Wish A Little Wish

Okay, so maybe the Cabana Club pool wasn't the happiest place on earth. Crap! The look on Sam's face as he apologized for that perfect kiss and as he backed away from Dean, almost broke Dean's heart.

Was it disgust? Was he scared? Had Sam done that because he felt sorry for him? Even with all of the drinks and fun in the pool and the body language that said that Sam was ready, was it too soon?

Those questions and several others flipped through Dean's mind as he slowly watched Sam turn his back and grab a huge towel.

Damn. He had upset Sam. What in the hell had he been thinking? The truth was, for the first time in the longest time that he could remember, throughout that afternoon and then into the early evening when they had been playing volleyball, Dean hadn't been thinking. He’d let everything go and was just going with his feelings and it had felt so right.

Maybe they really did have too much to drink and maybe going with his feelings had been a mistake because it was too much for Sam. But, Sam had been hard too, and when they kissed, he was just as aggressive as Dean. He could tell Sam had wanted it in that moment just as much as he had.

The problem was that Sam, who had wanted Dean to be in touch with his feelings was all of a sudden pulling a Dean and thinking too much and not just going with the flow. Dean wasn't going to call his brother on that though, because what had happened in the pool and what Dean had hoped would happen if they went back to one room was a pretty big deal. Sam just needed some time. Funny how Dean was now willing to follow his feelings and Sam was the one getting hung up on everything else..

Walking up behind Sam, he put a hand on his shoulder, "Give me that other towel, would you? Let's go back to our rooms and clean up and go and get something to eat. I'm starved." And, just like that, he acted like nothing had happened in the pool and everything was back to normal.

Sam froze under Dean’s hand. If Dean hadn’t fallen back into their normal pattern, if he’d said anything about what happened, Sam would have gotten the hell out of there. But Dean made it easy. Well, not easy, but easier to pretend nothing happened.

Is that really what he wanted?

He passed his brother the towel, and then they headed back to the rooms. It was almost funny, Dean was the one keeping up the banter now, and all Sam could do was give one word answers. He’d never been so happy as the moment that he entered his room. His sanctuary, he hoped.

Course the connecting doors between their rooms was open, so he got another glimpse of Dean before he headed to the shower. Dammit.

What he probably needed was a cold shower, but the hot, steaming water eased some of his stress. Sam didn’t take too long and was soon dressed in jeans and a light shirt. He popped through the connecting doors to see if Dean was ready, and just like that... he was back to square one.

Dean had just come out of the shower and had a towel slung low on his waist. Sam’s gaze traveled down the length of his brother’s chiseled chest and abs, right to where the towel was tucked just so. One little tug and…

Swallowing hard, Sam raised his eyes to Dean’s and felt a warm blush stealing over his cheeks. It felt as if Dean could see straight into his soul… know how hard Sam was fighting the need to push Dean up against the wall and kiss him again. When Dean’s hand went to the towel, Sam disappeared to his room and almost meekly waited. If he’d been inside his bed… or in the shower, he knew he’d be touching himself and thinking about these crazy new urges he had no idea how he was gonna handle.

A half hour later, Dean was at the salad and fruit bar of the patio seating restaurant at the hotel. Having worked up a considerable appetite playing volleyball he loaded his plate and took the advice of a hotel employee who recommended the tropical yogurt dip for the fruit. He joined Sam at the table, and ordered beers. He should have known they’d get umbrella drinks instead.

Sam was barely eating, but Dean wasn’t letting his food go to waste. The way Dean ate usually either amused or embarrassed him. Tonight… it was just all sorts of torture. Did Dean know what he was doing to him? If he did, Sam would kick his ass.

Dean started in on the salad first. He had selected some asparagus spears that had been cooked but had been chilled and put on the salad bar. He’d never had asparagus in a salad but figured, ‘what the hell.’ He dipped the first asparagus spear in some bleu cheese dressing and brought the dripping spear to his mouth and bit the end off with his straight white teeth, then closed his lips around the spear and pulled it out of his mouth. “Mmmm, this is good.”

