dear.” Dean’s voice was rather playful. He bent down and kissed a trail up his brother’s chest to his nipples. He bit down on own of them, licking and nipping.
"Not one I want." At least, not for this. His eyes tracked Dean's path, before his head dropped back to the bed, a low moan echoing out of him as Dean attacked his chest once again. A hand moved to entwine itself in Dean's hair, tugging on the dark strands. This was almost like torture.
Dean moved past his brother’s nipples and up to his neck and eventually to his mouth. He kissed his brother deeply, his tongue delving into his brother’s mouth and gliding over the soft palette at the roof of his mouth. He pushed his hips down, the roughness of his jeans rubbing through the thin fabric of his brother’s boxers.
His hand was back at the front of Dean's jeans, even as he focused on returning the kiss. Sucking gently on the invading tongue, the hand behind Dean's head pulled closer, its grip unyielding. Tugging on the fastenings, Sam cursed the fact he didn't have more hands, instead resorting to tugging on the material until the buttons eventually undid.
Dean pushed his hips down against Sam’s hand, knowing it probably wouldn’t help much with getting his pants undone, but Dean liked making things difficult for his brother, and he wanted to take this slowly. Dean smirked into Sam’s mouth and let Sam finish undoing his jeans. When he got the buttons undone, he reached down with one hand to help Sam push the jeans down off of his hips.
He really was trying to make this all harder than it was meant to be. However, he soon managed to undo the zipper, finding some relief in the fact that Dean was at least helping him to pull his jeans off after they'd been undone. A sigh of relief, and Sam pulled back a little from the kiss, taking the chance to just look at Dean again. Hands trailing down Dean's back, they came to a rest on his waist, one of his knees bending to lever his hips up to brush against Dean.
As Sam raised his hips up, Dean brought his hips down to meet them before pulling back from his brother and standing up at the end of the bed. He shucked off his jeans quickly and followed with his underwear. He bent down over the bed and kissed his brother’s abdomen right beneath his navel before pulling his brother’s boxers down and off, dropping them to floor. He looked up at his brother, smirking, while kissing over across his hip.
Sam's eyes followed Dean as he stood up, never wavering from his face. At least, that was the case up until he heard the telltale sounds of jeans hitting the floor. He watched as Dean pulled off his last item of clothing, leaving him completely naked. It took a lot to keep himself from dragging him back down, and luckily it paid off. Almost squirming beneath his touch, Sam felt both relief and annoyance as his own underwear was removed. What little friction he still had, had been lost. Staring down at Dean, an impatient look took over, only made worse by the obvious want that still hadn't left him.
Dean’s smirked widened at the look of sheer lust and want in Sam’s eyes. He crawled up the bed so that he starred directly down into Sam’s eyes. He pushed his hips to meet Sam’s then raised them slightly and pushing down again, creating a slow pace of thrusting. One hand caressed the side of Sam’s face before moving into his hair, gripping lightly and releasing. Dean leaned down to kiss Sam.
Great. So now he was planning to just tease him? "Dean!" He was getting impatient now. He wanted... Dean started moving, a loud groan escaping in response. He wanted just that. Deepening the kiss, Sam lifted a leg, wrapping it around on of Dean's in order to grind himself as close as he could manage.
A moan escaped from Dean’s throat as Sam pulled his hips closer. He ground down hard against Sam, finally loosing that bit of slow that seemed to be driving Sam crazy. He broke the kiss, panting slightly. “Lube.” Dean seemed to be reduced to one word responses at this point.
Head falling back against the bed again, Sam took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself again. "Huh?" It took a moment for the single word to make any sense to him. Right, lube. "Get it." Not that he wanted Dean to leave, but it was better now than later.
He pressed a quick kiss against his brother’s mouth before rolling away from Sam to one of the bedside tables. Opening the drawer, he reached in a grabbed the tube of lube he kept there and a condom. Always good to be prepared. He rolled back over to his brother, placing the items next to them on the bed. He looked down at Sam. “Are you sure? No going back.”
He watched blankly as the items were placed alongside them. Staring across, he turned silent, weighing up the options. He knew exactly what it was that was going to happen. Well, in theory at least. Not that he'd ever admit to having 'researched' it earlier. And he knew that it'd be Dean and not some random stranger. But was he ready to...change everything. As Dean had said, there was no going back. Not from this. Another deep breath, and Sam turned back to look up at Dean. Slowly a weak smile appeared, if a little worried. A hand moved to Dean's cheek as he nodded. "I'm sure."
Dean continued to look in his brother’s eyes, a hand coming up to brush over his cheek. “You don’t look sure.” He wanted Sam to be completely sure about this. Once it happened, things could never go back to being the same as before. They could never go back to being just brothers after this.
"Dean, you know I trust you. More than anything." It was something that hadn't ever changed, even if he'd wanted to believe otherwise. But this was something different. Trust wasn't an issue. It was more... "...I've...not done this before."
Dean starred down at his brother for a long moment, caressing Sam‘s cheek again, thumb running over the cheekbone. Dean nodded once, “Alright.” His voice was soft, barely registering above the sounds from outside their apartment. Dean leaned down and kissed his brother, though this time the kiss was slow and leisurely, rather than the heated ones they had shared before. The hand that was on Sam’s cheek moved down his brother’s chest, over his side and down to his hip.
His hand slid round to the back of Dean's neck, fingers threading into short strands of hair. Sighing to himself, his smile grew stronger, the worry slowly fading. As much as he may've been...scared...about what was going to happen, he had no reason to worry about it for long. It was Dean after all. He wasn't going to do anything that Sam didn't want, as had been proved countless times before. Kissing back gently, his eyes slid shut as he tugged Dean closer to him.
Dean moved with Sam’s pull, pressing fully against his brother’s side. He removed his hand from his brother’s hip and reached up to where he has placed to lube after retrieving it. Snapping it open, Dean covered his fingers in it before moving his hand in between his brother’s legs. He continued to kiss his brother, hoping for the distraction to help his brother relax as his index finger circled Sam’s entrance before pressing in slightly.
He only vaguely noticed Dean's hand moving away from him, content to just enjoy the feel of his brother so close to him. However, even being preoccupied didn't stop him from flinching at the feel of Dean's fingers slowly pushing into him. Breath hitching, Sam's eyes reopened, staring ahead at Dean as he tried to ignore the intrusion. Relax. He knew that was all he needed to do. Now to just do it.
As his brother flinched and tensed, Dean pulled back to look at his brother, freezing his hand where it was. “Calm down, Sammy, relax.” Dean leaned down and kissed his brother again, pressing his lips down over his brother’s jaw, to whisper nonsense words into Sam’s ear, letting the waterfall of his voice calm him down.
