For Sam Winchester, the sound that is Dean begins with his tone; mercurial, hot, rebellious, sharp, irrefutably his. Subtle and tender, without question, yet just as often unrepentantly brutal, cool. He is his most jealously devoted lover. This is the man that has given Sam everything, including nights filled with things he never imagined. Sam wants Dean to feel the sound of their love and experience their music in his body and soul
Dean has gone out to get some supplies and Sam has gotten the room ready. No lights, just patchouli candles. The CD player is clicked on when the key hits the door and Sam stands in the middle of the room.
It takes Dean only a moment to adjust his eyes to the darkness, and instantly he finds Sam. Closing the door, he sets the bag on the floor and stares at his brother. Sam is dressed in his tightest jeans and a black dress shirt unbuttoned so that it loosely caresses his sides. The candlelight casts a soft glow on Sam’s tanned skin. There is music playing in the background that Dean can’t quite identify, but it’s definitely not Sam’s usual style. It is hard, edgy, and sexy. Like Sam.
Sam begins to move his body to the music. His eyes are closed, gently swaying his head and body to the beat, arms beckoning Dean to join him. Dean hesitates, unsure if he should. Dancing was not his forte. Sam waits just letting the sounds drift across his body and flow to Dean. Dean will join him when he is ready.
The song changes and Dean moves. He reaches for Sam who wraps his arms around Dean’s hips, gently resting his forehead on Dean’s. Their eyes meet, instantly conveying their love. Sam’s body never stops moving, as the tempo changes so do Sam’s movements gradually enticing Dean’s body to join his. They move as one, bodies rubbing, hands slowly caressing still clothed skin, the scent of their bodies mixing with the fragranced air.
Sam kisses him, slow and sensual, his tongue barely ghosting across the outline of Dean’s lips. Dean moans in tune with the music. Sam breaks their embrace to remove his shirt. It slides off one shoulder, then the other, in harmony with the resonance of sounds.
Returning to Dean, Sam slides his hands up Dean’s sides and pushes his arms above his head. Sam tugs gently at Dean’s shirt. Pulling it up and off, he allows his hands to shadow down Dean’s arms, over his sides and stop at his hips. Holding on gently to his brother, Sam trails kisses across his Dean’s collarbone, sucks at his neck, and lets his fingers move in gentle admiration of the skin beneath them. Dean is trembling from the sensations coursing through him. His eyes growing deeper in shade from passion.
Dean moans Sam’s name and pulls him closer, desperately wanting to feel Sam’s body on his.
Sam feels Dean’s hands play over him, washing his body in feeling and pleasure. Dean’s calloused hands are soft as silk to Sam’s body.
Dean lets himself get lost in the feelings. The ebb and flow of the guitar, the drive of the drum, and the moan of the saxophone envelope him. Sam is in his arms, his body warm and sensual, and the music filters into his soul. This is like nothing Dean has experienced before. This is bliss.
Sam shifts again and loosens Dean’s jeans, his hands caressing Dean’s hips as he slides them down. Dean toes off his shoes, steps out of his clothes, and watches as Sam strips before him. Sam is beautiful. He is fluid motion, hard muscle moving across bone, body melding with sound becoming one.
Sam brings their bodies together again, holding Dean’s head as he kisses him. A saxophone draws out a note like a long stretch of road and Sam holds Dean’s mouth captive for the entirety. Sam can see the sheen of sweat across Dean’s chest; feel his breathing increase as their tongues tangle with each other. They thrust their hips to the music, letting their cocks slide against each other. The friction sending waves of pleasure through them.
As the songs shift around them, Sam pulls Dean toward the bed, presses him to the mattress, kissing him harder now, his body becoming more demanding. Their erotic foreplay has more than aroused them both.
Dean’s body is moving beneath Sam’s, finding the touch it so desperately needs. Soft moans drift in the air as Dean’s body arches into the heat above him. Sam’s teeth bite down on Dean’s nipple, pleasuring it until Dean moans and then shifting to the other. Sam takes his time teasing each one until Dean thinks he will come from this alone. Sam knows and begins to lick down Dean’s chest and belly, reaching down to stroke Dean’s cock. Fingers flutter up, down, and around as Dean moans Sam’s name like a prayer. Sam runs his thumb over the head of Dean’s erection, gathering the fluid there, slicking his hand so it slides freely from base to tip.
Sam lubes his fingers and begins to push into Dean, eliciting a growl and a thrust of Dean’s hips against his hand. Inserting one finger, then two, brushing up against Dean’s prostate. Dean’s mind can think of nothing but Sam touching him.
When Sam asks if Dean likes how he makes him feel, he can only groan a string of incoherent words. Sam smiles, understanding them.
As Sam moves between Dean’s legs, he stokes his thighs, not really a touch, just the hint of presence. Dean pushes up desperate for Sam to be in him. Lubing himself, Sam breaches Dean, almost coming at the first touch to the head of his cock and bites his lip to regain some control. Pushing further into Dean is like sliding into heaven, he is so tight, so hot. Sam is melting into him. Finally, completely inside Dean, Sam waits.
When Dean pushes against him, they set a rhythm, as they thrust and moan together. Sounds of their unity escaping from each others lips understood only by them. Sam strokes Dean’s cock and pumps it in unison with his thrusts.
Dean’s hips move of their own volition, pulling Sam deeper.
Their movements become frenzied as they drive to their release. Sam cants his hips slightly, hitting Dean’s prostate dead on, hand stroking his cock hard. Dean’s hands are planted firmly on Sam’s hips. Sam squeezes him again as Dean releases with a blinding need in several bursts over Sam’s hand. The sight of Dean coming and the feel of his muscles clenching around him send Sam over the edge almost simultaneously. Sam feels his climax moving from his toes, into his balls, and finally exploding into Dean with a white hot stream of passion. Sam continues his stroke as Dean milks the orgasm from his body.
The soundtrack that had been playing has stopped, but they are still surrounded by music. Their music is the sound of an intimate relationship. The echo lingers in the air. What is heard in their music is the sound of a pure and honest love, with all its pleasure and pain. It is a relationship that has gone through changes entirely; of varied surroundings and styles, indescribable lows and highs, people who came and went.
Whatever the shape or approach, their relationship is one of choice. They love each other freely and absolutely, as much as one man, one soul, can love another. They stay because they can leave, faithfully knowing neither ever will.
Music To Their Ears by sammysslave
Author's Notes:
Sam and Dean share a musical interlude. The Huntress did the beta and as always was terrific.