"Dean would you just say something?!"

I continued to stare at the thermostat silently. Just like I had been for the last 20 minutes while Sam tried to talk to me.

I couldn't feel my lips anymore.

All I could feel were the paths that Sammy's hands had traced 20 minutes ago because they were burning with cold, unlike the rest of me which was just cold.

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye and before I knew it my mind was glued to his lips, and the image that popped into my head of him using those lips to warm me up. I shuddered to shake the image out of my head and took a good look at his face.

He was glaring at the thermostat, like I had been, which showed he was mad at me now but he was also chewing on his lip which meant he was deep in thought.

"What are you thinking about?"

The question popped out of my mouth before I could think about what I was asking. He looked at me for a second incredulously.

"You refuse to talk to me for 20 minutes and decide to break your silence because you're suddenly curious what I'm thinking?"

"You're chewing your lip. You only do that when you're absorbed in thought. What are you thinking?"

"Nothing, Dean."

"What. Are. You. Thinking?" I put the demand in my tone this time and realized I sounded a little like Dad used to.

"You really wanna know?" he asked me with a twisted grin on his face, more fed up than amused.

"Would I have asked if I didn't want to know Sam?!"

"I was thinking about your lips."

My face must have shown how dumbfounded I was by that answer because he elaborated several seconds later.

"Wrapped around my cock," his eyes slid closed and he licked his lips as he continued, "Sucking at the head and tonguing the back of it in an inconsistent unpredictable pattern, unexpectedly diving down as far as you can, the back of your tongue now pressed against the spot on the back of the head while you trace designs with the tip of it. All the while sucking. Hard."

He trailed off with a soft groan and bit his lip again. I stared at him for a minute, my mouth dry as a desert. I closed my eyes and took a breath, slowly wetting my lips with my tongue as I told myself to get a hold of myself.

When I opened my eyes, I found his gaze trained my on tongue as it swiped across my bottom lip. I froze as I caught the sound of a light moan in the air coming from my little brother.

"Sam-" I managed to choke out around the arousal blocking my throat, "Stop looking at me like that…"

His eyes snapped up to meet mine and they narrowed, "Stop talking."

"Wha-" I didn't get to finish my question before I found out the answer, Sam threw himself on top of me, pinning me in moments. In my defense, I was freezing and taken by surprise…

"Shut up. I'm thinking I can find a better use for those lips of yours."

My face flushed as his words from a minute ago washed through my brain again, I knew it was the demon but god damn did that sound like a good course of action.

My eyes widened again as he suddenly ground his hips down into mine, I arched into him mindlessly and moaned, clinging to him at the burst of warmth as his mouth crashed down onto mine.

His mouth was harsh, more needy and possessive than I would have expected from my Sammy. I did my best to give what I was getting right back to him, but I can't believe I'm about to admit it but he was doing a pretty good job of kissing my brains out.

"Sam," I mumbled reluctantly into his lips, "We really cannot do this, you're my brother, I'm sorry but we can't do this…"

His lips made a soft wet pop as he gently broke away from the kiss, looking up at me with need shining in his eyes, "Please Dean. Please, for me, need this. Ple-"

"Sam," I interrupted him, half growling, unable to listen to him plead with me for something I clearly wanted to do right now anyways, "Just shut up, I'm trying to do what's right here."

Before I knew what was happening, he'd flipped us over so that I was on top and pushed me roughly down so that his cock was resting just barely on my bottom lip. I stared at it, swallowing my panic, and looked back up at him with wide eyes.

"Suck it."

"Sa-" I was cut off by a well placed thrust and before I knew it the head of his cock had pushed right past my bottom lip and was now resting on the tip of my tongue.

"Don't talk Dean," he moaned, one hand twisting in his hair, the other coming down to rest of the back of my head, "Please, just do it!"

I swallowed nervously as I tentatively closed my lips around the head and sucked softly, licking hesitantly at the sensitive spot on the back of it. His hand spasmed on the back of my head and his hips bucked forward, forcing more of him into my mouth.

I'm going to go back to hell for this…

I choked for a second before I forced myself to calm down and focus on doing good things with the thing in my mouth. I sucked at the flesh hard, remembering his description, and pressed the back of my tongue against the back of his head, slowly sliding back off of him while keeping the pressure on that spot until it was the tip of my tongue on it rather than the back of my tongue.

Sammy was tense with the effort not to lose control and he let out a light breathy moan when he looked down at me. I took my tongue away for a second and then lapped at it curiously, his cock bobbed eagerly and Sam moaned again.

