Hard 7

"Good decision." Straddling Sam's thighs, he bent and started unbuttoning Sam's jeans. "You want more incest talk, or is there some other kink you'd rather explore, hmmm? Got a secret rape fantasy you'd like to get out of your system... whatever you want, I'm all yours."

Sam nearly jumped out of his pants when Dean started to unfasten his jeans. Grabbing Dean's hands Sam opened his mouth to argue only to snap it closed again, eyes widening. "Kink? KINK!? You thought that was a...?" Sam ran a hand down his face. "Oh my God..."

Gripping Dean by the shoulders, Sam did one of the moves that their father had taught them and tackled Dean to the floor, pinning him there, distributing his weight so that there was no way Dean was going to toss him off or roll them over. Grabbing Dean's wrists to stop him from possibly going for his jeans again, Sam glared down into his face. "Now... you're gonna listen to me for the time that we're in here, got it?"

Dean's defensive moves were extremely good and he figured in another life he must have been a martial artist or something like that, but he was hella surprised to find that he couldn't budge. Well he could, if he played dirty. Lifting his hips, he made sure there was hard contact between his cock and Sam's. "Rape fantasy it is. Just remember, if you get too rough, they'll come toss your ass out... they're watching," he said.

Shifting gears, Dean changed his expression. "What... what do you want? Don't hurt me... Oh God, what is that?" He lifted up again, scraping his thigh against Sam’s cock. "Gun... you got a gun? I'll do anything, anything you want... tell me..." he licked his lips, then in a surprise move, raised his face up and licked Sam's. "Anything you want, just don't hurt me."

Sam pulled his head back, readjusting his hips so that their groins were not touching, eyes narrowed on Dean, before he looked up searching for cameras. Looking down at his brother he quirked a brow, "Is that why you did ..," he jerked his head in the direction of the sofa as he pressed his lips together.

After a moment he lowered his head, mouth near Dean's ear, "Look Dean, I'm gonna get you outta here. I know what happened, I caught and tortured one of those bastards who did this to you, so I know all about it." He sighed, "It took me a whole fuckin' week to find you and now that I have, I'm not leaving without you. It's gonna be okay, you don't have to do this anymore. I'll - I'll just keep buying stuff from you so you don't have to..." he swallowed, trying to block out the thought, "be with anyone else. Okay?" raising his head, he looked down into Dean's green eyes and bit his lip.

Dean listened, perplexed. What the hell was this guy talking about? "Ah... hero fantasy." If he could have snapped his fingers, he would have. "I get it, okay... you have to get off me or in thirty seconds, they'll be in here. Anyone who is thrown out, never gets back in. Would be a shame," he said, meaning it. "I'm not kidding."

Sam had started to think he wasn't getting through then Dean sounded more like Dean and Sam nodded, pulling slowly off of him, and offering him a hand up. "Sorry, I... just needed you to listen to me." Sam told him before, his gaze locking with Dean's for a moment as he stood. "Uh, I'm, uh sorry about that," Sam glanced at the sofa, "before." he cleared his throat and looked back, running a hand through his hair. "Okay, we need a plan."

"Sit back, relax, take another drink." Dean pushed him back and watched as he dropped down into the chair. "Drink." He waited until Sam picked up the glass, then punched a couple buttons on the wall, and the music changed. It was low and seductive, with a steady drum beat that sounded like a heart, and a chorus of low groans and moans.

Sam frowned at Dean in confusion. This was NOT making a plan. And that music... it should probably be illegal.

Stepping close so that Sam's legs were between his, Dean ran his hands over his own body, his chest, his sided, his abs... then back to his sides, this time hooking his fingers into his waistband and lowering one side first, then the other. He teasingly leaned forward to let Sam look inside, then pulled back. "Put your hands on my ass."

What the...? My eyes! My eyes! Quick, I need a knife to gouge out my eyes! You're the one who looked down, stupid. Oh my God, I did! I looked down my brother's pants! I'm a freak! Oh shit! Oh God! Gee, genius, what gave you the first clue? Your aching erection earlier or the eye full off mini-Dean you just got? Sam did as Dean told him, as he stared at him in shock. Oh, well,that's much better. Shut up!

Warmth from Sam's palms seeped through the thin karate pants. Dean bit his lip as that heat spread to his groin, making his cock surge. Closing his eyes, he started to move, to dance over Sam, moving in and out, close, almost sitting on him, then rising and pressing his hardening cock against Sam's chest.. Reaching back, he found Sam's hands and pushed them inside his pants. Hot flesh against hot flesh. Dean couldn't wait to rub himself all over this mysterious, slightly kookie man. "Oh God, you feel so good. Such a big man," he leaned in and whispered hotly in his ear. "My hero. Savior. My tough guy."

Sam's body started to react to Dean's movements on him, his cock returning to fully erect in just a few moments, Sam's eyes closing as he licked his lips. He so shouldn't be, they shouldn't be, doing this. His head fell back against the chair, rolling slowly as he bit his lip. Oh God, Dean... Sam's eyes popped open as he looked up at Dean once he had pushed his hands into Dean's pants. You realize that you have your hands..... Yeah, I know! Shut up! Okay...