He continued eating, basically ignoring Sam, until he realized that Sam hadn’t taken any of the asparagus. He had one left and he dipped it in the dressing and waving it in front of Sam’s face said, “These asparagus are great. You should try one,” and as Sam opened his mouth to undoubtedly tell him that if had wanted asparagus he’d have gotten them himself, Dean popped a dripping spear right into his surprised mouth and let go.

He was cracking up looking at the expression on Sam’s face with the asparagus sticking out of his mouth and a little of the dressing on his lip. Sam appeared exasperated, but then started chewing and looking like maybe Dean was right about the asparagus.

Next, Dean decided to try some of the fruits. He wasn’t completely sure about the yogurt sauce. Yogurt wasn’t high on his list of foods. So he dipped his finger into the cup of yogurt and brought it to his mouth and closed his lips around his finger, and closed his eyes as he sucked the flavor from his finger and finally pulled his finger from his mouth.

If he had had his eyes open, he would have seen an amazing array of emotions cross his brother’s face, but he was so intent on tasting these new flavors he had gone back to ignoring Sam in favor of enjoying his meal.

He dipped each type of fruit into the yogurt and as he brought it to his mouth he would suck it in from the end, closing his lips over the fruit and biting it off so he could chew each piece and enjoy each flavor. It left his lips shiny with fruit juice and an occasional little dab of white yogurt on his lip, that he would lick away with his tongue, or wipe at with his thumb then bring his thumb to his mouth and suck it clean. As he tried each new fruit, he moaned out loud in approval and then move on to the next new thing.

“Sam, seriously dude, you really need to try some of these fruits,” Dean told Sam waving the piece of mango in his hand, dripping with yogurt. “Damn, that guy that was tidying up the salad bar was so right when he told me that as good as the fruit tasted by itself when you dip it in this yogurt stuff it's awesome.”
Sam tried to kick his mind out of gear, think of something else... anything else, but he couldn't. He was stuck there, watching Dean frikkin’ make love to his food, and in the process, he had Sam tied up in all sorts of knots.

He shouldn't want to lean over and lick the corner of Dean's mouth clean. He shouldn't want to linger there, or want his tongue to be the next thing Dean sucked on with such passion.

"Since when do you eat fruit?" he asked, exasperated by his own feelings to the point where he forgot he wasn't gonna drink anymore, and raised another exotic liquor filled drink to his mouth. He gave the fruit caught between Dean's fingers a decidedly hostile look as he gulped down his drink, all of it.

If Sam thought Dean would quit it, he was damned wrong. There he was offering another piece of fruit, this time letting his finger brush against Sam's mouth... making him burn in ways he hadn't know possible. "What is this?" Sam's tone was anguished. "What are you doing to me here?"

He didn't wait for an answer, but got up and dropped his napkin on the table and started to walk away. If he didn't, he was gonna make a fool of himself. Again.

*

One minute they were sitting there and enjoying their food and the next thing he knew, Sam looked like he’d been hit by a truck.
Dean had been specializing in not over-intellectualizing things ever since they were on the beach and just going with the flow and his feelings. All of a sudden, Sam was the one who was all closed up and having a problem relaxing. Sam was strung so tight and Dean really didn't have a clue how much his whole touchy, feely interaction with his brother was affecting him. At least not until the third time in just over two hours that Sam had turned his back and walked away from him. First the pool, then in the room when he’d been in a towel, and now.

Dean was starting to get a complex. He sat there at the table, by himself, mouth hanging open and food forgotten as he watched his brother’s retreating back. He didn't know if he should immediately get up and follow him or give him some time.

Maybe this whole I love you and want to have a physical relationship with my brother thing was just freaking Sammy out quite a bit more than it seemed to be bothering Dean. But, Sam had been so hard against him in the pool, he kissed him back like a champ, in the room he had looked at him standing there in the towel like he was looking at lunch, and now at the restaurant he had seemed okay, but maybe there was something about all of the finger foods he had been eating trying to feed to Sam.
Oh shit. If his brother had been conflicted before, Dean could see how that little scenario would not have been helping Sammy's situation at all.

