Crazy Works

FAN FICTION: Over the years, part VII

Sometime later, somewhere in USA

 

It just sort of happened. Neither of them planned to kiss each other it just…happened. It had been one night after they had gotten drunk. Like seriously drunk. They had talked; Dean had told him about the years of hunting with and without Dad. He had told about how they had tracked down the yellow eyed demon, how Dad had died and how Dean had been on and off the road after that. Sam had told him about his life in Minnesota, Gary and how he had ended up in California.

 

When Dean had heard about Sam selling himself a sorrow had passed his face. He had gone quiet and avoided Sam’s eyes. Then Sam had just sort of…put his lips against Dean’s. Dean had been shocked at first of course but too drunk to resist him. They had made up a bit and then passed out in the same bed.

 

And of course there had been the awkward morning when they had woken up both having a massive hangover and even bigger morning woods. Last night’s kisses came back to mind and they had danced around each other for couple days until Sam had said they needed talk.

 

Well, making a long story short: they had both said the other one was the only and most important person in their life. They loved each other. They had so few good things in their lives at the end of the day so why they should live in denial when they could just make the best of it. Of course it hadn’t been so cut and dry but they had made it so far.

 

Sam was walking from a local drug store back to their motel room. He and Dean had agreed that after being few months together this would be their big night. Their first time. There wouldn’t be going back after tonight.

 

Though it was a special night neither of them were exactly a romantic soul so no candle diners and roses and stuff. In fact they had solved who would top first in the traditional rock-paper-scissors way. Though Sam had had an upper hand so to speak since he knew Dean would always, always, pick the scissors. So because Dean was going to be the receiving end he had told Sam to get the…supplies. It wasn’t like he would do all the work here.

 

So here Sam was; opening their motel door with packets of condoms and a tube of lube in his pockets. When he opened the door he thought he had accidently stepped into wrong room. But then he noticed the salt lines under the door and Dean entering the room from the bathroom.

 

“Dean, what the – “

 

“Well damn if I’m going to be the lady tonight I guessed I could go all the way, huh?” Dean tried to act all tough and funny but Sam could see he was actually very nervous and had put a lot of effort to make a right atmosphere. Sam couldn’t help but smile at how Dean had placed aromatic candles around the room, red roses on the nightstand, dimmed the bright lights and was wearing an outfit Sam had never seen before; black jeans and white shirt. Simple but sexy.

 

“Well did you get what we need?” Dean asked and if Sam didn’t know better he would have said his voice was quivering a bit. Sam took a step closer to his brother and landed a soft kiss on Dean’s lips. Instantly Dean’s arms came around his waist.

 

“Yeah I got them, alright? Don’t worry about them…” Sam kept kissing Dean’s mouth and jaw as he spoke. Dean felt a bit tense. Sam frowned and pulled away to look Dean into eyes. “If you don’t want this it’s okay Dean. I don’t want to push you.”

 

Dean looked at him in the eyes for a long time. Sam could see love, warmness and passion in there. “I trust you Sam and I want this, okay?” He pulled Sam closer again and kissed him. “Just, take it easy…”

 

“As easy as you need”, Sam mumbled.

 

They had kissed a lot. Dean seemed to like kissing him and Sam couldn’t exactly compline when Dean’s lips were pressed onto his. They had been tender and awkward first time kisses with bumping noses and clanking teeth, quick welcoming kisses on the cheek, secret hidden kisses behind the buildings’ corners, passionate deep kisses in the Impala down some back country road in the woods and sweet loving good night kisses before going to sleep.

 

These kisses said ‘I love you and I trust you’. And Dean’s nipping teeth were clearly saying ‘stop thinking and let’s get this show on the road, bitch’.

 

Sam started to suck Dean’s soft skin of Dean’s neck as he unbuttoned his shirt. Dean shivered as Sam traced his fingers along his hard torso all the way down and rested his hands on his butt squeezing it lightly. Dean hummed and took Sam’s shirt off as well.

 

Sam lead Dean backwards to the king sized bed and Dean sat down and started opening Sam’s jeans as he kissed his navel and swirled his tongue in Sam’s belly button. Finally Sam’s pants were off lying on the floor and Dean lowered his head to nuzzle Sam’s groin.

 

Sam put his hand on top of Dean’s head and pushed his hips forward. They had given blow jobs before so he knew how far he could go with Dean. The other man got the hint and took the half hard dick in his mouth. Sam threw his head back and just enjoyed the warmth and wet tunnel of Dean’s mouth. His hand was still in Dean’s hair, not pushing but just feeling the little bobbing movements.

