“Oh, this is gonna be great!” Sam enthused, dragging his duffel bag out of the motel room, dropping it into the trunk next to Dean’s bag. “A five day weekend in the mountains, getting back to nature....”

“We’re going to be staying in a cabin with a hot tub, Internet access, and a satellite dish,” Dean said, rolling his eyes. “I don’t think that qualifies as ‘Getting back to Nature’.”

“Well, we’ll be surrounded by nature,” Sam shrugged, not taking the bait. “Hiking, fishing, swimming. “*I* don’t plan on wasting five days of paradise watching ESPN, thank you very much....”

“I just said I was going to watch the game on Saturday, Sammy,” Dean protested. “I wasn’t planning on spending the whole time coach-potatoing....”

“You’d better not,” Sam admonished as closed the trunk of the Impala. “We’ve supposed to have fun together this weekend, big brother....”

Dean shuddered inwardly, swallowing back the moan that almost spilled from his traitorous lungs. He knew he had to be imagining it, but that had almost sounded like a come-on from his more-beloved-than-he-knew sibling. “Yeah, yeah,” he replied, managing to sound irritated.

“Oh, c’mon, Dean,” Sam protested. “It’s gonna be amazing....” he practically purred.

Dean covered his reaction to that statement by yanking the drivers door open and throwing himself inside. The little fucker’s a world-class cock-tease, and he doesn’t even know it, he growled inwardly as Sam hopped into the vehicle, fixing Dean with what almost passed for a sly smile. This is gonna be a long five days….

It was just his luck, right? All the dozens of people they had saved, and had hardly ever gotten more than a thank you, and the first time someone actually HAD wanted to give them something, it was a few days in their lakeside cabin, which Sam, of course, had jumped all over like a puppy sniffing its first crotch.

“Geez, Dean, we’re going on vacation for a few days, not getting rectal exams,” Sam said with a roll of his eyes as Dean mashed down on the gas pedal.  “What, are you worried the woods are gonna be full of monsters, and we’re gonna have to work?”

Wouldn’t THAT be nice…one could always hope, Dean thought grimly.

..*.*.*.*.*.*

Two hours later, they were deep in the forest, bumping along a badly paved stretch of road, looking for the turn-off.

“I think this is it!” Sam exclaimed, pointing to a small driveway leading off to the right.

“Are you sure?” Dean said doubtfully, slowing the car.

“They said there was a tree stump carved to look like a lamp to mark the turn-off,” Sam said, pointing to a bizarrely mutilated log at the side of the road. “And I’d say that’s it.”

“If they think that looks like a lamp, I shudder to think of what the cabin is decorated like,” Dean grumbled, turning the Impala down the narrow path. Sam laughed, patting Dean on the thigh reassuringly.

“I’m sure you’ll love everything there....”

Dean, again, did his best to ignore THAT little remark.

..*.*.*.*.*.*

“Wow,” Sam said reverently, dropping his bag on the floor as he stared around the interior of the cabin, taking in the huge fireplace, the high, A-frame ceilings, the floor to ceiling windows that displayed a panoramic view of the lake. “Cabin? Hell, this is a palace!”

“It’s nice what money can do, sometimes,” Dean mumbled, increasingly thankful for the large expanse of the place, and the four bedrooms that were widely spaced apart. He leaned his bag up against the wet bar, looking around. He sighed in relief as Sam ran off to explore the place, giving him some breathing room from the past four hours of being way too temptingly close to his brother. He shook his head, wondering how he had let himself be talked into this little vacation. Five days, alone in the woods with your brother, he of whose brains you have wanted to fuck out for the past few months, Dean berated himself. Oh yeah, Winchester, REAL good move…

But, if he had refused to go, that would have brought up questions Dean had NO intention of answering, so here they were, in a virtual pleasure palace, facing five days of nothing but each other’s company with nary an ooga-booga in sight.  Dean sighed, glancing out at the lake. Let’s hope that thing is good and cold…

“Dean!!!” Sam’s voice broke through his reverie. He looked up at his brother, who was leaning over the second floor railing, beaming down at him. “C’mon, you gotta check this place out!!!”  Dean smiled tightly up at him, swallowing back a moan as he headed for the stairs.

Could have given us money…could have given us guns…hell, I would have settled for a fucking cheeseburger, but noooo…they had to offer us a few days in their vacation home, in a little corner of heaven that just cried out for fucking in…

“I’m so emptying the liquor cabinet when I leave….” he muttered as he trudged up the stairs.

..*.*.*.*.*.*

Like most other things that Dean had no idea how Sam managed to work them his way, despite his best evasive actions, they ended up in the only two bedrooms that were right next to each other. He sighed, knowing there was no way he could switch rooms without bringing up those questions he didn’t want to answer. Resigned to his defeat, Dean began to unpack, trying desperately to ignore the sounds of Sam stripping in the room right next to him.

“Care for a nice plunge?” Sam’s voice seemed to appear behind him, and he turned, barely swallowing a groan as Sam stood before him in all his glory, save for a small pair of snugly fitting Speedo’s. “C’mon, hurry up! Stop worrying about what to stick where and just dive in, fer cryin’ out loud!” he grinned down at Dean, in a tone Dean would swear was a come-on if he wasn’t a logical man.