"...I am." Or at least, he would be, soon enough. As Dean began trying to calm him down, Sam rested his forehead against Dean's shoulder, taking a few deep breaths to try and calm himself down. After a few moments he nodded, shifting his head slightly to brush his lips across the skin of Dean's neck.
Dean nuzzled his brother’s neck ever so slightly when he felt Sam relax. He pushed his finger in more, letting Sam get used to the feeling before pulling it out and thrusting in again, repeating the motion to stretch him. He didn’t want to hurt Sam, he never wanted to hurt Sam. Pressing a kiss to Sam’s neck, Dean waited for a signal from his brother saying he was ready for more.
It took a few extra moments before Sam finally felt himself relax enough to speak once again. Pulling back a little, he smiled slightly at Dean. Another deep breath, and Sam finally spoke, his voice low as though afraid to break the moment. "...it's okay." A little uncomfortable, but it wasn't hurting.
“Okay..” Dean couldn’t really think of anything else to say. He pulled back at the same time Sam did and watched him for a moment. He pressed his lips to Sam’s in a chaste kiss. He pulled his finger out of Sam for a moment before replacing it with two.
His head ducked down again, eyes closing as he moved back to rest against Dean's shoulder once more. This time wasn't as bad. He knew what to expect, and he at least managed to keep breathing. The only sign of his discomfort was the brief clenching of his hand in Dean's hair.
Whenever Sam’s hand clenched in his short hair, Dean would slow his ministrations until the hand would release it’s tight grip. He was so careful, wanting this to be good for Sam. Dean never was one for what he liked to call chick flick moments, but try as he might, he couldn’t avoid him, not with Sam as his brother. When it felt like Sam was ready, Dean inserted another finger, scissoring and stretching Sam.
As strange as it may've felt, Sam couldn't help but let out a quiet moan. His breaths sped up a little, before he was finally shifting back against Dean's fingers, all thoughts of pain or discomfort forgotten in place of thoughts of what was about to happen. Turning a little, his lips pressed against Dean's as he instigated a kiss of his own.
A smirk crossed Dean’s face at the moan emitted from his brother’s throat. The way Sam was moving against him, pushing back on his fingers as he thrusting them into Sam, he knew Sam was ready now. He kissed Sam back, lips moving as he pulled his fingers out and reached over for the condom. He shifted over, kneeling between Sam’s legs, lifting them at the knee and spreading them. Dean pulled back from Sam, but only far enough so that he could slip the condom on over his member.
Dean leaned forward over Sam, pressing a quick kiss to his brother’s lips. “Ready?” He had to ask, just to be sure.
His legs moved easily, an annoyed expression escaping him for the few brief moments that he lost contact with Dean. Had it been a different situation, Sam would've instead be complaining, partly due to the smirk that Dean sported. Watching as his brother finished preparing, Sam edged closer, almost impatiently. This was taking too long, and at the same time, it was coming all too soon. A raised eyebrow was his first response to the question, before his hands were tugging at Dean, an obvious response. He was more than ready.
Dean pressed another kiss to his brother’s lips. He continued to kiss his brother as he pressed forward, pushing himself into Sam inch by inch, pausing anytime his brother showed any sort of discomfort. Sometimes Dean could just be too careful, but he felt it was better to be safe than sorry.
His grip tightened, teeth gritting together despite trying to ignore the pain. It wasn't pain per se, more a feeling of...something he couldn't describe. It hurt, but at the same time, it felt almost...right? The sound of deep breaths seemed to be the only noise he made for the longest of moments, his eyes fixed on Dean above him.
Dean paused once he was fully inside Sam, breathing heavily. He wanted to close his eyes, like he normally did at this point, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Sam’s. He didn’t move, as much as he wanted to, letting Sam adjust to this new feeling, to Dean inside him.
Another deep breath, another thread of discomfort, and Sam was shifting a little, trying his best to get used to the feeling. Taking some time to relax once again, Sam's near-death grip on Dean released, instead resting gently on his skin. Pulling his brothers head down, Sam paused a brief moment, before placing a soft kiss on Dean's lips. A sign of the fact he was about as ready as he was going to get.
Lips moving softly against Sam’s, Dean pulled almost the entire way out before thrusting back in, his hips moving slowly in and out, all the while kissing his brother. Dean brought one hand up and brushed Sam’s hair back from his forehead, running his fingers through the sweat-soaked strands. He moaned softly as he thrust into Sam, his hips starting to speed up ever so slightly as Sam got more accustomed.
That whole breathing thing? It was now out the window. Collapsing back against the bed, Sam was forced to break the kiss from his end, instead focusing on the feel of the body move above him, over him, in him. "...Dean." The single word came out disguised as a moan. A moan that seemed to grow into another...and another. Each move that Dean made caused a fresh wave to break free from his throat.
Sam’s moaning spurred Dean on, his thrusting becoming more hurried, more rushed. He leaned his head down, resting his forehead on Sam’s shoulder, breathing heavily into his brother’s neck. Dean moaned again, softly. One would think that he would be loud during sex, but the truth was he wasn’t.
It'd been too long. Much too long. And now, to be in this position, with Dean of all people, wasn't something he was soon going to forget. And judging from how they'd been so far, he doubted either of them were planning to. Lifting on of his legs from the bed, it moved to wrap around Dean's waist, drawing him deeper with each thrust. Probably not a good idea when you're already failing at keeping your voice down. His hands slid to Dean's back, scraping gentle paths across his skin, keeping himself as close to Dean as possible.
Dean gritted his teeth and hissed as Sam’s nails dragged through his skin. Dean’s hips began to move faster and faster, thrusting harder and harder. He bit down on Sam’s shoulder, lightly nipping at the skin. A light sheen of sweat was starting to cover Dean’s skin now. Dean could hardly believe that this was actually happening. That he was here with Sam, like this.
The briefest of smirks, and Sam clenched down around Dean, before he found himself struggling for breath. This was unlike anything he'd ever done before, but he was soon realising just how much he liked it. Liked this. Liked...being with Dean, in every possible sense. The only question was, why had it all taken so long to happen? A loud groan, and all thoughts were lost, his eyes squeezing shut as his finger tightened on Dean's hips.
Dean’s breath hitched into a moan as Sam clenched, a groan escaping his throat. “God- Sam…” His voice was breathless and raw with need and lust. “So- tight.” His voice was strained with the effort to not get out of control. He didn’t want to be rough with Sam. The hand in Sam’s hair clenched and his breathing became more ragged.
