After breakfast, as promised, while Sam began cleaning off the table, dumping the leftovers onto a plate for the dog patiently waiting at the door outside, Bobby led Dean around the house, giving him the "grand tour". Dean paid attention while the older hunter pointed out the various protections already in place around the house, impressed in spite of himself. Dean made a mental note where some extra protections he knew of could be useful, and of course the same blood runes he had placed in the church from before wouldn't hurt.

Again, while the older man showed him around the house, some of the books lining the shelves or in stacks on the floor had caught his eye and he had to admit he might take the older man up on his offer to thumb through them. Dean was also impressed by the older hunter's supply of herbs, not to mention the weapons cache. If they were attacked, they could probably defend themselves quite well for a while.... Though Dean admittedly hoped it wouldn't come to that.

By the time they were done with the tour and back in the kitchen Sam was done with the dishes and wiping his hands off on the towel. At Bobby's "suggestion" Dean grabbed a few of the things that were going down into the basement, and they followed the older man down there to the "panic room".

Dean honestly hadn't been sure what he'd been expecting, but his eyebrows rose in spite of himself when he saw where he and Sam would be staying. Demon proof, didn't even begin to cover it. There was hardly a supernatural thing Dean could think of that would be able to get through the solid iron walls and the protections surrounding the room. It would be virtually impenetrable to demons and spirits alike. There were an aray of weapons already inside the room. Cots, which he and Sam probably wouldn't be using anyway with the mattress they'd brought down with them. A large supply of salt in the corner, and there was even food and bottled water, enough to last a couple of weeks if need be.

"Impressive." Dean admitted aloud as he put down the supplies he'd been carrying on the floor. "This might be enough to contain our powers while I teach Sam."

Bobby grinned, pleased by Dean's reaction and pleased to hear the room might hide their powers. "When I stock up, I'll get some more supplies for down here. I rotate food and water out every couple months so what's down here already is pretty fresh. The stuff Sam and I bought, some of it I brought along for you two. The new coffee maker, the electric heater, and the small fridge. I thought you boys might like those small amenities. Right now the room is powered from the house's electricity, but there are backup generators and I even have a secondary solar back-up. Once I get the room fully stocked, if we had to, we could make it okay for up to two months, more if we stretched it. Depending when we got cut off from our water supply would be the deciding factor, but I got one water tank in through there that's probably got enough for near a month with careful use.

"The washer and dryer are in the basement proper when you need 'em. There's more supplies to be brought down, but they don't gotta come down right now. You boys slept on the drive. I didn't. I'm gonna shower and catch some sleep. You boys," he waved a hand, "do whatever you boys want to do. I'll shut the basement door on the way up. I'll fix up some dinner later tonight and give you a shout if you boys are still down here. I'll get some fresh towels in the guest bathroom for you, too. There's a toilet and sink out in the basement, behind the door beside the washer and dryer iffen you don't want to traipse upstairs just for that." Bobby paused and looked at the two young men. He fell silent for a moment, then muttered, "The first aid kit is in that cabinet. Make sure what you use gets replaced."

With that, Bobby turned and headed out into the basement and upstairs. He really hoped the basement door was going to be soundproof enough that he wouldn't hear a damned thing coming from downstairs. He could tell them to do what they wanted, but he didn't think he could handle hearing them doing what they wanted and he tried really hard not to think too much about it. He'd get drunk tonight after dinner, when he could rally, truly enjoy it. Or at least, really truly need it.

As Bobby turned and left, Sam went over to the cabinet and opened up the first aid kit. Grinning he pulled out the tube of KY jelly. He tossed it to Dean then opened up the box with the air mattress and plugged in the pump, watching as it filled.

"Grab the sheets," Sam said, waving to one of the bags they had brought down.

The mattress was filled in just a few minutes, and Sam used that time to get some of the things in the bags out and pushed out of the way. He knew his brother was watching his every move and he knowing those lustful eyes were on him had blood beginning to head southward. As soon as the mattress was filled—though it really could stand a bit more air, but Sam didn't think he could wait much longer.

Looking up at his brother from where he knelt by the mattress he said, "I think the shower can wait. We'll just have to take another one anyhow." He stood up and walked over to Dean and pulled his brother into his arms. "Seems I owe you a thank you." He pressed the start of his erection against his brother's groin, rubbing a little. "Anything you want, absolutely anything. Take me. Take me any way you want me. As many times as you want me. I'm yours."

Sam stared into his brother's eyes and waited for Dean to tell him what he wanted.

As impressed as he was as Bobby went on to explain the usefulness of the panic room and everything at their disposal, Dean was more than ready for the older hunter to leave when he did. His eyes followed Sam as his brother went over to the cupboard that Bobby had indicated had the first aid kit and returned the younger man’s grin as he easily caught the tube that his brother threw to him.

Sticking the tube in his back pocket Dean nodded as he went over to one of the bags, riffling through it until he found what his brother wanted, and dropped the sheets down next to the mattress filling with air. Dean didn’t bother to hide the hunger in his eyes as he watched the younger man. The hunger, the desire that had never really faded since the older man’s interruption earlier, had been simmering just underneath the surface and was now beginning to burn hot again.

Dean was all too happy to agree with the younger man that showers could wait, wrapping his arms around his brother when Sam pulled him in close. Sliding his hands down the length of the younger man’s back to kneed his brother’s firm ass, pulling Sam in even closer. Groaning in the back of his throat at his brother’s request. He certainly was not about to refuse.

He leaned in to brush his lips over the younger man’s so softly it was barely a touch at all. Drawing back when Sam tried to deepen the kiss, he swiped his tongue lightly over his brother’s lips, gentle licks, rubbing his lips back and forth, sucking on Sam’s lower lip almost carefully… teasing. The light touches gradually becoming firmer, longer, increased in intensity until he was practically crushing Sam’s lips with his own. The elder man’s tongue delving deeply into the warmth of his brother’s mouth. Stroking over the ridge of his teeth, the roof of his mouth, twining with his brother’s slick tongue, exploring every inch.

His hands were never idle on Sam’s flesh either. Stroking over the curve of his brother’s ass and up the younger man’s back. Over Sam’s shoulders and moving up his brother’s neck into his hair. Almost petting before moving back down along the same path. Only this time slipping underneath the waistband of Sam’s jeans.

“Take off your clothes. I want to touch and taste every inch of you…” Dean panted, nipping softly on the younger man’s lower lip.

The touch of Dean's lips had Sam ready for more, but Dean pulled back. Dammit, Sam forgot Dean liked slow. He still made small sounds of frustration with every tease of Dean's lips and tongue. Dean's hands seemed everywhere on him as the drifted over Sam's skin. As Dean's kisses came more firmly, his touches came harder as well, kneading into his muscles. Sam was moaning into his mouth, pulling Dean closer, rubbing against him as Dean's attention grew in intensity. Sam pressed back into the hands that slipped under his jeans as his mouth welcomed Dean's tongue, enjoying every bit of Dean's exploration of his mouth as if Dean had never kissed him before.

Sam gave a small sound of complaint when Dean pulled away from their kiss. Never mind taking a breath was probably a good idea at that point, never mind Sam's lips were feeling a bit bruised.

Naked. He'd give Dean naked. Just the way Dean seemed to like it. Slowly.

He grinned at Dean as he stepped back and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, taking his time, showing Dean a bit more flesh with each un-done button. He saw the fire in his brother's eyes. Two could tease. He let his shirt slowly fall from his shoulders. He turned around, showing his brother his ass as he leaned over and untied his boots. He shifted back a little, letting his ass rub against Dean, using Dean as something to lean against as he pulled off each boot, each sock. Straightening, still with his back to his brother, he pulled free his belt, then grabbed Dean's hands and guided them to the button of his jeans.

"I seem to need a little help with this," Sam said innocently.

Dean couldn’t help but smile at the playful glint in his brother’s eyes as the younger man stepped back from him and proceeded to do as he asked. Teasing him, as he’d teased his brother before, with his slow movements unbuttoning his shirt. Each new patch of skin and muscle revealed as the shirt fell open making Dean’s mouth water, his hands itch, to taste and to touch. But he refused to reach out for Sam, to force him to go faster, letting his brother tease him.

A groan of approval broke from the elder man’s throat when the shirt finally slid off of the younger man’s shoulders, finally giving him an unobstructed view of Sam’s beautiful chest. He wanted to run his fingers over those pert nipples, feel them harden beneath his fingertips.

Dean groaned again, though the sound came out as almost a growl, when the younger man turned around. Giving him a clear view of his perfect ass encased in those jeans not to mention the long expanse of his muscled back.

When Sam pressed his ass back against his groin, Dean let his hands settle softly on the younger man’s waist. His thumbs brushing lightly at the soft skin just above the waistband of his jeans, his fingers splayed wide on Sam’s hips. He let one of his hands shift to slide down the length of his brother’s spine, barely touching the soft skin with his fingertips, before Sam straightened and caught his hand. Leading it around him to the button of his jeans.

“So I see.” Dean whispered as he pressed his lips to the warm flesh of the younger man’s shoulder. Sucking at the junction where Sam’s neck met his jaw as his fingers worked open the younger man’s fly and unzipped the tight denim. Hooking his thumbs into the jeans and Sam’s underwear he knelt as he pushed the material down Sam’s legs. Kissing his way down his brother’s back as he went.

His hands slid back up the younger man’s bare legs. His tongue flicking out to lap at the dimples at the small of Sam’s back. Licking down the crease of his brother’s ass as his hand’s settled on the younger man’s buttocks and parted his cheeks.

A small moan escaped Sam as Dean's lips pressed against his neck and he tilted his head, giving his brother more access to it. When his jeans came open, he felt a fresh rush of blood to his cock, it seeming to know it would soon get attention. He wanted to take Dean's hand and slide it under the cloth to touch him, but this was Dean's gift. Whatever his brother wanted, he would give him.

He missed that mouth at his neck, but a trail of tingling followed as it began to travel down his spine. The cool air caressed his exposed groin in counterpoint to Dean's hot breath on his back. Sam trembled under the touch of Dean's hands on his muscles as Dean's tongue tasted and sampled his flesh. When that warm moist tongue slid between his cheeks, Sam groaned, excited by the thought of Dean's tongue caressing his hole again. He had enjoyed it more than he ever thought he might and was looking forward to it again and hoped that was on Dean's list of how to drive his brother crazy.

