Dean pulled into the motel lot and parked. He stayed in the car for a while, just thinking… like he’d done all day. He’d tried to work off his anger, pick a fight, find some big bad to deal with. Just his luck, he’d struck out all around.

He’d also kept trying to remember the events of the night before. Why the fuck could he remember taking a nap, and then nothing else? He couldn’t remember drinking. Hell, if he’d had his choice, he didn’t even think he’d pick up tequila. Not without some hot chicks to impress or, yeah, to talk to into body shivers…

He didn’t remember drinking, but after thinking on it, he did remember tasting it on his tongue in the morning. So he had to have, right?

He’d gone to each of the liquor stores in town and asked if anyone remembered him, or his brother. Zip, that was the answer he’d gotten. So where the hell had he picked up the mother of all drinks? He’d need to test it, figure out if it had knocked him out. Had Sam had any of it, or had he gone out and…

Damn. This was … it was just too hard. Sam was supposed to be the ‘open one’… and he wasn’t talking. That had him even more worried.

Opening the door, he got out and locked up the car tight. All the way to their room, he reminded himself to keep it cool, not to breathe down Sammy’s neck, to give him space. Maybe he’d come to him when he was ready.

Unlocking the door, he pushed it open and was surprised to see Sam taking a nap. He walked over and looked down at his brother’s sleeping face. He looked so calm and peaceful now. Like the Sam he knew. Not the jumpy, secretive person he’d been faced with this morning. He felt a lump rise in his throat. Once there was a time when Sam told him everything. Okay… he got that what might have happened to Sam was in a different category altogether.

Letting out a sigh, he bent down and slowly lifted Sam’s legs and put them on the bed. When he was a kid, he’d had the habit of sleeping with his head hangjng down… and now it was his feet?

Moving to his own bed, Dean sat heavily down. He was tired. Bone tired. Maybe it was the stress, but hell… if he was stressed, he couldn’t even imagine what Sam was feeling. He lay down, started to reach for the remote, then changed his mind. Sam might wake up, and right now… the guy just needed rest. Rubbing his eyes, Dean finally closed them. This napping thing had to stop… he didn’t have time to waste on sleep. He’d quit tomorrow.

Sam woke slowly...to the sound of snoring. Not loud snoring, just soft snoring... like Dean would do.
Sam's eyes flew open wide at that thought and he bolted up to a sitting position in the bed, his gaze on his brother's sleeping form.
No, no, no, no, no!
Shit what was he going to do now? He couldn't risk waking Dean, and he hadn't found anything else to really help him.

Sam's gaze went to the door. He'd leave. He'd leave and stay gone and tomorrow, everything would be okay again and he'd come back then.
Yeah, that's what he'd do.
Sam scrambled out of the bed and hurried into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He wouldn't have stopped to do it, but he had been asleep for a few hours and he really needed to take a piss.
Once that was done, he washed his hands, glancing at himself in the mirror, "You need to go now." he told his reflection, as he dried his hands then hurried from the bathroom.

Grabbing his duffel and his jacket Sam headed for the door. He wasn't sure where he was going and frankly he didn't care, he just needed to get out of there, away from Dean. For both of them.

Sam grabbed the door knob and turned it, was just pulling the door open when he heard him.
Dean was awake behind him....and it didn't sound like Dean. It sounded like possessed Dean.
Fuck!

“Whatcha got there, Sammy boy?” Dean plumped up two pillows under his head and checked Sam’s ass out, then the duffel bag, then let his gaze travel to his face, though he couldn’t see most of it as Sam was looking toward the door. “We’re not hitting the road yet. Decided I like this place.”

He crossed his ankles and cocked his head to the side when Sam didn’t turn. How was it possible to want one person so much… in so many ways? “C’mere,” a slow smile spread over Dean’s face as he crooked his finger. “I’m… hungry.”

“Whatcha got there, Sammy boy? We’re not hitting the road yet. Decided I like this place.”
Sam swallowed hard, tried to think up a good lie.

“C’mere,” Sam peeked over his shoulder at Dean from the corner of his eye, saw the slow smile spread over Dean’s face as he crooked his finger. “I’m… hungry.”

Sam turned then, "I cam go get us something to eat then. It won't take me long. I can grab us a couple of burgers, fries." Sam suggested, hoping Dean would take him up on the offer of food, Dean might be possessed, but he was still in there somewhere, and Dean never passed up food, right?
Sam licked his lips as he sat his duffel down, "I can get whatever you want." he told Dean nodding, hand still on the door knob behind him.
Not that he really planned to get them food, if he could trick Dean into letting him leave he was going to high tail it outta there and not come back till morning.
Sam held his breath and waited for Dean to answer.

“It’s not food that I’m hungry for,” Dean openly leered, loving the nervous looks he was getting from Sam. He’d found out last night that there was no greater pleasure in life than keeping Sammy off balance, and then extracting those sexy little cries he gave when he needed to be touched… when he wanted to come. Just thinking about it sent a warm flush through Dean’s system.

“But since you’re offering to get me whatever I want, I’ll tell you what I want.” His eyes darkened with desire. “Take off the shirt and c’mere,” he said, crooking his finger again. “And don’t walk too fast.”

“It’s not food that I’m hungry for, but since you’re offering to get me whatever I want, I’ll tell you what I want.” Sam gave a cut nod, tried not to let the panic that was rising in him show as he waited for Dean to tell him what he wanted. Sam watched Dean's eyes darkened with desire. “Take off the shirt and c’mere,” Dean told him, crooking his finger again. “And don’t walk too fast.”

