Title: Breathing Room
Author: Wincesteriffic Kaz
Info: The boys get caught in a tight spot. Set in season 1 anywhere. Dean/Sam
Author's Note: There wasn't going to be a second chapter but several people pounced me to write the shower scene so here you are. :P Enjoy! I know I did. LOL
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em but if I did…they'd never get dressed. Heh heh heh
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Sam stood behind his brother while he opened the motel room door and thought furiously. They'd said little in the car on the way back, exchanging heated and suggestive, and perhaps slightly uncertain, looks instead. And now…Sam was trying to decide if what had happened had really happened. He rolled his eyes at himself and adjusted his uncomfortably sticky jeans again. Oh, yeah. It had happened, and how long had he been wanting that? He wasn't even sure. It seemed like he'd always had those thoughts about Dean; at least since he was a teenager, puberty, maybe…after he'd realized just how jaw-droppingly sexy his big brother was. He stepped inside the room as Dean went for the bathroom and wondered how Dean would react if he did go in behind him.
Dean felt Sam's presence at his back like a flame, warming him and making him acutely aware of the drying stain on the front of his jeans. He knew he should feel…disgust? Probably…but he didn't. What he felt was the keen desire to get his little brother in the damn shower.
"Are we gonna talk about this?" Sam asked suddenly.
Dean turned in the bathroom door, flicking the light on. "Do we always have to talk everything to death?" Although, inwardly, he had to admit that this was kind of biggie as far as unusual life events went, that still didn't mean he wanted to actually TALK about it.
Sam rolled his eyes and plowed on. "Maybe…maybe it was those symbols in the crawl space…you think they might have made us…ya know…"
"Bump, grind and cum 'til we saw stars?" Dean said bluntly and enjoyed the blush that spread up Sam's face. He chuckled and backed into the bathroom. "We should probably check that out. See if it's…gone? You know…experiment."
Sam's brows rose and there was no mistaking the heat on his brother's face or the answering tug of his own lust. He felt his lips curve up in a smile as he stared at Dean.
"You gonna stand there all night or get your ass in here, Sammy?" Dean moved away from the door with a laugh and pulled his shirts off over his head, then unbuttoned his jeans, anxious to get out of the tacky denim. He bent and turned the shower on, smirking when the door shut behind him.
"Are you…" Sam swallowed. His nerve had suddenly deserted him faced with Dean's broad, muscled back. "You sure about…about this? Me? I mean, we're…you know…"
Dean sighed. He'd worked it all out in the car, more or less, and obviously Sam needed a little help with the logic. He smiled. "Sammy." Dean grabbed the hem of his brother's shirts and pulled them up, yanking them off over his head. His mouth went dry faced with the smooth, chiseled planes of Sam's chest and stomach. He'd seen him like this a thousand times but never with the knowledge that this time…this time he could touch. Dean ran the fingers of his right hand lightly down Sam's chest with a wondering smile and looked back up as Sam shuddered in a breath. His gaze caught on Sam's eyes and saw lust mingled with uncertainty reflected in the hazel depths.
"We've lived in each other's space our whole lives, little brother." Dean moved into him until Sam backed into the wall by the door. "Dad raised us to trust each other for everything." Dean bent his head and brushed his lips along Sam's jaw, enjoying the shaky gasp as Sam's eyes slammed closed. "To only trust each other…need each other." He licked up the shell of Sam's ear and earned a breathy moan that made the breath clog in his throat. "No one else. Just you. Just me." Dean bit over the mark he'd left on his brother's neck in the crawl space and growled softly with the need to mark him again, possess him.
Sam couldn't think past the blood rushing out of his head and heading further south at the feel of Dean's lips on his skin, his voice and the things he was saying, his teeth on his throat, and oh,…god, his fingers flipping open the buttons of his jeans. "Dean." He gasped it and brought his arms up to caress his hands up his big brother's back until he was clutching his shoulders.
"Still think it was just the symbols?" Dean asked him softly and moved back to see his brother's face.
Sam shook his head. "No way." Any trace of uncertainty was gone from his expression, as he darted forward and took his brother's mouth with his own in a heated kiss, loving the way Dean groaned into it and the possessive way his hands dragged down Sam's back to his hips. "Shower."