He leaned forward a little, pressing his buttocks in towards Dean, trying to give him better access. He lightly touched his own cock, a few gentle strokes as Dean worked lower, reaching where his hole was.

Dean moaned softly in approval when the younger man shifted back, pressing his buttocks eagerly closer to his mouth and the elder man wasted no time giving Sam what he wanted. Spreading his brother's cheeks wide and licking over the tight ring of muscles protecting his brother's entrance to his body. Loving the way they fluttered and clenched under his flickering tongue as he teased around Sam's hole. Dean alternated between using the flat of his tongue to swipe over the sensitive skin, and using the tip to lightly probe against his brother's entrance. Just lightly teasing at first, before pushing deeper, thrusting his tongue deep inside of the younger man's heat, fucking Sam with his tongue and tightening his grip on his brother's hips to steady him when his attentions started to affect Sam's balance.

He savored every one of his brother's reactions to his attention. Loving the beautiful moans and wanton groans he pulled from Sam's throat. Loving how they grew louder and more obscene as Dean went on, thrusting his tongue as deeply as he could into his lover's body. Perhaps a part of Dean hoping that the walls and basement door were not as soundproof as the older hunter upstairs would have liked, just a little payback for interrupting him and Sam before.

As much as he loved doing this for Sam, soon Dean realized he needed more. Needed to feel his brother's hands on him, wanting to taste his lips and swallow his moans, needed to free his aching cock from his jeans and bury it inside his brother's tight hot body. So Dean hardened himself against the younger man's protests as he pulled back. Steadying his brother with his hands as he panted hard, rubbing his palms along Sam's sweat dampened skin of his thighs.

Slowly Dean stood up, not sure which of him ached more right now, his knees or his trapped cock. Once he was standing he turned Sam around in his arms and pulled the younger man up flush against him. Loving the feel of his brother's naked body in his arms as he kissed the younger man hard, practically bruising Sam's already swollen lips, and sucking his brother's tongue in his mouth. His fingers drifting down Sam's back to play around the younger man's now slick wet hole.

"I wanna fuck you, Sammy. Wanna fuck you slow and deep, going to make you beg me to let you come." He panted against his brother's lips.

A ripple of pleasure shot through Sam as Dean's tongue began its slow tease. The light touches of the tip of Dean's tongue making Sam groan and try to press harder against his brother's mouth. When Dean finally began pushing that hot wet nub deeper, Sam's soft groans began to come louder. He began pushing back with each of Dean's tongue thrusts until Dean finally grabbed his hips and held him steady, but frustrating Sam at the same time.

Each hard thrust sent a shiver of pleasure through Sam and his moans grew in volume as Dean's tongue fucked him. His own erection had grown hard and precome was dripping from its tip and splashing to the floor.

And then Dean stopped.

"Oh, Jesus Dean," Sam panted, trying to push back to find that wonderful tongue again. "Please, don't stop," he begged. Dean's caressing hands left his thighs aflame and he wanted that touch on him, caressing his aching cock, or those fingers finding their way into his hole.

He felt Dean stand up behind him and turned readily into his brother's arms. Dean's mouth covered his own and he groaned loudly, pressing his erection against Dean, frustrated that he could feel nothing but rough fabric. He wanted to feel Dean's erection next to his, wanted to grind their groins together. Dean's kiss was hard and Sam found his tongue being tempting into Dean's mouth. He felt Dean's fingers teasing his hole again and he tried to press back against them but Dean held him tightly. He loved how Dean held him so close, needing him the way Sam needed Dean.

"Want you fuck me any way you want," Sam panted back, his hands going to the button of Dean's jeans, teasingly slipping his fingers between the waistband and Dean's flesh before finally opening the button. He slowly unzipped Dean's pants and pushed the pants and shorts partway down Dean's hips, his fingers reaching inside and pulling Dean's erection free. Brushing Dean's slit, he wet his fingers with the precome and ran those slick fingers down Dean's shaft.

Fastening his mouth back over Dean's, he first stepped out of his own jeans then guided Dean back toward the mattress. He slipped from Dean's grasp and sank to his knees, grasping Dean's cock as he licked its tip. He let his tongue dance around the slit, hungrily sampling Dean's taste. Sucking on the tip, he coaxed more precome out as he pushed Dean's jeans further down his legs. Dean's moans and small thrusts were gratifying, and he took Dean's shaft fully into his mouth. He kept it there, running his tongue around the hard shaft, occasionally bobbing his head, working on getting Dean harder as he wrapped his arms around Dean, letting his fingers run up and down Dena's crack, finding Dean's hole and rubbing it. He finally pulled his mouth off with a pop, licking his lips, then laid back on the mattress, his legs spread wide invitingly.

"Make me beg," he told Dean.

Dean moaned in approval when he felt Sam’s fingers slip into the waistband of his jeans, so close to where he wanted Sam’s touch, but his brother took his time opening up his pants and easing them down. His eyes never left his brother’s, remaining locked together, showing Sam all the love and lust he felt for him, as the younger man pushed his jeans and shorts down his hips. Those teasing fingers finally reaching inside to grasp his aching cock and ease him out. The cold air along his hot sensitive skin making him groan but Sam’s fingers quickly chased the chill away. Wrapping around and stroking his length.

Dean’s fingers came up to cup the back of the younger man’s neck, threading up into Sam’s soft hair as Sam’s lips covered his own. Moaning into his brother’s mouth and pushing his hips forward into the younger man’s grip as he let Sam guide him around.

He licked his lips to gain more of his brother’s taste when the younger man finally released his mouth only to sink to his knees in front of him. Dean let his fingers guide through his brother’s hair, petting gently and watching, unable to look away if his life depended on it as Sam’s swollen lips parted, his brother’s tongue darting out to flick teasingly over the tip of his cock.

Dean couldn’t stop his moans of pleasure or the way his hips thrust forward seeking more of that perfect sinful heat. The groan that escaped him when Sam finally took his cock all the way into his mouth, playing with his dick with his tongue and sucking, was nearly painful.

“Sammy…” Dean panted, stroking, petting Sam’s head as it bobbed over his cock, his hips thrusting forward, pushing his dick deeper and Sam took him all. Dean’s head fell back, his mouth open, when he felt his brother’s fingers slipping between the cheeks of his ass he shifted his lets apart to give Sam better access. Pleasure rippling over every nerve ending in his body as the younger man sucked on him and played his fingers around his hole.

When Sam pulled off of him it was almost Dean who was begging, for Sam to keep going, to let him fuck his mouth and fill up his throat with come. But as he watched his brother pull away, laying back on the mattress with his legs open in invitation Dean forced himself to control himself. Smiling down at the younger man he grabbed the tube out of his back pocket before he kicked off his own jeans and underwear and then pulled his shirt off over his head.

Dean knelt on the mattress between his brother’s legs, letting his hands glide over the surprisingly soft flesh of Sam’s outer thighs starting at the younger man’s knees and working up as he covered his brother’s body with his own. Kissing Sam’s chest, his neck, his chin, and sealing his lips over his brother’s with a moan as he let his cock press down against Sam’s. Their erections rubbing between their bodies as he rolled his hips and he tasted himself on the younger man’s lips and tongue.

Only when the need for air forced them apart did he reluctantly push himself up and away from his brother, resting a hand in the center of Sam’s chest to keep Sam there as he knelt once more between Sam’s legs. Dean opened up the tube of lube with his teeth and squeezed a good amount onto his fingers, slicking them up and warming it before taking Sam’s cock in his hand. Watching his brother lovingly, savoring Sam’s ever reaction, as he stroked his slick hand up and down the younger man’s hot length leisurely. Reaching lower and rolling Sam’s balls in his hand, lower still to trace his fingers around his brother’s already slick hole teasingly a few times. Letting his finger probe just inside the tight hot ring, before returning to play with the younger man’s cock, curling his fingers around the sensitive crown, and thumbing his brother’s leaking slit.

Dean's smile was so full of love, so full of lust, that Sam felt his heart thump hard in his chest. That smile was all for him. Those feelings were only for him. He wanted Dean touching him, touching him anywhere. Sam's gaze turned hungry as Dean disrobed and he took in his brother's brutally scarred chest, his perfect body, the stiff hard erection that he had caused in Dean. He licked his lips, tasting his brother still.

A soft moan escaped him as Dean's touch came to rest on him. When Dean reached his thighs he pressed into that touch, opening himself even wider for the older man. The heat of Dean's attention was smoldering, the kisses leaving icy fire each place they were given as Dean worked his way up Sam's chest, blanketing him with his body. He savored each kiss and, eager for Dean to reach his mouth, when Dean moved to kiss him, he raised his head to meet Dean's mouth sooner. Sam ran his fingers through Dean's hair as Sam groaned into his brother's mouth, welcoming in that searching tongue. The press of Dean's body, the flick of his tongue, the touch of his lips brought Sam's hands to slide down to caress Dean's muscular sides. When Dean pressed their erections together Sam groaned loudly into Dean's mouth, that groan crescendoing almost into a scream of pleasure as Dean rolled against him, and Sam bucked up in response. He wrapped his arms tightly around Dean, rubbing against him, precome slicking them both.

He didn't want to let Dean go but when Dean began to push himself up, Sam relented, his tongue running over his own swollen lips, keeping his brother's taste fresh in his mouth. He started to sit up, to chase after that hot mouth, but Dean's hand on his chest held him still.

How could anyone opening a tube with their teeth be so fucking erotic? But it was. When Dean began warming the lube in his hand, Sam's eyes watch in fascination, anticipating those fingers to descend to his hole. He reminded himself it would burn, but he also knew how good it would feel once Dean was inside of him rubbing that delicious spot he had never known he had. The tongue fucking had felt so damned good but he was definitely ready for more, for something bigger.

When his brother took Sam's cock in that lubed hand instead of moving to his ass, Sam arched and groaned and thrust up. Dean worked him slowly, Sam's hips snapping forward with each down stroke, a moan accompanying it. Just when he thought he was going to need to increase the pace or die, Dean let him go.

"Dean," Sam gasped, his cock aching for the pressure to return to it when Dean's fingers began kneading and toying with his full balls. Dean's hand held him firmly against the mattress, but when Sam reached for his own cock, desperate for the pressure to return, Dean slapped his hand away.