Sam had to swallow hard, and fight with everything in him to not simply bolt out the door. If he did that, Dean might die, and he couldn't let his brother die. Deal or no deal, Sam wasn't going to let Dean die. Hell, he was trying to find a way to get Dean out of the crossroad demon deal, and if he couldn't he sure as hell wasn't going to help that demon bitch along with having Dean die before it was time.

He decided to play dumb instead, maybe Dean would just get bored with him and find something better to do while he was possessed.
He cleared his throat, frowning, "Uh, my shirt?" Sam asked him, glancing from Dean to looking down at himself, at the long sleeve shirt he still had buttoned up to his neck, with his tee under it.
He watched Dean quirk a brow at him and nod slowly, like Sam was suppose to have ridden the short bus to school or something. Yeah, yeah, he got it. He didn't want to get it, but he got it.

He cleared his throat again, "Alright, but I dunno why, I mean..." Sam worked at the buttons of his shirt as he spoke, once the front was unbuttoned he moved to unbutton the sleeves, "you just like my tee or something?" Sam asked him, as he shrugged off his long sleeve shirt, tossing it onto the table, then turning his attention back to his brother.

"The other one too."

Sam tensed as Dean told him to take off the tee. Okay, think! Think of something, anything!

Sam took a step forward, bending at the waist, he grabbed the corner of his bag and slid it over to himself, fished around inside for the tee he slept in.
If Dean wanted him out of this one, then he'd simply suggest getting read for bed...er sleep. Oh hell....

Sam ended up turning slightly, so his bent over ass was in direct view of his brother, though he didn't realize it, it wasn't what he was thinking about at the moment each article his brother asked him to take off, he's simply replace with ones he wore to bed. It would make Sam just seem naive and it would keep Dean from doing what he did the night before. Perfect. Fool proof. .....maybe.
Finally finding the shirt, Sam pulled up, standing straight again and quickly did as Dean had asked, pulling his tee off over his head, then started pulling the other on before Dean had a chance to protest.

Fast as a whipcord, Dean moved in front of Sam and tugged the tee shirt off Sam’s head, using it to trap his brother’s arms behind his back. Then they were staring face to face. “You teasing me, Sam?” He gave a lop sided grin. “Not that I don’t appreciate it, but you really need to work on technique.”

His gaze slid down the expanse of Sam’s built chest. “For example, bare skin… sexy,” leaning down, he moved his mouth over Sam’s chiseled muscles, and sucked hard on his nipple, before pulling off. Hot damn… the way Sam looked, with his lips parted, the pulse beating out of control at the base of his throat… that alone could have Dean coming. “Open mouth… very sexy.” This time, he put his free hand in the front of Sam’s waistband and tugged him up against his body, slanting his mouth over Sam’s and kissing him slow, but hard… insisting on entry, and tangling his tongue around Sam’s.

By the time Dean pulled away, there was a little heavy breathing on both sides. “Blindfolds… hella sexy. Get me a couple of ties, Sam.” Pulling the tee off his arms and dropping it to the ground, he freed him.

Before Sam could get the new tee completely on, Dean was there in front of him tugging the tee shirt off Sam’s head, using it to trap his brother’s arms behind his back. Sam stared wide eyed at his brother as they stood there, face to face. Dean, wake up. Please, dude, wake up.
“You teasing me, Sam?” Dean gave a lop sided grin. “Not that I don’t appreciate it, but you really need to work on technique.”

Dean's gaze slid down the expanse of Sam’s chest and Sam looked down with him, frowning slightly. What the hell is he looking at me like that for?

“For example, bare skin… sexy,” Dean leaned down, he moved his mouth over Sam’s chiseled muscles, and sucked hard on his nipple, before pulling off. Sam gasped, lips parted as his head tilted back. Sam knew this shouldn't feel good, he shouldn't be liking what Dean was doing to him, he should be running like he had planned to be. But that would kill Dean, right? Oh god, let it be right. Dean, stop it. Stop it, stop it..
“Open mouth… very sexy.” Dean put his free hand in the front of Sam’s waistband and tugged him up against his body. Sam grunted softly, licked his lips, just before Dean slanted his mouth over Sam’s, kissing him slow, but hard. Sam fought to suppress the moan that threatened to escape. Dean's tongue at his lips, insisting on entry had Sam panicking again. He gasped softly and Dean plunged his tongue into his mouth, Dean's tongue tangling with his.

By the time Dean pulled away, there was a little heavy breathing on both sides. “Blindfolds… hella sexy. Get me a couple of ties, Sam.” Dean pulled the tee off Sam's arms and dropping it to the ground, freeing him.
Sam licked his lips, tried to get his breathing back to normal. "Ties?" he frowned at Dean. Two ties?

Maybe Dean was going to blindfold himself too.... then Sam could get the hell out of there. Leave a note, tell Dean it was a game... maybe that would make it so Dean didn't die in his dream. Maybe it would just let his continue to sleep it off, finally waking by morning. Maybe....
Sam started to bend, reaching for the duffel and paused, looking up at Dean, "What do you want two ties for?"
He had to be sure before he did something really stupid like hand over ties to the guy who seemed intent on dry humping him again.

“Just get the fucking ties and I’ll show you.” This time, there was an edge to Dean’s command. Patience was not his strong suit.

He didn’t know why, but Sam’s reluctance was turning him on. Maybe it was the challenge, cause he was damn well gonna have him begging before the night was out. He felt his muscles clench with need as Sam obeyed and bent over again, bringing out the ties.