Having lost his appetite, when the waiter came with their meals, he asked for them to be packed up so he could take them to the room.

Fifteen minutes after Sam had left the restaurant, Dean entered the room with the food that had been wrapped to go.
An instant later, he found himself pressed back against the door with Sam right in his personal space. "Sam?" The package dropped from his hand.

Sam had been pacing like a caged tiger, and when Dean walked through the connecting door, he rounded on him. He was angry. He was wound so tight, he didn’t even know how to put it into words. And he was weak, because God damn it he couldn’t fight the physical attraction that sprang up between them. He dipped his head down suddenly, pressing his mouth against Dean’s throat, kissing him roughly where opening of his shirt revealed sun-kissed skin. He tasted so good, felt so good… even when it was all so fucking wrong.

He slid his mouth up and down the column of Dean’s throat, trying to resist the urge to go where he wanted… the need to cover Dean’s mouth and make him give him what he had in the pool.

That spot where his shoulder met his new was, for whatever reason, Dean's biggest erogenous zone and Sammy went straight for it, like he was going in for the kill. But that wasn't the half of it. No, it wasn't. What was driving Dean absolutely crazy was the combination of Sam's mouth on his neck and that his entire body pinning him to the door and Sam's hips grinding his erection up against his. Yeah, he’d heard the term frottage before, but had never been with a guy so had no idea just how amazing that was.
Sam hadn’t realized he was using his entire body to keep Dean trapped against the door, or that he was moving his hips, rubbing his erection against Dean. Groaning at the realization, he pulled slightly away and stared into Dean’s face. Big mistake.

There was naked lust in his brother’s eyes, where there should be disgust. “Dean, what’s happening?” He licked his lips. “Is it a spell… is someone doing this to me… to you?” That might make more sense. “What… what is it... this?”

Suddenly Dean was sharply aware of how easy it would be to just get off right there in his pants if Sam kept it up. Dean, while trapped was pushing back as much as he could chasing Sam, trying to get even closer, as though that were even remotely possible. There was nothing between them now but their clothes and Sam's sudden hesitancy when he pulled back slightly.

Dean was pretty sure they weren’t under any spell, and truth be told right now, Dean didn't give a rat’s ass. He wanted Sam in every way imaginable and it was pretty clear that Sam felt the same.

Sam may have had the height advantage on Dean, but Dean was a powerfully built man and very strong. He raised his arms and placed his hands between them in the small space created when Sam paused and put them on Sam's chest.

Dean started walking Sam backwards while staring him in the eye, and kept walking until the back of Sam's legs came in contact with the bed.

"Sam. No one put a spell on us. You know that and I know that. Stop fighting it and try not to be so bottled up and just experience your feelings. Stop over-thinking this thing or you’re going to drive yourself crazy. God, what you were doing to me up against that door...Sammy, that's what I want ... for us to just stop thinking and feel..."

It wasn’t quite the answer Sam had expected, but he’d been powerless to resist. Dean was so determined, sounded so much like he knew what was right. His heart banged against his chest as he stared at Dean, knowing... knowing he couldn’t fight this, that the battle was lost... that all he wanted was to be in Dean’s arms again, being kissed senseless so the voices in his head would just stop talking.

Registering the look of acceptance, Dean pushed his brother backwards until Sam landed on his back on the bed and then Dean climbed between Sam's splayed legs and lay on top of Sam, their bodies pressed as close as they had been against the door, but now Dean had the advantage.

Dean rubbed his throbbing cock up against Sam's and wiggled his hips while looking at Sam's mouth and finally leaned in and brought their mouths together for the first time since he’d broken the kiss in the pool. Dean didn't want to scare Sam again, he seemed a little spooked and maybe if Dean's entire body weight hadn't been pinning him to the bed, he might try to walk away again.
So Dean took it slow. He reached out with his tongue and ran if over Sammy's lower lip, he sucked Sam's lip into his mouth, and moaned as he slid his tongue just inside Sam's mouth and then covered his mouth with his because at this point, it wasn't time for slow anymore.

