Sunburn

Sam was breathing heavily on the back of Dean’s neck, holding him close to his chest. The smaller man cupped the back of his neck from behind, panting softly. Gosh was this good. The feeling of Dean’s skin had turned out to be more blissful than he had anticipated.

“Stop Sammy.” He panted, putting a hand over his to stop it.

Sam frowned. Had he done something wrong?

“What’s wrong Dean?” he asked softly, muzzling at his neck.

He twisted his head to look at him and shot him one of his I-really-love-you-you-know smiles.

“Nothing, he answered, lowering himself on the bed and rolling on his back, I just thought we might take the next step.”

Sam smiled back and pressed up against his chest.

“You ready for that?”
“I am if you are.” He answered, lips pressed against his into a hungry kiss, his nails digging into his shoulders.

Sam grinned and let his mouth trail down his throat. Oh, he was ready for it. He wanted it so bad.
........................................

“Stop squirming Dean.” He grunted, repeating it to him for the tenth time.
“Easy for you to say.” He answered between clenched teeth.

Dean hadn’t stopped sacrificing himself for Sam at all after their soul to soul talk. On the contrary, he’d started doing it even more. He’d started protecting him with a regained passion. Today, he had managed to cut open the top of his shoulder. Of course, he’d refused to go to the hospital, saying that he’d be fine. Lucky for him that Sam wasn’t so bad at mending open wounds or afraid of blood, because this particular cut was deep enough to need some sowing.

“Ouch! Sammy, be careful will you!” he grunted, twitching.
“I’m doing what I can Dean. It would help if you’d stop squirming.” He answered, shooting him a don’t-you-even-think-of-replying-something-to-this look.

All he got as a reply was a grunt, but he could see his brother was trying to keep still. His teeth were clenched and his brow knotted. Sam finished sowing him up as quick as he could, trying not to hurt him more than he was already.

“There.” He whispered, putting the needle down and bowing to kiss the hollow of his neck.

Dean leaned into the kiss and closed his eyes.

“Thanks.” He whispered back.

Sam smiled. He knew he hadn’t meant to be rude with him. He was hurt. Being on edge was understandable.

“My pleasure. It’s the least I can do.” He replied, kissing his neck one last time before breaking away and picking what he had used to sterilise and sow the wound up.
Dean shuddered and lied down on the bed, resting on his side not to put pressure on his wound. He didn’t even bother with undressing. Sam smiled when he came back from the bathroom and found him, sprawled on the bed, already falling asleep.

“Not waiting for me?” he asked softly, pressing up against him.

Dean smiled at him and shook his head. Sam kissed him and pulled him closer so they could spoon. They’d stopped asking for tow bedded bedrooms. They had stopped sleeping separately, by far preferring to be pressed against one another as they rested.

“You tired?” he asked, inspecting him for other wounds he’d “forgotten” to mention.

Dean struggled with him a little, a stop-trying-to-act-like-a-mom smile on his lips. Sam finally snuggled back against him, once he was satisfied with the inspection. He repeated his question, muzzling at his neck.
Dean grunted and shook his head.

“The night is still young.” He whispered, making him wrap his long arms around his ribs tightly.

Sam purred, mouthing his earlobe. They’d been sleeping like this for a few days now. Neither of them had tried doing anything more than cuddling. It wasn’t because they didn’t want to. They just didn’t know how to cross the next boundary.

Sam hesitated for a little while before rubbing himself slowly against his lower back, once. He’d been meaning to try it out and see Dean’s reaction, but had been too scared of it. He didn’t know if this was what his brother wanted. They’d emptied their hearts to each other and felt at ease around one another like they hadn’t had in ages, but this was so awkward it scared them both.
Dean stopped breathing and Sam felt panic creep its way into his stomach. What if Dean pushed him away? What if he asked him what the hell was wrong with him? But he did no such thing. The sound of his breathing restarted coming to the bigger man’s ears. Dean seemed to hesitate, but finally pushed back against his hips, making one of his huge paws caress his stomach slowly.

