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Sam’s stomach lurched sweetly at those words and he pushed Dean onto his back, then leaned to taste the expanse of skin now exposed to his gaze and touch. Dean’s body was gorgeous, not that Sam didn’t know that, but to have access to it was like being handed the most precious gift imaginable.

He licked a long swath down his big brother’s neck, pausing to dip his tongue into the dip at the base, feeling the erratic heartbeat against his tongue before moving to run teeth along his clavicle, biting just enough to draw sharp little gasps from Dean’s throat. Running his hands up and down the muscles along Dean’s ribs and abdomen, Sam tongued his way down that beautiful frame, biting softly at his nipples before making his way to the dip of his belly button. He opened his mouth and laid it over that little indent, dipping his tongue in and feeling Dean’s muscles clench and his soft keen.

Fuck, Sam was gonna kill him with this little exploration. Dean wrapped his hands in Sam’s hair and held on, trying to keep control when he felt like he was going to come just from the feel of that gorgeous wet mouth tracking down his body. Oh God, that feeling of Sam’s tongue in his navel, shit, how was that one of the most incredible sensations of his life? He heard the noises he was making and couldn’t even bring himself to care, just threw back his head and lost himself in sensation. He vaguely realized Sam was removing his jeans and underwear as he continued to dart his tongue in and around his bellybutton, and raised his hips for their removal.

Sam smiled against the skin of Dean’s hard stomach, tongue dancing across hipbones and all the tight, sweat laden skin in between before his tongue came out to trace Dean’s hard cock from base to head, pausing to lick at the bead of precome gathered at the slit before engulfing him in one quick motion.

“OhmygodSammy.” Dean’s body shot up to a half incline at that encompassing sensation. He felt his cock hit the back of Sam’s throat and he clenched his teeth to keep from losing it from the sight and feel of his Sam taking him all in like that, eyes closed like he was relishing the moment, like it felt as good to him as it did to Dean.

Sam swallowed convulsively several times, sucking and laving at the hard length, felt the tremors in Dean’s body. Then, taking Dean deeper before slowly sliding him up and out of his mouth, Sam drew his mouth away. As much as he wanted to savor the feel and flavor of Dean losing control down his throat and in his mouth, he wanted to watch as Dean lost control. He wanted them joined together when it happened that first time.

Pulling Sam up his body, Dean gulped in air and got himself as under control as possible considering the images swimming against his closed eyelids. He opened his eyes to look into hazel eyes full of so many emotions he couldn’t sort them all out as Sam leaned in to kiss him. Dean could taste the combination of himself and Sam in his brother’s mouth and he ate at it, wanting all Sam could give.

“Do you even realize how beautiful you are, Sam?” He said, looking down at the face and long body that he longed for.

Sam flushed, “You are beautiful, Dean. I can’t tell you how beautiful.”

Smiling and reversing their positions, Dean laid his hands on either side of Sam’s face, kissing him almost desperately before moving down his neck, drawing again and deepening the slight bruise he had already created on Sam’s neck. He knew he wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off that mark tomorrow, no matter where they were or who was nearby. It would say that at least for tonight, Sam had belonged to him, had given himself completely.

Dean proceeded to lavish the same attention on Sam’s lean muscled length that he himself had just experienced. He marveled at the beauty laid before him, beneath him, beauty he felt unworthy of but was unable to deny wanting any longer. He licked the ridges of muscle along Sam’s ribs and sides, pausing to nibble and suck at his hard nipples before biting harshly at the hipbones and muscles that slanted in toward the part of Sam Dean had dreamt about for so long. He sucked another hard bruise into the soft skin inside the hipbone he had just bitten, licking away the sting afterward.

Fingers trembling slightly, though he would never admit it, Dean loosened and removed Sam’s belt before undoing the button and zipper of his jeans. Taking a deep breath and glancing up to see Sam watching him, heart and lust rivaling for dominance in his eyes, Dean drug the denim and cotton underneath from Sam’s hips to reveal his weeping steel hard cock.

Eyes locked together, Sam whimpered softly, “Please, Dean. Please?”

“Yeah, Sam. I’ll take care of you baby boy.”

Sam keened at the endearment and Dean smiled softly. “You like that? Huh? You like being my baby boy? Because you are, you know.” Sam panted softly, watching those lips forming the words, wet, juicy lips that were less than an inch from his cock.