“Be right down,” Dean smiled weakly, stepping back away from the too-close, almost naked body of his little brother. “Scram, willya?” he protested, pushing Sam out of the room. “Let a guy get changed in privacy.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’ll leave ya alone” Sam mocked, laughing under his breath, moving out of the room and down the stairs. If Dean wasn’t a sane man, he could have sworn he heard something that sounded like the words ‘for now,’ whispered under Sam’s breath.

Dean shook his head against the hallucinations his mind was showing him, and changed slowly into a loose, thick cloth pair of swim trunks. He’d never been more happy he wasn’t the banana hammock type. As it was, the nuts and berries in danger of getting crushed weren’t forest trail mix….

..*.*.*.*.*.*

Dean slowly walked down to the small cabin front beach by the lake, looking around for Sam. His eyes scanned the smooth, flat surface of the water, looking around the surrounding area. He frowned, listening carefully. He’d heard Sam splashing around just minutes ago, where could he have gone? He took several quick strides forward, wading knee-deep into the water, trying to find Sam. His heart took a sudden leap into his throat as he heard the sound of a Jet Ski driving away from the area. Had Sam been out in the lake and been hit? Was that why the sound of the Jet Ski was heading directly away from the cabin at full throttle? “No,” Dean groaned desperately, starting to look around frantically. “No, please, not-”

He let out a sudden yelp as something wrapped tightly around his ankle, yanking at it, sending him down onto his butt with a resounding splash as peals of laughter filled his ears.

“I can’t BELIEVE you didn’t see me!” Sam chuckled, poking his head up through the water, tossing his hair back. Dean didn’t know whether to growl or groan as Sam moved up on his hands and knees in front of Dean, grinning over at him, splashing him slightly. “Talk about all senses on NO alert!” he laughed, moving closer, between Dean’s splayed legs.

“Sam!!” Dean barked, crab-walking backwards, away from Sam who was almost between his thighs, quickly crossing them as he glowered at his grinning, water-soaked brother. He scolded himself inwardly as he tried desperately not to think of just how wet and slippery Sam was right then. “You’re gonna pay for that,” he warned.

“Oooooo....” Sam purred through puckered lips as he crawled closer, splashing Dean as he scrambled back again, glaring at him warningly.

“Damn it!!!” Dean snapped, pushing himself to his feet, almost choking as Sam grabbed his ankle again, looking up at him with a devilish grin. Dean looked around frantically as Sam started to move up onto his knees in front of him, and he pulled himself free, diving into the water, swimming away quickly.

“Aww, Deanie doesn’t want to play?” Sam cooed, sitting back laughing as Dean swam away at top speed.

Deanie wants to play, Dean groaned to himself as his arms and legs pumped frantically away from Sam. If you only knew how much Deanie wants to play…. He heard Sam’s voice fading in the background, calling him back.

Dean kept swimming, cursing the balmy warmth of the water.

..*.*.*.*.*.*

45 minutes later, Dean was near exhaustion as he reluctantly headed for shore, silently thanking the powers that be that Sam was no longer in the lake, but puttering around up in the cabin.

“Friggin’ cock-tease,” Dean muttered under his breath as he walked up onto the beach, wrapping a towel around his waist. He was no longer half-hard but, “With my luck he’s probably dancing around naked, covered in honey in some kind of ancient hoo-doo forest ritual.…” Dean grumbled, heading up to the house.

Luck was with him that Sam was not in the midst of said ritual, but against him in that he was still only dressed in his skin-tight Speedo’s, which, according to Dean’s luck of the weekend, were still wet.

Dean cursed silently as Sam sauntered towards him with a grin, holding out, of all things, a freshly peeled banana.

“No thanks,” he growled, moving towards the stairs.

The Gods of irony were definitely on the job that day, as they made sure he got a good glimpse as half of the pale fruit disappeared into Sam’s mouth.…

..*.*.*.*.*.*

Dean wasn’t sure just how he was able to keep his sanity as well as he did for the rest of the day, but somehow he was able to live through Sam deciding the weather was perfect for wearing nothing but little cut-off shorts; Sam reacting to everything he found enjoyable with a happy little groan or a sigh, and Sam, of course (The Gods of Irony would demand no less) insisting they grill some obscenely large hot dogs for dinner, devouring several of them with relish. (Literally, and with chopped up bits of pickles.)

I’m gonna have to kill him, or at least put him in a coma for the rest of the weekend, Dean thought hysterically as Sam made slow work of a dark purple Popsicle for desert, sucking on it blissfully as he sprawled across the hammock hanging on the porch, one arm casually tossed over his head, one knee raised just enough to fully display what Dean wanted for desert.

“Isn’t this just amazingly relaxing?” Sam smiled, stretching languidly as he dropped the Popsicle stick on the small table beside it.

“Better than the usual roach motel, I guess-” Dean choked on his forcedly calm reply as Sam began to casually suck melted Popsicle juice off of his fingers, moaning contentedly as he wiggled down deeper into the folds of the huge hammock.

“Man, this hammock is SO big and comfy....” Sam sighed, sprawling out across it slowly as Dean practically bit the neck off his bottle of beer as he drained it frantically. “I bet you could fit two people in it, and still have enough room to thrash around as much as you wanted....” He glanced over as Dean lurched to his feet, almost staggering into the house. “Dean?”