To know that he was the one causing these reactions from Dean, was more than he ever wanted. Another clench, and Sam soon found himself shifting back in time to Dean's thrusts. His hands dropped to the bed, hands winding tightly into the blankets in an effort to keep from hurting Dean. It was all just...too much. Forcing his eyes open, Sam glanced sideways to Dean, his moans growing louder from the sight of his brother alone.
A strangled moan left his throat as Sam continued to clench and push back against him. He bit down into Sam’s shoulder again, harder this time, as his hand clenched tighter in Sam’s hair, pulling his head back slightly. Dean lifted his head, looking down at his brother, his eyes dark. His movements becoming a but more frantic.
Tracking Dean's movements, it wasn't long before Sam was surging forward, his mouth closing in on Dean's, despite that whole breathing problem. It was worth it after all. Arching up toward Dean, his eyes were forced shut again by the sudden increase in friction, the shift of position, the rapidly spreading warmth. All caused by one man alone. He wasn't ever going to get used to this.
Dean’s eyes fell shut at the first press of lips to his. He opened his mouth to Sam’s, his tongue surging forward into Sam’s mouth. The hand in Sam’s hair released its grip and moved down in between their moving bodies. His fingers closed around Sam’s cock, the thumb gliding over the head, his hand pumping.
That did it. Any idea of trying to keep his voice down, was lost. A loud groan, muffled by Dean's own mouth, tore free, refusing to stay inside any longer. His hands were back on Dean again, drawing himself up against his brother, despite the sudden urge to grind forward against his hand. "D-Dea-n..." His mouth trailed round to Dean's shoulder, burying itself in the crook of his neck, in an effort to stifle the sounds he couldn't seem to stop making.
Dean smirked down at Sam at his lack of restraint. The moans Sam kept emitting went straight down into Sam’s groin, making it twitch. He was thrusting with more abandon now, getting close to the edge, his hand moving faster on Sam’s own member. “S-Sam- so close-” His voice cracked as he spoke.
Panting with each and every stroke, Sam was unable to form a response, instead opting to just tighten his grip. Slick with sweat, and trapped below Dean, Sam was forced to move his head once again, freeing it to allow some supply of air. How little that helped. "Dean...f-fuck..." Talking would have to wait till later. Much later. Instead, Sam was arching upward once again, this time finding the exact friction he both wanted and needed. An almost feral growl and Sam's eyes screwed shut, his vision turning white as the familiar feeling washed over him.
A low deep groan was let loose from Dean’s throat as Sam came, the muscles clenching around Dean sending him over the edge. His hips jerked forward in a couple more thrusts and he groaned low once again as he himself came. His body tensed, head falling forward, his forehead almost touching Sam’s. Dean let himself fall onto his brother, panting heavily. He pressed a lazy kiss to Sam’s neck.
Feeling the change, Sam forced his eyes open, watching as Dean finally came. It was a sight he wouldn't soon forget. Breathing heavily, Sam began trying to get enough air into his lungs to at least manage a single word. Or, as it seemed to be, just enough to live. As Dean collapsed against him, a faint smirk appeared. If he'd been able to, this would be the time another comment about him being heavy would've appeared. Instead, his arms simply wrapped around Dean's waist, his head dropping tiredly back against the bed.
Dean shifted, lifting himself up. He carefully pulled out of Sam, groaning. He kissed Sam briefly before getting out of the bed and quickly making a trip to the bathroom to grab a cloth. He wasn’t gone long, making his way back over to Sam. Once he climbed back onto the bed, he gently cleaned off Sam’s stomach and legs. He threw the cloth in the general direction of the bathroom before stretching out half on half off of Sam, a possessive arm thrown around his waist.
“Mine” The word was whispered softly into Sam’s neck, a lazy sleepy smirk appearing on Dean’s mouth.
His eyes opened tiredly, tracking Dean's movements as he left the bed. A small shiver passed through him at the sudden loss of warmth, though it was soon stifled as Dean retook his position alongside him. Re-wrapping his arm around Dean's waist, Sam gave a weak smirk of his own. "...yours."
The sleepy smirk turned more into a smile at that one whispered word. His arm tightened around Sam’s waist and he nuzzled his brother lazily, slowly drifting off into a slumber, knowing that Sam was going to join him soon.
His free arm moved out, tugging weakly at the blankets to provide some kind of cover. However, he gave up mere moments later. Too much trouble. Instead, Sam relaxed back against the bed, content to just stay as close to Dean as he could. One final push to place a soft kiss against Dean's forehead, and Sam finally fell back against the bed, his eyes drifting shut despite himself. Sleep was a good idea.
Rating; NC-17
Warnings; Slash, Incest
Characters; Dean [
no_chickflicks] and Sam [visioning]Summary; The boys finally take their relationship to the next level.
Log;
It looked like 'Jurassic park' had come to life. Any time that day, he'd been expecting to see Mr. Hammond or Dr. Grant heading down one of the streets. A day out around the revived prehistoric creatures had been something he knew they'd never get the opportunity to do again. Ever. But that hadn't been his main reason for agreeing to go. Instead, it'd been the look on Dean's face as he'd practically bounced around the apartment after hearing the news of what had happened. That had been his main driving force into agreeing. It wasn't often he got to see his brother truly excited about something.
But their day out had been cut short the moment the sun had begun to set. Hearing the sounds of roaring creatures outside of their cages had been their first pointer to head home early. Spotting one of the giant carnivores patrolling the streets was the reason they'd promptly found themselves back in their apartment, locked up tight. Demons, spirits, they could deal with. Dinosaurs were something else entirely.
And now, instead of his usual routine of either trying to find problems, or wasting time outside, Sam was relaxing back on the sofa, eyes on the screen. Ironically, he was watching a certain dinosaur-based trilogy.
Dean sat on the other side of the room, in the big comfy chair next to the window, starring out of it at the dinosaurs roaming the streets. That morning, when Dean had gone onto the network and found out that there were dinosaurs of all things in the zoo, he couldn’t contain his excitement. Ever since he was a kid, he though dinosaurs were the coolest creatures ever, and he was always sad about the fact that they didn’t exist anymore. Their distant cousin the lizards were cool to, but they weren’t the real thing.
Naturally, Dean had convinced his brother to go to the zoo with him to go see the creatures. Dean had to say, that for someone who saw something that wasn’t supposed to exist on a daily basis, this day was awesome. Though of course, this being the city, nothing was ever just that good. No matter how cool you thought the thing was, having a Raptor chase you down the street was just not fun.
So here were the Winchester Brothers, locked up in their apartment away from the scary beasts for once. Dean watching the actual dinosaurs in the street while his brother watched them on TV.