"Don't tease me Dean, finish what you started dammit."

I shivered softly, my mouth was hot but the rest of me was freezing, I just didn't want Sam to notice, it was okay if I froze as long as he didn't freeze and we didn't fuck. I lowered myself back towards him slowly, trying not to shake.

"Dean wait, come up here for a sec…"

I slid up along his body, enjoying the heat I got and hating that it was coming from my little brother, I leaned on my elbows, bracing my weight on either side of his head.

"I'm already doing everything you asked me to, you're warming up, just let me go finish, what else could you possibly need Sam?" I asked quietly.

"Nothing," Sam said brightly as two small clicks went through the air, "I just needed you to get up here so I could do that."

I stared up at my hands. He'd locked the handcuffs around the bedposts and attached them to both of our wrists. He always was clever. Now, although I could certainly break the bedpost to free myself, I couldn't break the bedpost without also breaking his wrists with them. I gave the cuffs a good yank anyways and glared at him.


"What the fuck Sam? What is this?"

"You weren't warming up!"

"So fucking what?! You were and that was the fucking point!"

"I don't want to be warm if you're not warm."

"You sound like a petulant five year old. Real hot Sammy."

"Shut up Dean, I bet you don't even know what that means!"

"That's besides the point, what the hell's the fucking plan here Sam. You cuffed us like this, but I'm still wearing all my clothes so this is pointless. Just undo the cuffs and let me go."

Sam looked up at the ceiling and raised his eyebrow, "Hey Golem?"

"Don't fucking talk to it, it's not gonna talk back. This is your master plan?!"

He glared death at me and then continued, "This is just something I read in a mythology book last night but if it was true do you think you could fix the situation for me?"

There was silence for a moment and nothing happened.

"What exactly were you hoping was going to happen there Sam?"

Suddenly something wasn't right, and I gasped at all the heat that overwhelmed me.

"That!" Sam crowed, grinning victoriously at the ceiling, "Thank you!"

That's when I realized all our clothing was gone.

Sam wrapped his legs around my waist before I could start thrashing away from him and I froze as the tip of my cock touched his ass. I used all my willpower not to moan and push into the heat I could feel waiting for me just out of reach.

"Just let go Dean, stop fighting it," he breathed at me, wiggling down further. I sucked in a breath as the pressure on my tip increased and I tried to edge away at the same pace as he was pushing down but I wasn't winning.

"Sam-stop-please-I can't-you're gonna- I'm gonna-" I broke off with a strangled gasp as the head of my cock finally eased past the ring of muscle pushing against it.

"Sammngh, fuck-"

Oh man tell me I did not just moan his name like that.

I made one last effort to pull back out but I couldn't move back any further, I looked up at Sam to beg him to stop one last time. He was staring back at me, a cocky smirk on his face. Before I could say anything, he tightened his muscles around my head.

I forgot everything I was about to say as all the breath I'd saved up to say it with whooshed out of my lungs and my hips jerked forward of their own accord to settle me the rest of the way in. I collapsed against him as heat exploded over both of us and he used his legs to start moving.

I groaned helplessly and buried my face in the crook of his neck, biting down on it to hold in my moans. As soon as my teeth closed around the skin I felt him tense up and he craned his head back to give me more room.

As I sucked on his neck obligingly his hands scrambled against mine and I let him slip his fingers between mine. I pushed my hips as hard as I could into each thrust he made and before long I could feel him getting close. Every time I went in as far as I could, his back would arch and his stomach muscles would tense uncontrollably, I wasn't that far away from cumming myself.


"Mmm-me too"

There was a flash of light a few seconds later as I came hard, his cum splattering on my chest at the same time, and in the silence that followed broken only by heaving chests and labored breathing I heard the heater click back on.

"We're safe Sammy," I sighed, "The golem's gone…"

"Good," he breathed, "Sleep."

"No, handcuffs," I corrected quickly before he did fall asleep.

"Oh yeah," he laughed sleepily as he clicked them off easily.

I rolled off of him and scooted back over to my side of the bed.


"We'll talk in the morning Dean, sleep now."

I agreed in a wordless groan and without another thought, went to sleep.

I woke up in the morning to Sam shouting angrily at the ceiling.

"When I asked you to make our clothes disappear I only meant the ones ON us! Give them back!"

I looked over to see a naked Sam brandishing two empty duffels at the hotel ceiling.

"I hate our lives. And you now owe me a new pair of Buffy boxers, along with the rest of my wardrobe, but especially my Buffy boxers."

The End