“Need another beer,” Dean choked out, flying across the hardwood floors towards the refrigerator. He frantically grabbed two ice-cold beers, holding one against his crotch as he inhaled the other, trying to control the shakes wracking his body. He leaned his forehead against the cold metal of the door, gulping in deep lungfuls of air as he berated himself.

I’m losing it.... he groaned inwardly. I’m seeing sex in every damn little thing he does! He shook his head desperately, trying to clear it of the images it was greedily storing of the day, for more lurid dreams for the night. “I need to get a grip....” he pleaded with himself. “I’m gonna explode if I don’t. Or implode. Whatever....”

He finished off the beer he was clutching so desperately, reluctantly pulling the other one off of his crotch, putting it back on the shelf.

“Dean??” he heard Sam’s voice filter through the window, hearing him getting out of the hammock. “You okay in there?”

NO!!!!! Dean screamed silently. “I’m fine, Sammy,” he groaned, hurrying towards the stairs. “Just tired. I’m going to bed.”

“Aw, Dean!” Sam protested, coming into the house, narrowly missing the sight of Dean flying up the stairs to put distance between them. “Don’t go to bed yet! I wanted to check out the hot tub tonight!”

Dean casually hid his crotch by grinding it into one of the thick logs that supported the banister, managing to keep his voice steady as his mind took THAT image and ran a marathon with it. “So check it out,” he growled. “I’m not stopping you.”

“Dean, you KNOW it’s not safe to hot tub alone,” Sam sighed, looking up at him pleadingly. “C’mon, please? Just for a little while? It’ll help you relax....”

Dean’s mind roared with laughter at THAT little diagnosis as he felt himself stiffening harder at the thought.

“Not tonight, okay Sammy?” he managed. “I just want to go to bed.” WITH YOU!! his mind added helpfully.

“FINE....” Sam sighed, pouting slightly as Dean turned and hurried into his room, shutting the door firmly behind him. “Tomorrow night, then!!” he shouted at the closed door, going back out onto the porch.

Dean sank back on the bed, hoping that James Bond was right, and that tomorrow never comes.…

..*.*.*.*.*.*

Hot. Slick. Deep. Tight...so tight….

Dean groaned, plunging deeper into the delicious oblivion of Sam’s ass, feeling the bed shaking from the force of their mating as he moaned his brother’s name into the tangled mass of hair his fists were clenching in so frantically, as he greedily inhaled its intoxicating scent.

“Yes...yes...SAM....” he panted, leaning down to devour his mouth, shuddering in pleasure as Sam locked his ankles around the back of Dean’s neck, pulling him down closer. “So good...so tight...Sammy, I need you.…”

“You have me, Dean....” Sam gasped. “Now...always...need you...love you...harder, Dean, more...please...need more....”

“Anything you want....” Dean moaned, bracing his forearms on either side of Sam’s head as he began pounding harder and faster into the luxuriously tight channel that was swallowing him whole, burying his face between Sam’s knee and the crook of his neck as he whimpered his name over and over. “So good...so good...Sam.…”

“Yes...DEAN....” Sam panted, digging his fingers deeply into Dean’s shoulders. “Ride me, Dean... fuck me harder....”

“Oh, God....” Dean choked, feeling his lungs burning as they struggled to get enough air in, and his throat ache as each breath tore out in a strangled scream of Sam’s name as he pounded into him, feeling his head swimming with an overwhelming mix of need and lust.

He felt Sam buck underneath him, throwing him off, onto his back as he grabbed Dean’s cock and began pumping it wildly, whispering his name.

Dean didn’t even have time to wonder why Sam had suddenly switched positions, as he felt the force of his orgasm boiling up through him, surging up through his cock, and exploding over his hand as he shouted Sam’s name out in a long, throat-shredding wail.

Dean’s eyes shot open, looking frantically around the darkened room, and empty, come spattered bed.

“Ohhhhh...shiitttt....”

..*.*.*.*.*.*

Dean forced himself down the stairs, trying to block the images of last night’s dreams out of his head, heading towards the kitchen where Sam had shouted from that breakfast was ready, and to get his ass moving and get down there.

“You are imagining all these so-called ‘innuendoes’,” he muttered to himself as he headed reluctantly into the kitchen. “ ‘Get my ass moving’,” he sighed. “Wouldn’t THAT be fun....”

“Good morning!” Sam said cheerily as Dean walked in, handing him a cup of coffee. He tilted his head, looking at Dean, the very picture of wide-eyed innocence. “You look pretty grumpy...didn’t you get a good night’s sleep?”

“Did you?” Dean asked cautiously, hiding his reaction behind the rim of the cup as he swallowed nervously around his sore throat. HAD he been screaming out Sam’s name last night? His raw throat certainly seemed to think so.

“Oh, I slept like a baby,” Sam smiled, stretching slowly as he turned back towards the stove, presenting a splendid view of his ass to a hungry-eyed Dean.

At least he’s wearing a shirt today.... Dean thought ruefully, wishing it was a little more covering than the thin, skin-tight white tank top Sam was currently sporting over those same little cut-offs from yesterday. Dean glanced down, his jaw dropping.  Was it his imagination, or had they gotten shorter since last night?