As the credits began to run, Sam finally looked away from the screen, blinking a few times to get his eyes used to the room again. Slowly pushing himself up, Sam stretched out, making his way over to the television to switch it off. That was enough dinosaur-based fiction for the day. Especially given the current situation outside the building.
Glancing over toward Dean, Sam grinned to himself. He really did seem to like the creatures; something that hadn't changed from back when they were younger. Shaking his head lightly, Sam moved away from the sofa, heading into the kitchen, where a couple of bottles of beer were retrieved from the fridge. Feet padding almost silently, he made his way over toward Dean, stopping a short space away to glance out the window to the dinosaurs that'd taken Dean's attention for most of the day. Holding one of the bottles out, his attention wavered as he glanced sideways to Dean. It really was something to see Dean acting the way he was.
Dean snapped out of his reverie when Sam walked up next to him. No matter what it was that he was doing, Dean always knew exactly where his brother was whenever they were in the same room. He grabbed the bottle from his brother and opening it, taking a sip.
He was actually rather surprised that his brother hadn’t made fun of him so much that day. God knows Dean’s bugged Sam over his geeky-ness all the time, but for some reason Sam wasn’t bugging Dean over this, at least not a lot. Dean chuckled softly to himself, “They’re really cool, aren’t they?” That was a word Dean could not stop using, cool. Everything they saw and did was cool that day, even being chased by Raptors, though that was more of a “Oh-my-God-there-is-a-dinosaur-chasing-me” kind a cool rather than a “Look-a-dinosaur” one.
"Dork," he muttered, opening his own bottle. Taking a drink, Sam forced his attention back to the scene outside. "Guess a few of these curses aren't all that bad then." Even including the time spent outside with the escaped creatures. Sure, they may've been in danger. And sure, they'd been running for their lives. But they'd been given the chance to see the impossible. Or at least, in terms of them and their world.
Sighing to himself, Sam moved round, taking a seat on the arm of the seat Dean was sitting on. "You've been staring at them all day." Only a hint of the fact he was feeling almost...left out...managed to escape him. Another mouthful of beer, a deep breath, and Sam's hand reached out to rest against Dean's shoulder.
Dean just nodded to Sam’s first statement, and didn’t even acknowledge the ‘dork’ comment, Dean was so wrapped up at looking at the dinosaurs. When Sammy sat down on the arm of the chair and placed his hand on his shoulder, Dean leaned back into his brother, though he still looked out the window. “I know, but how often do I get to see something like this? Dude, they’re dinosaurs.”
Shaking his head slightly, Sam's gaze dropped down to his brother. He could fully understand why Dean was so set on watching the creatures, but for how much longer could he? After all, it was getting darker by the second, and the lights of the city only spread so far. It was getting harder to see them for long, given the size of the area. "You going to stay here all night then?" Until midnight?
He shrugged, not knowing how long he would sit here. Probably until he couldn’t see them any longer. He continued to sit there, leaning back against Sam and the chair, occasionally sipping his beer, starring out the window. Dean had no idea that his brother was feeling rather left out of the whole thing and being largely ignored. “Maybe.”
"Really?" He fought to keep the surprise from his voice, the only sign of how he felt being the brief tightening of his hand on Dean's shoulder. Frowning to himself, Sam took another mouthful of his drink, before reaching over to place the bottle down on the floor. Now, he'd have to make it clear. Somehow.
Dean took his eyes of the scene going on passed the pane of glass and looked at his brother’s hand when it tightened. Did Sam have a problem with his watching the dinosaurs? It sounded rather ludicrous and made no sense in Dean’s brain when he thought of it. Why would Sam have a problem with it? He shrugged the thought off as quickly as he had first thought of it. Dean could be rather oblivious to his brother when distracted.
Letting go of Dean's shoulder, Sam stood back up. The window was getting the attention he wanted, so the best way to get it back was to steal it. Moving over to the window, he took a seat on the ledge, making sure to get in the way of Dean's sight. If he wanted to keep looking, he'd probably have to move. Head cocking to the side, Sam looked back at Dean, a trace of a smirk on his face.
A small sound of loss escaped Dean’s mouth as his view was interrupted by his brother’s form. Dean looked up at Sam, looking both hurt and angry, “What’d you do that for?” He tried to crane his head to the side to see out the window again, but there was more Sammy than there was window.
Well, that'd worked to and extent. At least he realised he was even there. Though, from the look of it, Dean was still trying to get another look. "It's more comfy here." And his smirk escaped him, as he held a hand out toward Dean. As embarrassing as it may've been, he was determined to... To what?
Dean gave his brother a quizzical look. “What?” He looked from his brother’s hand to his brother’s face, wondering what it was Sammy wanted, and what it was that couldn’t wait until the curse day was over and the dinosaurs were gone.
"Come here." As simple as he could possibly put it. It wasn't often that Sam took the initiative. Especially not in cases such as this. All he knew he wanted was to get closer to Dean, and if Dean's attention was elsewhere, then there was going to be a problem.
Dean looked up at his brother, surprised. That was a voice he almost never heard come out of Sammy’s mouth. It was- weird. Not necessarily a bad weird though. The force behind the words caused Dean to shift in his seat. Dean stood, placing once of his hands in his brother’s extended one, lacing their fingers together. He stepped closer to his brother, into his personal space, letting their hands fall to their sides, still linked. “What?” His voice was softer now.
A trace of a smirk reached his face as he watched Dean finally move closer, before fading away as he glanced down. "Dean, you know..." This wasn't meant to be difficult. Not after they'd finally gotten over the fact they were... Ah. Maybe not. "...does this...still feel weird to you?"
Shifting slightly, Dean brought his other arm up behind Sam, around his waist. He thought on his brother’s question. Standing here, like this, holding his brother, being so close to him. It didn’t feel weird, not really. In the beginning it did, Dean having problems getting past the fact that Sam was his brother and they couldn’t do this. But now- Now it felt different, it felt right. Dean shook his head, “No, it doesn’t.”
Sighing slightly, Sam rested his head against Dean's chest. "Good." It meant that things had no reason to be so uncomfortable, did it? Not after everything that had happened, both before getting there and since. If only he could put theory into practice. This whole subject, it wasn't something he'd ever needed to approach before. Now, to have to actually suggest it all himself... "...you don't have to hold back anymore, you know?"
The fear that maybe Sam thought it was weird and they should stop evaporated with that one word. The hand laced with his brother’s tightened it’s grip, his thumb stroking the back of Sam’s. “Do you want me to? Let go?” His voice was soft, always soft when speaking solely to his brother, spoken directly into Sam’s ear.