“You want this Dean?” he muttered in his ear before letting his tongue slide in it while he rolled his hips once more.

He heard him chuckle before he twisted his head to look at him.

“What do you think Sherlock?” he asked as an answer, making him cup his crotch.

Sam saw what he meant. He could feel his brother’s already awakened member under his palm. It felt nice. He wanted to hold it in his hand, but decided to go one step at a time. Dean pulled him into a kiss, urging him to rub his crotch slowly through his pants. He complied, pleased by Dean’s initiative.
Sam rubbed himself slowly against his lower back, pulling him closer to his chest. This was blissful, even though the feeling of skin on skin would be nicer. He would have removed both of their pants and boxers, but this would have been too much of a step. He didn’t want to scare Dean away. He couldn’t live through it if he slipped away from him.

“Hmm, Sam.” He purred, rolling his hips too to meet his pumps.
“Good.” He answered, rubbing him a little faster.

This was turning out to be absolutely delicious. Sam didn’t know a thing as simple as this could feel so good. He put this intense pleasure on the name of it being Dean.
Fuck, he heard him mutter as he sucked at his jugular, rolling his hips faster.
Sam nibbled at it gently, breathing hard on his skin. He wouldn’t last long, not with Dean shuddering between his arms like this.

“Kiss me.” The smaller man whispered, cupping the back of Sam’s neck.

He complied, feeling his stomach knot. He moaned into his mouth and shuddered hard, giving his crotch a gentle squeeze. Dean pushed back against him and grunted softly, his body tensing against his. Wow, was all he could think of as he rolled his hips very slowly, letting the last waves of pleasure wash over his body. The smaller man let his head fall back on his pillow, panting softly.

“Dean.” He whispered in his ear, caressing his hair slowly.

He looked over at him, his cheeks flushed lightly. Sam smiled sweetly and kissed one.

“What?” he asked, pushing him on the sheets and climbing on him.
“Just wanted to ask you if you wanted me to take your jeans off before we sleep.”

He grinned at him and untied Sam’s pants and pulled them down, leaving his boxers on. He locked his gaze to his for a few moments. Something seemed to be puzzling him. Sam pulled him into a kiss. He kissed back and lied back down next to him, seeming to make up his mind. He watched Dean untie his jeans and pull them and his boxers down very slowly, his back turned to him.

A small smile formed on his lips. He watched him uncover all of his skin and kick his clothes away. He reached out with shy fingers and caressed the newly revealed skin (not that he had never seen him naked; but this was different). He smiled at seeing the muscles twitch under his fingers. Dean shivered and leaned into the touch. Sam wanted to kiss him all over. He wanted to touch him; to own him. He pulled his own boxers down and threw them away too. They were beginning to feel crusty; taking them off was a relief.
Dean purred and sank his head in his pillow to leave him more room to muzzle at his neck; which he did.

“This is nice.” He muttered, finally getting to know the feeling of all of their skin touching.

They hadn’t slept completely naked together before; another big step for today. He could feel Dean was tired. Losing blood could do that to you.

“I’m sorry for this.” He muttered, giving his wound a gentle kiss.

Dean tangled his fingers with his on his stomach, shivering slightly from the kiss.

“Not your fault. You didn’t see him coming.” He answered, looking at him and smiling lovingly.

Sam kissed him and used his second hand to caress his hair.

“It’s gonna leave a scar.” He said, kissing it again.

Dean laughed a bit.

“One more, one less... Besides, I prefer getting a scar than you getting you skull shattered by a shovel.”

Sam chuckled and pulled him into a kiss. The smaller man purred and turned around between his arms, ending up pressed against his chest.

“Mhmmm, rest Dean.” He whispered as he sank his head in the crook of his neck and sighed in delight.

He nodded slightly, already beginning to fall asleep. Sam smiled sweetly. He had taken a chance tonight; so had Dean. They were now even more to each other. He kissed the top of his head and wrapped strong arms around him, deeply pleased with how the evening had turned out.
......................................