“Ready to eat something good?” Sam grinned, looking over his shoulder at Dean, with what he could SWEAR was a coy look, except he steadfastly refused to believe he was hallucinating on top of everything else his mutinous mind was throwing at him.

“I suppose I could choke something down,” Dean said off-handedly, groaning internally as soon as he said it.

“Choking comes later tonight,” Sam said demurely, putting the plates on the table. He glanced over at Dean’s bug-eyed expression, shrugging innocently. “I mean, when it’s your turn to cook, of course....” he smiled sweetly.  

“Of course....” Dean agreed, wondering if he could come up with a plausible explanation for having to hunt something in the woods by himself for the next four days. Sausages.... Dean groaned to himself. He just HAD to make sausages....

..*.*.*.*.*.*

Dean ground his teeth together furiously in an effort for some semblance of control as his arms swung up again, lifting the axe over his head, bringing it down once again on an innocent piece of wood. It split with a satisfying crack, and did absolutely nothing to satisfy the fury in his blood. He cursed under his breath at the hapless chunks of log that steadfastly refused to calm his heart that hammered in his chest. “Fucking wood,” he grumbled, grabbing another piece, splitting it in half with two savage blows. Fucking wood indeed, he thought, morosely enjoying the double entendre as his cock throbbed painfully in the confines of his jeans. “Why don’t you just calm down?” he growled at his stubbornly stiff cock. “Just keep it down, as soon as we get back on the road we’ll find some sleazy bar bimbo, like you always do, get your damn rocks off there….” he grumbled.

He could almost swear he heard his cock laughing at him.

“Ah, the hell with this,” he growled as the drove the axe into a log, peering into the underbrush.

“Any evil things out there that wanna play?” Nothing but birds chirping merrily in the trees answered him and he rolled his eyes and a frustrated sigh exploded out of him. “C’mon, you evil fuckers love these kinds of woods! Come on!”

Nothing but more birds. More, happy, cheerful, fucking birds.

He half expected Snow White to come skipping out of the woods and sing to him.

But, at least that would mean there was a witch, right?

“Here, Chubacabra…nice Chubacabra…come here, and let Dean hunt you for a few days….”

Silence.

“Werewolf? Vampire? Skin-walker? Aw, c’mon, I’ll settle for a freakin’ Leprechaun here!”

Figured. Evil entities were like cops…

Never around when ya needed ‘em.

..*.*.*.*.*.*

Dean stumbled into the cabin, muscles aching from the suffering he had inflicted on every piece of wood within a half-mile radius. He smiled grimly at the satisfaction of knowing his body was too damn tired to react to anything, even if Sam had finally gotten around to the naked honey forest ritual, even if he had added the required hip thrusts and orgasmic screams.

Wrong again.

“Hey Dean, want to lick a beater?” Sam asked innocently, holding the afore-mentioned, dripping thick white liquid, kitchen implement out to him. He blinked, wide eyed over at Dean as his tongue caressed the other beater, lapping the dripping cake batter from its prongs. “I made your favorite vanilla-honey cake… thought you might like a piece….” He smiled, holding it out to Dean as his tongue wrapped around the center prong. “ Or two… I know how much you like something sweet….”

Dean had to give himself credit for inventiveness. He managed to turn the groan of pure lust that tore from his throat into a violent coughing fit, choking out some lame excuse about sawdust in his throat as he staggered into the bathroom, slamming it shut behind him. Sawdust… he groaned. There’s no sawdust when you CHOP wood….

I am not going to survive this weekend… Dean thought morosely, stripping off his clothes then jumping into a cold shower, only having to beat off twice to get his body to calm down.

..*.*.*.*.*.*

Dean moaned softly, settling back into the warm, bubbling water, feeling the tension starting to loosen in his muscles. He sank back against the soft, padded side of the hot tub, staring blankly up into the clear night’s sky, then let his eyes drift slowly shut.

“You survived another day, Deanie, old boy,” he congratulated himself. “Only 3 more to go....”

He sighed heavily, his mind replaying the various agonies he and his libido had suffered throughout the day. Since when had Sam been so into lollipops? He’d been sucking on one all day long, it seemed. “He musta gone through an entire friggin’ candy store....” Dean muttered darkly. And WHAT was the deal with lunch being mostly celery sticks and cream cheese? Dean groaned, his mind’s eye replaying Sam’s nimble tongue lapping the thick, white substance out of the celery’s crevice for what had seemed like hours. Dean had searched all the medicine cabinets and first aid kits in the house, but there was nary a grain of saltpeter to be found, damn it.

And then, of course, Sam HAD to get a small cut on his finger when chopping carrots for the dinner salad, and just HAD to refuse a bandage, contenting himself with sucking on said finger for endless minutes afterwards.

At least he chopped up the damn carrots, Dean thought sullenly. Can’t believe he didn’t deep throat every last one of them… But then again, he had kept dipping chunks in the ranch dressing, and sucking off the thick, white-

Dean growled, sinking further down into the water. “I’ve got a carrot for you, you rotten little prick tease….”

At least he had gone to bed, Dean mused. The house had been silent for quite awhile. He sat up slightly, rolling the stiffness out of his shoulders. Now, the only stiffness left was down lower....

He idly focused his hearing on the house, not hearing any signs of movement. Good. Maybe it was safe to beat off now, with thoughts of Sam on his mind and hands....