 

Even though Dean hadn’t given head to anyone before Sam he had learned quickly. Now he knew all the buttons to push to send Sam over the edge. The right pressure, enough suction and the damn tongue. Finally Sam couldn’t take it anymore because he didn’t want it to be over too fast and he pushed Dean back gently.

 

“You are getting better at this”, he said a little out of breath. A smug grin spread on Dean’s flushed face but Sam quickly wiped it away by kissing Dean deep and hard. He could taste himself on Dean’s tongue and that got him even harder. He pushed Dean flat on his back and while he was climbing higher on the bed Sam made sure the condoms and lube were placed on the nightstand.

 

Sam saw Dean glanced at them too, nervously. He took Dean’s hand in his and noticed he still wore the Brother Bracelet.

 

“I can’t believe you still have this.”

 

Dean hemmed and touched the wristband softly. “Yeah I just never could take it off. You still have yours?”

 

Sam raised his other hand in front of Dean so they could see the old leather bracelet.

 

“Dude you so believed what I told you about Brother Park.”

 

“Well I had my suspicions but yeah, I believed you because I trusted you.”

 

Dean sighed and rested his head on the pillows. “Okay, point taken.” Then the sly grin was on his face again. “Come on, Casanova, take me.”

 

Sam chuckled. They continued the slow lazy kissing until Dean got frustrated and grabbed Sam’s dick a bit too hard. Sam yelped and glared at Dean. If this was how he wanted to play…

 

Sam let his mouth travel slowly down Dean’s body. Couple bites on the soft spot where his neck and shoulder met, licking, special attention to the nipples and following the slight hairline on his belly. By the time Sam reached Dean’s leaking cock the other man was panting and bucking his hips against Sam’s face. But Sam had other plans.

 

Sam took his time with licking and nibbling Dean’s groin. The man was practically a sobbing mess under him. He was clutching the sheets and curling his toes when Sam finally took the pity on him and took the tip of Dean’s member in his mouth. He tried to buck deeper but Sam put his hands around the narrow hips.

 

“Oh come on, man!” Dean snapped. “You are such a – oh God!” Dean yelped as Sam deep throated his dick still holding him down to the mattress.

 

After few minutes Sam got his signal; every time Dean was close to cumming his dick sort of twitched. Sam could swear to God the dick moved by itself and seconds later Dean would be arching his back and cumming to Sam’s mouth. That was always when Sam let go of Dean and let him fuck his mouth as he wished because he knew he could take it. Dean grabbed his head and pushed it down so Sam’s nose touched his lower belly. He worked his throat as Dean came Sam’s name on his lips.

 

“Damn, that was – “, Dean panted. He was completely lax and that’s what Sam needed when he wet his index finger in his mouth and started circling his puckered hole. Dean was still enjoying his afterglow when Sam pushed the tip of his finger inside. That was the moment Dean tensed and raised his head from the pillow.

 

“Jesus, give a guy a warning for Christ’s sake!”

 

Sam settled his hand on Dean’s stomach gently massaging. “Relax Dean, you have to relax. Take a deep breath and talk to me. Tell me what are you feeling.”

 

“What I’m feeling? I’m feeling like there’s a finger in my ass, that’s what I’m feeling.”

 

“Does it feel bad?”

 

“Well it doesn’t feel good.”

 

“Then take a breath and relax.” Sam simply said and pushed the finder deeper. He knew Dean would let him know if he was truly hurting him.

 

He worked his finger in and out in a slow steady rhythm. He felt Dean’s belly rising when he took deep breaths and tried to relax his muscles. He was actually spreading his legs a little give Sam more room. Sam took that as an encouragement and slowly added a second finger. Dean made sounds of discomfort and Sam tried to work as quickly as he could. It should be around here somewhere, if he could just –

 

“Oh sweet Jesus on a stick!” Dean shouted and went rigid. Yup, Sam had found it. “What the hell was that?!”

 

“That – “, Sam said and flexed his finger inside of Dean again. Another shout of pleasure. “ – is your prostate, Dean.” Another flex and Dean was half hard even though he had cum just few minutes ago. Now when Dean was totally relaxed and opening up it was easier for Sam to push a third finger in. He was crying out and arched his back to fuck himself onto Sam’s fingers.

 

“That’s just my fingers, Dean. Imagine when it’s my cock that’s pushing that spot”, Sam whispered in Dean’s ear. Dean made a keening sound at that and panted. “Just hurry up, I don’t know how much more I can take.”