From then on, they’d started experimenting. After the rubbing with clothes on had come the shy touching without clothes. Handjobs had followed, then blowjobs. Finally, they had come back to the rubbing, skin against skin this time.

Dean didn’t seem uncomfortable with Sam rubbing himself between his butt cheeks. He trusted him enough to let him touch him as he wanted, knowing he wouldn’t do anything to rush him. Sam felt he trusted him and it only made him love Dean more than he already did. He had let him pace the evolution of their physical relationship. He didn’t want to force him into anything. Besides, even though he wouldn’t admit it, he was scared shitless. This, all of this, was overwhelming. Dean had even promised himself to him; not in words, but by his actions.
He had noticed he wasn’t so enthusiastic towards going to bars as he used to be. He wasn’t trying to pick up every girl he saw. Sure, he still did the charm number to get what he wanted, but he could see he didn’t put all of his heart into it. Sam had asked him about his picking up of girl, or rather lack of since their heart to heart talk and Dean had given him one of his and-you’re-supposed-to-be-the-smart-one smiles.

“I picked girls up because I needed to have sex with someone. I wasn’t getting sex from you, saying this he had
let his fingers trail down his breast plate slowly, so I had to get it somewhere else.”
“So, no more girls?” he had asked, not believing Dean could give up picking pretty faces up like that.

He had just smiled and climbed on him, ravaging his mouth with his own.

“I’m already getting all the sex I can handle baby.”

Since then, they had only grown even closer one to another. Dean was in the best mood Sam had ever witnessed. He was twice as efficient on hunts, managing to prevent the both of them from getting hurt, or almost. He’d said almost, because one night, he had ended up mending him up again. This time, Dean had gotten a few nasty cuts from a window he had been thrown right through.

He ended up having to drive because Dean didn’t want to smear blood all over the upholstery. Even if he had taken the pretty faces out of his life, the Impala was still big competition for Sam. He drove them both back to the room in a hurry, not wanting him to bleed to death. It turned out the cuts seemed worst than they actually were. They didn’t even need stitches. Some bandaging tape did the job in keeping them closed. Sam was getting used to being the nurse of service. His brother could be so stupid when it came to protecting his ass. Tonight, he had scared him so bad. Seeing him go through that window had been enough to make his heart skip a beat. Rage had taken over him and he had gotten rid of the spirit in a blink of an eye before attending to his brother, tears of panic rolling down his cheeks.

Dean had made fun of him for crying, calling him a chick and telling him just how much he reminded him of one. He had helped him up, not able to even bring himself to be mad at him for the name calling, and half carried him to the car.

Once at the motel, he got down to examine the extent of his wounds. He let him do this without complaining. He wasn’t uncomfortable with Sam touching him and his brother could see this. It made it easier for him to take care of his injuries. Dean had been lucky this time. His mid-section had been spared, the cuts principally being concentrated on his arms and legs.

“Boy am I glad these aren’t as bad as they seemed to be.” He whispered, putting the first aid kit away.

Yeah was pretty much all he got as an answer. He smirked and gazed at Dean’s naked body. He couldn’t get tired of looking at him. He couldn’t get tired of touching him either.

“Dude, stop staring.” Dean grunted, pursing his lips.

Sam could see a mild flush had spread on his cheeks. He was adorable when he blushed. He reminded Sam of when he was a kid.

“Stop staring I tell you.” He said, smirking and pushing his face away.

Sam chuckled and climbed on him, pinning him on the bed sheets. He knew why Dean was embarrassed. He didn’t like being the only one naked. He could understand him; he didn’t like it either, so he started undressing slowly.
Dean looked at him, nibbling his own bottom lip. Sam liked seeing him this way. Not that he seemed uncomfortable. He just seemed shy; which was quite unusual for Dean.

“You’re adorable.” He whispered, letting his shirt fall to the floor.

He grinned as his brother glared at him and leaned closer. He wanted him to touch him, to kiss him. Dean read his mind and rolled on top, leaning in for a kiss. The smaller man always knew just where to touch him.

“Mhmm, Dean.” He purred as he let his mouth linger on one of his nipples, teasing it gently with his tongue.