Dean groaned slightly, easing a hand down his chest and between his legs. He was achingly hard, the resistance of the day now fading as his body demanded its due. A small gasp spilled from his lips as he slid his hand into his bathing suit, wrapping his fingers around the stiff flesh that throbbed sharply there, moaning softly as he began to pump himself under the churning water.

“Mmmmm....” he sighed, settling back, his other hand trailing lightly across his chest as his erection grew, imagining the tight, wet heat of his hand was Sam’s mouth and tongue, lapping hungrily at him as he caressed himself. His breaths became deeper as he stiffened further, his hips starting to thrust up through the water, into his hand, as his breathing became labored. “Sam....” he whispered softly, picturing that thick brown hair spilling across his thighs while those perfect lips sucked hungrily at his cock, sounds of pleasure welling up from his throat as he swallowed him down into a blissful oblivion. Oh yeah, that was good….

A sound from the porch caught his attention and he gasped in a sharp breath, sitting upright, eyes shooting open as Sam walked slowly out of the house, a towel wrapped low around his hips as he moved towards the hot tub.

“I couldn’t sleep....” Sam said, answering the question that was frozen on Dean’s lips as he stared up at him as he walked closer. “Mind if I join you?” he asked cheerfully, hiking up his towel as he stepped into the tub.

“Actually, I was just about done....” Dean managed to choke out. “What-what’s-ohmyGod....” he whispered in a rush, a shudder wracking his body as Sam slowly peeled the towel off, tossing it aside, onto the deck.

“Is this what you were calling out for last night?” Sam asked quietly, moving closer to Dean as he stared goggle-eyed at the naked body of his brother. “Was it, Dean?” he whispered, standing in front of him.

“I---it...I.…” Dean stammered as Sam bent down slowly, laying his hands on Dean’s shoulders, easing them around Dean’s neck and cradling his head.

“Dean?” Sam breathed softly, leaning closer.

Dean shook as his defenses crumbled like fine china under a truckload of bricks, a tortured gasp tearing from his lips.

“Yes....” he managed to squeak out.

“I’m answering your call,” Sam breathed against his lips. “I’ll accept all charges....”

“Oh, God....” Dean whimpered as Sam pressed those soft, beautiful lips over his, kissing him slowly and deeply, sliding into his arms, pressing up against the length of Dean’s shaking body. “Yes....” Dean moaned, wrapping his arms around the wet, slippery body in his lap.  “YES....”

“Dean...God…Dean.…” Sam whispered, pulling back slightly, caressing Dean’s face slowly. “Want you...need you...want you so bad.…”

“Me too,” Dean groaned, sinking both hands into Sam’s hair, pulling him back for a rough, hungry kiss. “Want you forever....”

“Sounds good to me…” Sam purred, settling down onto Dean’s lap, straddling his thighs. Dean gasped as Sam’s cock rubbed up against him, his fingers clenching reflexively in the thick locks his hands were buried in. “You like that…?” Sam asked teasingly, planting wet, sucking kisses down Dean’s jaw, nibbling on his neck.

“Yessssss….” Dean hissed, holding Sam tighter. “…I like that….”

“Mmmmhhhhh….” Sam sighed as Dean’s hands moved down his back, exploring across the wet expanse of firmly muscled flesh, fingers kneading slowly into Sam’s skin. “Keep going….” Sam murmured as Dean’s hands began to wander lower. “Yes….” Sam moaned as Dean’s hands curved around his ass, pulling him closer, tighter against his body. “Yes… Dean…”

Dean groaned, deep in his throat as his fingers clenched tightly in the soft, firm curves of flesh he had dreamed of, wanted for so long, stroking, exploring across the slick mounds in his hands. “So good…” he gasped, his tongue trailing across Sam’s cheek, into the curve of his ear, probing hungrily. “YES…” he hissed as Sam cried out, bucking against him as he shuddered violently, gripping Dean’s shoulders tighter.

“Damn trunks are in the way,” Sam muttered, sliding his hands down Dean’s body, pushing at the wet folds of cloth across Dean’s lap. Dean arched his hips up, helping Sam to push his trunks down across his thighs, freeing his cock completely. “Nice…” Sam murmured appreciatively, trailing his fingers lightly across Dean’s straining hardness, smiling wickedly at Dean’s shout of pleasure. “Still in the way…” Sam sighed. He pulled back, sliding off of Dean’s lap, ignoring Dean’s groan of protest as he grabbed blindly for him. He flashed Dean another grin, then ducked under the water, yanking Dean’s trunks down and off with one exuberant tug.

Dean stifled a scream as he felt Sam’s face burying between his thighs, nuzzling against the stiff flesh he swore would rupture from the pressure at any moment. His hands clenched frantically in the wet mass of hair drifting over his skin as his head fell back with an inarticulate grunt of pleasure.

“No, No, No, NO, don’t stop….” he heard himself begging shamelessly as Sam’s head broke through the surface of the water, grinning up at him.

“Sorry Dean,” he purred, sliding slowly up Dean’s body, enjoying the tremors that wracked his brother’s body. “Gotta have at least a little air…” He wrapped himself around Dean again as their mouths met, each devouring and plundering with a desperate need and hunger for the other. He groaned heavily as Dean’s hips thrust up against his, feeling their stiff and aching cocks sliding against each other’s, pressing himself closer.

