The Mouse Calls...

Dean fell asleep while the girls were still there and Sam talked to them about some of their adventures, making sure the true seriousness was lost on them. As much as he disliked that Ghost Hunters show, it helped to let people have a false sense of what he and Dean really did.

An hour into the shared stories, Dean began to moan. Renee was turned on for a moment until they turned and saw his face.

Sam jumped up, torn between kicking the girls out or just taking his time to usher them out politely.

Newmie wasn’t an idiot and stood as well. “We’ll get out of here.”

Sam smiled. “Thanks.”

Renee frowned and hugged Sam. “Call if you need anything, okay?”

The girls weren’t out the door before the screams started and Renee stumbled with the horror of what she was hearing.

“Please don’t! I can’t! Oh God…”

Newmie was shaking as she closed the door and took Renee back to their room. They were both sobbing by the time they got there.

Sam, meanwhile, was deciding the best way to wake him and finally grabbed Dean’s foot. “Dean!”

The older Winchester jerked upright and looked around as if terrified before letting out a deep sigh. “Nightmare?”

“Yeah…pretty rough one, too.”

“I figured.”

Dean blinked and looked around. “The girls didn’t see it at least.”

Sam shook his head. “No, they had just left.” He lied easily, not wanting to humiliate his older brother.

Dean just nodded and stood up and headed for the bathroom.

Sam debated what to do. He wanted to hold Dean and tell him it would be okay, but he didn’t know that it would. They had a lot to work on and he was trying to find ways to broach the subject when Dean came back after a long hot shower and after changing into a tee shirt and sweats.

“You’d think I’d be getting better, wouldn’t you?”

“Not true. I think you’d need to work through things in your own time. It’s a lot to digest.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Dean shoved Sam off the side of the bed, not even flinching when Sam hit the floor with his ass.

“What the hell?!?”

Dean just cleaned off the bed and put the bed up. “I was cleaning up.”

“It’s nearly midnight, jackass! I need the bed.”

Dean took a deep breath and shook his head. “No. You don’t.”

He pinned Sam to the floor with a look and then turned and walked back to the bedroom.

Sam tried not to get overly excited. He knew he had to relax and not scare Dean away. He needed to make sure Dean wasn’t just trying to avoid talking.

He walked into the bedroom and saw Dean pulling off his shirt. “Stop, Dean.”

Dean let go of the hem of his shirt and let it drop back into place. “What is it?”

Sam decided he needed to know what was going to happen that night and he also needed to tell Dean what he wouldn’t let happen.

“Are you trying to tell me you want me to have sex with you?”

Dean’s breath quickened as anxiety shot through him. “Well…that was the idea.”

Sam didn’t miss the nervousness. “I’d love to, but I would rather just cuddle up and maybe…just maybe have a bit of naughty fun without the sex.”

“You don’t want me, do you?”

“Dean, I want you so much I’m trying not to ruin my pants at the moment. Just being near you is enough…” He blushed and smiled at Dean. “But I keep thinking about what they did to you. I’m sure this isn’t the right thing to say, but I’m not an expert so I can only tell you what I feel, okay?”

Dean nodded, knowing Sam was only giving him what he needed even though he might not realize it at the time. “Okay.”

“I can’t make love to you without wondering if I’m doing something they did to you. I don’t know if I’m making you think of things and I don’t want you to feel that you have to hide the bad stuff from me just so I don’t get out of the mood. I don’t think either of us are ready. I’m sorry.”

Dean took a deep breath and tried to form a response. He finally shook his head and sat on the bed. “By not telling you the truth…I let them in this bedroom with us, didn’t I?”

“No…No, Dean.” Sam walked over to where Dean was sitting and knelt on the floor beside him, grasping his hand. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Those people took something away from you and away from me. Now we just have to fight them and try to get to a place where making love is just about you and me and showing each other how we feel. Even being together as a way to forget them or to vanquish them…it’s too much of them in…this. This is ours, Dean. Our love is too perfect to be fucked over by those pieces of shit and I won’t have it…I won’t.”