He really knew how to use his pretty mouth of his. His lips trailed further down his chest, making his skin rise. Dean always made him feel like he was the most precious thing on earth when he touched him, when he kissed him. It was probably one of the only times he didn’t feel threatened by the Impala, he had told Dean. His brother had laughed and called him dumb for feeling the least bit threatened by the car. He loved it, but it wasn’t the least bit as pretty as him, he had kidded. The conversation had ended with Sam tackling him against the floor and playing with him until he was raw.

Dean looked up at him, grinning as he kissed his lower stomach very slowly. He liked teasing him in this manner. Sam ran his fingers through his short hair before moving on to play with his brother’s necklace. He’d always found it sweet that he never, ever took it off. Dean kissed his knuckles before moving back to his mouth. Moments later, Sam’s pants and boxers were pulled halfway down his thighs and Dean was pawing at his aroused manhood. He gasped and bucked into his hand, all rational thought exiting his mind. This was always what happened when Dean touched him in this manner.

“Good.” He purred, between two kisses.

The comment earned him a sweet smile from the other man and a caress of his hair. Sam smiled back, licking Dean’s taste off his lips. He wanted to pin him to the bed and have his way with him, and he did. The smaller man chuckled and struggled a little, for the form of it. Sam pressed up against his back, kissing and nipping at his shoulder blades. He loved the way in which his body responded to his. The way he shuddered and pushed back against him was just perfect.

He slid his member between his butt cheeks while sucking at the nape of his neck. Dean purred and rocked his hips slowly. They had been doing this for a few days, both of them very contempt with the whole thing. Sam rolled his hips too, the smaller man’s member almost disappearing in his huge paw as he stroked it slowly.
This went on for a little while, the bed creaking softly in rhythm with Sam’s pumps. Dean’s soft pants made him go mad with desire.

“Stop Sammy.” He panted, putting a hand over his to stop it.

Sam frowned. Had he done something wrong?

“What’s wrong Dean?” he asked softly, muzzling at his neck.

He twisted his head to look at him and shot him one of his I-really-love-you-you-know smiles.

“Nothing, he answered, lowering himself on the bed and rolling on his back, his brother’s arms still wrapped around him, I just thought we might take the next step.”

Sam smiled back and pressed up against his chest.

“You ready for that?”
“I am if you are.” He answered, lips pressed against his into a hungry kiss, his nails digging into his shoulders.

Sam grinned and ravaged his mouth with his own.

“Come on Sam, he purred, wrapping his legs around him, Fuck my brains out.”

Sam chuckled. He like how Dean could be so blunt and so cute at the same time.

“Don’t worry Dean. I will.”

The smaller man pouted his lips, raising his eyebrows in a provoking manner. Sam licked his chin and mouth as he let his hands trail down his chest.

“How do you want to do this?”

Dean smirked and licked him back before climbing half off the bed and rummaging through his bag.

“I thought we might come to this so...” he said, trailing off as he slid back under him, waving a bottle of lube under the other man’s nose.

Sam took it from him and looked at it, a cute smile spreading in his lips.

“Bubble gum?” he teased, crooking an eyebrow.
“Shut up bitch.” He responded, pulling him into a kiss.

Sam grunted and kissed back.

“Jerk.” He muttered, popping the bottle open.

He hated the odour of bubble gum, but it somehow wasn’t as bad when it mixed with the smell of Dean’s skin. In
fact, it wasn’t bad at all.

“Why bubble gum?” he kidded, spreading some on his fingers and warming it up.

Dean grunted as he teased his entrance and tilted his head back. Sam smirked and sucked at his throat, pushing his fingers in. He repeated his question, grunting softly as the smaller man clawed at his thighs.

“They were out of strawberry flavoured lube.” He finally answered, seeing Sam wouldn’t stop asking.

Sam chuckled and kissed him. He liked it when he got impatient. It was funny seeing him this aroused. He kept pumping the fingers slowly, purring as Dean pulled him into a rough kiss.