His free hand rose, moving to wrap loosely around Dean's waist as he drew himself closer. "I said you could have me." Shivering slightly, he turned his head enough to look over to Dean. "I want whatever you'll give." Perhaps he didn't know the full extent of what it meant behind 'letting go'. But what he did know was that it was Dean. The same Dean that had done everything he could to keep him safe. "I trust you."
Dean simply stared at his brother for a long moment before bringing the hand from around Sam’s waist up to his brother’s cheek. He let his hand rest there, his thumb gliding over the cheekbone. He didn’t say anything, just pressed his lips against Sam’s.
Looking back at Dean, a weak smile appeared. He should've realised by now how he felt. But something had been holding his brother back from just doing as he wanted. If it hadn't been because of their relation to each other, what had it been? Shaking his head slightly, his thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind at the feel of Dean's hand on his face. At the press of lips against his, Sam was unhesitant to return the kiss himself.
Dean let his hand slide from Sam’s cheek to shoulder and down his chest and side back down to his waist. He let his hand rest there as he deepened the kiss, his tongue flicking out to Sam’s lips, asking for entrance.
Mouth opening on command, Sam's tongue slid out, running across the length of Dean's. His hand pulled back round a little, dropping to the edge of his shirt, before fingers slowly slid underneath, grazing across the skin of Dean's back.
Dean moaned softly, his hand tightening on his brother’s hip, fingers digging into the skin. He stepped forward, pushing his brother back at the same time until his brother was pressed up against the wall, next to the window. He continued to simply kiss his brother, deepening it as much he could.
Being pinned against the wall. It was something he'd once equated with something very different. A poltergeist. A certain demon. But never something like this. Not until turning up in this place. And it was something he knew he wasn't going to be able to think of in the same way again. Following Dean's lead, Sam moved easily, enjoying the mere feeling of the other being so close to him. He wasn't ever going to get tired of it.
Every other Dean had done this, pressed his body against Sam’s against a wall, he was under a curse or some other influence. He knew what it felt like, to have this body under his, but this time it felt different, more real. Dean detached his hand from Sam’s moving it over to his hip, sliding both hands up under Sam’s shirt, running his hands over the skin there.
His breath hitched in his throat as Dean's hands made their journey over his flesh. Every time Dean touched him, it felt like something new, something that only seemed better each time. Shifting a leg forward, Sam moved it to the side, giving him the space to shift his hips closer, an obvious sign of what he wanted.
His leg shifted, sliding between Sam’s, pressing against his groin. He moved his own hips closer, grinding against Sam. His slide his hands further up Sam’s stomach, his shirt sliding up as well. His moved his hands down, racking his nails in the skin. His broke the kiss, moving his mouth down along his jaw line and down his neck, licking and nibbling.
A groan tore free as he all but ground himself against Dean. Panting a little, his hands slid down to Dean's jeans, finger tucking into the waistband as he pulled himself as close as he could. His head turned, lips ghosting over Dean's ear as he spoke. "...want..." The only word he seemed to be able to manage right then.
Dean smirked into Sam’s neck before he bit down on his brother’s pulse point. He lifted his head, his mouth next to Sam’s ear and licked up the outer shell before speaking, “What do you want?” He growled softly at the end of the sentence. His pushed his hips forward, pressing them against Sam’s and pressing Sam harder against the wall.
His eyes closed, teeth clenching shut in a barely suppressed whimper. How could one simple question do so much to him? Or perhaps it was just the sound of Dean's voice, so close to him. Groaning once again, Sam had to force himself not to hit his head into the wall. The last time had been bad enough. "You," he managed to pant out, eyes cracking open as he glanced down at Dean. "Always you."
He ran his hands over Sam’s stomach and around his back, pulling him closer and stepping back, bringing Sam with him. Turning, he began to push Sam back, leading him down the hallway. He pulled his head back to flash a smirk up at Sam, “Your place or mine?” That was Dean, ever the joker no matter the situation.
Stumbling a little, it didn't take long for Sam to realise where they were heading. At Dean's question, Sam simply gave him 'the look'. Sometimes the guy just didn't know when to quit. Instead of answering, he stepped back, directing them both toward Dean's room.
Dean grinned at Sam, following him, hands never leaving Sam’s body. When they entered the room, Dean pushed Sam forward a bit before kicking the door closed with his foot. His turned them both again and pushed Sam back against the door. He moved in close again, hips against Sam’s, hands riding up under his shirt again, this time moving up and pulling the shirt off of Sam, his mouth latching onto Sam’s collarbone as quickly as the shirt hitting the floor.
His hands let go for long enough to let his shirt be pulled off. The second it had, his hands were back on Dean again, one sliding up under his shirt and pulling him close. The other moved to Dean's head, fingers tangling into short hair. Biting back a groan, his head ducked forward, mouth moving to the skin of Dean's neck as he began his own trail back across toward his mouth.
A low moan left his mouth, one hand ran over Sam’s shoulder, nails digging. He ground his hips against Sam, pressing his body as close as he could. Their lips met again, Dean devouring Sam’s mouth in a hungry kiss. He stepped back, pulling Sam with him, making their way over to the bed. When the back of his knees hit the bed, he let himself fall back onto it, bringing Sam down with him, never breaking the kiss.
Again, Sam found himself following without hesitation, as the pair made their way toward the bed. Smirking into the kiss a little, his hands were forced to release Dean as they dropped onto the bed, each being placed out to ensure that he didn't fall onto the other. The moment they were laid flat, Sam's hand was back under Dean's shirt, running a trail upward as he shifted to rest alongside him.
Dean turned to face Sam and placed a hand on his shoulder. He pushed down, so Sam was laying on his back and followed over so that he was on top, pressing Sam down into the mattress. He brought his leg over so that he was straddling his brother. He sat up and pulled his shirt up over his head, throwing it to the side.
Finding himself suddenly underneath Dean, Sam could only look up at the other. He took the opportunity to try and catch his breath, instead a tentative hand raised up, fingers tracing lightly along the side of Dean's face, as though committing each touch to memory.
Dean leaned forward, holding himself up with one hand on each side of Sam’s shoulders. He starred down at his brother, lifting one hand up to do the same to his brother’s face. After a moment he lowered his head to press his lips against his brother’s.
His hands dropped to Dean's waist, resting lightly on both skin and material. Kissing back gently, Sam lifted his head a little, doing his best to keep from pulling Dean against him. He wanted to remember this; every part of it. And trying to speed things up wasn't something he wanted to do.
The kiss was slow, a press of lips against lips. Dean stretched his legs out, lowering himself onto his brother. He moved one leg over, to lay it between Sam’s. He brought his knee up slightly, pressing down, but not by much.