“I want to feel you in my mouth, taste you, suck you.”

And he did, Dean leaned forward and ran his tongue in a circle along the head of Sam’s dick, gathering the salty, musky taste that was just another flavor that was Sam and felt perfect on Dean’s questing tongue. Then he sucked at the head softly, pressure building as he sucked harder and took in more, slowly moving down until Sam bottomed out into his throat and Dean fought not to gag reflexively. It felt exactly right and he marveled at that for a moment.

As much as he had wanted this and, hell, gotten off thinking about it, he had still never imagined it would feel so natural, so right. But it did, and he thought he could happily do this for hours, tasting Sam, making him writhe like this under his hands and mouth. He gripped Sam’s hips tight to keep him from coming off the bed. He could feel how close Sam was, and he relaxed his mouth somewhat, letting off on the pressure, looking up again to catch Sam’s lust hazed eyes.

Sam groaned, the sound torn from his throat as his brother looked up at him from under thick lash framed eyes. “Dean, I want…unhh…I want to feel you inside me. Please, Dean…”

Smiling softly, pupils blown wide from his own deep seated desire, Dean shook his head jerkily and Sam felt a rush of hot fear flow through him. Dean was gonna back out now? What? Please no.

Pressing a hand to the taut muscle of his abdomen when Sam tried to surge upward, Dean held him firm.

Protests on his lips, Sam was ready to reassure yet again, or beg if he had to. He needed this, all of it, to know he truly had his brother, had him fully invested in this, in them. Sam whined.

“Have you…?” Dean looked possessive and a little angry and yet a lot like a lost little boy somehow. “I mean, with another guy?”

Sam smoothed his hand along Dean’s lightly stubbled jaw, love filling him so completely he thought he might burst. “No. I tried a couple of times. When I went to Stanford. I thought maybe since I wanted you so much that I might be gay…but I never got past a couple of kisses and awkward fumbling before I was turned off. It was just you. Always you.”

Dean growled quietly and licked at Sam’s fingers ghosting over his lips. He didn’t even like the idea of some guy kissing his Sam, but the reassurance that he hadn’t let anyone else have what was his was a balm to his soul.

“Want you, Dean. Want you inside me…” Sam repeated softly, watching those lips and tongue licking his fingers softly and shuddering, cock twitching.

“Not this first time, Sammy. I want you inside me. I need it that way, baby boy, please just…” Sam saw the plea for understanding in Dean's eyes.

And Sam knew: Dean still needed to know, to be reassured that Sam wanted this and wouldn’t feel pressured, wouldn’t be giving up control. He wanted to give Sam the opportunity for an out, couldn’t live with the first time being him ‘taking’ Sam. For Dean to feel comfortable, Sam would have to be the taker.

‘Dean the protector’ was still the heart of his brother, the core, and Sam was his charge, the one who would always be his to watch over. God, how could anyone be better than Dean? He was so perfect to Sam, and Sam had every intention of spending his life letting him know.

“Dean, God Dean, come here, please. Do you know what you do to me? Come here, then and let me…” Sam tugged as Dean moved up his body once more, sliding skin against overheated skin. Kissing his brother before squirming out from beneath him to root in his duffel, Dean watched with brows drawn to see what Sam was looking for, and felt a moment of jealousy when he came up with a bottle of lube with a triumphant look.

Sam saw the look and hurried to reassure and sooth. “I bought this yesterday, Dean. Never been opened. I was hoping…well, I was pretty sure you would eventually cave, once I knew you wanted me too. After all, you’ve never really told me no…” Sam blushed, head ducking as he came back over his brother, laid all that skin back over his brother’s and brushed an open mouthed kiss along his pliant mouth.

“Were you going to go home with that guy, Sammy?” Dean’s voice was so soft in the room it was little more than a breath, but Sam heard.

He licked Dean’s lip, bit it just shy of breaking skin, “You. Only you, Dean. No, I wasn’t going to go home with him. I just wanted to make you acknowledge that you wanted me. Knew that if you really did you couldn’t bear to see someone else take me home. Know that they were going to touch me and fuck me and…”

Dean growled, surging up to grasp the back of Sam’s head, draw him down for a fierce, lip crushing, tongue sucking kiss. Just hearing Sam say those things made him feel so mean, so fucking out of control. “Dammit Sam, stop. Not him, just me…please. I feel like I’m on fire for you. Come on, baby, do it. Fuck me.”