“Stop teasing already.” He grunted, squeezing his hips hard between his knees.

Sam pulled his fingers out and slicked his already aching member. He looked at the smaller man and smiled sweetly. He looked so incredibly good like this, eyes half closed in bliss, sweat beginning to pearl on his skin, almost begging for him to get on with it. Sam leaned in for a kiss, holding on to his hips as he pushed his way in slowly.

Dean gasped softly and arched under him, just giving in to him. His brows were knotted and his breath was ragged.

“Sam...” he purred, licking his own lips.

The taller man shuddered at hearing his name said in this fashion and caressed his hair slowly. Dean leaned into the touch, rolling his hips slowly. His body had relaxed under his so Sam started pumping slowly. Gosh, this was by far even better than he had anticipated. There were no words strong enough to describe how this felt.

“Harder.” He whispered, wrapping his arms tightly around his neck.

Sam complied, the bed restarting to creak with each one of his pumps. He’d never pictured Dean as a moaner, but he was. Not that he was loud or anything, far from it. He just knew exactly when to moan and drive Sam mad.

“Mhmmm, Dean.” He purred into his ear, mouthing his earlobe.

He was panting hard on his neck at this point. Dean’s neglected member was brushing against his stomach at each pump, only begging for attention. He finally took it back in his hand and stroked him in synch with his movement, feeling by the rhythm of his breathing that he was growing close too. Dean gasped and arched under him as he finally found his sweet spot before rewarding him with one of his delightful moans.

“Sammy...” he moaned softly, making him caress his manhood faster.

He grunted and bit at his neck, leaving marks on his skin and pumped faster, almost cuming at hearing him say his name in this fashion. Dean grunted and arched his back, repeating it once again. Sam grunted loudly and gave a few hard shoves, hitting the smaller man’s prostate over and over, bringing him over the edge too. He moaned his name just like Sam liked and drew out his orgasm by that.

“Dean.” He purred, falling numb on top of him.

He couldn’t have anything close to a logical reflection at this point. He rather concentrated on trying to bring his breathing back to a normal rhythm. He shuddered as Dean pulled hair away from his damp forehead, another one of his I-really-love-you-you-know smiles on his full lips. Sam smiled back, the same message being carried in it and pressed a cheek against his chest. The sunburn had almost receded, the skin having turned in a golden brown, but the trace his hand had left was still very visible. Dean took his hand in his and placed it on his chest, right above the mark. This made his brother smile and move up to rest his head in the crook of his neck.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” Dean asked, caressing his back slowly.

Sam laughed softly.

“Why are you asking?”
“Well, I figured that since you’re so much of a chick you’d probably want to talk afterwards.” He teased, pulling at his hair and lifting his head to make eye contact.

Sam chuckled and hit him in the chest before kissing him.

“Jerk.”
“Bitch.” He answered, a smirk on his pretty lips.

Sam felt the urge to kiss him again, so he did, his tongue fighting with his at length. Dean let him control the kiss, moaning softly in his mouth. Sam grunted and pulled him into another kiss as he rolled on top roughly.

“How about a second serving?” Dean whispered in his ear before mouthing his earlobe.

Sam grinned and grabbed his butt cheeks.

“Second serving?” he teased, pulling him close to his chest.
“Dude, I’m in my sexual prime! Two, three times, bring it on!” he answered, grinning.

Sam grabbed his chin and pulled him into a kiss after staring in his eyes for a few moments. He was telling the truth. He really wanted to have him again. He wasn’t just saying so to please him.

“So, what is it going to be?” he muttered, kissing his jaw between each word.
“What do you think?” Sam answered, rubbing his already awakened member between his butt cheeks.

Dean shuddered in a delightful manner and took him back in slowly. Just like that, they were up for round two, Dean riding him slowly and moaning softly in his ear each time he brushed against his sweet spot.

“You really are the best nurse, you know.” He whispered, just before Sam pinned him roughly on the bed.
“The best nurse?” he questioned, a smirk on his lips as he pressed them against Dean’s.
“And a sexy one at that.”
....................................