mind games

Dean came down from his orgasm slowly. the sun beating down on his relaxed body as he leaned back on the hood, lazily basking in what had definitely been the most intense blowjob he had ever had. Sam's enthusiasm had certainly made up for the intial uncertainty. He guessed if you had the equipment you knew how to use it.

sam was leaning next to dean, jolts of excitement running through him at what had just happened between them. He had thought about it occasionally when he allowed himself to without feeling guilty, but now he knew that dean wanted this too, it took the uneasy feeling away.

"we should get moving " sam said as he ran a large hand over his brother's hair. He leaned down and kissed him gently and slowly, letting dean taste himself and making him groan. sam withdrew and swung open the creaky passenger door to get in, dean staring at him in awe.

they drove for a while in comfortable silence. Dean noticed sam readjusting himself and the thought occurred to him that he had left his brother high and dry....shit. He didn't know what usually happened with guys. Girls he got. Get them worked up, fuck, be gone when they woke up...at least that was his way. But guys, not to mention his brother, obviously there were differences. For one he couldn't exactly sneak off and leave him when he fell asleep. He had never done a relationship before, didn't quite know how they worked. At least he didn't have to worry about sam finding out what he did for a living!

"so..." dean said clearing his throat "i've got to admit this is something you've got one up on me in sam..."

"what exactly?" sam looked a little confused

"this whole relationship thing...I've really never had one. How do they work? do we have to set up guidelines and stuff?"

sam smiled and looked at his brother, who was trying desperately to look straight ahead at the road.

"are we in a relationship dean?" sam said softly also trying not to laugh...and oh my god was dean blushing!?!

" i dunno..just thought you'd want to be all girly and share your feelings like usual..." dean visibly tensed and put on his defensive face.

sam was in shock. His brother had those thoughts about him which he had also, that he could deal with. But dean wanted a relationship with him. Wow..put that on the list of things he thought he'd never hear. Hell, he never thought dean was capable of a relationship with anyone...well maybe the impala.

" well, i guess i won't need to be buying you flowers and taking you fancy dinners to get you to put out, since you're pretty much a slut..." sam said with a slow smile

"bitch." dean replied with a laugh, lightening the mood.

They arrived at a sleepy little town, full of antique stores and bed and breakfast inns. They stopped at an old fashioned soda shoppe and sussed out the town over shakes, and the best damn pie dean had ever tasted. It appeared there was a local haunted house that had the locals spooked. A child and her daughter had been murdered there many years ago. Tenants of the house all moved on quickly. The little old lady at the counter was happy to have someone and sammy's dimple was working overtime with saccerine smiles. Suddenly sam grabbed the counter as his head was filled with a picture of his brother running his tongue along said dimple, and clutching his hair in his hair drawing him into a deep kiss.

"um...dean" sam said with a small sigh

"yeah?" said dean blissfully unaware around a mouthful of pie.

"maybe we should find somewhere to stay...I'm getting one of those headaches of mine again." he glanced up at the lady "any suggestions of a nice place around here?"

"oh...yeah headache....sorry" dean said sheepishly, realizing what he had accidently done.

"well my niece runs a lovely little place down on maple, I'll ring ahead and she'll be expecting you...I'll make sure she takes care of you lovely young gentlemen"

"thank you maam" said sam flashing that smile again and they headed out to the car, sam slapping dean across the back of the head.

"sorry...didn't mean to" dean said sulking

They pulled up to a quaint cottage bed and breakfast. A blonde lady hurried out to greet them cheerfully

"you must be the men my aunt ruth told me about, surprised she didn't talk your ears off! I'm Annie"

Dean hauled their bags into the foyer.

"so you here to go antiquing?" she smiled warmly. Dean rolled his eyes and sighed softly.

"sure" said sam just as warmly. "you have a lovely town here, so friendly"

"ok, one king room, first door at the top of the stairs, breakfast is at 8.30am" Sam went to protest the king room but something, namely the images playing in his head courtesy of dean, was stopped him.

