Sam Winchester had really had enough of the South in the summer to last him a lifetime. Normally, he was always cold, but shit, even he was hot in Cedar Key, Florida, in fucking August. He had walked to the library to do some research on the local big bad they were after and now he was not only hot, but he was sore from sitting in the most uncomfortable chair for several hours. This was just wrong on so many levels. Dean had of course opted for the ‘talk to the locals' part of their plan and at least he was probably someplace with a fan if not air conditioning. A luxury the library apparently hadn't heard of, along with normal chairs.
Getting back to the beach house, he found a note from Dean that he was still running down some info and would meet Sam back there for dinner around eight. That left Sam with little time to kill. He had spotted an ice cream stand around the corner and decided to walk over and see what they had. A few minutes later and he had a bomb pop, the largest Popsicle known to man and headed toward the dock behind their house.
Dean finished up a little sooner and headed back to the house. Maybe Sam would be there and they could hit the bar a little sooner. There was nothing like a cold beer to chase the heat away. Dean had just gotten out of the Impala when he spotted Sam rounding the corner, padding across the concrete barefoot in the direction of the dock, sucking on a Popsicle. Now that sight should not have been doing anything to Dean's cock, but of course this was Dean and that was Sam, and so it was. Everything Sam did was fucking sexy to Dean and his tongue and mouth slipping around the popsicle had so many good things going on in Dean's head he just about tripped on the curb. Dean picked a vantage point just far enough to see every move his brother made, but not so close that Sam would spot him.
Sam settled himself on the rail of the dock with his back to the setting sun. The temperature had dropped a little now that the sun was fading into the sea and the breeze had picked up. Combining that with his ice cold frozen delight and Sam was much happier. The place was fairly secluded on the Gulf Coast, not a big tourist spot and due to that, the places were vacant. Sam was content to sit there and enjoy his treat while the rest of the city settled in for the evening.
Dean watched as Sam's tongue licked around the edge, catching the little melting drips as they threatened to drop off. Tilting his head slightly, Sam stuck his tongue out and licked up the side of red, white, and blue rocket and once at the top, heard him suck the tip into his mouth with a childlike slurp.
All that was just too much for Dean, who figured there was something much better for Sammy to suck and lick than that damned thing, but he figured he could come up with a few inventive ways to put the cold stuff to use. Dean crossed the distance to Sam in a few seconds.
"Hey Sammy, whatcha doin'?" Dean asked, trying not to sound predatory and failing miserably.
"I got a popsicle, want some?" Sam asked, holding it out for Dean to share. How such an incredibly hot and sexy man could sound so naive, just blew Dean away every time.
"Oh I want some Sammy," Dean whispered in Sam's ear and he was so not referring to the popsicle.
Sam got lost for a moment in the hot breath tickling his ear, but he snapped back as cold liquid trickled down his fingers.
"Dean, baby...melting on my fingers," again sounding so innocent.
"I can help with that." Dean purred as he proceeded to take it from Sam and oh so slowly suck each of Sam's fingers into his mouth and twirl his tongue around as he pulled back to release them. Sam moaned at the feeling and was suddenly hot in a whole different and much better way.
"Oh...." Sam was getting with the program now.
"Take this off," Dean whispered as he tugged at the hem of Sam's tee-shirt and carefully held the confection in his hand while he removed his own shirt. In a moment, both shirts were laying discarded on the wooden dock beside them.
Dean slowly trailed the popsicle up Sam's chest making him draw in a hissing breath at the coldness touching his skin. Dean held it to Sam's mouth and he lapped at it like a man who was starving. The tip of Sam's tongue doing all sorts of erotic things to that frozen ice.
Dean moved between Sam's thighs as he kissed him deeply. The perfect combination of cherry and Sammy flavor swirled across his tongue and they both moaned into the kiss as it deepened and grew more demanding. Dean could feel Sam's beautiful lashes against his own and he shuddered, leaning into the heat of the kiss. In seconds, their tongues were intertwining, caressing and stroking all the sweet places. Dean groaned when Sam pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and sucked at it, his fingers threading through his brother's silky locks. Dean couldn't get close enough to Sam and he kept pushing into Sam's long, muscled body; touching, tasting, and needing him. Sam slid off the rail and held Dean in a tight embrace. He grabbed Dean's head and pulled him into a kiss. He pressed their lips together, drove deep with his tongue, searching for the heat in Dean's mouth.
Dean relented for a minute, mouth open and submissive, his hands resting lightly on Sam's shoulders, just enjoying the feel of Sam kissing him. Sam's kisses were the same combination of innocence and passion and Dean savored each one like a starving man given a meal.
Finally, he pulled back a bit and held the melting popsicle closer to Sam's body letting the cold liquid drip onto Sam's torso, each cold droplet sending a shiver through Sam. He licked each spot, still reveling in the wonderful Sammy taste. Dean rubbed his fingers into the melting confection and trailed his slick fingers over Sam's nipples eliciting a growl from Sam. Dean reached his other hand around Sam's waist, holding on to him and maneuvered until they found the perfect position to grind into each other. Once they found it, they ground in rhythm, heartbeats joining together. Dean's skin tingled everywhere Sam touched him and he felt himself getting perilously close to coming and since he had another plan he eased up, breathing hard, and looked at his brother. Sam's eyes were hooded, dark, and blown wide with need.
"God Dean...inside now, please," Sam begged.