Dean stopped for a second, leaned his head back and looked at Sammy in the eyes, "You taste so good Sammy, could lay here and kiss you all night, just like this..." Dean trailed off as he crushed Sam's mouth under his.

All thoughts had fled the younger Winchester’s mind. How could he think when Dean was on top of him, kissing him slowly at first… taking a breath and then tongue fucking him senseless.

“Okay. All night. Just like this,” Sam agreed, his voice shaking slightly. He licked his lips and then lifted his head to meet Dean’s mouth half way. Sam’s heart pounded hard against his chest. His skin tightened, his throat constricted until he could barely breathe. It felt good… so fucking good that the voices of doubt were drowned out.

As Dean moved against him, Sam started to run his hands up and down his back… over the curve of his firm ass. Using both hands, he squeezed Dean’s jeans clad ass, forcing him down over him as he raised his hips slightly. A soft groan broke out of him.

He needed… wanted to feel Dean under his shirt. Tugging it up, he splayed his hand over Dean’s warm skin… felt his back muscles rippling under his palms. The heat between them escalated.

When Dean broke the kiss, Sam panicked and rolled both of them onto their sides, hooking one leg around Dean’s. “Don’t stop… Dean,” he pleaded, squirming against him and finding his mouth again, demanding he make good on his promise to keep kissing.
When in the world had Dean gotten so in touch with his feelings? He had plenty of sexual encounters in his day, but he had never felt like this before. The way that he felt right now with Sam was a real first for him, and he couldn't be happier.

How a man in his predicament could be happy was a miracle in and of itself, but that miracle had a name, and that name was 'Sammy.' Dean knew without a doubt that what he was feeling was only because he was with his baby boy, his brother, the one that he had loved his whole life.

Why he hadn't seen it before he had no idea, but he was willing to make up for lost time as long as Sam stayed with him and didn't back off and run away again. Dean would do anything in his power to make this good for Sam and intensify the whole experience for both of them. And if that meant taking it slow, then so be it.

And then the next thing he knew, Sam was peeling his shirt off and licking and sucking and scraping his teeth across his exposed skin and was kissing his chest and sucking in such a sensual and needy way he couldn't believe it.

Dean raised his hips so he could maintain contact with Sam, trying to get leverage and arching his back to be sure that he was close to Sam. Really close. "Sam, baby...you have no idea how good that feels, how good you feel..." Dean said on a moan as he started squirming around because all of a sudden Sam's hands and mouth were everywhere all at once and Dean was almost on sensory overload he was loving every single bit of this so much.

He was touching Sam back too, had his hands on Sam's hips to be sure that he didn't think he was going anywhere, his thigh between Sam's legs still grinding into Sam's incredibly hard cock, and whispering encouragement to Sam all at the same time, "Sam, so good, baby...can't believe you are tasting me, so nasty. Baby feels so good. Sam wanna touch you too, take off your shirt."

But that last plea for Sam to take off his shirt had overlapped with Sam's hand going to Dean's zipper, and all of a sudden Dean couldn't think anymore, he could only give up and feel it all and love every second of it because it was his Sammy touching him like he was the most amazing thing on the planet, and when his baby boy touched him like that, he did feel amazing.
Sam trembled at the sense of power Dean’s words gave him. He raised his head and looked seriously at his brother. “I know how good it feels Dean, I’m feeling it too.” It was hard, and risky… this... saying things you couldn’t take back, doing things that would never be forgotten. “Do you have any idea how you look to me?” Sam’s gaze traveled over his brother’s ruggedly handsome features, and down the strong lines of his body. “How safe you make me feel?”

He was afraid of making a fool of himself, and afraid not to. “Hold me?” When Dean’s arms went around him, Sam pressed his mouth into Dean’s chest, moving ever lower… leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses, until his mouth was over Dean’s cock straining against his jeans. He felt Dean jerk, and knew he was doing the right thing… opening his mouth and kissing him harder along his shaft. Fuck, just the thought of how hard Dean was now, how hard he’d been in the pool, was making Sam want to do a lot more than kiss.
Dean was feeling even more amazing than he had just moments before Sam had admitted how he felt and looked at Dean and how safe Dean made his baby brother feel. How did he ever get so lucky? If a genie had popped out of a bottle and granted his wish, this would be it.