Taking them from Sam, he looped one around Sam’s neck, just letting it hang. Then he moved behind Sam and used the wide part of the second one to blind fold him. “Stop resisting,” he snapped, the instant Sam’s hands came up to stop him.

Once the burgundy tie was in place, still standing behind Sam, Dean force him to turn his head. “So fucking beautiful, Sammy. So fucking beautiful,” he breathed, finding his mouth and kissing him. He could feel Sam tense up, his muscles strain, but he kept kissing, kept tongue fucking him until he got the response he wanted.

Breaking the kiss, he moved in front of Sam, and saw how hard his pulse was jumping. Running his finger over the pulse point at the base of his throat, he whispered. “I’d never hurt you, you should know that. Just want to fuck you… want to make you come so hard you’ll be thinking of it for days. Harder than last night. Though Sam couldn’t see, he started to make a loop and knot with the other tie.

When he thought his soothing tones had calmed Sam, he struck again, grabbing his brother’s wrists and pulling the loop over them. He pulled the black material of the tie tight, and then stood back to look at his handiwork. “Do you have any idea how you look? You’ve got ‘mine’ written all over you Sam, and baby its making me so hard. So fuckin’ hard…”

His jeans had gotten uncomfortably tight. Every cell in his body was screaming at him to take Sam… take him now. And fuck… he heard the thunder outside and knew nothing would stop him now. “I want you hot, and wet… and screaming my name.”

He started to push Sam toward the door, and got him outside. It was raining, but it was warm rain, the kind made for fucking under. Step by step, they moved into the woods. Dean was rushing Sam, but there were times when he couldn’t resist and felt him up, or pushed him against a tree and whispered thickly about how Sam was turning him on. He touched him… constantly… his chest, his ass… palming his cock right through his pants.

Finally, he found a clearing he liked with a tree branch just the right height. Pulling Sam’s arms up, he guided them so that his bound wrists were now looped around a branch that had Sam standing at his full height. Laughing thickly, he started to walk around Sam, running his hand across his abs, and back, and chest. “You know how fucking hot you look with the water dripping off you like that? You were made for fucking. You were made for me, weren’t you?”

“Just get the fucking ties and I’ll show you.” This time, there was an edge to Dean’s command.

Sam stood there a minute thinking the order over. He really didn't want this to backfire on him, and he was so scared that it was going to. Finally, with a sigh, Sam obeyed and bent over again, pulling out the ties.

Dean took them from him and Sam swallowed hard as he watched his brother, loop one around his neck, just letting it hang. When Dean moved behind him, Sam tensed, feeling him bring the wide part up to cover his eyes, Sam raised a hand to pull it away, to stop him, stop this. “Stop resisting,” Dean snapped at him then and Sam sighed as he slowly lowered his hand again, tightening it into a fist at his side.

Sam could feel Dean standing behind him, but he didn't know what he was doing, what he was going to do. Just as Sam started to ask, Dean force him to turn his head. “So fucking beautiful, Sammy. So fucking beautiful,” Dean breathed, then Dean's lips found his as he kissed him. Sam tensed even more, his muscles straining. This was wrong, they shouldn't be doing this. He shouldn't be letting Dean do this. There had to be another way. Dean kept kissing him, kept tongue fucking him until he got the response he wanted, until Sam let his tongue tangle with Dean's a low moan escaping him.

Breaking the kiss, Dean moved in front of him, Sam could feel that, sense it. He swallowed hard, waiting for what Dean was going to do next. He was freaking out, and the blindfold wasn't helping. He felt Dean run his finger over the pulse point at the base of his throat, heard him whisper. “I’d never hurt you, you should know that. Just want to fuck you… want to make you come so hard you’ll be thinking of it for days. Harder than last night."

Sam swallowed hard, licked his lips before biting his lip, suppressing the denial that wanted to come out. He wanted to tell Dean no, tell him he didn't want to do this, but he couldn't. He had to just let his brother do what he wanted or watch him die of a fucking heart attack in front of him.
Sam took in a deep breath, let it out slow, forced himself to calm down, to accept this. Sometimes ya just gotta take one for the team, Sammy. Dean's voice, a different hunt, a different time. The words echoed in Sam's head.

Dean grabbed his wrists then, holding them together as Sam felt the silken material of another tie loop over them, then the material pulled tight Oh hell...oh no...fuck no. Dean...
“Do you have any idea how you look? You’ve got ‘mine’ written all over you Sam, and baby its making me so hard. So fuckin’ hard…”

He swallowed back the rising panic, tried to remember that this was Dean, that he had to protect Dean. Sam heard the thunder crack outside, and he jumped slightly, blindfolded eyes turning toward the window, before looking back toward where he thought his brother was, “I want you hot, and wet… and screaming my name.”
Sam's lips parted as he gasped softly. Outside!? You wanna fucking go outside? Like this!?

Dean started to push him toward the door, Sam stumbled slightly in his attempts not to move, but Dean was adamant and soon Dean had him outside. It was raining, but it was warm rain. Sam couldn't see anything as they walked, he had no idea where Dean was leading him to, so he did the next best thing, he memorized their movements, counted their steps. Outside the door, turned right, walking twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty, one, two, three, four, five, six. Eighty six steps.

Dean was rushing Sam, but he kept feeling him up, or pushing him against a tree to kiss him. One tree, the last one before they reached their destination, wherever the hell that was, Dean pressed his back against the rough bark and whispered thickly about how he was turning Dean on.
Dean continued to touch him… constantly… his chest, his ass… palming his cock right through his pants. Each touch Sam jumped, each caress he had to bite back a protest. Dean, wake up! Please, Dean, just wake up...