"No Sammy right here, right now." Sam was so lost in his brother that he almost missed that. Dean wanted him, here on the dock, in the not that dark outside night.
Sam lifted his head to pant. "Here?"
Dean's answer was pretty obvious when he popped the button on Sam's jeans and slid the zipper slowly down. Sam bucked into his hand when he brushed his cock through the cotton, still preventing what Sam desperately wanted; Dean touching him, caressing his aching hardness, stroking him until he came. Finally he slipped his hand down the front. Finding the leaking velvet soft head and giving it a quick stroke, pulling a deep moan from Sam that vibrated across Dean's skin
Sam slid his hand between their sweat covered bodies, undid his brother's jeans and slid his long fingers under Dean's waistband, long enough to find the head of his cock and stroke the slit, driving Dean from hard to gotta fuck NOW in a flash. Dean needed to be in Sam. Needed him hot, tight, and around him.
Dean pulled him away from the rail, grabbed their shirts, took a few steps up the wooden dock where the ground cover was mostly sand and tossed the shirts down for a makeshift blanket.
Sam opened his mouth to say something and Dean slid the Popsicle into Sam's navel and whatever thought Sam had vanished as the coldness spread across his skin and liquid trailed over those sensitive nerves just below it. Pressing his thumb to Sam's lips, Sam's mouth opened eagerly pulling it in. His mouth sucked, his tongue slicked, and his body shivered at the thought of where that thumb was going. Dean slid his thumb back out of Sam's mouth, rubbing it against his lips before kissing him again.
Dean circled Sam's nipples with the Popsicle before licking and nibbling at them until they were hard.
"Naked," Dean growled as he separated himself from Sam.
Quickly the rest of their clothes were discarded and Dean pulled Sam down with him to the soft earth below. Dean was stroking, teasing Sam's gorgeous body, almost to distract him as much as to please him, because if Sam had too much time to think about doing this here and now, he was going to tense up way too much for this to work. Dean couldn't let that happen because, well, taking Sam outside was a long held fantasy and he wanted this so much.
"Not...." And that was as far as Sam's concern got since Dean's body was pressed close to his and he slid his thumb past that tight ring, wiggled, and slid deeper. Sam's broken moan rumbled so low it vibrated Dean's chest. He tightened and relaxed around Dean's thumb, responding to each thrust and movement.
"Dean, please," Sam groaned as Dean twisted a bit. Sam was grinding down onto his hand and to hell if they had an audience. This was so good it would be worth a public indecency fine.
Dean watched Sam's face as he slid another finger inside his brother; Sam was gone, lost to the passion roaring through him, eyes so dark Dean could no longer see them in the darkness. He twisted his wrist and Sam arched and whined, his body shifting and bucking making it pretty clear he was enjoying himself.
"Now," Sam begged, wrapping his tanned legs around his brother trying to pull him in.
Dean could watch his brother in the throes of lust and want all day, but his own cock was leaking and pressing against his belly, pretty much demanding that Dean do something and threatening that if he didn't fuck Sam right the hell now his balls might actually pull up so far that they disappeared right the hell into his body and that is very difficult to explain.
Removing his fingers, Dean slicked himself and positioned himself at Sam's center. Pushing in slow and steady he felt the wonderfully hot pressure that massaged every inch of his cock; the pulse of blood, the shift of soft flesh, that unbelievable friction and dug his fingers deep into Sam's hips and waited for Sam to adjust.
Sam moaned through every inch of Dean's push into him. Muscles burning and nerves firing as pain and pressure turned to nothing but exquisite pleasure. Nothing ever felt like this. Dean completely sheathed in him, still for a moment, the calm before the coming storm of their orgasms.
"Move."
Dean shifted and pulled out; rotating his hips, angling for the spot that would make Sam's world collapse to nothing else but them. Finding it, he kept up that roll to his hips, and Sam was growling out a curse with every thrust, words getting less and less intelligible.
Dean was close to falling over the edge and needed Sam to come with him. Sam had tried to be quiet but that never worked out. They always brought out the feral side of each other and well that was noisy, and when Dean gripped Sam's cock, stoked him with the perfect stroke, that had Sam swearing, panting, and shining with sweat. His muscled legs squeezing his hips almost as hard as his inner muscles squeezed his cock.
He matched his thrusts to the rhythm of his hand sliding over his brother's cock.
"Dean!"
"Yeah, baby. Do it."
A splash of warmth against his stomach and Sam bucked up hard, clamping down tighter than anything he'd ever had around his cock, a blinding force that had him thrusting all sloppy and desperate.
He came with a fucking burst of light behind his heavy eyelids, teeth sinking into his bottom lip, spine disengaging and leaving him to shake his way through it. His balls dumped load after load inside Sam until he collapsed on top of him.
They were both panting, trying to settle themselves to move, when Sam heard it, a small rustle behind them. Sam tensed, expecting the worst, looking at Dean for some help, until an elderly female voice piped up.
"I gotta get me one of those damn popsicles"
They both burst out laughing and decided to move. Dean pulled out of his brother, helped him up, and headed inside.
popsicles by sammysslave
Author's Notes:
Inspired by all the food/sex stories around the archive and the fact that it was hotter than Hell when I started writing this. Much love and thanks to Supernaturalgrl for the best beta and the Huntress for helping me learn that they have beach houses and not cabins....I don't hang at the beach much. I love it when you let me know what you think!