Sam thrust wantonly, moaning in near pain, fisting the sheets in his hands. "Need you to touch me," Sam murmured between his groans. "Oh fuck Dean. Touch my dick again."

When Dean delved lower still, leaving Sam's aching member all together, touching Sam's already sensitized hole, Sam tried to push against those teasing fingers. Caught between the need of his rock hard cock and desire to have Dean in him, Sam gripped the sheets tighter.

"Yes, oh, god, yes," he gasped as he thrust helplessly forward and then shoved back against those fingers, getting no satisfaction in either direction

Sam felt Dean's fingers push a little inside him and he struggled to relax, to let the probing finger enter him. Instead those fingers returned to his cock, making him buck and cry his brother's name loudly.

Dean playing with his crown and slit were worse than toying with his balls. The sensitive tip ached for stimulation while his shaft wanted Dean's hand wrapped tight. Or better yet, Dean's mouth. He writhed under Dean's patient attention his body coated with a sheen of sweat as whimpers spilled from his lips.

"Suck me off," Sam begged. "Need your mouth on me. Let me fuck your mouth."

Dean groaned softly at his brother’s plea as he leaned down over his brother’s lap, wasting no time giving Sam what he’d begged for. His fingers slid down and up the length of his brother’s hard shaft, stroking. Coaxing more precome to dribble from the younger man’s tip and he rubbed the head of the younger man’s dick across his lips. Making sure Sam was watching as he licked them clean with a moan.

Then Dean made a show of parting his wet lips, steadying the younger man’s cock in one hand, his other on the other man’s hip hip, and let Sam’s dick slide slowly into his mouth. He relaxed his hold on Sam’s hip as he relaxed his throat, taking his brother’s cock deeply into his mouth when the younger man bucked up.

He moaned greedily around the younger man’s length as he took it all, tightening his lips around his brother’s shaft and hollowing his cheeks as he sucked. Stroking with his tongue and playing with the tip on every upstroke before taking his brother deep in his throat again, humming in pleasure. Looking up at his brother, watching the younger man’s every reaction intently, savoring how beautiful Sam looked, watching every moan and cry of pleasure with lustful eyes through dark eyelashes.

As he let Sam fuck up into his mouth his fingers drifted lower once more to fondle the younger man’s sack and slide teasingly down and up the crack of his brother’s ass. Lingering longer and longer around his tight sensitive hole, circling and teasing, but never entering him fully, waiting for Sam as he had before.

Sam nearly cried when he saw his brother lean down toward his cock, his hand still stimulating him. When Dean's lips touch his crown, rubbed over his slit, Sam groaned loudly. His eyes begged Dean to stop teasing him, but as he watched Dean lick the precome from his lips slowly, savoring it, Sam didn't think he had seen anything so fucking hot in all his life. Until Dean opened his mouth and descended on Sam's needy cock. So slow, so fucking slow, holding him so he couldn't push in. The bastard.

And then Dean's hand released his hips and all Sam thrust desperately hard into that hot silken mouth. Sam thought his eyes were going to roll back into this head as Dean sucked his dick, his lips wrapped tightly around him, his tongue, god, his tongue. When Dean began to hum, Sam's sounds of pleasure erupted. Dean took him so deeply, let him thrust all the way in, it was fucking unbelievable. The feel of Dean's throat swallowing him and the thought of his come shooting down that throat sent scorching heat through Sam. The sight of his brother leaning over his lap, watching him, the feel of Dean's fingers toying with his balls brought more moans to his lips. He wanted to come, he wanted to come so badly, and then he felt Dean's fingers at his hole, waiting patiently, circling, pressing, as if waiting for permission. He wasn't sure he could stand not coming at this point but he wanted Dean inside him, suddenly wanted that more than anything.

"Fuck me Dean," Sam managed to gasp between his moans, unable to make himself stop pushing into Dean's mouth.

Dean groaned at his brother’s words, his command, and there was nothing he wanted to do more than to give Sam exactly what he wanted. To force his dick into that tight hot hole and fuck his brother’s brains out, but he hadn’t even prepared Sam yet and the younger man was already at the edge. He could feel how tight Sam’s balls were, taste the come dripping liberally over his tongue down the back of his throat. He knew his brother was going to blow soon, and when he did, he wanted his dick inside of him so he could feel the younger man’s muscles clenching around him like a vice.

So Dean pulled his mouth off of the younger man’s cock, wrapping one hand firmly around the base of Sam’s dick and hardening himself to his brother’s desperate cries. Pushing not one, but two slick fingers into Sam’s hole as deeply as he could. Stretching the younger man with long purposeful strokes in and out while his other hand continued to apply pressure to keep Sam from coming while he curled his fingers and rubbed over Sam’s prostate.

Dean didn’t bother with the third finger as he would have normally liked, he didn’t think either of them were going to be able to wait that long. So he withdrew his fingers and grabbed the tube of lube again, squirting more into Sam’s hole and onto his cock, slicking himself up as much as possible and he pressed his dick to the younger man’s entrance. keeping his grip around the base of Sam’s cock as he began to push inside, straining not to simply ram home into that exquisite heat embracing him.

“I’ve got you, Sammy… relax, let me in and I’ll let you come…”

Sam could feel the heat begin to pool, to coil. His sweet release, feeling his cock pulse in his brother's hot mouth, knowing his come was filling his brother's throat, was almost there. Just a few more deep thrusts, just a few more.

When Dean's mouth left him and cold air hit his wet and dripping cock, Sam cried out in pain and frustration. And then his brother took hold of his impossibly hard dick and for a brief moment Sam thought Dean was going to jerk him off. Why didn't he let Sam come in his mouth dammit? The fingers wrapped around the base of his cock.

Jesus fucking Christ, no!

"Dean," Sam begged, trying to thrust against that hand, trying to pull away from it. Anything to ease the agony of his full cock and too heavy balls. "I need to, let me come!" Sam cried, whimpering.

The two fingers that pushed inside him would have made him buck, hell would have made him blow, if Dean's hand wasn't wrapped so firmly around him and effectively kept him still. The burn of those invading fingers was nothing compared to the agony of needing to come. And then Dean hit that sweet spot. The sweat fairly poured off Sam as he thrust against those fingers, trying to find anything to help ease his desperation. He clawed at the sheets, moaning, begging, pleading as Dean scissored the muscle of his hole wider and wider. He barely felt the fingers leave him, his mind lost in the haze of the pleasure, of the pain, of what Dean was doing to him.

Dean would release him? He clung desperately to that thought and nodded his head. Anything. Anything, if his brother would just let his balls spew the spunk that pooled behind that iron grip. Relax. How the hell was he going to relax? He forced his ragged gasps to slow, forced his brain to kick back in to gear. It took everything in him to relax enough for Dean to begin to push inside.

Sam breaths came in gulps as he felt the stretching burn, as his balls continued to scream in pain, trying to find release.

"Let me come," he pleaded trying to push himself down on that cock but Dean wouldn't let him. He felt Dean's crown finally slide past that tight ring was was trying so hard to relax.

"Brother," he whined, "please, big brother, please..."

“Sam…” Dean panted, sweat dripping down his forehead and stinging his eyes, groaning in almost as much pain as Sam surely was as he finally pushed past that too tight ring of muscles. The head of his shaft barely breeching the younger man before he forced himself to stop again. He had to, or he would just lose control and start fucking Sam hard and fast, probably tearing him, and he wouldn’t risk hurting his brother that way, he simply wouldn’t.

The way Sam was begging him however was quickly snapping the fragile threads of his control. He knew he should simply pull out now, release his grip around his brother’s cock and stroke the younger man hard and fast, letting Sam come all over them both. But he needed to be inside of Sam. He needed it more than he needed to breathe right now.

So, even knowing he shouldn’t, he pushed his cock deeper into his brother’s body. Not as slow as he wanted, not slow at all in fact, and not stopping this time. As he buried himself home he finally released Sam’s cock, just as he’d promised. Grasping his brother’s hips and angling himself to thrust hard against Sam’s prostate at the same time.

He felt Sam’s muscles tightening around his cock, he felt Sam coming, but he didn’t stop. He fucked Sam with quick snaps of his hips, grunting and groaning as his brother clenched around him like a vice. Fucking his brother through his orgasm.

Dean pushed in and stopped. Sam's head fell back as he moaned. "Please, please," he begged. It was sheer torture what his brother was doing to him. Dean had his dick gripped in his hand, so promising, so pleasurable, so painful. Dean's cock was just barely pushed in. So promising, so pleasurable, so painful. Dean held him on that unbelievable, indescribable edge of exquisite agony for what felt like an eternity, then suddenly Dean was fully in him.

"Dean!" Sam shouted. It felt so good, it hurt, it burned, but it felt so good.

And Dean finally released his cock. Sam had been held back for so long he didn't know how he was going to come without Dean finishing him. Dean grabbed him and shifted and Sam knew Dean was going to slide in and out of him, hitting that sweet spot again and again. His gaze came to rest on the beautiful man in front of him. His hair soaked, his muscular chest dripping with sweat, his hot, lustful eyes devouring Sam. Sam felt Dean inside him, felt Dean's sack pressed up firm against his ass, felt Dean's hands on his hips. He saw Dean's luscious swollen lips part, his tongue just barely lick at a drop of sweat. Sam moaned and felt his balls tighten, felt the heat burn in his balls. Dean had finished him without ever touching him.

He felt himself begin to clench around Dean's cock; he screamed Dean's name again when Dean began fucking him with sharp hard thrusts, hitting his prostate. The sudden orgasm tore through him more powerfully than he could have ever dreamed possible. His seed exploded from him in a fountain. Each thrust Dean made brought another wave of incredible orgasm. He screamed Dean's name over and over as ropes of come showered them. He could feel Dean getting ready to come and reached for Dean, wanting those lips on his when his brother reached his own orgasm and he was going to ride Dean through his orgasm pulling out all the stops, making sure Dean felt the same unbelievable feeling Sam was still feeling and that still had stars dancing in front of his eyes.

Every time his brother’s inner muscles contracted around his cock it pulled a deep moan of pleasure from him. Every hot splash of the younger man’s come hitting his stomach and chest burned like the sweetest fire dripping down his skin. Listening to Sam scream his name over and over with such pleasure was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard in his life. And when Sam finally pulled him down, devouring his lips and tasting every inch of his mouth while Dean fucked hard into the younger man’s body, Dean shouted his own pleasure into his brother’s mouth. His body convulsing hard as his seed filled up the younger man’s body in heavy hot spurts, leaking out over his cock and balls as he continued to move within Sam. As his brother continued to move under him, gripping him with his legs, pulling him in deeper, clenching around his cock, milking him as they both shuddered, lost in the throes of ecstasy.