 

Sam pulled his fingers away and reached for the lube and condoms. As he was working himself ready Dean stopped him by placing his hand on Sam’s.

 

“Do we need the protection? I mean I know I’m clean and you have – ”, Dean didn’t finish his sentence.

 

“ – gotten myself tested before we started sleeping together”, Sam looked at Dean closely. “Are you sure about this?”

 

“Well, it’s not like we are going to have sex with other people, is it?”

 

Sam put the condom down and kissed Dean long and deep. Their lips were sealed together and Dean’s hands crept up to Sam’s hair. Suddenly they were back at Bobby’s in the upstairs’ bedroom. Sam could almost smell the stillness of the place and Dean’s sweating body close to him.

 

Sam knew that this, what they were doing, was some pretty fucked up shit even for them. It was an incest; something people considered dirty and wrong but Sam had never felt more right about anything. He knew others could probably never understand them but they were adults and not responsible for anyone. They both knew what they were doing. He loved Dean and that was enough for him.

 

“You’re thinking again”, Dean mumbled along the kissing. “Get to the business because I’m losing my interest.”

 

Sam raised his eyebrows and rubbed their hard dicks together. Dean groaned.

 

“Oh yeah, you sound like not interested…”

 

But Sam was getting pretty anxious too. His aching dick felt almost painfully hard. Dean’s swollen member was flat against his stomach. Last few kisses and Sam settled himself between Dean’s legs. He automatically spread them open to invite Sam closer. His body wasn’t tense anymore but lax and calm. His hands weren’t shaking as he smoothed Sam’s other cheek gently. By the dim candle light Dean looked gorgeous, almost not real.

 

They had hunted monsters and all things supernatural for pretty much their whole lives but this was the most magical moment in Sam’s life. They looked in each other’s eyes the whole time as Sam pushed himself all the way in. Every time Dean’s breath hitched or his face showed any kind of discomfort Sam stopped and waited. He was close to coming and would like to just thrust in but knew if he screwed this up Dean wouldn’t probably give him another change.

 

Finally Sam was balls deep in and let them breath for a while. Dean was tight and hot around him and he had to bite his lower lip to maintain the control. After a little shifting and adjusting Dean lifted his hips to say move, bitch. And Sam couldn’t deny anything from his brother.

 

Sam pulled himself almost entirely out and then pushed in again. Dean cried out and lifted his legs do that his heels were digging into Sam’s ass. His other hand’s fingers were curled around his own dick and with his other hand he had clutched to the headboard. With each thrust Sam increased the force and speed.

 

He knew he was just couple of pushes away from his Heaven and the way Dean panted underneath him he could tell he wasn’t far away either. Dean had never been loud in bed, mostly just grunting and harsh breathing, but now…Dean was pretty much shouting every time Sam’s dick brushed against his prostate and cursing things which made even Sam blush.

 

Since Dean was clearly begging Sam to nail him in earnest he decided not to let him down and balanced himself better. The headboard banged against the wall and Sam doubted they could face the next door neighbors and the motel staff tomorrow without embarrassment but he couldn’t care less about that now. Dean was jerking himself off in frantic movements and Sam could see the dick jumped once before Dean was cumming the second time that night. Though Dean’s sounds were covered by his when Dean clamped around him and soon Sam went stiff and came inside if Dean.

 

For the next minutes the room was filled panting sounds and smells of sweat, come and sex. Sam had collapsed down onto Dean’s chest. They could feel each other’s hammering hearts and the hot breaths as their breathing started to even out slowly. The sweat was cooling off and Sam shivered from cold.

 

“You’re shaking”, Dean said as he reached awkwardly from under Sam and pulled couple of blankets over them tugging them in a warm cave. Dean’s legs were aching and Sam was heavy on top of him but he wanted to feel the other man close to him. Smell his sleepiness and afterglow.

 

“Dude, you better not fall asleep on me”, Dean yawned and Sam shifted so he was curled on Dean’s side. They were too tired to even clean up.

 

“I’m going to be pretty sore tomorrow”, Dean pointed out.

 

Sam chuckled and pressed closer to his brother warm body. “Well you can’t say it wasn’t worth it.”

 

Dean kissed the top of his head. “Never.”

 

“I love you, Dean.”

 

“I love you too.”

 

Then the room was filled with soft breathing and shifting until: “You’re stealing the entire blanket, Sasquatch! I’m freezing my sweet ass here! ”

 

The End.