Finally, they stopped walking and Dean pulled Sam’s arms up as he guided them so that his bound wrists were now looped around a branch that had Sam standing at his full height. Sam struggled against the limb, wanted to get his wrists untied, but he had to not let Dean know what he was doing, needed to be sneaky. Sam froze as Dean laughed thickly and started to walk around him, running his hand across his abs, and back, and chest. Sam was panting out his breaths, lips slightly parted, cheeks lightly blushed. “You know how fucking hot you look with the water dripping off you like that? You were made for fucking. You were made for me, weren’t you?”

Sam didn't know how to answer that, didn't know if he was actually suppose to, so he stood there silently.
He dipped his head back, bit his lip as he tried to get his hands free. He lowered his head again, blindfolded eyes looking around for his brother. Unable to see, not knowing where he was, Dean not making a sound.
"Dean?" Sam said softly, half afraid he had left him, half hoping he had.

Dean didn’t answer for a while and just drank in the vision of Sam bound and helpless, his to do with as he wished. He’d dreamed this once and now it was real. So much better when it was real.

He moved in front of Sam and blew on his chest, his eyes darkening as Sam’s flat nipples tightened. Watching his body react to him was such a fucking turn on. He blew again, this time a path down the center of Sam’s chest, watching his muscles ripple and strain. Unable to resist, he wet his lips and then ran his mouth down each of the indentations along Sam’s abs, feeling this muscles tighten.

“Ever had anyone suck your balls?” he asked, undoing Sam’s pants. “It’s sheer torture…” With a single strong tug, he had Sam’s jeans and briefs all the way down his legs. He pulled them off together with his boots and socks.

When he allowed himself to look at his brother, every muscle in his body clenched with need. “My God Sam… just… fuck. If you could see yourself… If you could feel what I feel when I look at you.” He was stroking Dean’s thighs, outer and inner, but carefully avoiding his cock even as it filled and thickened. “So fucking responsive.”

He walked behind Dean and put his arms around is waist, dragging him up hard against his body so his own arousal was grinding against Sam’s ass. “Look what you do to me, Sam. Look what you do.” He kissed the side of Sam’s neck, and then started to kiss a path down his back until Dean was on his knees.

One hand wrapped around each of Sam’s thighs, he started to lick and kiss his way between Sam’s legs, breathing on his sack, just touching it lightly at first, teasing. “Tell me to take it in my mouth.”

Sam felt the warm breath on his chest, though it only felt cold against his rain dampened skin and his nipples tightened in response. He groaned softly, knowing this was probably the result his brother was after. Sam shifted his weight nervously, tried to think of something else, be somewhere else in his head. He felt Dean blow again, this time a path down the center of his chest, muscles rippled and strained as he tilted his head back, bit his lip, let the rain pour down on his face. He felt his brother's wet lips then as they ran down each of the indentations along his abs. Sam's muscles tightened, body flinching as he tried to not focus on how good his brother's mouth felt.

“Ever had anyone suck your balls?” He heard Dean ask as fingers worked at undoing his pants. Suck his...? What? No, no... No!
“It’s sheer torture…” Sam panted out a breath, his head lowering slowly to "look" at his brother, though he couldn't see him through the blindfold.

Yeah, he just bet it was torture. Not that Dean had ever had his brother do it before!
With a single strong tug, Sam’s jeans and briefs were all the way down his legs. Sam gasped, his breath quickening. No, Dean. Don't. Please, don't.

He felt his jeans and boxers get pulled off completely, along with his socks and boots, though Sam tried to make it not such an easy task. Apparently his efforts hadn't hindered Dean in the least however.

“My God Sam… just… fuck. If you could see yourself… If you could feel what I feel when I look at you.” Sam bit his lip. He so didn't need to hear this from his brother. Didn't need to know that he thought this, even in some small corner of his mind, otherwise the Alp could never have picked up on it. Then he was stroking Sam’s thighs, outer and inner, but carefully avoiding his cock even as it filled and thickened. “So fucking responsive.”

Sam groaned, tilting his head back. He hadn't meant to get hard. He hadn't. But that traitorous piece of flesh just wasn't listening to his panicked mind. It had it's own ideas, it's own agenda. Fuck!

Sam felt Dean walk behind him, put his arms around is waist, dragging him up hard against his body so his own arousal was grinding against Sam’s ass. Sam gasped in response, shaking his head. No, he didn't want to hear that he did that to his brother. his brother “Look what you do to me, Sam. Look what you do.” Sam felt Dean's lips at his neck then, kissing along the side, then he started to kiss a path down his back. Sam moaned, his head tipping back again. Fuck if it didn't feel amazing, if some perverted little piece of himself wasn't enjoying.... Oh god, no.... Deeeean.....

Dean was on his knees then, with one hand wrapping around each of Sam’s thighs. Sam started to shake slightly as he felt Dean start to lick and kiss his way between his legs, breathing on his sack, just touching it lightly at first, teasing. Oh god, no...No! So wrong, so wrong.... Feels so good... So wrong.... Stop, just stop it, please!

“Tell me to take it in my mouth.”

Sam gasped, his breathing quick and ragged as he pulled his rain dampened head up, shook his head. He couldn't do that. He just couldn't. It was one thing to let Dean dry hump him, but this....? This was... No. Wrong. So fucking wrong.
"Dean, I - I can't..." He stopped, bit his lip, remembering what had happened last time he had fought, had almost made Dean stop. The look on Dean's face as he had grabbed his heart. The shock, the pain. The whispered out, "Sorry..."