With those words, Dean let his legs fall open, knew somewhere in the back of his mind he should probably feel exposed, embarrassed at this pose, but how could he feel anything but right; here, with Sam, especially with those eyes looking down at him, that hero worship that he had always seen in Sam’s vulnerable moments, even now that Sam was a grown man. He just felt urgency, desire, need and a feeling that finally things were going to be right, complete.

Sam popped the top of the lube, gaze falling to Dean’s groin, feeling the breath forcing in and out of his lungs as he realized that this was the moment. Dean was going to truly be his, only his. His heart hurt and the churning in his stomach was hot and desperate. He slicked up two of his fingers and leaned back on his heels, pressing a finger into the crease of Dean’s ass, and then sliding the tip of his finger inside.

“Oh God, so tight, hot.” Sam looked up to gauge the effect on Dean, to make sure it was ok before he pressed any further. Dean looked like it felt good, like he was surprised that it did, but it did nonetheless. Sam pressed his finger in completely, and Dean gasped and clenched around him.

“Ahh,” Dean’s voice ghosted out softly. It felt good. He wasn’t sure about much more than this, but this felt good. “More. Do it.”

Sam pressed another finger in steadily and slowly, watching his fingers disappear into his brother, unable to deny how badly he wanted to feel his cock clenched this tightly. This was even hotter than he imagined, seeing Dean take it like this, press into it like he wanted it. His cock twitched and he felt precum dribble down his length.

Dean forced himself to relax when it burned, felt too tight, too full. He knew it was going to be tough, at least this first time, especially with as big as Sam was. Shit, if he didn’t know better he would say it was impossible. But he knew better and felt himself start to respond to the feel as Sam worked his fingers into him, then pulled out and pressed back in, developing a rhythm and stretching him as he went. His cock wasn’t unsure, it was still so hard it hurt. He could feel his heartbeat there, rapid and hard.

“Come on, Sammy. I’m ready. Do it, wanna feel you filling me up.” He panted out finally, and he realized he meant it. Despite his slight fear, he was ready, wanted this, now.

Sam moved forward, slicking his length with lube before pulling Dean’s thighs over his own. He looked into Dean’s stunning face as he pressed in, jaw clenched as he strove for control. Once he was just inside, he paused, unable to believe the feel of that tight heat around his cock head, but needing to see that Dean was alright and not hurting before he could go any further.

It burned, it was almost too much, but somehow the burn was already fading and Dean needed for Sam to move, to press in, needed to feel all of him. So he bucked his hips forward, forcing himself down onto Sam, embedding more of Sam into himself. Sam grunted, the pleasure almost painful in its intensity.

“Oh holy fuck, Dean, you feel so fucking good.” He pressed further, flowing into his brother’s body until he was seated deep, as deep as possible.

Dean squirmed slightly, adjusting to the pressure and the fullness. Then he pushed against Sam and wrapped his legs around that lean waist, pressing and pushing and convincing Sam to move. He didn’t need much incentive. Sam drew out slowly and then bottomed out quickly again, this time brushing against that sensitive bundle of nerves inside and Dean's body jerked, back bowing hard. “Like that, Sam, fucking do that again. Again.”

Moving deep and steadily, Sam found a rhythm that worked Dean almost continually, causing him to shudder and begin bucking hard up into his little brother, needing more, so close to coming without ever being touched. Sam was shaking from holding back at this point. Dean’s face was blissed out, and he was clenching around him so tightly Sam was losing his mind.

Finally Dean keened out a sound that was a groan and ‘Sammy’ all in one, pulsing out his release across both of their stomachs, and the pressure around his dick caused Sam to pump into him several times as hard as possible and then spill, hot and deep inside Dean’s tight body, Dean’s name torn from him as he collapsed onto him, rolling them to their sides, still connected deep and intimate.

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They lay there, lost in sensation, world a hazy cocoon of clumsy caresses in hair and on skin as they came slowly back to reality.

“I love you, Dean. Always have. You know that right?” Sam murmured when they started to gain conscious awareness long minutes later.

Dean glanced at his baby brother, heart in his eyes. Sam had never seen him so open, so laid bare, even during the time when he had been forced to tell the truth. This was freely given and it was breathtakingly beautiful. He smiled and Sam’s breath truly was taken. “You too, baby boy. I love you. Damn I love you so much.” He brushed his thumb over Sam’s bottom lip.