“Want you….” Dean gasped, cradling Sam’s face in his hands as he caressed it, raining hot, wet kisses across it as he shook with desire. “Want you…so bad….”

“I want you too,” Sam whispered, arching his head back as Dean sucked hungrily at his throat, feeling the mark Dean was leaving there pulse in time with his blood which surged frantically through his veins. “Want you…want you in me…please Dean…”

“Oh God,” Dean moaned, his trembling hands sliding down Sam’s chest, stroking across the smooth flesh. “Yes…” he managed to choke out as his fingers found Sam’s nipples, rolling and pulling at them urgently. “So sweet…” he whispered as Sam cried out, his lips descending over one, sucking frantically as his fingers pinched the other, reveling in the guttural groans of pleasure that spilled from Sam’s lips.

“Dean…” Sam whimpered as he held Dean’s head tightly against his chest. “Please…need you…want you…take me…please…need you in me…please…need it….”

“Yes….” Dean gasped, his hands curving around Sam’s ass again, fingers carefully probing between the firm mounds of flesh, grasping tighter as Sam shook in his arms, arching up against him. “How…I mean… never done this… don’t want to hurt you…Sam….”

“Here…” Sam choked, reaching behind Dean, grasping the bottle of aloe vera from the deck. “Use this…stretch me out with your fingers…make me ready….”

“Oh God ….” Dean groaned as Sam stood shakily, turning away from him, leaning over the padded side of the hot tub. “Oh God, yes…” he gasped as Sam pushed his ass up over the water’s edge. “Oh yes…”

“Dean….” Sam whimpered shamelessly, thrusting his ass towards Dean, writhing in anticipation. “Please…hurry… need you….”

“Yes, need you too….” Dean groaned, twisting the cap off of the bottle, spreading a large amount of the slick lotion over his fingers. “Need you so bad….” He moved his shaking hand between Sam’s quivering cheeks, slicking up the sweet crack that beckoned him so desperately, one finger cautiously probing in. “Good?” he managed to choke out as Sam cried out, his head falling forward.

“YES…” Sam moaned, arching his back as Dean began to slowly thrust one finger in and out. “So good…SO good…more, please, more Dean….”

“Sam.…” Dean gasped, easing a second finger into that tight, hot tunnel that seemed to scream out for him, starting to pump them in and out carefully. “So good…feels so right….”

“It does….” Sam moaned, pushing back steadily on the twin intruders impaling him so deliciously. “More Dean…more….”

“More….” Dean echoed, sliding the tip of a third finger into Sam’s spasming hole. “Oh God, Sam, I want you so bad!”

“Me too,” Sam gasped, bucking back against Dean, crying out his pleasure into the warm nights air. “Now Dean…please…need you in me… please.…”

“You don’t have to ask twice,” Dean groaned, coating his throbbing cock with the slick lotion, then guiding it between those hot, wet cheeks. “Want you.…” he choked out, pushing slowly into the undulating body before him. “YES…” he grunted as the head of his cock slipped into that tight, slick little hole. “Oh, holy  shit...God…Sam…Sam…YES…OhMyGod!”

“Dean!!!!” Sam screamed as Dean’s cock pierced his waiting body. “Oh, yes, Dean, PLEASE….” he stuttered out as Dean pushed slowly into him, fingers digging into his hips, holding him steady as he trembled in ecstasy. “SO good….” he moaned as he felt the entire length of Dean’s cock burying in his ass. “Oh God, I never thought it could feel this good….”

Dean groaned as he felt Sam tighten around him as he sheathed himself fully into the waiting body, his head swimming as the sensations crashed up and over him, holding Sam’s hips firmly, pulling him back against him. “Sam….” he whimpered, leaning down over him, draping slightly over his brother’s trembling back. “It’s so good…Sammy, you feel so good!”

“You too,” Sam gasped, pushing back against Dean, a low moan of pleasure escaping his lips. “Dean…Dean…do it…take me…take me hard!”

“Yes.…” Dean moaned, gripping Sam’s hips tightly, pulling back slowly, then easing back in with a cry of his brother’s name. “Need you…wanted you so for long.…”

“More Dean, do it….” Sam pleaded, pushing back against him, fingers digging frantically into the soft side of the hot tub. “More, harder, please, harder…faster…more, Dean…MORE….”

“Whatever you want,” Dean grunted, his hips starting a slow, pumping rhythm, burying himself deeply into Sam’s ass with each thrust. “Yes…Oh God…you feel so good, Sammy…so tight…so fucking tight…so hot….”

“Faster, Dean….” Sam moaned, rocking his hips back harder. “FASTER… harder…deeper…more, Dean…fuck me….” he gasped, panting slightly as Dean pumped harder. “Oh, yes, FUCK me!!!!”

“Sam!!!” Dean screamed out, yanking his hips back as he drove into him harder and faster, plunging as deeply as he could into the sweet, hot oblivion that swallowed him whole. “God, baby, Sam, YES!! Yes! So fucking good!”

“DEAN….” Sam choked out as Dean pounded into him, pushing him further over the edge of the hot tub, hands kneading frantically into his hips. “Yes…yes…DEAN…Dean…yes…oh, yes…fuck me, Dean…fuck me harder!!!!”