Sam took in a deep breath, and quickly, the words rambling together he said it so fast. In fact he wasn't sure if Dean even under stood him, "Takeitinyourmouth."

He tilted his head back again, letting the rain beat against his face, and somewhere in the doing, he hoped that maybe he could just drown in the rain so he didn't have to remember this, feel the embarrassment of it tomorrow when he had to look his brother in the face again. Tomorrow, when he was his brother again.

Leaning further, Dean looked up from between Sam’s legs. “Oh hell no Sammy, that’s not gonna cut it. You gotta mean it. You gotta need it so bad, want it so bad, you’re begging… dying for it. We’ve got all night.”

With that, Dean started a new assault, using his tongue to apply pressure around Sam’s sac, sliding the flat of his tongue around it, pressing and releasing. As he kneaded Sam’s thighs, he moved slightly and started to tongue fuck the sensitive area between his balls and cock, loving how the skin in the area tightened.

“You’re so fucking hard…” he couldn’t help moving his closed mouth along the base of Sam’s cock, but he didn’t linger… he went back to work on his sack. “Must be in a world of pain. Are you in pain yet? Want me to—“ Just for a sec, he sucked on Sam’s balls. “All night Sammy… your choice.” And then he was sliding his tongue back and forth, giving Sam a bit of pressure, and then taking it away when Sam reacted and chased his tongue.

“Oh hell no Sammy, that’s not gonna cut it. You gotta mean it. You gotta need it so bad, want it so bad, you’re begging… dying for it. We’ve got all night.”

Sam grit his teeth, shook his head. He wasn't going to say it again. No way. Didn't matter what Dean did. He was not going to ask his brother to do that...ever.

He felt Dean's tongue apply pressure around his sac, sliding the flat of his tongue around it, pressing and releasing. As he kneaded Sam’s thighs, then moved slightly and started to tongue fuck the sensitive area between his balls and cock.
Sam sucked in a breath between gritted teeth, tried not to feel, tried to think of something else. Baseball. Every severed head he'd ever seen. Something, anything, though his cock seemed to only get harder, twitching as it stood tall and proud, jutting up toward his stomach. Fucking traitor!

“You’re so fucking hard…”
Sam felt Dean's hot breath along the base of Sam’s cock, but the feeling didn’t linger, thank god. No, instead it got worse, as Dean went back to work on his sack.

Sam groaned, shifted his weight, tried to get away from that mouth, that tongue, and yet wanting more at the same time. Holy hell!
Torture. That's what this was. Dean was going to torture him until he was either screaming or passed out from over stimulation... could one pass out from that?
If it was possible, he was sure he'd be doing so soon. He ached for more, more of what there was no way in hell he was going to ask for. Not from Dean, not from his brother! Oh god!...

"Dean... please... no more..." he panted out softly, his head falling forward.

“Must be in a world of pain. Are you in pain yet? Want me to—“ And then there it was, just for a second, Dean's hot mouth on him as he sucked on his balls.

Sam groaned loud and long, throwing his head back, gritting his teeth.
“All night Sammy… your choice.” Sam felt Dean's tongue sliding back and forth, giving him a bit of pressure, making Sam's hips buck, trying to get more, needing more, even while his mind screamed, 'no', only to have Dean take it away each time Sam reacted and chased his tongue.
Sam's breaths were ragged, he growled in frustration, "Fuck!" he nearly screamed it.

His brother was slowly driving him insane. "Please, Dean... oh god...please...." Sam begged, head falling back again, rain dripping down on his face.

Dean replaced his mouth with his hand, thumbing Sam lightly, keeping the pressure building. Looking up, he watched his brother fall apart in front of his eyes, watched him bite his lips… watched him struggle, watched him fight… for no reason.

“Please what? Please what?” He kissed his way up Dean’s thigh, cupping his balls for just a second to show him the relief he’d get. “Doesn’t have to be this hard Sam. All you have to do is ask and I’ll take you in my mouth, baby… suck you so hard, you’ll see stars.”

He knew Sam wanted it. His brother was so damn stubborn, and he was about to be the death of both of them.

When Dean replaced his mouth with his hand, thumbing Sam lightly, keeping the pressure building. Sam's hips bucked, his head falling forward. "Oh my God..." he groaned.

“Please what? Please what?”

He was going to make Sam say it. Force the words from his lips. Sam shook his head in denial. No, no, no, no. Though he was no longer sure who he was trying to convince.
Sam felt Dean kiss his way up his thigh, cupping his balls for just a second. “Doesn’t have to be this hard Sam. All you have to do is ask and I’ll take you in my mouth, baby… suck you so hard, you’ll see stars.”

Sam's body was nearly trembling with need. "Please.....Deeeeeeean...." he whimpered softly.

Sam took in a growled breath, struggled against the bonds at his wrists, before his head fell back again for a moment, then forward. "Fuck! Just do it, Dean! Just do it!" He yelled, unable to take anymore.

A smug smile spread over Dean’s face. “Damn you ask pretty,” he said, getting up on his knees to unzip his own pants. Sam’s cry had sent all of his blood surging straight to his cock and he had to free himself.

“I’ve got you... I’ve got you little brother,” he muttered, finding his way between Sam’s legs again, and opening wide to take his sack into his mouth. He sucked long and hard, then started humming around him. With the flat of his tongue, he rubbed back and forth, applying pressure, stroking, pulsing against him.

He was giving Sam pleasure in as many ways as he could, but Dean knew... what was pleasure would soon turn to more torture. As Sam’s balls drew up tight, as he started to thrash... Dean knew damn well Sam needed him to touch elsewhere. That his cock was so stiff and needy... that to get off, he needed to be stroked and squeezed.

