They’d had two hunts in as many nights and had been sleeping in the car since they were too far from any type of civilization to do anything else.
Dean knew Sammy was tired and was starting to feel a little disconnected. Hell, so was he.
They settled for hot and quick in the back seat but it had just left them both wanting more. More space, more time, more them. Yeah, definitely more them. When they were together, it was a combination of pure heat, true love, and a powerful physical connection. Tonight there were no hunts, no bars, no anything but the two of them. By the time they reached a motel, both *thought* they were exhausted.
While Sam showered, Dean took care of the business end of things. He checked the windows and doors, laid the salt lines, and set the weapons out. Not exactly candles and flowers but, for the Winchester’s, it was reality.
Dean watched as he came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his hips, just low enough to show those little indents above his hip bones. Damn, he knew the sight of his nearly naked body drove Dean crazy. Dean crossed the space between them in a second and pressed hard against his brother’s still wet body. He kissed him, hard and deep, making love to Sam's mouth with his tongue.
It became a duel of sorts, tongue against tongue, searching, probing, tasting each other.
Dean's growing erection was pressing hard against his jeans and that towel so did not do anything to conceal Sammy’s growing excitement. He felt Sam’s hands inch their way under his shirt to stoke his chest. Every muscle jumped at his touch. Dean had one hand working through his hair, while the other lightly stroked up and down Sammy’s back, causing his breath to catch in his throat. He whispered "love you", and Sam’s knees grew weak at the deep, sensual sound in his brother’s voice.
"Love you too," Sam murmured back. Dean gripped him tightly as they collapsed on the bed, slow deliberate circles at the base of his ear with his tongue. That tongue trailed down to his collarbone, biting down just hard enough to leave a bruise and draw a hiss from Sam’s lips. Dean traced them gently with his fingers and Sam licked at them, drawing them into his mouth and sucked. Hard. He reached down and stroked Dean through his jeans, stroking and kneading him. "Damn Sammy, I’m gonna come way too soon if you keep that up...."
It was Dean who broke the embrace, needing to strip off his clothing. He stood for a moment and thought that Sam was the most beautiful being he had ever seen.
Sam moaned for him, "Dean p-please...." His erection was dark and curling toward his stomach just aching for Dean to touch him.
But, as was the norm, Dean had other ideas. He wanted to prolong this for awhile. He truly loved giving Sam this pleasure and he enjoyed hearing his brother beg. Every time Sam mewled his name he got harder. He lay back down next to Sam and pushed his arms above his head, fingers tracing a path down his sides. He let his hands play over his stomach, grazing the skin under his navel. He knew what that would do. Sam was panting with desire, he needed Dean now, and with the last of his functional brain cells groaned "Now, Dean, pleaseGodnow...." Sam clutched Dean’s waist and he was on top of him in one movement, hot flesh pressing together, erect cocks rubbing against each other.
"Tell me what you want Sammy...."
"I...."
"Tell me baby, what’s gonna do it for you?"
Sam was ready to explode, but managed, "Want. You. Now."
Dean really did love to hear those throaty words from Sam. To know that he was able to give him that much pleasure just did it for him. He slid down Sam’s body and raised Sam’s leg, reaching for the lube. God, the sound of the lube opening should not be getting him harder. The anticipation was driving both of them insane. Sam was practically writhing on the bed and Dean was trembling. His own erection was so hard it hurt. With slick fingers, he worked one finger around the rim and gently pushed into Sam. Sam hissed at the intrusion and breathed out, relaxing into it. Dean stroked in and around adding another finger and finding that spot that sent Sam thrusting off the bed and seeing stars. All rational thought was gone and all he could do was feel. He tried to raise up again, but Dean pushed him down with his hand on his hip.
Sam’s head was rolling from side to side as Dean removed his fingers and pressed the head of his cock to Sammy and pushed in. All the way in with one, fast, and furious thrust. Sam screamed his name and several incoherent words came tumbling after, but Dean was lost in his own desire. He had a hand on Sam’s cock, fisting it hard from the tip to the base, and was matching that rhythm with his hips pumping into Sam hitting his prostate on every push. Sam was thrusting up, desperate to come.
"OhmyfuckingGodDean!!"
And Sam came hard.
Right along with Dean.
They kept thrusting until they both collapsed, completely spent. They didn’t move. They were lying there, softly running their fingers together. Dean grabbed the discarded towel and cleaned them up. They instinctively curled together, Sam pressed to Dean’s chest, Dean’s arm draped over his waist.
Dean could tell Sammy was smiling that beautiful smile. He didn't need to see it to know it was there.
They fell into that deep sleep lovers share.
FIN
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Author's Notes:
Sam and Dean need a little more of each other. It was beta'd by The Huntress, with many thanks.It is my first try at this so any reviews are apprecited.