Without thinking, he leaned up quickly and captured Dean’s mouth in a kiss just as the first tear fell.

Dean pulled Sam up further until they were both sitting on the bed.

Sam’s hand snaked up under Dean’s shirt and he started to caress a nipple causing Dean to moan into his mouth and thrust upward. Sam leaned Dean back until he had a good position to lean and still maintain control of his free hand.

The hand moved downward to the waistband of Dean’s sweats. He knew he hadn’t really done anything to Dean to show him he loved him lately. The last time he did anything for him it had been a nervous half assed blow job.

He shoved his hand into Dean’s sweats and boxer briefs to stroke Dean’s hard flesh, causing another upward thrust and a whimper.

Sam sat back to see Dean had stopped crying and instead looked flush with desire. His lips were full and swollen and his eyes were glassy with lust.

Sam had no intention of doing too much that night, but he couldn’t let the opportunity pass to love his brother as fully as possible.

He began to kiss Dean again, this time moving him again so he was lying on the bed and Sam was still kneeling next to him.

Only connected at their mouths, Sam started pulling Dean’s clothes off until he had to break free.

He stood next to the bed then and looked down at Dean, trying to catch a breath.

Dean looked up at Sam and knew he loved this man with all his heart. The demons from his past were there, but wonderfully ignored. It seemed the talk about how they were always there was enough to banish them out of the bedroom after all.

He wasn’t sure if Sam felt the same so there was always a chance the night wouldn’t go as far as he wanted it to, but he could hope.

Dean reached out and gripped Sam’s thigh. “Sammy…God, Sammy…I need you so much.”

Sam threw his head back and tensed his muscles briefly and then allowed himself to relax. He looked back to Dean and saw the look of desire in his eyes deepen. He pulled off his shirt and then kicked off his jeans.

Dean couldn’t help it. When Sam and flexed like that and thrown his head back, it made him feel as if he was about to be conquered like some sort of spoils of war. The thought of being taken and claimed by Sam was something so hot to his mind that he nearly climaxed right there and then.

He ran his hands down his body and started stroking himself, unable to control his body any longer.

Sam took the hint and helped Dean take off his own shirt. He moved Dean’s hand away so he wouldn’t come too soon and then started kissing his way down Dean’s neck. He took time to swirl his tongue lovingly around each nipple and continued to move down as he pulled Dean’s clothes off completely.

With both of them naked on the bed there was a sensuality that hadn’t been present for a very long time. Sam knew it had been nearly a month since he’d buried himself deep within Dean, but he also knew he was going to do it tonight. Touching wasn’t enough. He wanted to possess Dean in every un-supernatural sense of the word.

The groan that started low in Dean’s throat bubbled to the surface as he felt the slick drop of pre cum against his leg when Sam rubbed carelessly against him.

Sam wanted to orgasm. He needed to. He couldn’t imagine surviving anything better than the feelings shooting through him at that moment. He held off and bent to suck Dean’s cock deep into his throat.

The movement was quick and a strangled cry was ripped from Dean as he nearly came undone.

Dean tried to remember why they weren’t supposed to be having sex, but the memory flitted away, chased back to the darkness by the havoc Sam’s tongue and the suction of his mouth was inflicting on him.

“Sammy…I can’t wait…Please….”

Sam looked up, wanting Dean to come in his mouth, but feeling there was something else Dean wanted at that point. He released Dean and panted out his command. “Say it. Say what you want.”

“I want….I want you inside me when I cum.”

Sam closed his eyes tightly and moaned. Hearing the sincere words when it had been so long was like an electric jolt right through his body and he reached down to grip himself tightly, not letting himself end this too soon.

Sam came up over Dean and reached to get the lube he’d had delivered at the beginning of the trip. “Okay…But I want to see you…and…I want to prepare you.”