They were inside their room when sam began teasing dean mercilessly

"really dean, i thought you hadn't been with men before....god you have a great imagination...been surfing for gay porn on the laptop?"

Dean groaned. He kept forgetting what he was doing. God he had to learn to control this, he thought about sex way too often and some of the thoughts he had he would really rather keep to himself.

Sam stepped into the shower, the water was hot and forceful, almost stinging his skin as it pelted down on him. Then his mind was straying again. Firm large hands sliding over his ripped muscles. Soap gliding down over his back. Nails scratching lightly at the flesh and onto his ass slipping into the crack and pressing against his virgin asshole. He groaned loudly as he became hard almost instantly. He grabbed a towel slinging it low around his hips. Leaving the shower running he entered the bedroom to find dean stroking himself eyes closed. He cleared his throat loudly.

"you know, if you're going to throw these images at me you better get your ass in here and follow through, you cocktease!"

Dean's eyes flew open and he took in the view before him. Sam stood tall, water trickling down his neck, rivulets catching his muscles as they raced to the dip of his belly button. He turned and went back into shower, his brother following closely behind.

Dean stripped his clothes off quickly. He stepped into the powerful spray and ran his hands tentatively down sam's back, then began massaging the tense muscles there. sam leaned into his touch and pulled him closer so dean was flush with his back. He could feel him hard against his thigh and his breathing hitched. Then he found himself roughly turned around and a calloused hand jacking him slowly. He clenched his teeth and hissed through them, the feeling rough and new against the sensitive skin. Then he felt the heat of Dean's mouth slide over his velvety hard cock, and he found it hard to breathe. It had been so long since he had been touched so intimately, and the fact that this happening with dean...woah. Sam felt dean slide his hands down the crease of his ass and he bucked a little harder into his mouth.

Dean stood up suddenly and suggested they move this to the bedroom, shutting the shower off, lips never leaving sam, he manuevered them onto the bed. he resumed his ministrations with his tongue and lips, lubing a finger from his tube on the bedside table. He increased the pressure sucking sam's length slicking it with saliva and precum,licking his balls alternatively, then gently pressed his lubed finger into his brother's entrance. He felt resistance at first, but the muscles relaxed as sam gave into the sensations dean's of mouth on his cock. Dean pushed another finger into sam as he felt his brother's balls tighten in preparation to cum. he swirled his fingers experimentally and then sam exploded cursing and jerking into dean's mouth uncontrollably.

"wow, dean...how'd you know how to find that" he said a minute or two later still panting slightly.

"there was this kinky girl in New york once..." and Sam's head filled with the image. A punk college girl hair pink and black, sucking his brother off whilst he was cuffed to an old wrought iron bed.

"dude!!!"

"oh...sorry.you probably don't want to see that eh?" he kissed sam affectionately. His hands still running down the length of his brothers back and ass lazily. Sam reached down and stroked his brother, still hard without release.

"we should try" he said quietly

"you sure?" dean said looking a little surprised and more than a little turned on

"yeah" Sam rolled onto his stomach and dean moaned. He grabbed the lube and slid his two fingers back into his brother's tight heat. He thrust the fingers gently in and out, sam pushing back onto them. Finally he stroked his cock with the lube and lined himself up at his brothers virgin hole. He took a deep breath and pushed gently trying to breach the ring of muscles. Sam breathed deeply getting used to the invasion. Dean stilled when he felt sam tense then pushd in a little further, continuing this way until he was fully seated in sam's ass.

"fuck...god sam you're so fucking tight...it's amazing" he began to fuck his brother gently, sam pushing back into him when he began hitting his prostate on each stroke. He pulled him back roughly by his long hair and tried not to explode as sam tightened around him. Suddenly sam's mind was filled of the sight of them both, writhing, gasping, fucking and he came violently again, shuddering around dean's cock and milking his orgasm from him. They collasped back onto the soft bed. Both unable to speak. They fell asleep in each others arms.