It seemed that Dean was set on making it as difficult as he could. Tugging a little on the waistband of Dean's jeans, Sam's hand slid round to the front, stopping by the fastenings. Pulling back a little from the kiss, Sam managed to grit out an almost breathless "jerk" before he ended up shifting down a little, trying to find that friction he really wanted.
Dean pushed his hips down against Sam’s, pressing him hard against the mattress. He chuckled into Sam’s neck before retorting with the standard “bitch”. Dean reached a hand down to the front of his brother’s jeans, slowing unbuttoning them.
A low moan escaped in response, his hands moving round to almost claw at Dean's back, trying to draw him closer. Though judging from the fact he didn't seem to be able to move upward himself, it didn't look a likely result. That left him with nothing to do until Dean began trying to undo his jeans. Watching Dean in almost silence, Sam tried to get himself back under some form of control yet again.
Finally Dean got Sam’s jeans undone. He lifted his hips up, kneeling over Sam now. He opened Sam’s jeans, sliding a hand inside, rubbing against the hardness he found there. Dean shifted to the side, leaning on his arm while the other one moved inside his brother’s jeans. He pressed his face into his brother’s neck again.
So much for that idea. Breathing heavily, Sam all but bucked forward, arching into Dean's touch. Eyes screwing shut, his hands dropped to the bed, fisting into the covers as he forced himself to speak. "D-Dean..." A deep breath. "...want...you."
Dean pressed down against his brothers thrust, moving his hand at the same time, creating friction. After a moment he pulled his hand out and shifted so that he was kneeling between his brother’s legs. He ran his hands down Sam’s chest to his hips, grabbing onto his brother’s jeans and pulling them down ever so slowly. Dean always liked to torture his partners.
Doing his best to continue breathing, Sam only vaguely noticed the fact that Dean was starting to remove his jeans. Lifting his hips from the bed, Sam waited for them to be pulled down, before dropping back to the bed. But...his jeans were still half-on? "Dean!"
Dean laughed at his brother’s impatience as he finished pulling of the jeans and throwing them to the other side of the room. “Patience is a virtue Brother Dear.” Dean’s voice was rather playful. He bent down and kissed a trail up his brother’s chest to his nipples. He bit down on own of them, licking and nipping.
"Not one I want." At least, not for this. His eyes tracked Dean's path, before his head dropped back to the bed, a low moan echoing out of him as Dean attacked his chest once again. A hand moved to entwine itself in Dean's hair, tugging on the dark strands. This was almost like torture.
Dean moved past his brother’s nipples and up to his neck and eventually to his mouth. He kissed his brother deeply, his tongue delving into his brother’s mouth and gliding over the soft palette at the roof of his mouth. He pushed his hips down, the roughness of his jeans rubbing through the thin fabric of his brother’s boxers.
His hand was back at the front of Dean's jeans, even as he focused on returning the kiss. Sucking gently on the invading tongue, the hand behind Dean's head pulled closer, its grip unyielding. Tugging on the fastenings, Sam cursed the fact he didn't have more hands, instead resorting to tugging on the material until the buttons eventually undid.
Dean pushed his hips down against Sam’s hand, knowing it probably wouldn’t help much with getting his pants undone, but Dean liked making things difficult for his brother, and he wanted to take this slowly. Dean smirked into Sam’s mouth and let Sam finish undoing his jeans. When he got the buttons undone, he reached down with one hand to help Sam push the jeans down off of his hips.
He really was trying to make this all harder than it was meant to be. However, he soon managed to undo the zipper, finding some relief in the fact that Dean was at least helping him to pull his jeans off after they'd been undone. A sigh of relief, and Sam pulled back a little from the kiss, taking the chance to just look at Dean again. Hands trailing down Dean's back, they came to a rest on his waist, one of his knees bending to lever his hips up to brush against Dean.
As Sam raised his hips up, Dean brought his hips down to meet them before pulling back from his brother and standing up at the end of the bed. He shucked off his jeans quickly and followed with his underwear. He bent down over the bed and kissed his brother’s abdomen right beneath his navel before pulling his brother’s boxers down and off, dropping them to floor. He looked up at his brother, smirking, while kissing over across his hip.
Sam's eyes followed Dean as he stood up, never wavering from his face. At least, that was the case up until he heard the telltale sounds of jeans hitting the floor. He watched as Dean pulled off his last item of clothing, leaving him completely naked. It took a lot to keep himself from dragging him back down, and luckily it paid off. Almost squirming beneath his touch, Sam felt both relief and annoyance as his own underwear was removed. What little friction he still had, had been lost. Staring down at Dean, an impatient look took over, only made worse by the obvious want that still hadn't left him.
Dean’s smirked widened at the look of sheer lust and want in Sam’s eyes. He crawled up the bed so that he starred directly down into Sam’s eyes. He pushed his hips to meet Sam’s then raised them slightly and pushing down again, creating a slow pace of thrusting. One hand caressed the side of Sam’s face before moving into his hair, gripping lightly and releasing. Dean leaned down to kiss Sam.
Great. So now he was planning to just tease him? "Dean!" He was getting impatient now. He wanted... Dean started moving, a loud groan escaping in response. He wanted just that. Deepening the kiss, Sam lifted a leg, wrapping it around on of Dean's in order to grind himself as close as he could manage.
A moan escaped from Dean’s throat as Sam pulled his hips closer. He ground down hard against Sam, finally loosing that bit of slow that seemed to be driving Sam crazy. He broke the kiss, panting slightly. “Lube.” Dean seemed to be reduced to one word responses at this point.
Head falling back against the bed again, Sam took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself again. "Huh?" It took a moment for the single word to make any sense to him. Right, lube. "Get it." Not that he wanted Dean to leave, but it was better now than later.
He pressed a quick kiss against his brother’s mouth before rolling away from Sam to one of the bedside tables. Opening the drawer, he reached in a grabbed the tube of lube he kept there and a condom. Always good to be prepared. He rolled back over to his brother, placing the items next to them on the bed. He looked down at Sam. “Are you sure? No going back.”
He watched blankly as the items were placed alongside them. Staring across, he turned silent, weighing up the options. He knew exactly what it was that was going to happen. Well, in theory at least. Not that he'd ever admit to having 'researched' it earlier. And he knew that it'd be Dean and not some random stranger. But was he ready to...change everything. As Dean had said, there was no going back. Not from this. Another deep breath, and Sam turned back to look up at Dean. Slowly a weak smile appeared, if a little worried. A hand moved to Dean's cheek as he nodded. "I'm sure."