Dean smirked and broke away from his brother long enough to shove his jeans down and kick them off, giving Sam the room to do the same before he was on him again and pulling him back to the shower. He kissed Sam hungrily and reached a hand around the curtain, satisfied the water was hot enough before he stepped in and guided Sam with him. He groaned happily as the steaming water cascaded over his shoulders and turned, shoving Sam under the spray so he could tangle his fingers in all that wet hair.
Sam definitely did not whimper when Dean wrapped the long wet strands around his fingers and pulled, and he'd swear to that in front of a firing squad…as he whimpered again. "Shit," He groaned and then that need he'd had in the crawl space came back to him as he was pressed up against his naked brother and he smiled into the kiss.
"Sammy?" Dean leaned back to look at him and his eyes went wide as Sam, never taking his eyes off of Dean's face, sank to his knees in the shower, letting his hands trail down along Dean's chest before coming to rest briefly on his hips. "Oh, man."
"Oh, yeah." Sam grinned up at him and wrapped his right hand around Dean's straining cock. He'd seen it before, of course, but never been allowed to do this. He squeezed his fingers, moving them up and down while he watched Dean's face overcome with what looked like awe before it dropped back on a long groan. He looked back down with a sense of wonder that this was actually happening and finally did what he'd been dreaming of; he took the head of Dean's cock in his mouth, savoring the taste that was so uniquely 'Dean' and moaned as his brother's entire body shook in reaction. Sam moved his hands to brace Dean's thighs and took more of him in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the length while hot water beat down on his head.
Dean was in heaven. That was the only coherent thought he could come up with. Sam's mouth somehow felt even hotter than the water, and, god…the feel of his tongue curling around him, the wet, the heat, the light graze of teeth along his length…and then Dean's legs almost went out from under him when Sam dug his fingers into his thighs and his cock bumped the back of Sam's throat. "Holy shit!" Dean shouted and fisted his hands in Sam's hair as he looked down. The vision of himself sliding in and out of his brother's oh-so-fuckable mouth was almost too much.
If Sam had had the room to grin around Dean, he would have. His eyes watered as he strained to take him all in and he swallowed around the head before sliding back up. Sam was fairly sure his hands were the only thing keeping Dean on his feet as he dug his tongue into the slit, eager for every taste he could get.
Dean slapped a hand out to the wall to steady himself but kept the other in his brother's hair, fisted and tugging to make him moan around his cock. Every sound sent a little thrill of pleasure straight to his groin. "Fuck, Sammy!" Dean gasped and had to close his eyes when Sam took him deep and hollowed his cheeks. "So good…god! So good!" In his wildest fantasies - and he had a long list all starring his little brother - he'd never imagined it being this good.
Sam slid his hands up to cup his brother's ass. The feeling of those firm cheeks cupped in his palms and Dean's hard length deep in his mouth sent a thrill through him and made him ache with need. His own cock was weeping with need, but it could wait because this…this was so much more important, turning Dean into a quivering, begging mess above him, and he was.
"Sam…shit, Sammy please! I need to…I'm gonna…" Dean looked down frantically at his little brother, straining to hold back the need to come. He was on the edge, teetering just there and then Sam tipped him over. His little brother dug both hands into the cheeks of his ass, pulling him into his mouth with a wet slap as his cock bumped the back of his throat and Sam hummed a groan that reverberated all the way up his spine and Dean was gone. He came in a rush that sent his head spinning as he shouted loud and long while he pumped into Sam's throat.
Sam swallowed convulsively around his brother's cock as hot streams of come went down his throat. He needed to breathe badly but held his breath, swallowing and sucking Dean through his orgasm. Finally, he slid his mouth off his brother and climbed up him. Sam chuckled when it was clear he was all that kept Dean from sliding to the floor of the shower in a boneless heap.
"Holy…holy shit, Sammy," Dean gasped and thumped his forehead into Sam's as he wrapped his arms around his shoulders to stay standing. He shuddered with the after-effects of one of the most intense orgasms he had ever had. "You…You've done that…before."