Pulling his mouth of, he licked the base of his cock ever so lightly, brushing his nose and cheeks ‘accidentally’ against Sam’s shaft, then going back to work on his sack. He could imagine what Sam was feeling, what he was needing... it was easy because hell... his own cock was pulsing with need. He told himself he'd be inside Sam soon, fucking him so good... that he'd hang on, wait until Sam was in such a state he'd hardly notice the intrusion until it was too late.

"Damn you ask pretty,"

Sam would have rolled his eyes if every muscle in his body hadn't been clenched, if he hadn't been gritting his teeth, just trying not to totally lose it and start screaming and begging his, god help him, brother, to ease the aching need he had. Sure, had all that not been the case, he definitely would have rolled his eyes...probably huffed too. As it was, when Sam felt what he thought was Dean actually moving away, all he could do was whimper as he bit his bottom lip.

"I've got you... I've got you little brother," Dean muttered, as Sam felt him find his way between his legs again. Sam didn't think he'd ever been so glad to hear those words before. Even when Dean would say them after some evil nasty had tried to kill them, after something horrible had happened. No, this, right now, he was more glad to hear that now then he ever had been in any of those circumstances.

Sam gasped and jumped nearly out of his skin when his brother's hot tight mouth closed around his balls and he began to suck long and hard, then started humming around him. "Oh my...holy fuck!" Dean then used the flat of his tongue, rubbed back and forth, applying pressure, stroking, pulsing against him. Sam bit his lip and whimpered as he squeezed his eyes closed tightly behind the blindfold.

But after only a few minutes of that Sam started to thrash, his cock aching for the release he craved. "Dean," he growled his brother's name between clenched teeth as his hips began to thrust forward, fucking the air in front of him.

Dean pulled his mouth of his balls then and licked the base of his cock ever so lightly, brushing his nose and cheeks against Sam’s shaft. Sam gasped, lips parted, as he panted heavily. "Oh god...oh god..." Sam grit his teeth as his head fell forward, only to fall back again as Dean went back to work on his sack, leaving his cock acing with need.

Sam shifted his weight, tried to back up, go forward, anything something to get Dean to touch his cock. He thrashed against his bindings, trying to get free, but when Dean tied a knot it wasn't coming undone unless he wanted it to, or you cut whatever it was.
Chest rose and fell as he panted out his breaths, lips parted, before he again bit his lip. Please, Dean...stop...don't stop....do something...need....more....
"Deeeeeeean!"

“Any idea what you do to my insides when you say my name?” Dean stood up and walked in front of Sam, undressing quickly. His eyes clung to his brother, taking in how restless he was... his mouth moved with every breath, his chest rose and fell.. he thrashed against the binding, his hips moved... his cock seeped.

Now naked as the day he was born, Dean moved close, so close he could feel the heat from Sam’s body. Dipping his head forward, he licked the wet rain droplets off Sam’s mouth, teasing him, letting him know how close he was knowing he’d try to get some relief for his aching cock.

Suddenly he cupped Sam’s chin, and ground his mouth against his, this time putting all of his need behind his kiss, demanding a response as he moved from side to side, and pushed his tongue into the moist, hot channel of his brother’s mouth. He tasted so good, his brother... so fucking good.

Sam’s movements and the sounds that came from him almost had him weeping with need. He wrapped his arms around Sam, and dragged him up hard against his frame so there wasn’t a part of them that didn’t touch. Sam started to fuck against him, and Dean couldn’t chance having him come yet, so he molded them even tighter together, making anything but very small movements impossible. He was dying... dying to fuck.

As they moved ever so slowly against each other, he started to prepare Sam. He’d brought an ointment with him, one that he liked to use when it was just himself, his hand and a skin mag... but it would do. He kept kissing Sam, moving against him, distracting, as he inserted a finger in his hole. Fuck... fuck.. he was so tight, all Dean could think about was being inside him.

“Any idea what you do to my insides when you say my name?”

Sam felt Dean pull away from him and his eyes opened wide behind the blindfold. No, no, he wasn't leaving was he?
Sam turned his head, tried to listen for sounds of his brother. Hearing his foot steps in the grass, the leaves that scattered the ground around them, Sam sighed softly. He was still there. He hadn't left. Thank God, but he still wasn't near him, Sam couldn't feel him anymore.
Sam thrashed against his bindings, tried to get to his brother, or where he thought he was, he was gasping for air, his hips bucking as he thrashed.
"Dean..."

Then suddenly, Dean was there, he could feel the heat coming off Dean's body as he stood close, so close, but not close enough. Sam whimpered softly, as Dean's tongue flicked out to lick the ran off his mouth, teasing him.

Suddenly he felt Dean cup his chin just before Dean ground his mouth against his, demanding a response as he moved from side to side, and pushed his tongue into the moist, hot channel of his Sam's mouth. Sam was gone, too far gone to think about anything other than the aching need coursing through his body, making his dick weep. He kissed his brother back, tried to move his hips, grind himself against his brother's body. Please, Dean...need....you....

Sam felt Dean wrap his arms around him dragging him up hard against his frame so there wasn’t a part of them that didn’t touch. Sam started to fuck against him, harder, insistent, trying to get the release he so desperately needed. But, then Dean molded them even tighter together, and Sam's attempts at bucking, thrusting against him were useless. He whimpered, thrashing as much as he was able in his brothers arms.