Dean continued to look in his brother’s eyes, a hand coming up to brush over his cheek. “You don’t look sure.” He wanted Sam to be completely sure about this. Once it happened, things could never go back to being the same as before. They could never go back to being just brothers after this.
"Dean, you know I trust you. More than anything." It was something that hadn't ever changed, even if he'd wanted to believe otherwise. But this was something different. Trust wasn't an issue. It was more... "...I've...not done this before."
Dean starred down at his brother for a long moment, caressing Sam‘s cheek again, thumb running over the cheekbone. Dean nodded once, “Alright.” His voice was soft, barely registering above the sounds from outside their apartment. Dean leaned down and kissed his brother, though this time the kiss was slow and leisurely, rather than the heated ones they had shared before. The hand that was on Sam’s cheek moved down his brother’s chest, over his side and down to his hip.
His hand slid round to the back of Dean's neck, fingers threading into short strands of hair. Sighing to himself, his smile grew stronger, the worry slowly fading. As much as he may've been...scared...about what was going to happen, he had no reason to worry about it for long. It was Dean after all. He wasn't going to do anything that Sam didn't want, as had been proved countless times before. Kissing back gently, his eyes slid shut as he tugged Dean closer to him.
Dean moved with Sam’s pull, pressing fully against his brother’s side. He removed his hand from his brother’s hip and reached up to where he has placed to lube after retrieving it. Snapping it open, Dean covered his fingers in it before moving his hand in between his brother’s legs. He continued to kiss his brother, hoping for the distraction to help his brother relax as his index finger circled Sam’s entrance before pressing in slightly.
He only vaguely noticed Dean's hand moving away from him, content to just enjoy the feel of his brother so close to him. However, even being preoccupied didn't stop him from flinching at the feel of Dean's fingers slowly pushing into him. Breath hitching, Sam's eyes reopened, staring ahead at Dean as he tried to ignore the intrusion. Relax. He knew that was all he needed to do. Now to just do it.
As his brother flinched and tensed, Dean pulled back to look at his brother, freezing his hand where it was. “Calm down, Sammy, relax.” Dean leaned down and kissed his brother again, pressing his lips down over his brother’s jaw, to whisper nonsense words into Sam’s ear, letting the waterfall of his voice calm him down.
"...I am." Or at least, he would be, soon enough. As Dean began trying to calm him down, Sam rested his forehead against Dean's shoulder, taking a few deep breaths to try and calm himself down. After a few moments he nodded, shifting his head slightly to brush his lips across the skin of Dean's neck.
Dean nuzzled his brother’s neck ever so slightly when he felt Sam relax. He pushed his finger in more, letting Sam get used to the feeling before pulling it out and thrusting in again, repeating the motion to stretch him. He didn’t want to hurt Sam, he never wanted to hurt Sam. Pressing a kiss to Sam’s neck, Dean waited for a signal from his brother saying he was ready for more.
It took a few extra moments before Sam finally felt himself relax enough to speak once again. Pulling back a little, he smiled slightly at Dean. Another deep breath, and Sam finally spoke, his voice low as though afraid to break the moment. "...it's okay." A little uncomfortable, but it wasn't hurting.
“Okay..” Dean couldn’t really think of anything else to say. He pulled back at the same time Sam did and watched him for a moment. He pressed his lips to Sam’s in a chaste kiss. He pulled his finger out of Sam for a moment before replacing it with two.
His head ducked down again, eyes closing as he moved back to rest against Dean's shoulder once more. This time wasn't as bad. He knew what to expect, and he at least managed to keep breathing. The only sign of his discomfort was the brief clenching of his hand in Dean's hair.
Whenever Sam’s hand clenched in his short hair, Dean would slow his ministrations until the hand would release it’s tight grip. He was so careful, wanting this to be good for Sam. Dean never was one for what he liked to call chick flick moments, but try as he might, he couldn’t avoid him, not with Sam as his brother. When it felt like Sam was ready, Dean inserted another finger, scissoring and stretching Sam.
As strange as it may've felt, Sam couldn't help but let out a quiet moan. His breaths sped up a little, before he was finally shifting back against Dean's fingers, all thoughts of pain or discomfort forgotten in place of thoughts of what was about to happen. Turning a little, his lips pressed against Dean's as he instigated a kiss of his own.
A smirk crossed Dean’s face at the moan emitted from his brother’s throat. The way Sam was moving against him, pushing back on his fingers as he thrusting them into Sam, he knew Sam was ready now. He kissed Sam back, lips moving as he pulled his fingers out and reached over for the condom. He shifted over, kneeling between Sam’s legs, lifting them at the knee and spreading them. Dean pulled back from Sam, but only far enough so that he could slip the condom on over his member.
Dean leaned forward over Sam, pressing a quick kiss to his brother’s lips. “Ready?” He had to ask, just to be sure.
His legs moved easily, an annoyed expression escaping him for the few brief moments that he lost contact with Dean. Had it been a different situation, Sam would've instead be complaining, partly due to the smirk that Dean sported. Watching as his brother finished preparing, Sam edged closer, almost impatiently. This was taking too long, and at the same time, it was coming all too soon. A raised eyebrow was his first response to the question, before his hands were tugging at Dean, an obvious response. He was more than ready.
Dean pressed another kiss to his brother’s lips. He continued to kiss his brother as he pressed forward, pushing himself into Sam inch by inch, pausing anytime his brother showed any sort of discomfort. Sometimes Dean could just be too careful, but he felt it was better to be safe than sorry.
His grip tightened, teeth gritting together despite trying to ignore the pain. It wasn't pain per se, more a feeling of...something he couldn't describe. It hurt, but at the same time, it felt almost...right? The sound of deep breaths seemed to be the only noise he made for the longest of moments, his eyes fixed on Dean above him.
Dean paused once he was fully inside Sam, breathing heavily. He wanted to close his eyes, like he normally did at this point, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Sam’s. He didn’t move, as much as he wanted to, letting Sam adjust to this new feeling, to Dean inside him.
Another deep breath, another thread of discomfort, and Sam was shifting a little, trying his best to get used to the feeling. Taking some time to relax once again, Sam's near-death grip on Dean released, instead resting gently on his skin. Pulling his brothers head down, Sam paused a brief moment, before placing a soft kiss on Dean's lips. A sign of the fact he was about as ready as he was going to get.
Lips moving softly against Sam’s, Dean pulled almost the entire way out before thrusting back in, his hips moving slowly in and out, all the while kissing his brother. Dean brought one hand up and brushed Sam’s hair back from his forehead, running his fingers through the sweat-soaked strands. He moaned softly as he thrust into Sam, his hips starting to speed up ever so slightly as Sam got more accustomed.