Dean just nodded, too lost in lust to care what Sam was doing at the moment. He felt Sam’s hand at his bare hip, pushing him and turning him so he was on his hands and knees and so that his ass was in the air at the edge of the bed. He couldn’t mistake the noise of Sam squeezing the oil out and rubbing it on his cock, but before he could tense up about what was about to happen, he yelped in surprise.

Sam tried to stop himself. He was going to stretch Dean and just work slowly and carefully, but he looked far too delicious and with his magnificent backside right in front of him, he did what only a sane man would do.

He nuzzled Dean with his cheek before turning enough to lavish attention on Dean’s precious opening with his tongue.

Sam continued his ministrations until Dean couldn’t hold himself up anymore.

Sam helped Dean get onto the bed on his back again and leaned forward to suck Dean’s cock down to its base again. He pushed one finger inside of him and moved it back and forth, gradually increasing pressure and speed until he was pumping three fingers in and out of the beautiful man splayed in front of him.

He’d stopped using his mouth awhile ago because Dean had begged him not to make him climax yet.

When he was certain Dean was as ready as he could be, Sam lowered himself down and laid a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Dean…look at me. I want to see your face while I make you mine.”

Dean choked back a sob as his desire overwhelmed him. He opened his eyes and looked at Sam. “Please, Sammy…”

Sam was shocked at how vivid Dean’s eyes had become. The green was so bright and so piercing it was hypnotic. He had a brief thought of something that should prevent this coupling, but he couldn’t be bothered with it while his love for Dean was foremost in his mind.

He pushed slowly into Dean and watched for any discomfort, but he didn’t see any that would stop him. The pressure and slight pain seemed to be turning Dean on more. Maybe it was because it was tangible proof that this was happening and they were together again.

When Sam was buried inside of Dean he began to massage his hands up and down Dean’s sides. “You’re so beautiful, Dean. I love you so damn much.”

Dean arched a bit and moaned. “Sammy….my Sammy…”

Sam didn’t need to hear more to begin moving. His fingers bit into the soft flesh at Dean’s hips as he moved in and out, hearing Dean’s pants become moans and then screams of pleasure as Sam encouraged him to stroke himself to completion.

“Sammy! I love you…oh God please….Make me cum. Don’t stop….Don’t stop…Oh God I’m gonna….I’m gonna….”

Dean stopped talking and his breath stopped and his eyes shut so tightly that tears spilled from his eyes. One full body shudder and he shot the hot liquid over his hand and stomach. He tensed up so much that Sam could barely move, but the contractions of the muscles pulled a mind-blowing orgasm from Sam who had to fight to stay conscious as he dropped on top of Dean heavily.

The sudden weight caused Dean to gasp in a breath of air, not realizing he still hadn’t taken a breath. He wrapped his arms around Sam and rolled, allowing him to be to the side, but a bit on top.

Sam’s breathing was deep and even, but he knew he wasn’t asleep, just in shock.

Dean closed his eyes and grinned when Sam slowly softened and slipped out of him. Not caring about the mess between them or dripping from his well loved hole, he let himself drift to sleep, still not remembering why they had held off on loving each other the way they needed to for so long.

When ragged breathing relaxed, Sam lifted his head up. “Dean?”

“Mmmm….”

“You okay, babe?”

Dean grumbled. “Babe?...”

“Shutup.”

“Why do I have to be the bitch?”

“You’ve always been the bitch.”

Dean smiled. “That was…”

“Magic.”

“I hope Tinkerbell got her money’s worth. She must have gone psycho with the pixie dust because I’m seriously floating, dude.”

“It was good….wasn’t it?”

Dean suddenly remembered what their fears had been and he leaned up on an elbow and smiled. “Yeah. It really was. It was just us. I didn’t even think about…you know.”

“Yeah, I didn’t either. In fact, even now I’m not really thinking about it. Just acknowledging it.”

“I suppose you want a shower?”

Sam shook his head. “Why? We’re just going to get dirty again.”

He sat up and started kissing Dean.

And Dean could only smile.

TBC…