Sam gave a throaty laugh and buried his face in Dean's neck. "Never." He was quite satisfied with himself if Dean thought he'd had practice. "Only you."
"Fuck," Dean groaned in disbelief. He pulled his head back in surprise when he felt Sam's hard length pressed against his thigh. "You didn't?"
"I was preoccupied," Sam said and then gasped in a breath as Dean's hand closed around him.
Dean wrapped his fingers around Sam's cock, marveling at finally getting his hands on him and damn the kid was big. He grinned and looked down. "Can't leave you hangin'." He looked back up and captured Sam's bottom lip between his teeth, tugging gently and tasting himself there.
Sam's breath clogged in his throat with Dean's hand on him. He groaned and lost himself in the feel of Dean's tongue tangling with his and his hand sliding up and down his cock, sending shivers of pleasure through him and making his legs quiver.
"I gotcha, kiddo," Dean said breathily into Sam's mouth. He reached behind him and found the little motel bar of soap. He grabbed it and began rubbing it up and down his brother's back.
Sam arched into the soapy, slippery touch of Dean's hand roaming his back. "Dean…oh, man…" He gave up the power of speech as his brother's slick fingers slipped between the cheeks of his ass and thrust into Dean's other hand with a muffled cry. "Fuck!"
Dean grinned. While one hand pumped Sam's cock, twisting in just the right spot with each stroke, he slipped the fingers of his other hand to that tight little ring of muscle. The soap greased the way and he pushed a finger into his brother, swallowing Sam's cry of pleasure into his own mouth. "Like that, Sammy?" He chuckled when all Sam could do was nod, seemingly unable to speak between gasps of pleasure. Dean turned them, reversing their positions and put Sam's back against the wall, letting the water run down his chest as Dean went slowly to his knees. He stopped partway to take one of Sam's nipples in his mouth; sucking water around it and biting gently.
"Sh…shit, Dean!" Sam's shout echoed in the bathroom as his brother's teeth took his nipple in a bite of pleasure. Sam curved a hand around behind Dean's head as he moved down to his knees and put his other hand around the base of the shower head; as if he were holding himself up with it. He thumped his head back into the tile on a loud moan as his brother's finger pushed deeper into him and brushed across something inside him that made his eyes cross.
Dean slid his other hand from Sam's cock to the back of his thigh as he knelt and pulled it up so his brother's leg went over his shoulder and rested on the edge of the tub behind him. He looked up Sam's chiseled chest with hunger in his eyes, drinking in the image of Sam writhing and bucking on his fingers. "Oh, fuck," Dean groaned. He leaned forward and licked up Sam's cock, closing his eyes as the water from the shower sprayed down on him. Dean slid Sam into his mouth and moaned filthily as his spent cock began to fill once more.
Sam was lost in the sensations of Dean's mouth around his cock and his fingers pressing up into him, twisting, seeking and scissoring. "Fuck…fuck, oh, my god. Please…Dean, please!"
The sound of Sam begging made Dean growl possessively around his cock and he slid his fingers out, rising quickly to his feet and kept hold of Sam's leg, keeping it bent over his arm. Dean took Sam's mouth in a hot kiss that was more biting and moaning than actual kissing. "Sammy," He breathed it into his mouth and pressed his cock in between his brother's legs.
"Fuck, yes. Yes! Please!" Sam moaned wantonly as he felt Dean pressing between his legs. He wrapped his raised leg behind his brother's hips and stared into his eyes.
Dean groaned, dropping his head to Sam's shoulder as he lined himself up and pushed up into impossibly tight, wet heat. His breath stuttered out of him as Sam's muscles clenched and then released, letting him slide in until he was buried inside him and Sam's voice was a broken litany of curses and whimpers in his ear. Using every ounce of self-control, Dean paused, giving Sam a chance to adjust, searching his brother's face for any sign that this was anything other than awesome for him. Their eyes met – a quirk of an eyebrow in inquiry and quick nod in return, and, with a breathless groan, Dean started to move.
Sam had never imagined anything feeling this good, this all-consuming. He wrapped his arms around Dean's shoulders and put his head back, baring his throat and shouted in pleasure as Dean bit along his neck and pulled out to thrust up into him again. "God!"