Sam could only move slightly agaist his brother, another torture. To have what he wanted, what he needed to close and still be denied.
Dean kept kissing him, moving against him slightly, making him groan deep in his throat, his hands bunched into tight fists above his head.
He didn't even notice where his brother's hand had dipped to, not at first, not until Dean's finger started to slip inside his tight hole. Only then did Sam tense, move his head, trying to break the kiss.

No, no, can't do that...never done that...Dean, please...
He finally managed to tear his lips from his brother's, his breaths coming in pants, "Dean," Sam moaned his name, head falling back, before he pulled it up again, "Please."

He finally managed to tear his lips from his brother's, his breaths coming in pants, "Dean," Sam moaned his name, head falling back, before he pulled it up again, "Please."

“Yeah... yeah Sammy,” that was the best Dean could manage in the face of that plea. Without breaking contact between their bodies, he moved behind Sam. He was so fucking hard he knew he’d have to use every shred of control not to push inside Sam too quickly, not to take him how he really needed.

He aligned his cock and pushed in a little. He knew Sam was scared, and he crooned in his ear. “Won’t hurt long ... then it’ll feel good, I promise... I’ll make it good for you. Relax Sam,” he gripped against, his palm pressing into Sam’s abs. Using his free hand, he reached around and started to stroke Sam’s cock.

As he worked his crown inside Sam, he started to squeeze and stroke, and give his brother all the relief he’d been begging for. “Damn... damn Sam, you feel so good,” he said thickly, fucking just a little harder as he moved his calloused hand over Sam’s shaft, using his thumb to stimulate his crown.

They stayed just like that for a long time. Dean aching, burning, needing to bury himself deep into his brother, but resisting until his brother was so far gone he’d forget about the pain.

And then he did it, he pushed in, groaning against Sam’s ear as his brother’s muscles closed around him so good. “Oh... oh God Sam... oh God... really need to fuck.” Once he started, he couldn’t stop. Not when the pressure was relentless and raging through his body. “Anh... anh... anh...” He was feverish, and needy, and thrusting harder and faster, reaching for the white light... reaching for release.

“Talk to me Sam, please talk to me,” he begged. “Need you to tell me how it feels.” Although he was quickly going out of his mind, Dean never forgot to keep stroking Sam’s cock, bringing him to the edge.

“Yeah... yeah Sammy,”

Dean moved around behind him then, never braking body contact with him, Sam wasn't quite sure how he managed that right then, hell, he wasn't even sure what he was doing behind him. He had said 'yeah' after all.
Then there it was, he could feel the tip of Dean's cock against his ass. Sam gasped and started to struggle. No, no, no, no, this wasn't what he was asking for! This wasn't what he meant!

“Won’t hurt long ... then it’ll feel good, I promise... I’ll make it good for you. Relax Sam,” Sam felt Dean press his pal against his abs, as if holding him there.
Feel good for me! No! Dean! I can't! We can't!

Then Dean started to stroke Sam's cock and his thoughts all skittered to a halt as he moaned, hips thrusting toward that hand as much as he was able.
Focusing on the hand on his cock that was squeezing and stroking him, Sam tried to ignore his brother working the crown of his cock into his ass. Not that it was something one could ignore, at least not for long. Soon Sam was struggling again, panting and whimpering. No. We can't do this. Dean, stop, please. Wake up! Please wake up.
“Damn... damn Sam, you feel so good,” Dean told him as he fucked just a little harder, moving his calloused hand over Sam’s shaft, using his thumb to stimulate his crown.

Sam whimpered, the muscles in his arms flexed as he tightened his hands into tighter fists, bit his lip.
Dean's hand felt so good, but what he was doing..... back there... he shouldn't be doing.
They stayed that way for a long time, Sam hanging by a thread, afraid to let himself relax enough to go over, afraid Dean would take this all the way.

His head fell back, lips parted as he panted out his breaths. So close, so fucking close and yet....
And then suddenly he did it, Dean pushed his cock into Sam's ass, groaning against his ear. Sam's eyes widened behind the blindfold, his lips parting in a silent scream, head tilted back. No, no, no, he didn't. He did not just... oh my god, oh my god, oh my god....
“Oh... oh God Sam... oh God... really need to fuck.” His brother thrusting into his ass, Sam shook his head, knew he couldn'ttell him no, knew Dean would die, but he didn't want...they couldn't....

“Anh... anh... anh...” Dean started thrusting harder and faster and Sam had to firmly pant his feet to not get pushed off balance.
It hurt like a son of a bitch at first, burned, felt like Dean was ripping him in two, but then, much to Sam's.... he wasn't sure, relief? Dismay? It started to feel good...really fucking good. He pulled his head up, biting his lip, though all ability to make coherent sound had left him he was sure.

“Talk to me Sam, please talk to me,” Dean begged him then. “Need you to tell me how it feels.”

Sam opened his mouth, tried to speak, but nothing but grunts and groans came out so he closed his mouth again, licked his lips before biting the bottom one again, his breath panting out. "Feels...." Sam groaned, as his head fell back, "Oh god, Dean...." the feel of what Dean was doing, hitting that spot in his ass that has his knees going weak combined with his hand pumping his cock, Sam was about to lose it.
He tried again, "Feels... Ahh..." he sucked in a breath, shook his head as he squeezed his eyes closed behind the blindfold, "FUCKING GOOD!" he screamed out as his hips bucked, pushing back against Dean's cock in his ass, feeling heat coil in his gut as his orgasm drew closer.