Dean collapsed heavily on top of the younger man, his weight pinning Sam to the mattress, and his body racked so hard by the aftershocks of their joined pleasure he felt as though he were having a seizure. He panted hard against his brother’s lips, gasping for breath in between tasting the younger man’s mouth with his lips and twining their tongues together. Chasing each other back and forth into each other’s mouth.

The kisses gradually becoming longer, sweeter, softer, less desperate. His grip gentling on the younger man, stroking softly over sweat and come soaked flesh rather than clutching. Dean moaned low, the sound practically a purr as he slowly pushed himself up on his elbows. Looking down at the younger man with an expression nothing short of worship.

“I love you.” He whispered softly, almost as though he were afraid of the words, and a part of him was.

He'd never known it could feel like this. He had loved Jessica deeply. She had loved him. They had experienced passionate intercourse that had them both sweating and gasping and screaming, but it paled next to this. It was a teenager's almost chaste first kiss. This, with Dean, shook him to his core, touching him in ways he never dreamed were possible.

When Dean lay on top of him, still in the throes of aftershocks, Sam barely gave him a chance to breathe as he kissed him. He wrapped himself around Dean and milked him as long as possible, his own aftershocks making him clench a little harder, slide a little more desperately on that cock buried inside of him.

They kissed each other so hard, there would surely be bruises, and nips at each others lips at some point had drawn blood, but Sam didn't care, fully immersed in making love to Dean.

Dean's cock, like his own, finely softened, just as their kisses did, but Sam kept his legs wrapped around Dean, kept Dean deeply inside him. He wasn't ready to lose that feeling, that oh so intimate connection. He shuddered under Dean's gentle caresses, the feeling of the sweat and come being spread by Dean's hands deeply erotic for him and making him moan into his brother's mouth in pleasure. He tried to pull Dean back down as Dean pushed himself up on his elbows.

The look in Dean's eyes, on his face, made Sam's breath catch. He had never seen such a look before. Hollywood had maybe portrayed it, but they didn't even come close to the reality of that soulful loving gaze he was now the recipient of.

Dean's soft words reverberated inside him and he thought the squeeze on his chest might just keep him from ever taking in another breath. He pulled Dean back down to him kissing him as if for the first time, as if for the final time. When he finally broke their kiss, he ran his hands over Dean's face, running his fingers through Dean's hair.

"I love you, Dean. More than anything," Sam said. He finally unwrapped his legs so Dean could pull out, so they could continue to kiss and touch one another and lie in each other's arms.

Dean sighed contently against Sam’s soft lips, savoring the tender touch of his brother’s mouth caressing his own. He smiled at the younger man’s soft touches to his face, hair, Sam’s words… more than the words themselves he could see the truth of them in his brother’s eyes when he drew back to look down at his brother again. Sam meant every word. More than anything…

Dean kissed the younger man softly one last time before he slowly eased himself out of his brother’s body. Taking an extra amount of care now, knowing Sam was probably sore because Dean had gone so fast. He would have felt guilty if not for the knowledge that Sam had experienced such pleasure from it.

Once he was out he shifted his weight to lay next to Sam, wrapping his arms around the younger man’s waist and drawing his brother as close as possible. Kissing him again, slowly, taking his time to taste his brother’s lips and mouth as carefully and thoroughly as Sam had him. His fingers gliding leisurely down the younger man’s side and over his hip, and back up, almost light enough to be ticklish.

“Alright, that was much better than a quickie.” Dean conceded, grinning as he drew invisible patterns through the sweat and come drying on his brother’s stomach. “Do you think we were loud enough?”

The heat of Dean's body washed over him as Dean drew him close. He welcomed Dean's tongue into his mouth, stroking his own against Dean's, letting Dean brush over every inch of his mouth. Dean's caresses made Sam moan softly, loving every moment of being under Dean's hands. He returned the caresses, lightly scraping his nails down Dean's back and running his fingers over the firm curves of Dean's muscular ass before dragging his nails up Dean's backside.

Sam grinned back at Dean's words, agreeing that was a hell of a lot better than rubbing against each other in the back seat of the Impala would have been. Infinitely better. Dean's next statement practically made Sam choke and he felt his face flame bright red. Sam moaned and buried his face against Dean's chest.

"Oh, Jesus, I hope he didn't hear us," Sam stammered, aghast at the idea. How many times had he screamed Dean's name in passion? How loudly had he? Loud enough to be heard a half-mile away he feared. Sure Bobby had caught them making out in the back seat but for him to hear Sam screaming his brother's name, Bobby knowing full well that his brother was fucking Sam's light out only made Sam's blush deepen. How would he ever face the older man?

The tube of lube that lay near by, well used and a third empty caught Sam's eye. Bobby had told them where it was. He expected them to be having sex. Still, it was kind of like his Dad handing him a condom before he went out on a date. That was okay, but to bring home a girl and use that same condom and his father to hear her shouts was wrong. Just wrong.

Dean could feel the heat of Sam’s blush against his chest and he couldn’t help but laugh at the reaction. Letting his fingers glide up and down the length of his brother’s back, moving from the base of the younger man’s spine up to caress the soft hairs at the back of Sam’s neck.

He loved it whenever Sam blushed, he found it one of the most endearing things he’s ever seen. He loved the idea that his brother was so innocent and pure. Sweet and untouched, before Dean had made love to him. Perfect…

“Why? You don’t want him to think I’m a bad lover, do you?” Dean asked, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Sam’s head.

Dean let his fingers drift lower down Sam’s back, easily sliding between the younger man’s warm soft cheeks. Brushing lightly over his brother’s hot moist hole.

“If he didn’t hear you this time… I’ll just have to make you scream louder next time…”

Sam's skin tingled from the soft brush of his brother's fingers over his back and he sighed contentedly, his blush beginning to fade a little. If Dean could have seen his face, he would have seen Sam roll his eyes at Dean's jest.

Sam couldn't help but press back a little into Dean's finger. He was sore, was going to be sore, but Dean's touch sent a ripple of anticipation through him. With Dean's next comment, Sam lifted his still flushed face away from Dean's chest. He shoved Dean backwards, knocking him onto the mattress and then pinning Dean with his body spread over him.

"Maybe I'll make you scream this next time," Sam said, grinning. "Because I don't want him thinking I suck at making love either."

He suddenly wondered if Dean were ticklish. A lot of people weren't ticklish unless you caught them off guard and they were distracted or feeling good to begin with. Dean was at least the latter and maybe the former. Did Dean even know what being ticklish meant? He didn't have anything to lose and tried tickling his brother's sides, wanted so much to see Dean squirm to hear him laugh or even…giggle.

A sound of surprise escaped Dean when Sam shoved him unexpectedly, and he couldn’t help grinning up at the younger man as his brother pinned him to the bed. Their bodies in perfect alignment, letting him feel every inch of Sam’s flesh pressing against his own.

“If you think you can…” Dean teased back, mischief in his eyes at Sam’s “threat” to make him scream this time. He was actually looking forward to the other man attempting it…

However Dean hadn’t been prepared for Sam’s particular “attack” and a bark of surprised laughter escaped him before he realized it. Looking up at his brother with wide eyes, he had no idea what Sam was doing. He didn’t even think to grab his brother’s hands before Sam got a better hold on him and started in on him earnest.

“What…” Dean tried to ask, confusion warring with amusement, and more laughter bubbled up from him and he couldn’t stop it. He squirmed underneath his brother, snorting, laughing, and giggling as he unsuccessfully tried to get a hold of Sam’s hands to stop him. Not that he wasn’t… enjoying… kind of… what Sam was doing, but he was getting a little out of breath, he was unsuccessful however. Whenever he managed to get a hold of Sam’s hands or arms the younger man would just switch his attack to a different part of him making Dean laugh harder and lose his grip.

“Sam!” Dean all but shrieked when his brother found a particularly sensitive spot on him, and soon he was laughing so hard he had tears running down his cheeks.

Dean jerked and the startled look on his face made Sam positively beam. His brother was definitely ticklish. Sam shifted his weight back and decided to find out every spot his big brother was ticklish in. The look of confusion on Dean's face was utterly priceless and positively endearing. He couldn't help but tickle more, laughing as hard as Dean, delightedly slipping free of his grip every time Dean managed to get a hold of him. He knew Dean just didn't quite grasp what Sam was doing to him and that made Sam laugh even harder because Dean simply didn't quite know how to defend himself against it.

Vaguely he recalled his father telling him about Dean and how ticklish Dean was, especially in the ribs right underneath his arms. Of course Dean was three or four and the time and what kid isn't ticklish? Still, it was worth testing. With an evil glint in his eyes, Sam focused a two handed attack on his brother, going for both spots on either side of Dean. Dean practically screamed like a girl. He was squirming and writhing and Sam finally had to stop, just to catch his own breath. He laughed at seeing the flushed, tear-streaked face of his big bad brother. His very ticklish, big bad brother.

He settled down beside Dean, grinning at him. "You are ticklish beyond ticklish," Sam said and laughed.

He threatened Dean with his hand, ready to tickle him again and laughed louder when Dean jerked back a little, trying to avoid his fingers. Even so, Dean's face was still alight with laughter, and god, his brother looked so beautiful and happy. He wanted that for his brother always and hoped that someday, when Dean was free of …Azazel… that Dean could be that happy and carefree. He snuggled up to his brother, ignoring the dried and drying come that covered them both. He wasn't ready to get up yet, and besides, neither of them were likely ready to go another round and when he got Dean in the shower…hopefully Bobby was out, because he fully intended to get Dean to shout his name. Loudly. And not by tickling him. Though that was awfully fun and might need to become an after-sex tradition. Fortunately he was not nearly as ticklish as his brother apparently was. He chuckled a little. He'd made Dean giggle. And scream like a girl. He was so going to use that as ammunition against Dean at a later date.

Seeing Sam laughing, looking so happy (and far too pleased with himself) Dean decided it had all been worth it. Even though by the time the younger man was finished with him Dean was laying on the mattress gasping like a fish out of water with tears drying on his face. His face bright red, and his sides hurting from laughing so much.