Dean chuckled breathlessly into Sam's skin. "You can just…just call me, Dean."
Sam was startled into a laugh that broke off in another cry as Dean pushed into him again and then again. His cock hit that spot inside of him each time and sent waves of pleasure through him that rocked Sam to his toes. He found Dean's mouth again, taking it in a hungry kiss. "So…so close, Dean." He was. He could feel his orgasm building as pressure grew between his legs and his own cock rubbed between their wet bodies.
Dean pushed his hands up under Sam's ass, digging his fingers into each cheek and felt another orgasm building. He was panting for breath into his brother's mouth and listened to Sam's ragged breathing mixed with his own. He moved one hand in between them and wrapped it around Sam's straining cock. "Come for me, Sammy."
"Dean!" Sam yelled his brother's name as his head slapped back into the tiled wall again. Dean's hand stroked along his cock in time with his thrusts, becoming faster and faster. The sensation of being filled by Dean was just too much and he heard himself scream as his orgasm exploded through him.
Dean shouted in ecstasy as Sam's muscles suddenly tightened like a vice around him and cum shot in ropes from Sam's cock to cover both their chests. "Fuck!" He thrust harder and deeper as Sam shuddered through his orgasm and Dean's overtook him. He buried his cock deep into his brother's ass as he came, slapping a hand out to the wall and collapsed into his brother as Sam's leg slipped from his hip to the floor of the shower with a thump.
Sam came back to his senses enough to realize the water was going cold as he heaved for air with his face buried in Dean's neck. His legs felt rubbery and he put his arms around Dean's waist to steady himself while a grin spread across his face.
"Can feel you smilin'," Dean said hoarsely into Sam's hair and chuckled. He leaned away, letting the quickly cooling water spray down between them and pushed Sam's head back, smiling at the satisfied look on his face. "Probably oughta get out before we freeze."
"Mmf." Sam let his head drop back to his brother's shoulder. "Don't care."
Dean rolled his eyes and pulled away enough to reach down and shut the water off. He pulled Sam and steadied him as he stepped shakily out of the tub. Dean slapped a hand to his brother's wet ass with a laugh. "Dude, you're hopeless."
Sam snorted and grabbed a towel. "Says the guy who just fucked me into the wall."
"Was that a complaint?" Dean got out and pulled Sam's back roughly in against his chest. He grinned and bit sharply at the bend of Sam's neck; earning a breathless moan as his brother shuddered against him.
Sam staggered as Dean let him go and laughed. "Not fair, dude. Not fair." He felt a little drunk with pleasure. Having spent the majority of his life ignoring his feelings for his brother, the knowledge that he didn't have to anymore, that Dean was his, took his breath away as he watched Dean drying himself.
Dean glanced up and smirked at the soft look in Sam's eyes. He wrapped his towel around his waist and then tugged Sam's out of his hand and wrapped it around his brother's hips before pulling him into a hug. "I know, buddy. I know." He did. He felt the same. It didn't seem real as he folded Sam up in his arms, his too-tall little brother, and inhaled the smell of him. Part of him kept expecting to wake up and find this was just another dream where he only thought he was happy.
Sam sighed as Dean tightened his arms around him and smiled into his brother's neck. He ran his hands up and down Dean's bare back; savoring the feel of his brother's skin under his hands. He brought his mouth up behind Dean's ear and sucked on the tender skin there. He chuckled softly at Dean's barely suppressed moan. "If this is a dream, I say we never wake up."
"Sounds good to me." Dean laughed and started walking his brother backwards into the bedroom, curling his hands around Sam's jaw and gave him a heated kiss. "Room's paid up 'til tomorrow." He grinned when Sam's knees hit the edge of the bed and he gasped as he fell backward.
Sam arched into his brother's touch as Dean climbed over him and settled onto his chest. He wrapped his arms and legs around him and let out a breathy laugh. "We could make sure housekeeping's got something to clean."
"Mmm hmm." Dean grinned again and set about frustrating his little brother into helpless moans with glee. They had a lot of time to make up for, he thought, and he was going to get a head start.