With Sam mouthing his cock through his pants, Dean was so close to losing it right then and there. "Oh my god, Sam..." was all Dean could get out. Jesus, he had thought he was on sensory overload before, but this, this was incredible.

But Sammy had another trick up his sleeve. Holy crap, when his little brother got an idea, he just ran with it thought Dean as Sam pulled his mouth off of Dean's jean clad cock and unbuttoned Deans pants and pulled down his zipper all the while looking up at Dean and staring into his eyes.

"Sam?...Are you sure, baby? I don't want you to do anything you aren't ready for."

The only answer that Sam had was to look away from Dean and slide his jeans and underwear down off of his hips. He looked at Dean's throbbing cock and hesitated only slightly. He might not know exactly what he was doing, but he knew what he wanted... he wanted Dean crazy for him... wanted him to feel so good that nothing else would matter but this. Dipping his head down, he gave a few tentative swipes of his tongue to the moisture pooling at the tip of Dean's dick.


If Dean wasn't listening so hard he'd have thought he heard Sam moaning when he tasted Dean's pre-cum, but then he realized that what he was hearing was himself. "Oh baby, that is so good, Sam your mouth feels so good on my cock, Jesus...do you have any idea what you are doing to me? It feels so good having my cock in your mouth sliding around and you licking and sucking and, oh my god," was all that Dean could get out as his little brother, the one who kept running away from him all night was sucking his cock and playing with his balls.

How in the fuck did that happen?


Dean put his hands on Sammy's head and started to pull Sam's mouth of his still pumping cock. "Sam, not gonna last...if you keep that up, baby boy...Sam, I'm gonna come if you don't stop," and holy Christ, Dean had warned him and Sam just went at him harder, taking him deeper, and sucking him more.

What Sam lacked in experience he certainly made up for in enthusiasm. This was the best fucking blow job that Dean had ever had, and he had more than a few. "Sam...oh my God, Sam, you can't believe how hot it is having you sucking my cock like that baby boy...so fucking good...gonna come now, Sam...gonna come..."

It hadn’t taken long to get used to the feel of silky smooth skin stretched taught over Dean’s rock hard erection. With the sounds he was making, the uncontrolled movements of his hips, there was no way Sam could stop… no way he wouldn’t see this through. Opening his throat up, he took Dean inside… all of him, squeezed and swallowed, tasted and pressed his tongue around Dean’s cock until his brother’s fingers dug into his shoulder so hard it hurt. And then Dean was coming… and Sam kept swallowing, kept taking him in his mouth until Dean’s movements stilled.

Pulling off him, he licked his lips. “Tangy and salty….” he muttered, under his breath, watching Dean. His brother was breathless and for once, he looked so… so careless, so soft and vulnerable. So unguarded, it took Sam’s breath away.

He crawled up the length of Dean’s body to claim a kiss, and found himself fucking Dean’s hip in the process. Just a few minutes, that’s all it would take… he was that close to the edge. “Oh God... Dean...”

Dean was so overwhelmed by the blowjob that Sam had just given him and wanting to taste Sam with the taste of his own come still in his brother’s mouth that it didn’t immediately register to Dean that Sam was still as hard as a rock. He wrapped his arms around Sam and rolled him over onto his back and started kissing him, licking and tasting every single bit of his mouth. While Dean tongue fucked Sammy's mouth he was grinding down onto his cock with his thigh.

Dean was moaning into Sam's mouth and reached down and grabbed the hem of Sam's shirt, "Off. Take this off, now," as he pulled Sam's shirt off over his head.

They were bare chest to chest and Dean's pants were down around his thighs and he reached down and started tugging on Sammy's pants, "Take these off too," Dean moaned to Sam as he rolled off him to the side and slid his own pants the rest of the way off. Dean finished taking off his pants and when he rolled back over, Sam was also naked.