Dean grunted out an inarticulate response, driving frantically into Sam, his hips jack hammering against his brother’s as one hand shakily slid around him, grasping the throbbing, spitting flesh it found there, feeling the heat of the fluid dripping from it even over the steaming water of the hot tub. “God, you’re tight….” Dean hissed, sinking as deeply as he could manage into the delicious depth of Sam’s ass as it welcomed him in, clenching around his throbbing cock.

“Mmmhhh,” Sam groaned, bucking back even harder against Dean’s hips. “Dean… You’re so big… so hot…feels so good… more… don’t stop….”

“…wouldn’t….” Dean gasped, leaning down closer, raining hot, sucking kisses across Sam’s trembling back. “…couldn’t….” He ran his tongue down Sam’s spine, lapping hungrily at the fine sheen of sweat, feeling his body straining against him with an unbearably delicious tension.

Sam groaned loudly, fingers practically tearing through the vinyl side of the hot tub as he thrust back wildly against Dean, his head whipping from side to side as he swallowed back the screams trying to tear their way out of his lungs, muffling them into guttural gasps of Dean’s name.

“Dean….” he choked, looking back over his shoulder as his body began shaking almost out of control, feeling Dean’s heart hammering in time with his against his back as Dean pressed closer to him. “…gonna…come…gonna come…kiss me….” he gasped.

Dean growled out a low sound of pleasure as he roughly captured Sam’s lips with his, sucking frantically on the offered tongue, as his arms wrapped around Sam’s slick body, holding him tightly against his chest.

Suddenly, both their bodies shook furiously as their orgasms overtook them, bucking desperately against each other as they shot to completion, groaning each other’s names as their lips broke apart from the force of their climaxes. They clutched wildly at the edge of the hot tub as their legs gave out, slowly sinking down into the steaming water.

“Dean….” Sam whispered, melting back against his chest as Dean managed to drag them to the edge bench, sinking back with a moan, his arms wrapped loosely around Sam’s lax body.

“Sam….” Dean whimpered as his head lolled forward, burying his face in the wet tangle of hair on Sam’s shoulder, gasping for breath.

“Dean…that was…that was…ohmyGod….”

“Yeah…” Dean agreed weakly. “It was….”

..*.*.*.*.*.*

“Dean….” Sam sighed blissfully, as he licked his way down Dean’s body. “Mmmm, you taste so good….” His tongue lapped slowly at the sheen of sweat that glistened on Dean’s body, sliding down lower as his hands caressed Dean’s shaking hips. “Wonder how good this tastes….” he purred, wrapping one hand around Dean’s throbbing cock, bending his head down.  Dean groaned desperately as Sam’s tongue reached out, running over the dripping head, lowering his head down slowly, suckling gently at the moisture that flowed from his aching need. “Mmmm, tastes good….” Sam moaned, licking his lips as he pulled back slightly. He glanced up at Dean’s harsh cry, smiling wickedly as his eyes locked with Dean’s wild, desperate gaze. “I could make a meal out of this….” he whispered, dropping his gaze as his mouth swarmed over Dean’s cock, sucking him in, down to the back of his throat.

Dean’s frantic cry mixed with Sam’s moan as he began to suck on Dean in earnest, one hand wrapped tightly around the base as he fed hungrily on Dean’s thrusting cock. The other hand slid deeper between his thighs, gently rolling and tugging on the taut balls he found there, one finger sliding down between the dark crevice behind them.

“Yes…yes…” Dean hissed through his clenched jaw, writhing across the bed under Sam’s administrations. “So good…So sweet…suck me, Sammy…suck it…suck it harder….”

Sam groaned deeply around Dean’s cock, sucking harder as his tongue swarmed over and around the head of Dean’s cock, pulling him deeper into the hot, wet recesses of his mouth, hands swarming over and around his hips as he held Dean down, stilling the frantic thrusts into his mouth.

“Dean….” Sam moaned, pulling back slightly, rocking his head in time with Dean’s hands tangling in his hair that pulled him closer in a desperate rhythm. “You taste so good…want it…need it…come in my mouth, baby…want to taste all of you…need it!”

Dean grunted out a wordless reply as Sam’s lips slid back over him, feeding on him hungrily, small, frantic gasps echoing from the back of his throat as he sucked Dean in deeper, swallowing roughly.

“Nooo…No…don’t stop….” Dean begged as Sam pulled back again, still stroking and caressing his aching cock with his hand, rubbing it against his cheek, trailing his lips across his balls. “Please don’t stop!”

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this, Dean?” Sam moaned, his lips nibbling up and down Dean’s throbbing hardness. “How long I’ve wanted to suck on your cock? Feel you in my mouth, in my bed, in my arms, in my ass?” He ran the tip of his tongue slowly along the pulsating vein that stood out sharply from Dean’s cock, rubbing his thumb across the glistening tip, sighing in pleasure as Dean cried out, bucking up against him frantically. “How many nights I lay in my bed, alone, stroking my cock, wishing it was your hand? Or your mouth? Wishing you were in my bed, wrapped around me, your hands swarming all over my body, your cock thrusting into me, fucking me until I screamed your name?”

“How long…?” Dean managed to choke out, kneading his fingers through the tangle of hair between his fingers, caressing the side of Sam’s face. His eyes hungrily took in the look of wanton pleasure that rolled across his brother’s face as he leaned into his touch, rubbing himself against Dean like a deliriously happy cat.