“And I don’t want you calling this sick or twisted or even wrong, cuz it isn’t. It’s just us, and no one else has to understand it. It’s right for us.” Sam demanded, hazel eyes boring into green, demanding understanding and acceptance.

Dean smiled softly, a quick nod of his head. This didn’t feel wrong, damn, it felt like the pieces of himself had shifted into place, we're finally not grinding against each other uncomfortably for the first time. Sam felt exactly right there with him as well, as if he were that one piece that made all of Dean work, function.

If he hadn’t had a lifetime to study and memorize every detail of his brother he might have missed the moment of fear that suddenly flashed in Dean’s emerald eyes, but he did, and he knew what it meant. “I’m not going anywhere Dean. This is where I want to be, with you, wherever that is. This is where I’ve always wanted to be.”

Dean clenched his eyes at the tears that gathered from the rush of relief he felt at hearing those words. “Promise Sam? Promise that you really don’t want,need something else? Don’t stay with me because you feel obligated or whatever. But don’t promise if you don’t mean it.”

“I mean it.” Sam stroked Dean’s cheekbone softly, willing Dean to see how true the words were. “Promise.”

Drinking in the peace that had settled in his heart, hardly able to recognize it, Dean brushed his thumb over Sam’s bottom lip. “You.”

“You.” Dean's voice continued long moments later.

“Me?” Sam’s tongue darted out to touch that finger.

“Your last question. You are the only person I’ve ever been in love with.”

“Oh God, Dean.” Sam’s breath hitched hard in his chest. He sighed and laid his head on Dean’s chest, unable to think straight, listening to the heartbeat there.


For what could have been minutes or hours or an eternity they just lay there, both lost in the reality of this, this everything that they were engulfed in. Dean finally brushed Sam’s damp hair from his forehead, only to have it settle back in almost the same disheveled heap as before, and leaned in and kissed Sam, tongue seeking and finding instant entry. They licked and nipped at each other languidly, until the press of desire seeped into them both again and they pressed close, hands moving to hips, to taut buttocks, they fitted together as if they had done this all their lives.

Dean pressed his thigh between his younger brother’s and rocked slightly.

“Mmmm.” Sam felt the tingle and burn of the movement through his body immediately. “He was doing that…”

Tensing, Dean leaned back enough to look into Sam’s face. He was pretty sure he knew what his brother meant, but, “Who? Doing what?”

Sam closed his eyes and rocked back, trying to get Dean to move again. “Jordan, the guy at the bar. He was….”

Dean cut him off with a growl. “Stop it, Sam. Was he really?”

“Maybe a little.” Small grin, eyes still almost completely closed. He wasn’t sure he wouldn’t push Dean’s jealous buttons from time to time. Because possessive Dean? About hotter than anything. Ever.

Dean’s hands came up to grip the sides of Sam’s face and his eyes opened with a flick. “Never again, Sam. You hear me? From now on, it’s just me. Don’t let anyone else touch you, ever. It would get ugly, Sammy. I think I would seriously hurt them.” His face was almost pressed against Sam’s and the rush of love and hard driving lust those words invoked had Sam gasping for a breath.

“Yeah, I got it Dean.” Hazel eyes looked deep into clear green. It wasn’t a promise that Sam even thought about, it was natural.

“I mean it. Be sure, Sam. Or we end this now. I won’t share you. Not in any way. If you want me, I have to be the only one.” Dean struggled to keep his voice from sounding as panicked as he felt giving Sam this out option now. If Sam took it it would rip his heart out.

Sam shook his head vehemently, leaning to kiss Dean, but his brother’s hands held him fast and his head moved back, lips out of reach. Waiting.

“Just you, Dean. You are it. I don’t want anyone else. But, that goes for you too. I can’t watch you with every slut that offers it to you either.” Sam knew it was a chance, but he also knew it was true. He couldn’t be with Dean knowing there were all those other women. He couldn’t.

“Mine.” Dean whispered.

It was Sam’s turn to refuse to give in. He pulled away from Dean’s attempt to fit their bodies closer together.

Dean kissed Sam’s forehead, breathed in the perfect scent of coconut shampoo and sweat and Sammy. “I’m yours Sammy. You know that. Just yours.”

And that was easy, Dean knew that had always been the truth.


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