Dean propped his head up on his arm and looked down into Sam's face and started tracing his fingers up and down Sam's body, playing with his nipples and his abs and his cock.

Dean put two of his fingers into Sam's mouth and he sucked on them and then Dean put them back on Sam's nipples and tweaked and pulled making them stick out hard and dark.

After working over Sam's nipples, Dean bent back in to kiss Sam again as he grabbed his cock and wrapped his hand around it and worked it up and down while Sam moaned and writhed under his touch.

“Come on, Sammy. You wanna come don’t you, baby? So hot like this. God, do you know how good this is?” Dean said to Sam as he tilted his head back down to kiss Sam hard and stroke him.

The bedding was clutched in Sam's fists. He gripped and clawed at it as Dean touched and stroked and worked him into a state of frenzy and he couldn't think whether he was coming or going. He called on Dean, or God, or both until he exploded so hard he thought he was going to die.

Sam’s stomach and Dean’s hand were coated in Sam’s cum. Dean kept up a slow stroke milking every bit of come from his brother’s slowly softening cock, and kept kissing him and nibbling on his mouth all the while. Dean finally lifted his head and bringing his hand to his mouth licked and sucked every bit of Sam’s come off and told Sam how good it tasted because it was his. “So good, baby boy. You taste so good….”

Sam struggled for air, and gave a wry smile. "Where do you come up with that stuff? 'Baby boy?' Better not say it in public," he reached for Dean and pulled him down next to him. Never mind that those very words whispered in Dean's throaty growl had enflamed him over and over again. And never mind that the look Dean was giving him said he was very aware of the effect they'd had. He really didn't need any reason's to get a bigger head.

An exhausted mess, Sam kissed Dean one more time, and curled up against him. "Night." Eyes closed, he added, "and if I have a prison dream or anything, I'm waking your ass up."

Dean laughed out. "Promises, promises, Sammy. But it may be me waking your ass up and it might not be a dream, if you know what I mean, baby boy." There was a pause. “And, Sammy? Where do I come up with that stuff? Dude, you've been my baby boy my whole life. I thought you knew that. Ever since Dad gave you to me when I was four, you were mine."


Dean tucked Sam in close to his body and pulled the covers up over them both and settled in for some quality sleep having the feeling that even though all wasn't right in his world, this was the absolute best that it could be.
*
Sam came out of deep sleep to find his body was on fire. Disconcerted, he shifted slightly and started to piece things together. He was naked... completely. The strong arm thrown over his waist, the calloused warm palm pressing into his stomach, was his brothers. And Dean's cock was as ready as ever, wedged tightly against Sam's ass.

Sam's heart rate kicked up a notch. He opened his eyes, thinking it had to be a dream... it had to. But no, he could hear the ocean's waves... he could see the light streaming through the window... and he really was naked, and hard... hard for Dean.

Everything they'd done. Everything they'd been to each other last night came tumbling down on Sam. Fear. Panic. Guilt. So many emotions to deal with... his throat constricted and he turned his head slightly to look at Dean. He was sleeping, innocent as a baby. That would change in the light of day.

Sam slowly worked himself free of Dean. He was on edge and hoping his brother wouldn't wake. He needed time to think, to get it together... to know what to say.

Quietly, he sneaked out of the room and into his own. In the mirror, he caught a glimpse of himself. Hair disheveled. Lips still swollen. Morning stiffy. Looking away, he put on briefs and a loose pair of pants.

Ten minutes later, he was sitting alone on his balcony with his face in his hands. What had he done?

*

'No, no, no!' thought Dean after waking up from the best night of sleep that he could remember in, well, forever. But he was distressed because he woke up alone and looking around the room there was no sign of Sam.

Sam was running away from him again, he just knew it. And, this time, dammit, Dean wasn't going to let him. He’d meant everything he’d said to Sam, and every feeling that he’d been experiencing for the past twenty four hours was more real than anything that had ever come before. He wasn’t giving it up.

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