“I have no idea,” Sam smiled slowly, running his tongue across the head of Dean’s cock. “But it’s been a while.…”

Dean arched up desperately as that perfect, hungry mouth swarmed over his cock again, crying out into the warm nights air as Sam sucked him into the back of his throat, fingers everywhere; on his thighs, around his cock, between his cheeks, on his ass, in his ass, thrusting, probing, exploring as he swallowed down the orgasm that exploded from Dean like a tidal wave, spilling down Sam’s throat as he drank it greedily, moaning out his delight.

Sam groaned, collapsing between Dean’s splayed thighs, rubbing his forehead against Dean’s leg as he sagged back, shudders running up and down the length of his body as his fingers clenched weakly in Sam’s hair.

“So good….” Dean gasped as he felt Sam licking his way up his body. “So fucking amazing….”

“It is, isn’t it?” Sam purred, nuzzling along Dean’s jaw, then taking Dean’s mouth in a rough, possessive kiss, sucking hungrily on his tongue. “Suck my cock, Dean,” he purred, running his tongue across Dean’s ear, pressing himself harder against Dean’s hip. “Suck it…you know you want to….”

“YES…” Dean groaned, sliding his hands around Sam’s hips, pulling him up. “Yes…Sam…want to taste you.…” he whispered, tugging until Sam was straddling his chest. “Fuck my mouth….” he gasped, guiding Sam’s cock towards his mouth. “Fuck it, Sammy….”

“Oh yeah,” Sam moaned as Dean’s lips wrapped around him, leaning against the headboard as he started to pump into Dean’s mouth. “Yeah, suck me Dean…suck it!”

Dean groaned around the throbbing flesh in his mouth, kneading Sam’s hips as they humped steadily against him, swallowing the pre-cum that dripped from Sam’s cock as his tongue lapped hungrily, yanking him closer. One hand frantically clenched the curves of his ass as the other fondled the heavy sac behind the flesh he was devouring so eagerly, rolling it between his fingers.

“Yeah, Dean….” Sam grunted, fingers desperately clenching the headboard as he pumped into Dean’s mouth, spreading his legs wider, lowering his hips as he sank deeper between Dean’s lips. “Suck me, Dean…suck me harder…take it all!”

Dean groaned around Sam, sucking harder, fingers digging into Sam’s ass as he fed hungrily on the hot stiffness in his mouth, swallowing roughly as Sam started to jerk unsteadily against him, gasping out his name.

“Yes…yes…YES!!!” Sam screamed, one hand sliding around Dean’s head, running his fingers through his hair as he pumped even deeper down Dean’s throat. “Oh yes…Oh God…gonna come… gonna come, Dean…coming…I’m coming… Oh God, I’m coming Dean!!!”

Dean groaned needily as Sam shot down his throat, swallowing desperately on the hot cream that flowed from his brother, fingers digging deeply into the round curves of Sam’s ass as they shook in his grasp as he bucked helplessly against him, gasping his name over and over.

“Dean…” Sam whimpered as he slumped down, large hands guiding him down until he was draped across Dean’s chest, shaking through the last tremors of his orgasm, clutching weakly at Dean’s shoulders.

“You taste so sweet, Sammy,” Dean whispered, licking the last of Sam’s come from his lips, burying his face in the sweaty hair of his brother. “So good….”

“Stop calling me Sammy….” the raspy voice grumbled from the crook of his neck. “Jerk.”

“Bitch.”

“Blow me.”

“I thought I just did.”

“Go to sleep, Dean….”

..*.*.*.*.*.*

“What do you want for breakfast, Dean?” Sam asked as Dean strode into the kitchen, stretching with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

“You….” Dean purred, wrapping his arms around Sam’s waist, burying his face in the crook of his neck as he sucked hungrily on the warm flesh he found there.

Sam laughed, squirming slightly against his brother’s hold. “I meant, what do you want to eat?” Sam admonished, trying to reach the refrigerator.

“YOU…” Dean moaned, sinking to his knees, pulling Sam’s boxers along with him.

It was over an hour before six eggs, a red pepper and some mushrooms met their fates in an omelet….

..*.*.*.*.*.*

“So….” Sam drawled as they hopped into the car. “I take it this little vacation turned out a little better than you thought, huh?”

“Yeah, a little bit,” Dean said dryly as he turned the engine on, resisting the urge to wipe the smug look off his brother’s face.

“Still not mad you never found a Chubacabra, then?”

Dean really had to resist smacking the smirk off his brother’s face.

“Blow me.”

“Okay! Pull over.”

“Bite me.”

“Ooo, kinky! Again, pull over.”

“Would you cram it?!”

“Love to! Pull over.”

“This is gonna be a long ride….”

“Absolutely! Pull o-“

“How’s that?”

“I didn’t mean pull my shirt over my head….”

“I’ll put my foot in your ass if you don’t keep it in your pants!”

“Jerk.”

“Bitch.”

“Butt-head.”

“Dill-hole.”

“Ass-munch.”

“Dick.”

“Damn straight. Come on, one more for the road….”

Dean sighed, pulling the car underneath the trees, switching off the engine just as Sammy pounced. “What the hell….”

Yeah, life could be okay sometimes…