Ticklish?

Of course he didn’t really understand what that meant, but obviously it had something to do with how Sam had made him laugh so damned hard. When the younger man moved to start again, Dean jerked and held his hands up in submission, he wasn’t at all ready to do that again, or he’d surely suffocate. Maybe he should try to return the favor…

But instead of tickling him again Sam merely laughed and then laid down next to him, and Dean let out an obvious sigh of relief. Still grinning like a fool through the whole thing and wrapping his arms tightly around the other man pressed snug against him.

“Thank you.” Dean finally whispered softly, brushing his lips softly over Sam’s forehead. Even Dean himself wasn’t sure exactly what he was thanking Sam for. Not just the sex, or the tickling. Maybe for making him feel genuinely happy for one of the first times in his life.

Sam wondered what part of the most recent events Dean was thanking him for and decided he didn’t care. He loved the way Dean pulled him close, they way their bodies seemed to touch each other everywhere. He wrapped one leg over his brother's legs, pulling their groins closer, letting their flaccid cocks press against one another. He ignored the small pinch of pain coming from his ass. It was most definitely worth it.

He pulled back a little and stared into his brother's eyes. He could fall into those beautiful eyes and just drown. He wanted to. He wanted to forget he had some high-level demon after him, after them. He wanted to forget all the loss he had so recently suffered. Dean made him feel safe. How had it been such a short time ago that they had faced one another in the old mill as enemies and now they lay together as lovers? How had Sam discovered happiness in man's arms? He smiled a little. He had always felt safe in Dean's arms even as insubstantial as they had been. He had always felt happy, even though it seemed they often came to each other when the other was in pain, but he was always so happy to see his dream boy, to be able to comfort him or take comfort from him. It wasn't a stretch, not really, to have that relationship go the next step. Hell, if they had been able to earlier in their lives, Sam was certain they would have. He had never had any interest in men, but Dean, Dean was a special case. Their connection had surely existed because they were brothers, but they had never known that. That type of relationship wouldn't, couldn't ever develop between them. This relationship was the one that had grown. He didn't suppose his father would see it that way, but part of him knew he would choose his relationship with Dean over trying to rebuild a relationship with his father, if it came down to choosing between the two. He loved his father, but he loved Dean. He was not going to give Dean up, not for anyone.

Sam pressed his lips against Dean's and kissed him slowly and thoroughly. He was honestly still kind of tired even though he had slept all the way here. The big breakfast, then the very very hot sex…he was ready to just curl up against Dean and go to sleep in his arms, come covered flesh and all.

It wasn’t long after he and Sam both slipped off into a relaxed, easy, slumber. Their bodies touching everywhere, pressed so close there was barely a way to tell where one of them ended and the next began. Tangled together, body and soul, and perfect… Dean allowed himself to sleep deeper than he had in a while. Feeling comforted and safe in a way that he wasn’t sure he’d ever known except with Sam. Even when the younger boy had come to him in his dreams, comforting and loving, there was always that lingering fear and despair knowing when he opened his eyes again Sam would be gone.

Now he knew when he opened his eyes, Sam would be here, with him, always. Always in his arms. Always loving him. Always needing him. Always…

Dean wasn’t sure how long he slept. Occasionally he thought he heard footsteps from the floor above, but he paid them no mind. By now he knew the sound of Bobby’s footfalls and the sound didn’t alarm him in the least. In fact, knowing the other hunter would do everything in his power to protect Sam, made him rest easier.

Eventually however he found himself waking. As peaceful and calm as he felt, and as much as he wanted to remain in Sam’s warm embrace, he couldn’t sleep forever. He didn’t want to even. While dreams of Sam were nice, they paled in comparison to the younger man in his arms. To what Sam could do to him, what the younger man could make him feel, when they were awake.

They were still a mess from when they’d made love earlier, come and sweat having dried on their skin a long time ago, but Dean didn’t care in the least. Moaning softly in his throat as he rubbed slowly against the younger man, his eyes remaining closed for the moment just to further savor the feel of Sam’s flesh against his own. Trailing his fingertips down the younger man’s back, over his ass, and along his thigh still wrapped around him. Letting his fingers delve into the warm crease of his buttocks, circling over his brother’s hole, still wet and stretched from earlier.

Smiling, Dean let his fingers slip inside the younger man’s body, pushing slow and deep, sliding in and out and coaxing pleasure from his brother’s sweet spot as he coaxed Sam awake.

The smells of sweat and sex and …Dean…lingered. He felt so comfortable, so comforted, so safe. Dean would protect him with his life. He could sleep soundly and know nothing was going to get him, at least not without coming through Dean first. Memories of Jessica burning, imagined memories of his friend dying in the street, memories of his father's tortured body, they all tried to drag him into nightmares, but Dean stood between him and them, shielding him with his body, holding him close and whispering that he would protect Sam. And so, Sam slept peacefully, wrapped in Dean's love.

A part of him wasn't surprised when his dreams began to drift toward sex. He had been having some of the most intense sex of his life. He couldn't seem to get enough. He was fifteen again and practically giddy with love and hormones. Dean was pressing against him, rubbing against him, and kissing him furiously. Sam moaned into his lover's mouth as he pressed back, feeling his erection grow harder. He felt Dean in him, felt that sweet spot rubbed and caressed and excited and he pushed against it. It just wasn't deep enough, it wasn't full enough. He wanted more and whined a little. "Deeper," he moaned and rubbed his erection more insistently against his brother. Dean's tongue was licking his lips, wanting in and Sam was momentarily confused. When had they stopped kissing? Sam happily obliged anyhow, the veil of sleep slipping from him.

It wasn't just a dream. He was in Dean's arms, Dean was kissing him, was pressed up against him, had his fingers in Sam's hole and was sliding those evil fingers in and out. Shivers of pleasure shook Sam as his pushed against those fingers, as his cock slid by his brother's, as Dean's tongue roved his mouth, twining his tongue with Sam's. Sam moaned into his brother's mouth. The fingers just weren't enough. If Dean hadn't done it to wake him, hadn't caused Sam's mind to firmly attach itself to the idea of Dean fucking him, this would have been great, perfect even, but his body wanted more. He wanted more.

When they finally came up for air, Dean was still pumping Sam and Sam could feel Dean's exquisitely hard dick pushing against him.

"Not good enough, Baby," Sam whispered into his ear. He reached down and grabbed Dean's wrist, pulling those delicious fingers free of his ass, his sphincter immediately missing the slide of Dean's fingers. Furthering his discomfort he pushed away from Dean, but even so, grinned at him. He blinked, hunting for what he wanted and his sweeping gaze spotted the tube. He tossed it to Dean, then rolled over and got onto all fours, pointing his ass at Dean.

He had always loved doing the dog with Jessica. There was something just so…primitive, so empowering about doggy-style sex. Having her under him, thrusting into her, reaching around and grabbing and kneading her breasts, her ass pushing back against him. He loved it. He always loved it. Coming in her in that position, it was just so natural, so excellent.

He wagged his ass at Dean.

"Don't be a tease," Sam said glancing coyly over his shoulder at Dean. His dick was really complaining about the loss of pressure, and he really wanted Dean's hand jacking him off. He really wanted Dean inside him. "Fuck me already."

Dean was more than pleased by Sam’s reaction, even still half asleep the younger man was rubbing against him, moaning sweetly, and thrusting back onto the fingers penetrating him. He could feel Sam’s cock growing hard against his abdomen, and Sam’s insistent rutting was quickly coaxing his already half hard arousal to full.

Before Sam even had a chance to open his eyes, Dean pressed his mouth to his brother’s. Moaning in pleasure as he licked his way into the younger man’s mouth. Stroking inside and twining with that warm pliant tongue that returned his kisses a little sloppily at first, but the instant Sam finally woke, with much more precision and passion. Dean smiled against his brother’s mouth and groaned in approval.

He was still fucking his brother with his fingers slowly when they finally parted, panting for much needed air and Dean was still grinning. Though he arched an eyebrow when the first words out of Sam’s mouth was “not good enough”.

Dean reluctantly let Sam pull his fingers out of his warm tight body. Watching Sam closely as his brother searched for something and then laughing softly as he caught the tube thrown to him. Dean pushed himself up, wasting no time opening up the tube and coating his cock liberally as he watched Sam position himself. His eyes darkening with unmistakable lust as his brother got on his hands and knees and raised his ass invitingly to him.

He couldn’t help but laugh again at Sam’s saucy words and he smacked his brother’s ass playfully with the palm of his hand before getting behind the younger man and grabbing his hips. Spreading Sam’s cheeks wide, exposing his hole, and Dean pressed the head of his cock up against the tight ring of muscle.

“I’ll show you a tease.” Those words the only warning he gave his brother before he began pushing inside him, holding Sam’s hips in an iron grip to keep his brother still as he filled the younger man up slowly inch by torturous inch with his cock. Not stopping until his hips sat flushed against the younger man’s ass. His balls pressed up firmly against his brother’s. Then Dean rolled his hips, keeping himself buried as deep as possible inside the younger man.

Dean's slap on his ass surprised Sam and he gave a startled yelp. "Hey!" he complained, but the smile never left his face. Trepidation filled Sam with Dean's 'threatening' words. Dean had about killed him teasing him last time until he begged and begged. Sam wasn't sure if he should be looking forward to another long tease or not. When Dean took hold of his hips it was certainly too late to rethink and escape, not that he actually wanted to.

As Dean pressed into him, Sam threw back his head, groaning. The burn, the pleasure, was filling him as his brother's cock entered slowly. Dean's grip was almost bruising and while Sam wanted to push back against Dean, Dean was obviously having none of that. Dean could have whatever he wanted. Time and again Dean had done everything Sam had asked him to. Dean had only to ask and he would do the same.

Dean's never stopped pushing in, but he kept it slow and Sam was still stretched enough the burn was much less than before. The constant pace felt so good and so different from the stop and go pace Dean had previously used. When he felt Dean reach his full depth, pushing as deeply inside Sam as he could, Sam moaned, wishing Dean would let his hips go so he could pump against his brother, so his brother's hard shaft could duplicate the motion of Dean's fingers. He resisted the urge to stroke himself even though Dean's actions had only hardened him more and he so needed pressure on his cock. He was almost ready to beg Dean to touch him, to stroke him in time to the pace he was surely about to start.