That whole breathing thing? It was now out the window. Collapsing back against the bed, Sam was forced to break the kiss from his end, instead focusing on the feel of the body move above him, over him, in him. "...Dean." The single word came out disguised as a moan. A moan that seemed to grow into another...and another. Each move that Dean made caused a fresh wave to break free from his throat.
Sam’s moaning spurred Dean on, his thrusting becoming more hurried, more rushed. He leaned his head down, resting his forehead on Sam’s shoulder, breathing heavily into his brother’s neck. Dean moaned again, softly. One would think that he would be loud during sex, but the truth was he wasn’t.
It'd been too long. Much too long. And now, to be in this position, with Dean of all people, wasn't something he was soon going to forget. And judging from how they'd been so far, he doubted either of them were planning to. Lifting on of his legs from the bed, it moved to wrap around Dean's waist, drawing him deeper with each thrust. Probably not a good idea when you're already failing at keeping your voice down. His hands slid to Dean's back, scraping gentle paths across his skin, keeping himself as close to Dean as possible.
Dean gritted his teeth and hissed as Sam’s nails dragged through his skin. Dean’s hips began to move faster and faster, thrusting harder and harder. He bit down on Sam’s shoulder, lightly nipping at the skin. A light sheen of sweat was starting to cover Dean’s skin now. Dean could hardly believe that this was actually happening. That he was here with Sam, like this.
The briefest of smirks, and Sam clenched down around Dean, before he found himself struggling for breath. This was unlike anything he'd ever done before, but he was soon realising just how much he liked it. Liked this. Liked...being with Dean, in every possible sense. The only question was, why had it all taken so long to happen? A loud groan, and all thoughts were lost, his eyes squeezing shut as his finger tightened on Dean's hips.
Dean’s breath hitched into a moan as Sam clenched, a groan escaping his throat. “God- Sam…” His voice was breathless and raw with need and lust. “So- tight.” His voice was strained with the effort to not get out of control. He didn’t want to be rough with Sam. The hand in Sam’s hair clenched and his breathing became more ragged.
To know that he was the one causing these reactions from Dean, was more than he ever wanted. Another clench, and Sam soon found himself shifting back in time to Dean's thrusts. His hands dropped to the bed, hands winding tightly into the blankets in an effort to keep from hurting Dean. It was all just...too much. Forcing his eyes open, Sam glanced sideways to Dean, his moans growing louder from the sight of his brother alone.
A strangled moan left his throat as Sam continued to clench and push back against him. He bit down into Sam’s shoulder again, harder this time, as his hand clenched tighter in Sam’s hair, pulling his head back slightly. Dean lifted his head, looking down at his brother, his eyes dark. His movements becoming a but more frantic.
Tracking Dean's movements, it wasn't long before Sam was surging forward, his mouth closing in on Dean's, despite that whole breathing problem. It was worth it after all. Arching up toward Dean, his eyes were forced shut again by the sudden increase in friction, the shift of position, the rapidly spreading warmth. All caused by one man alone. He wasn't ever going to get used to this.
Dean’s eyes fell shut at the first press of lips to his. He opened his mouth to Sam’s, his tongue surging forward into Sam’s mouth. The hand in Sam’s hair released its grip and moved down in between their moving bodies. His fingers closed around Sam’s cock, the thumb gliding over the head, his hand pumping.
That did it. Any idea of trying to keep his voice down, was lost. A loud groan, muffled by Dean's own mouth, tore free, refusing to stay inside any longer. His hands were back on Dean again, drawing himself up against his brother, despite the sudden urge to grind forward against his hand. "D-Dea-n..." His mouth trailed round to Dean's shoulder, burying itself in the crook of his neck, in an effort to stifle the sounds he couldn't seem to stop making.
Dean smirked down at Sam at his lack of restraint. The moans Sam kept emitting went straight down into Sam’s groin, making it twitch. He was thrusting with more abandon now, getting close to the edge, his hand moving faster on Sam’s own member. “S-Sam- so close-” His voice cracked as he spoke.
Panting with each and every stroke, Sam was unable to form a response, instead opting to just tighten his grip. Slick with sweat, and trapped below Dean, Sam was forced to move his head once again, freeing it to allow some supply of air. How little that helped. "Dean...f-fuck..." Talking would have to wait till later. Much later. Instead, Sam was arching upward once again, this time finding the exact friction he both wanted and needed. An almost feral growl and Sam's eyes screwed shut, his vision turning white as the familiar feeling washed over him.
A low deep groan was let loose from Dean’s throat as Sam came, the muscles clenching around Dean sending him over the edge. His hips jerked forward in a couple more thrusts and he groaned low once again as he himself came. His body tensed, head falling forward, his forehead almost touching Sam’s. Dean let himself fall onto his brother, panting heavily. He pressed a lazy kiss to Sam’s neck.
Feeling the change, Sam forced his eyes open, watching as Dean finally came. It was a sight he wouldn't soon forget. Breathing heavily, Sam began trying to get enough air into his lungs to at least manage a single word. Or, as it seemed to be, just enough to live. As Dean collapsed against him, a faint smirk appeared. If he'd been able to, this would be the time another comment about him being heavy would've appeared. Instead, his arms simply wrapped around Dean's waist, his head dropping tiredly back against the bed.
Dean shifted, lifting himself up. He carefully pulled out of Sam, groaning. He kissed Sam briefly before getting out of the bed and quickly making a trip to the bathroom to grab a cloth. He wasn’t gone long, making his way back over to Sam. Once he climbed back onto the bed, he gently cleaned off Sam’s stomach and legs. He threw the cloth in the general direction of the bathroom before stretching out half on half off of Sam, a possessive arm thrown around his waist.
“Mine” The word was whispered softly into Sam’s neck, a lazy sleepy smirk appearing on Dean’s mouth.
His eyes opened tiredly, tracking Dean's movements as he left the bed. A small shiver passed through him at the sudden loss of warmth, though it was soon stifled as Dean retook his position alongside him. Re-wrapping his arm around Dean's waist, Sam gave a weak smirk of his own. "...yours."
The sleepy smirk turned more into a smile at that one whispered word. His arm tightened around Sam’s waist and he nuzzled his brother lazily, slowly drifting off into a slumber, knowing that Sam was going to join him soon.
His free arm moved out, tugging weakly at the blankets to provide some kind of cover. However, he gave up mere moments later. Too much trouble. Instead, Sam relaxed back against the bed, content to just stay as close to Dean as he could. One final push to place a soft kiss against Dean's forehead, and Sam finally fell back against the bed, his eyes drifting shut despite himself. Sleep was a good idea.