Sam’s out of control shout almost took Dean over the edge. He couldn’t have asked for more, he couldn’t have imagined something more beautiful. Taking a few heavy breaths, he used up the last shreds of his own control and whispered in Sam’s ear, “know why? I’m fucking amazing, that’s why.”

But as he started to drive into Sam like a piston, chasing his release, he knew damn well the opposite was true. His little brother was the amazing one. He started to fuck so hard he was lifting Sam up with every thrust, “oh God... you squeeze me so tight.... I’m coming... I’m—“

He couldn’t even finish his thought, not when Sam was bucking and thrashing, not when his entire body was focused on one thing. Their labored breaths and cries mingled and grew louder, and then he was biting Sam’s shoulder and groaning out his release. It seemed to take forever, and even when he was done, he stayed inside Sam a while longer, releasing his cock but stroking his chest and abs. “I love you Sammy,” he said so low, he didn’t know whether Sam heard.

Running his mouth along Sam’s neck, he pulled him close for one last kiss. Slowly, he untangled their bodies, and stepped in front of Sam. He pushed the tie up, revealing his brother’s eyes and staring into their depths.

“know why? I’m fucking amazing, that’s why.”

Sam was too far gone to think, to argue or do much of anything else but feel.
Dean started to slam into him so hard that he was actually lifted off his feet onto his toes, Sam's eyes opened wide, but all Sam could do was groan as he thrashed, trying to get more, feel more, find the release he so desperately needed. His breathing was labored and hard, panting out between parted lips, as he curled his lip closed his eyes tight behind the blindfold. "Fuck..me...oh...shit..." he groaned out, muscles tensing.

“oh God... you squeeze me so tight.... I’m coming... I’m—“

Sam was nodding, unable to speak as he started to come. He came harder than he could remember ever having come in his life, "Ahhh..." he sucked in air between clenched teeth, barely noticed as his brother bit his shoulder.
When finally,his orgasm had died down, only small after shocks running through his too raw nerve endings, making him tremble slightly, Sam hung his head, tried to get his breathing under control.
His brother was still inside him as they both tried to recover, Dean's hand left his cock to stroke his chest and abs. “I love you Sammy,” he barely heard Dean say it, was too exhausted to say anything back, just nodded his head weakly.

Sam felt Dean run his mouth along his neck, he pulled him close for one last kiss. Slowly, Dean untangled their bodies, and stepped in front of him. He pushed the tie up, and Sam blinked as his eyes adjusted to no longer being covered. Sam looked at his brother as green orbs stared back into his eyes.

He didn't know what to say, what to do. Was Dean suddenly wake now? What was he suppose to say. Sam bit his lip, looked away, "Dean....I..." he sighed shook his head, before looking back at his brother.
He was trembling slightly now, the rain having cooled them, and now that it stopped it had cooled the night air as well. Looking at his brother, he noticed he didn't look much warmer. "Should we....um...." he tried to turn to look back toward the motel, then looked back at his brother, "should we go in?"

Dean didn’t know what he’d been expecting, but his face fell. Disappointment coursed through him at the lackluster response after what had, for him been the most amazing sex he’d ever had. And it wasn’t just the sex, it was who he’d been with. But little brother, who’d been screaming with pleasure, didn’t look as thrilled. “It’ll be better the next time,” he muttered, more affected by his brother’s reaction than he would have thought possible.

Moving away, Dean quickly got dressed. He didn’t say a word, but he occasionally stole a glance at Sam. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Lips tightly pressed together, he walked back to the motel. He would get them a bed roll, and they could sleep under the stars, and maybe... maybe Sam would give him another chance.

He really didn’t know where he’d gone wrong, but once he got Sam talking ... he’d get to the bottom of this.

He pushed the door of the motel room open, and sat down on the bed to look through there stuff and maybe take some beers with him. Then he lay back for just a second, and was engulfed by sleep.

Sam could see the hurt on his brother's face and he wasn't really sure why, what he had done wrong.
He didn't expect him to actually thank him for that, did he?

“It’ll be better the next time,”

Sam's eyes widened and he went completely still. Next time? Next time!? What the hell did he mean, next time!? As far as Sam was concerned they were never doing that again and sure as hell were never talking about it.
He watched as Dean moved away and got dressed. Hey! Wasn't he forgetting something!?" Sam struggled against the tie binding his wrists.
"Dean..." he grunted out between struggles.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Huh!? No! No! Wait! Untie me! Sam struggled harder as Dean started to walk away, face set like he was angry, or like Sam had just killed his puppy.

"Dean..." Sam huffed, pulling harder on the tie, but only managing to make the limb rain it's contents of rain water down on him.
Sam gasped and shook his head, "Dammit!"
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! This was so messed up, so many shades of wrong. He couldn't yell for help, because, dammit, someone might just come to help him.
He couldn't yell any louder for Dean cause he might wake him, and he didn't seem to be able to get the damn tie to come undone!

**

It was somewhere around the time that the sun started to rise above the treeline, when Sam slowly picked his head up, from where it had been hanging as he had actually slept a little. He woke with a start, eyes wide before he remembered where he was what had happened.
Tilting his head back he looked up at the limb. If he could just....

Sam took a step forward, forced his bound wrists to follow, tree bark scratching skin as he did.
He winced slightly and took another step, did the same thing. It was slow going but, finally, he managed to get his wrists down from the tree limb.
They were still bound and he was still naked as the day he was born, but at least he wasn't tied with his arms above his head any longer.

He winced, hissing a breath out as he lowered his arms, muscles sore and cramping from being held in one position too long.
That's when he heard it, his cell ringing in his jeans pocket. Thank god he had put it in his jeans the night before instead of his jacket.