Sam was totally unprepared for the sensations that swept through him as Dean stayed in him but rolled his cock. The pressure against his prostate coming and going created sparkles in Sam's eyesight and he groaned so obscenely it would put the best porno star to shame. And still Dean held his hips. He finally couldn't stand it and had to begin stroking himself, precome practically drizzling from his slit like the moans spilling from his lips.

“I see you like that.” Dean chuckled softly, moaning low in his throat as he shifted his hips from side to side, savoring the feeling of his brother’s body stretching to accommodate him and squeezing him so tightly. He loved Sam’s reaction every time he rolled his hips, how his brother moaned and his inner muscles fluttered and tightened around him as he brushed against the younger man’s sweet spot over and over.

He watched intently, memorizing the curve of Sam’s back, how his muscles trembled from the strain as he held his brother still. He watched the beads of sweat forming on the younger man’s flushed skin, how it dampened and darkened the soft hair at the base of Sam’s neck. As his brother slowly come undone with pleasure.

It was perfect.

Sam was already so hard, so aroused, his cock was leaking profusely. Dean grinned, watching the younger man take himself in hand, watching him pleasure himself as Dean pleasured him from the inside. He was so beautiful.

Dean began to slowly draw out and push back into the younger man’s tight hole. Just small shallow movements, letting the head of his cock rub over and over Sam’s prostate as he rolled his hips, adding to the stimulation inside his brother. Dean leaned over the younger man’s back, brushing his lips over Sam’s shoulders, flicking his tongue out to taste his sweat, his pleasure, his love.

“How many times do you think I can make you come like this?” Dean breathed playfully into his brother’s ear, rolling his hips a little harder for emphasis.

The sway of his brother's hips had him in throes of ecstasy and he felt dizzy with it. The sensations roared through him, tantalizing and teasing every nerve into fire. He couldn't have contained his moans if his life depended on it. And still Dean held his hips so he couldn't do anything to react physically to the overload of stimulus. Nothing but stroke himself, his unbelievably hard member throbbing painfully. He wanted to try to wait to come, to come along with Dean but the way Dean played him, he didn't think it was going to be possible.

Dean finally began to pull out, and Sam wasn't certain if he was relieved or frustrated, wanting Dean to begin to pump him, when Dean snapped his hips back in brushing that already sensitized spot. He wasn't sure how much more he could take, and then Dean began the small moves that had Sam making sounds he didn't know he could make. Sam really thought his eyes were going to roll back in his head and he was going to pass out when Dean began rolling and thrusting. He was beyond sensitized when he felt Dean's tongue on his back and he shook and writhed under Dean's care.

Dean's breath in his ear, his torturous words followed by that little extra push brought Sam's seed spilling from him a cry accompanying it. He was panting too hard to even hope to respond to his brother, but he knew Dean would be able to make him come as often as he was able to. He clutched his sphincter tight around Dean with every wave and spurt of his come.

Dean groaned low in his throat with every tight squeeze of his brother’s muscles around his cock, and he let one of his hands slip from the younger man’s hip to help caress and stroke Sam’s pulsing shaft. Coaxing every ripple of pleasure he could from Sam’s body as he continued those slow, torturous, movements in and out of his brother’s tight clenching hole. He rained soft loving kisses over the younger man’s shoulders and neck as he drew out Sam’s orgasm for as long as possible. Stilling his hand and his thrusts inside his brother only when he’d squeezed the last drop of come he could from the younger man’s cock.

“That’s one.” Dean panted softly into the younger man’s ear, trailing his fingers from Sam’s cock up the mess his brother had made over his stomach and chest. Pulling out of his brother’s body, he guided Sam down to the mattress, avoiding the new wet spot, so they were both lying on their sides. He pressed firmly up against the younger man’s back, easing Sam’s top leg up with a hand on his thigh, and positioned himself back against his brother’s hot slick hole. Dean pushed his cock back inside Sam with a long pleasured groan.

“Ready for two?” The elder man asked seriously as he started to fuck his brother again with short quick snaps of his hips.

Sam let Dean take over the milking of his cock, his body still shuddering with every pulse, with every thrust Dean made. The thrusting just drew out his orgasm and Sam was beginning to think Dean was trying to melt his brain so it could drain out right alongside everything else. When Dean stopped, finally, Sam thought he might collapse. God, what a way to wake up and start the day. He was drenched in both old and fresh sweat and come, and just as soon as his muscles stopped shaking and the aftershocks stopped washing through him, he was going to drag Dean upstairs to get them both showers.

Sam froze at Dean's panted words. Was he fucking nuts? Yeah, that was one. One helluva good fuck. Did Dean not see the ocean of come he'd just spew? He could not honestly think Sam was capable, this fast…okay, so they had gone a second round before, and Sam wouldn't mind, once he caught his breath a little. He was spent and it would take some time for him to be ready for a second one, but he could. Give him a few minutes and he could.

When Dean pulled out of him, he suddenly felt so empty. He wanted that connection with his brother, wanted to savor and embrace it for as long as possible. Yeah, yeah, he definitely wanted to go another round. He gratefully let Dean guide him to the mattress. His arms and legs felt like jell-o and the help was appreciated. Dean pressed against his back was nice. The older man could coax him back up and it would be good. Dean hadn't come yet, so he could return the favor. And he just might. With a vengeance.

He let Dean arrange his still sweating body any way he wanted. Cuddling sounded like a really good idea since he was still panting. He figured Dean would be reaching around soon to grab his dick and bring him slowly back up and ready for a second round. Dean liked it slow, after all.

Dean's cock pressed up against him and before he had a chance to say anything, Dean was pushing inside him and his groan matched that of his brother's. Dean's words barely registered before the man's rapid fire thrusts had Sam moaning again as the man's cock hit that sweet spot again and again.

"Oh, Jesus, fuck Dean," Sam gasped and couldn't help but push back against that thrusting shaft. He found Dean's hand and pushed it towards his dick. He hoped Dean wasn't going to make him beg because he didn't think his mouth could form words beyond "fuck-Dean-oh-God-Jesus-yes" in no particular order and intermixed with moans and groans of pleasure. His brain was beyond thought at that point. Probably because Dean had melted it into a puddle once already.

He knew Sam was still coming down from the high of his last orgasm. He knew all of his brother’s nerve endings were still on fire with pleasure. He knew the younger man was still almost too sensitive and he knew just how intense the feeling of his cock pounding that tight bundle of pleasure would feel. Sam’s reactions certainly did not disappoint him.

Dean smiled against the younger man’s neck and grasped his brother’s already swelling cock when Sam led him there. He stroked Sam in time with his quick sharp thrusts against his prostate, the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of his brother’s body beautifully obscene and only turning him on even more. But Dean didn’t want this over with too soon. He didn’t want it to be just another orgasm rushing over on top of the first. He wanted Sam to savor it as he did. Giving his brother pleasure, feeling and hearing it, while denying his own an exquisite torture.

So as soon as Sam’s cock was hard in his hand Dean changed tactics. Drawing his cock out almost all the way of his brother, groaning at the loss of that exquisite heat wrapped around him but he didn’t thrust back inside no matter how much he wanted to. Letting go of his brother’s shaft to grasp his hip again Dean began to push the head of his cock in and out of the younger man’s hole, just far enough past the tight ring of muscles to tease before drawing out again.

When Dean's hand fell onto his already returning erection, it was further overloading stimulus and Sam really was pretty much beyond thought. The quick hard thrusts that buried Dean again and again inside him, that simultaneous stroking of his cock, had Sam's hips moving in time with his brother's guidance, pushing back onto his brother's cock, thrusting forward into his brother's hand. Oh, he had no doubt he was going to come a second time, his balls already trying to gather themselves as his swelling cock grew stiffer and stiffer.

The sudden absence of Dean's heavy cock was painful and his hole clenched and unclenched, begging for the return of the thick shaft. And then Dean let go of his needy dick. The sensory overload was a twisting mess of the ultimate pleasure and most exquisite pain he had ever felt. Without Dean in him he felt on the edge but unsatisfied and the absence of Dean's come-covered hand working his shaft elevated that pain another notch. He couldn't beg, he could only moan and whine in frustration, his eyes squeezed shut as his hips still thrust back hunting for Dean's cock, and then thrust forward, searching for Dean's hand.

When Dean moved his hand back to his hip, Sam whimpered. The thought of Dean rolling his cock around inside him once again filling him with both ecstasy and anxiousness. Dean's iron grip held his hips firmly again and Sam tried thrusting in either direction but to no avail.

A relieved groan escaped him as he felt Dean's cock push back in. His own hand went down to his cock. Fuck Dean and his slow. The need was growing in him and though he didn't know how much he could possibly have left, his balls felt heavy and full. His eyes widened as the head of Dean's cock had barely passed his pulsing ring when Dean pulled back out. Sam's head fell back against Dean. He was putty in his brother's hands and he knew it. His body shook with the waves of pleasure/pain, he gasped and groaned with Dean's every thrust, and his hole was beyond control as it matched Dean, relaxing to let Dean back in, tightening, then relaxing again to let Dean out. He stroked himself trying to stroke faster than Dean's thrusts, to allow himself release, but his body wouldn't accept anything but Dean's pace and he whined his brother's name in frustration.

“Oh god, Sammy… you’re so fucking hot like this…” Dean moaned in approval as he watched the younger man writhing and moaning and wordlessly begging for his cock, but he forced himself to keep teasing. No matter how much he ached to bury himself hard and deep inside his brother he wanted to savor this. He wanted to drive Sam insane with pleasure. He kissed along his brother’s neck and jaw, his fingers digging bruises into his hips as he watched the younger man’s hand flying furiously over his cock trying to make himself come again but Sam’s body was only obeying him. Sam wouldn’t come until he wanted him to, and he’d never seen anything so incredible in all of his life than Sam completely undone and desperate for the pleasure only Dean could give him.

When Dean simply couldn’t hold back his own desires any more he finally thrust hard, burying his cock all the way inside of Sam, hitting his prostate, but forced himself to pull out again slowly. Teasing Sam with just the head of his cock a few more times before he thrust deep again. Fucking his brother hard and deep a few more times, then changing to teasing him again, groaning out his own agonizing pleasure and need along with his brother. He’d held back so long himself he was in nearly as much painful pleasure as his brother.

