Aftermath (Sam/Dean) (15)

It was not uncommon and in fact Dean was familiar with it. Especially after coming home from a hunt. It had been awkward when he had worked with his father back in his younger days, when Sammy was still around, and he knew the old man wouldn’t approve of his son’s relationship with his brother. That said, no one would. God, he even hated it himself but he couldn’t stop; it was just too damn good.

After a hunt he was always filled with adrenaline and soaked in his own sweat and blood; so was Sammy. His brothers sweat soaked skin, the material of his tattered and bloody shirt clinging to his body. How could he resist?

Especially tonight.

His brother stepped from the car in silence. His shoulders were slumped and barely moved as he took long, Sam-like steps to their motel room. Dean bit his bottom lip as he watched the muscles in his brothers back move from the below his sweat stained shirt. The thought of his fingers nipping into the flesh, his face buried into the nape of his brothers neck as they moved to their own rhythm. The image of Sam’s defined chest, his thin waist and his strong thighs flashed into his mind and all at once he could hear Sam moaning, begging him not to come until he too was ready.

Dean smothered a moan. His prick stirred and he felt a longing in his gut. God how he wanted to throw his brother against the wall and fuck him senseless. He wanted to taste him, feel his cock inside him; hear his breathless whines.

“Dude. Are you just going to stand there catching flies?” Sam’s gruff voice brought Dean out of his trance.

The older man growled and strode by his brother into the shabby motel room. He heard the door slam shut behind him. Before he could move, or even speak, he felt the weight of a chin rest on his shoulder. He was overwhelmed by his brother’s luscious and damnable scent. Sam’s hands reached below the waist line of his trousers, his left hand fondled Deans bollocks and the right slid down to grasp the base of his cock.

Dean moaned and leant his head back against Sam’s shoulder. He twisted his head to the side and roughly kissed his plumb red lips. Dean’s eyes fluttered closed as the kiss deepened.

Sam released his brother throbbing member and began to remove his jeans. The material, along with his briefs, slid down Dean perfectly defined thighs. He felt his legs move apart.

“Fuck me Sammy.” Dean groaned.

Sam violently pushed him against the poorly decorated wall. He pinned his hands above his head and traced his fingers along Dean’s spine. He twitched and writhed beneath his touch.

“Fuck.” Dean moaned breathlessly, “Fuck.Sam.”

“Shut up.” Sam growled his lips right by Dean’s ear.

Slowly, Sam traced his fingers along Dean’s back once more. He leaned heavily against his brothers, making damn sure the older hunter could feel his own eager erection. As he pushed a finger into Dean’s tight entrance, he bit back a sigh.

It was too perfect.

Dean angled his hips, allowing more room for excess from Sam’s second finger. He gasped and moaned as the younger man fucked him relentlessly with his fingers.

“Damn it Sam!” Dean glanced his teeth.

“What?” Sam breathed, “What do you want?”

Dean didn’t reply.

“Tell me what it is you want me to do to you?”

“F-fuck me. Hard. R-rough.”

“You want my cock inside you? Me, pounding into you in our own rhythm? Until you come screaming my name?”

“Jesus S-Sam.”

Sam was feeling desperate now. His own words, accompanied by his brother’s pleas, stemming right to the tip of his erection. He bit his lip to stifle his own moan. Instead he growled, removed his fingers (much to Dean’s distaste) and franticly removed his jeans and underwear. Persistently he pushed into Dean’s loosed hole.

“Ah!”

Dean spread his legs further apart. Sam wrapped his free arm around his brother’s slender waist and began to pump in and out of Dean with such force and rhythm that he was afraid that it would be over too soon.

“D-don’t come without me.” Sam whispered breathlessly.

Again and again he pounded into his brother. His eyes were squeezed shut, his breath coming in quick bursts. Fresh sweat covered their bodies. Sam could feel every detail of Dean’s back through the thin material he wore, the muscles clenched and unclenched as he struggled to breathe.

“Sam.”

This was it. They were both too far gone to last any longer. Dean cried out and came all over the floral wallpaper and it only took Sam a single thrust to follow him.
The two men collapsed in a heap on to the floor of the motel room. Dean closed his eyes, exhausted, his body protesting any movement what so ever.

“Dean?”

Sam’s breathless voice made him open his eyes and cock his head to the side.

“Hnm?” He replied.

“I think I could do with a shower.”

Dean smirked and snuggled closer to Sam.


“Excellent.”

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