“You’re so beautiful like this. You look so hot, your body begging for my cock. Love you, mine, come for me again, brother…” Dean whispered endearments and filth at the same time into his brother’s ear. He was fucking Sam hard and deep again and this time he didn’t stop. This time he couldn’t. He practically growled deep in his chest when he felt his orgasm approaching, Sam’s muscles squeezing so tight around him pulling it from him, and he all but screamed his brother’s name as he spilled inside of him.

Dean's kisses were hot, moist accents to the pulsing pleasure that shook his body almost violently. He twisted his head to capture Dean's mouth, desperate to try to coax Dean into letting him come, to finish him. Dean took in Sam's tongue and sucked on it and it only made Sam shiver harder, stroke himself faster, but all without relief. His breath was panting gasps and begging whines. He tried desperately to push back but Dean's fingers just clamped down harder.

When Dean buried himself in Sam, hitting his prostate sharply, Sam convulsed in the start of orgasm, breaking the kiss. The excruciating slow pull out of his brother's dick held him at the edge of orgasm, Dean's small thrusting teases piling on sensation after sensation, but still he couldn't come. Dean teased him further with more deep thrusts and then shifting back to shallow ones just before Sam was able to reach release. He had never been held at the edge like this, not for so long. His heart was pounding, his muscles straining and tight, but still not reaching that last little crest that would push him into final ecstasy.

Dean's breath whispered in his ear and the emotional spike of Dean's words fueled him that much higher, coupled with Dean thrusting into him. Bringing him back to the cliff of orgasmic pleasure time and again. This time, though, this time he didn't stop. The sound of Dean's dick entering and leaving, Dean's gasps and moans, his tight grip on Sam's hips, all of these things twisted deeper inside him. He had been held so long at the edge his cock just locked up, refusing to release. Dean's deep moan, the increasing pace, the harder and harder thrusts finally reached through his haze. His spunk exploded free.

Orgasm after orgasm racked him, Dean's name on his lips, shouted as he writhed in the unbelievable waves of pleasure. As he released his seed his muscles contracted and he felt Dean's hot semen fill him as Dean cried his name and that only made the orgasms stronger. His tight hole clenched and unclenched around Dean's cock, unwilling to fully release Dean until everything had been milked from him and Sam's almost shattering orgasms finally subsided into strong and frequent aftershocks.

Sam struggled to think, struggled to form words. "Let's…stop…at…two…" he begged.

Dean panted hard against his brother’s sweat slicked skin. His arms wrapped tightly around Sam, holding the other man as close as possible through the tremors of pleasure that wracked both their bodies so hard he felt like they might just shatter. His heart pounded a punishing beat against his ribs and he could feel Sam’s matching the same rhythm against his chest. It was so intense, so incredibly intense. Every time they made love it only seemed to become more so. If this kept up he wasn’t sure if either of them were going to survive it. That thought almost made Dean chuckle, what a way to go...

When his brother breathlessly suggested they stop at two, Dean did laugh softly between panting breaths.

“Alright… this time…” He agreed softly as he fluttered soft kisses along the younger man’s shoulders, back, and neck. Taking his time to explore every inch of skin his lips could reach. His hands running soothingly up and down his brother’s sweat and come covered stomach and chest.

Sam was a delicious mess. The idea of running his tongue across his brother’s hot flesh licking away every trace of his spilled seed briefly entered Dean’s mind, but perhaps that was too much right now. Sam was utterly spent right now, and any more stimulation would only be painful rather than pleasurable.

“What do you want to do now?” Dean finally asked playfully.

Sam loved the way Dean held him so tightly, as if Sam might just fade away if he didn't hold on tight enough. It made him feel so very loved. If that was too chick-flicky, so be it. He rested one hand on Dean's forearm, squeezing it gently in response to way Dean held him. If he had the energy he would twist his head and try to get Dean to kiss him, but he was exhausted. His brother was damned good at totally and completely wiping him out. He couldn't help but wonder if the sex between them was so amazing because they loved each other so damned much. Maybe too damned much.

He almost laughed at Dean's words, but a moment of trepidation gripped him. If Dean decided to make him come a third time—which after experiencing this, he knew his brother would absolutely be able to do--he would be a blithering mass of quivering flesh. His brother knew so many ways of making him feel good, was there any hope that he would ever be able to do anything to surprise Dean and make him feel the way Dean made him feel? In utter and complete awe of what his brother could do to him. He supposed it would tactless to ask Bobby to pick him up some of the absolute dirtiness gay porn he could find. Maybe one of them could offer him some ideas. There was always the internet. If it could be done, there were surely instructions on how to do it.

His hard pants began to slow as more time passed between each jolt of pleasure. Dean's kisses on his back seemed to ease the burn in his muscles and felt nice but almost too nice. He really hoped Dean was going to stop at two. He didn't think he could survive another round right now. In a few hours he was going to be lucky to be able to move and he was certainly going to be sore as hell. He was glad the hand running up and down his chest and abdomen was relaxing rather than stimulating. He felt like he had just finished a biathalon. Running his own fingers through his come and offer them to Dean to lick clean was tempting, but he did not want Dean to get aroused again.

Sam tilted his head back against his brother. How in hell could his brother still have so much apparent energy and be so full of mischief? Probably because Sam was the one that had thrashing around like a rag doll while Dean worked him into a frenzy. "I am a fucking mess. As soon as my brain remembers how to move my legs and I can walk, I think we ought to get a shower, and then food. Food would be good. After that? If I can stay awake, you probably ought to start showing me how to control these powers of mine. As attractive as it sounds, I don't think we can spend the rest of our lives fucking each other's brains out. At least, not to the exclusion of all else.

When Sam tilted his head back against his shoulder, Dean pressed soft kisses to the younger man’s jaw and cheek. Humming soft sounds of approval at the younger man’s suggestions, a shower did sound very nice right now. Food sounded good as well, had to make sure that his brother kept his energy up, so that Sam could keep up with him. Especially if next time he wanted to make his brother come three times in a row…

Dean’s expression turned a little more serious when Sam suggested that after they ate, if his brother wasn’t too tuckered out, was to work on Dean teaching the younger man to control his powers. Dean agreed it was necessary, and probably long past time, they began such lessons if Sam’s loss of control at the church, followed not long after by the younger man attempting to use his powers to heal the priest was any indication. He would not allow Sam to be put in that kind of danger again. He needed to learn control over his powers before they tore Sam apart, or worse…

The elder man couldn’t help but chuckle softly at Sam’s choice of words, that they couldn’t spend the rest of their lives fucking each other’s brains out.

“Too bad.” He replied, kissing his brother one last time before he carefully started extracting himself, easing out of Sam’s tender hole slowly. Then he pushed himself up and gently rolled the boneless young man onto his back. Straddling his brother’s waist so he could look into the younger man’s eyes and pressing their spent cocks together, Dean leaned over Sam and kissed him softly.

“Next time, you’ll just have to fuck my brains out.” Dean whispered, caressing Sam’s face gently with his fingertips.

Sam closed his eyes as Dean's kisses rain gently across his face. Dean's chuckle made him crack his eyes open. Well, it was the truth. Sam was almost certain if he picked through the puddles of drying and dried come there would be specks of his brain intermixed with it.

His breath hissed between his lips as the older man pulled his flaccid cock from his hole. Oh, definitely going to feel that for a few days. And that was going to suck because odds were he was going to be too sore for at least a day or more for such intimate interactions. He smiled a little. Dean probably knew all sorts of other ways to make Sam scream in delight. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing. He might learn all sorts of other creative ways for them to make love. He suspected he had barely scraped the surface of what they could do to each other.

Sam squawked a soft complaint when Dean made him move, though he definitely approved of Dean's new position. He moaned softly, feeling Dean's cock against his own. He was still coming down from the multiple orgasms and everything was still so sensitized. But he didn't want to encourage Dean. He could not go another round. No. Absolutely not. And if he had anything approaching strength left in him, he wouldn't be rubbing against Dean like a dog in heat. Yeah. Sure he wouldn't.

He knew Dean saw the lustful desire in his eyes. He also hoped Dean saw the exhaustion and took pity on him. He got the distinct impression he better appreciate that Dean only made him come twice. He wouldn't get such a break next time.

Sam's eyebrows practically crawled into his hairline. Him? Fuck Dean? He blinked, suddenly unsure. He … yeah, he wanted to…but he didn't begin to know how to do it right. He felt a blush creep up his face. Embarrassing hardly began to cover how he was going to feel when he had to ask Dean, like some sort of virgin girl, if he was doing it right, what he should do, and how could he do it better. He had a good teacher—hell, a fabulous, amazing, teacher. So he could…probably…do okay without too much guidance.

Dean's grin only made his blush deepen.

"Help me up, Jerk," Sam muttered, but couldn't resist bucking up against his brother as he knocked Dean's fingers away. He was a masochist he decided. A flat out masochist. Why did he keep teasing Dean in ways that only made him…hurt so fucking good.

No. Shower. Food. Sex…no, training. They had to start training him. Then they could eat again and…a small smile slipped onto his lips…he was going to try to fuck his brother's brains out. Yes, that sounded like a really good plan. Assuming he managed to stay awake that long...

Dean grinned at the expression of surprise on Sam’s face at his offer. It was positively adorable. He looked so unsure and that blush…

Dean almost thought to break his promise of not making his brother come again. He imagined working on the younger man to get Sam hard again right now so his brother could bury his cock in his ass. He imagined how big, how much his brother would stretch him when he filled him up. He imagined the look of pleasure on Sam’s face, the breathless moans, the flush staining his cheeks, and love in his eyes as Dean rode him until they were both screaming at the top of their lungs. He felt his cock twitch a little where it rested against the younger man’s, definitely interested…

He had a feeling Sam must have seen something in his eyes because then Sam pushed away his hand and ordered him to help him up.

Later… Dean promised himself, laughing, though he couldn’t stop the small moan that escaped his lips as the younger man bucked underneath him sliding their cocks together. He responded by dragging his own oversensitive cock against his brother’s one last time before he slowly rose to his feet. He looked down at Sam, admiring the view, Sam always looked so beautiful when he was completely fucked out and covered in their mixed come.

Then Dean reached down to grasp his brother’s hand and haul the younger man carefully to his feet, making sure to be ready to help Sam in case his brother had any trouble. Dean knew how difficult it could be to stand and walk after being fucked so thoroughly, even if it wasn’t entirely painful.

“You Ok?”

He deserved that little rub Dean gave him but the small moan slipped out of him anyway. The way Dean's gaze raked over him, admiring him, just worsened his blush. Why did every time Dean looked at him like that make him feel like it was the first time, like Dean was memorizing his body all over again?

He was glad Dean didn't just yank his to his feet. He was quite sure he would just topple over the other way and end up face first, his butt stuck up in the air. And he suspected Dean wouldn't be able to resist and then…he was very glad Dean helped him up slowly.

Sam wobbled a minute, regaining his balance. Satified he wasn't going to fall on his ass, he moved slowly toward their belongings by the wall.

"I'm okay," he assured his brother. "Just don't ask me to move real fast right now. No chasing me around the room or anything," he joked.

He had pulled out some fresh clothes and soap and shampoo…yesterday? He had no idea. He really wished now he had put them in a duffle, ready for use. He began stuffing those things he had set aside into an empty bag. He grinned remembering how they had been too anxious to even wait for the air mattress to reach full pressure. They would have to finish pumping it up when they came back down. He wondered briefly what time it was, but didn't care enough to look around for his watch or a clock. It didn’t really matter.

"Let's not push Bobby's good graces too far and go walking around nude up there," Sam said, pointing at the sheets that were…eww. "Uhm, wanna check to see if there are anymore sheets in one of these duffels? Or maybe some towels?"

Dean nodded, noting how carefully Sam moved but he seemed steady enough on his feet so he didn’t hover. Though he couldn’t help but grin again as Sam ordered him no chasing him around the room. Maybe he’d have to do that later too. Dean always did enjoy a good chase. The “catching” was always the most fun part too.

He nodded again when Sam told him to look for some more sheets and towels and went over to do that. Digging through the bags they’d brought down Dean pulled out mostly clothes, throwing them all into one pile. There were some other things he stacked a little more neatly like tooth brushes, combs, a shaving kit, deodorant, and plenty of socks and underwear. Near the bottom he pulled out a couple of towels. There was not another package of sheets however in either of the bags he went through.

“No sheets.” Dean said as he stood back up, tossing one of the towels to the younger man while he wrapped another around his own waist. Not that he really cared about walking around naked, or cared all that much about what Bobby might think of him walking around naked, he’d abide by Sam’s wishes and cover up when they went upstairs.

Dean stood over by the door of the panic room, watching his brother and waiting for the younger man so they could go upstairs for the shower that Sam mentioned.

Sam saw his brother's grin at his joke and realized he shouldn't give his brother any help in idea department. Thankfully, it didn't look like Dean was going to follow through on the idea of chasing him, at least not right now. He looked over at the piles of items Dean had made. After catching the towel, he walked gingerly over to the items and scooped up the second shaving kit, a comb, and the tooth brushes. Bobby would have already stocked the bathroom with soap, towels, and toothpaste for them.

No more sheets. For they way they were going at it, they were going to need two pairs of clean sheets every day. That thought made him grin. He shoved the bag into his brother's free hand and wrapped the towel around his waist. He headed for the stairs, still walking slowly, his brother keeping an identical pace. He wondered wistfully how long it would take for him not to be sore every time they had sex. He took the stairs one step at a time.

"I feel like a little old man," Sam groused. He was glad when they reached the top of the stairs. Opening the door he peered out into the hallway. It was night time. Figuring it was early morning when they had reached Bobby's, ate breakfast, gone on the tour, and then ended up in the panic room…It was probably the same evening then. A radio blared fairly loudly in the den and he felt a light flush rise in his cheeks. There was no doubt why that radio was on. The basement wasn't soundproof. Maybe if they shut the door to the panic room, too, that might help.

He caught the lingering scent of food. Good, they could attack the leftovers after they showered. He didn't hear or see Bobby which was a good thing. Bobby was most probably in his den, doing research.

He led Dean into the bathroom. Bobby had indeed stocked the bathroom with everything they would need that they had not brought with them. He reached in and turned on the water, letting the water run over his fingers until the right water temperature was achieved.

"I had so many plans for our first shower together and now I think I'm too sexed out for any of them," Sam said with a sigh and tossed his towel aside. "Why don't you help your decrepit brother in the shower?"

Dean followed his brother closely in case the younger man needed any help as Sam made his way slowly up the stairs. A part of him very sympathetic to how carefully Sam was moving, he didn’t enjoy seeing his brother in any kind of discomfort. Though another part of him couldn’t deny the small thrill of knowing why his brother was moving so carefully. Because only he had ever opened Sam up in that way, only he had ever thoroughly fucked the younger man, and it was only him that his brother would feel for days after they made love.

He grinned slightly and patted the younger man’s towel covered ass lightly. Sam might feel like an old man, but he certainly didn’t look like one right now, and Dean couldn’t deny he was enjoying the view. When they finally reached the first floor and Dean heard the loud radio coming from the other room he couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped him. Judging by the volume of the radio, they’d been heard quite clearly by the older hunter, and remembering the look on Bobby’s face earlier when he’d caught them in the car, he couldn’t help be amused.

Sam was definitely a screamer… maybe he’d suggest to Bobby that he buy the younger man a gag when he went out to get supplies. It would be priceless just to see the older man’s reaction and just what shade of red Sam could possibly turn.

As soon as they reached the bathroom Dean stripped off his own towel and then shut and locked the bathroom door. The bathroom was small but not so small that they would constantly be bumping into each other. The shower itself might be a snug fit, but that was fine with Dean too. He watched as the younger man turned on the water in the shower and adjusted the temperature, and smiled when Sam asked for his “help”.

Dean wasted no time taking Sam up on his offer, walking over to the naked young man and wrapping an arm securely around his waist from behind. Supporting Sam so he wouldn’t slip as he got into the tub a little awkwardly and then drew the curtain closed. He turned his brother toward the warm spray of water, letting it cascade down Sam’s shoulders, chest, and abdomen as pressed himself firmly up against his brother’s back.

He stood there for a moment just like that, just holding Sam, enjoying the warmth of the water as Dean fluttered soft kisses up the younger man’s shoulder to his neck. Licking away a few stray droplets of water and sliding his hands up and down Sam’s stomach slowly. Rinsing away some of the mess there with just the water and his hands at first before he reached for the bar of soap.

Dean worked up a good lather in his hands before placing them on his brother’s skin and began soaping Sam, starting on the younger man’s chest and working down.

“Is this what you had in mind?” Dean asked softly, his lips lightly brushing the shell of Sam’s ear.

Sam was beyond grateful for his brother's help into the shower. He wanted a shower so badly at this point and the warm water felt so very good. He leaned back into Dean with a sigh, letting his brother support some of his weight. His aching muscles definitely appreciated the heat as it soaked in. The feel of his brother's hands roving over his chest and stomach, the kisses on his back, that hot tongue licking his skin occasionally all felt so wonderful...

Shutting his eyes, he felt the relaxation begin to ooze through him. The feel of Dean's soapy hands washing over him was just heavenly.

Sam chuckled. "You promised you'd stop at two, Dude," Sam said, lightly elbowing his brother in the ribs.

He turned around in his brother's arms, picking up the bar of soap as he did. He ran the bar slowly over Dean's muscular chest, following after with his other hand and working the soap into a lather. He stepped back slightly so he could admire those muscles and watch the suds slide slowly down Dean's skin. He massaged the soap in, cleaning off their combined come and sweat and grinned, pleased by that thought. Theirs. He lingered over Dean's nipples, rubbing and massaging and giving the occasional twist.

After Dean's chest and stomach were clean, he moved his hands to Dean's sides, soaping up each up in turn, running his fingers down the rib one by one. Stepping aside, he watched as the spray of water rinsed over Dean's, revealing glistening skin beneath. Moving in closer, he brushed his lips across Dean's but instead of enticing him into a kiss, he began kissing a line down to Dean's jaw.

"No, this is more what I had in mind," Sam murmured, kissing further down until he placed his lips on Dean's neck and began to suck.

“You asked for my help.” Dean chuckled warmly in his brother’s ear at the “protest” and the elbow that he didn’t bother trying to dodge. When Sam turned around, he reluctantly loosened his hold around the younger man, and let his hands rest lightly on his brother’s hips. He stood still, his eyes roaming freely down the length of the younger man’s wet body and back up to his brother’s face. Smiling a little as Sam began to soap him up just as carefully as he had done. Small sounds of pleasure escaping his throat when the younger man’s fingers slid over his nipples, his body still sensitive enough from their recent love making that even the light teasing sent ripples of pleasure all the way through him.

When his brother slid closer to him, kissing his way down along his jaw and neck, Dean let his hands slide from the younger man’s hips to his buttocks. His eyes closing with a small groan of pleasure as he tilted his head to the side a little to give Sam better access.

“This is nice…” Dean agreed, squeezing the firm luscious cheeks in his hands lightly before reaching for the soap again. He began washing the younger man again, running the soap lightly over the skin of Sam’s buttocks and letting his other hand lather and caress his brother’s slick flesh. His soapy fingers delving gently between the younger man’s cheeks, cleaning around Sam’s hole tenderly.

Sam grinned at his brother's sounds. Yeah, he was tired, but he felt just a little evil considering the way his brother had teased him and made him beg.

He hissed softly at Dean's gentle fingers around his hole. He was definitely going to be tender for a while. Sucking on the older man's neck, he ran soapy hands over his brother's back. Once it was soaped up, he raked his nails back and forth across the skin, slowly turning them so so Dean's back was facing the spray of water. He bit harder and sucked more firmly, determinedly drawing up the mark he wanted to leave there. Once satisfied with his work, he moved his mouth to Dean's right nipple, sucking and playing with it with his tongue, liking how hardened under his mouth. He soon turned his attention to Dean's other nipple and worked on it while his soapy fingers played with the one his mouth had just abandoned. His free hand slid to Dean's lower back, cleaning and washing there, then dipping lower. His hand working Dean's nipple joined the first one on Dean's buttocks and he, teasingly returned the favor of running a soapy hand between the crease of Dean's ass, pausing and playing with Dean's hole as he himself went down on his knees.

He lathered up his hands and caressed the man's legs, taking a little extra time at his inner thighs, tilting his head up to see his brother's face. He kept his eyes locked with his brother's gaze as he opened his mouth and slowly licked up his brother's flaccid cock.

"You only got to come once," Sam said, mischief in his eyes.