Sam bit his lip to hold back any comment about Dean feeling good. He tried to tell himself it was manners that made that thought, those words spring to the tip of his tongue, but deep down, he knew better. B--? Sam frowned, and frowned harder, pulling his head back, confusion clear on his face as he looked at Dean. Sam shook his head, "No, that really does nothing for..." he nearly smiled, "My brother, YOU, would like that, but me?" Sam shook his head again, "Nah."

"Nothing, huh. Okay, we'll have to get more drastic... I'll get you there, don't worry." Lowering his head, Dean found that spot on Sam's throat that had made him react earlier. He kissed, and sucked, and teased that spot until he heard a real change in Sam's breathing and felt him squirming. "That's it, that's it... let yourself go," he whispered.

Sam shook his head, "Not really. So, anyway, about this plan..." Sam barely heard Dean's remark about getting more drastic, and what he did hear had him pausing to frown in confusion. As Dean dipped his head, his mouth at Sam's throat, Sam lost all train of thought. Before long he was panting out his breaths, his cock hard and heavy between his legs, aching for attention. Sam's head fell back against the chair, lips parted before he licked them, only to part again as a whisper soft moan tore from his throat, his heart hammering in his chest, hands clenched into fists at his sides. Oh God...

After rubbing himself up and down Sam's body, Dean got up and turned, still straddling him, he wiggled his ass, half pulling his pants down and back up. He moved to the sound of the music, lowering and grinding his half naked ass against Sam's groin each time the moans punctuated the song. "How's that feel. Feel how hard you are against my ass?" He gripped Sam's hands and put them on either side of him, on his waistband. "Push it down, nice and easy. Get me naked, lover."

Sam sucked in a breath between his teeth as he lifted his head and looked down at his brother through heavy lidded eyes. As Dean moved his hands, Sam wanted to pull them away, he really did... or at least it was what he told himself, even as his fingertips dug into Dean's waist for a second before he started to push his pants down slowly, just like Dean told him. "Oh God..." the words were a tortured whisper torn from Sam's throat.

Dean swayed from side to side, allowing Sam to take his time, imagining how he must be feeling as more and more was revealed. When the pants were down far enough, he sat bare assed on his lap and brought Sam's hands forward. "Help me push them off." he said, gyrating as Sam did as he was told, then using his legs to push the pants down lower, and in the process really moving over Sam's body. He put one hand up over his head and hooked it behind Sam's, drawing him close.

"I love how you feel under me. So big, so damned hard," he whispered, his mouth inches from Sam's. It was strange to have to fight the urge to kiss, usually he had no problem teasing, tempting with his mouth and pulling away. "Look at me... like what you see?" Pulling his head to the side he allowed Sam to see his cock in its very aroused state. "You did this to me."

Sam was already breathing hard, his breaths panting out as he fought to not react anymore than he already was. It was bad enough he had a raging hard - on, for his brother, had helped undress, his brother, and was letting his brother do shit to him that no brother should ever do to another. Even if a fucking genie had cursed them into being Batman's drag-queen whore cousin... or maybe that was especially if...

But, things just got worse as Dean kept talking, saying things that were meant to tease him, and leaning his mouth in so damn close that Sam could feel his breath on his lips. When Dean told him to look, automatically, he looked. Yeah, well, that was what Sam was telling himself was the reason he looked. It was a reflex action. They were partners, one said look, you looked. Now, Sam was biting his lip, a low moan tearing from his throat before he squeezed his eyes closed finally and slowly turned his head away, his face a mask of tortured pain. Okay, this has to stop. Then stop looking. Yeah, I can sit here with my eyes closed and then Octo-Dean can have me wrapped up in seven of his eight arms before I can move out of the way. Yeah, good point. Open your eyes. Thank you. Sam's eyes slowly opened as he looked back at Dean, releasing his bottom lip to lick them instead.

Letting him look for another minute, Dean got up and turned. Kneeling on the floor between Sam's legs, he unbuttoned him and undid his zipper. "I can't pull you out, but I'll make damned sure you feel me," he promised, moving his mouth up Sam's inner thigh, over his burgeoning cock, and up the center of his body, climbing him in the process, and straddling him, his knees on the sofa, and his groin pressed up against Sam's chest. "Make me so horny."

Sam watched Dean move, his gaze following him as he knelt between his legs, a small whimper breaking from his throat as he bit his lip again. He didn't move to stop Dean as he unfastened his jeans even though Sam knew he should, even though some part of his mind was screaming at him about how wrong this was, that he needed to stop it for the both of them. Instead he just sat there, hands curled into fists, biting hard into his bottom lip until he tasted the coppery tang of his own blood.

Sam gasped in a breath as he looked at Dean, eyes pleading with him, for what exactly, well, Sam would swear with his dying breath it was for Dean to stop, but it didn't explain why he was thrusting his hips upward slightly now, his hands uncurling as he wrapped his arms around Dean, pulling him in close. "I'm sorry..." Sam whispered, before leaning his head in and slanting his mouth over Dean's, his tongue darting out to fick at Dean's lips before pressing into his brother's mouth, moaning into the kiss as his tongue tangled with Dean's.

Kissing hadn't been in the plan, but he'd been wanting it so when Sam's mouth met his, Dean immediately allowed him access. Time stood still. No, no, no, this didn't happen to sex workers. He wasn't supposed to need this so bad, to enjoy it this much. He wasn't supposed to fall under the spell of a client Goddamit, it had to be the opposite way. And yet, as they kissed hard, Dean rocked against Sam, fucking up against his groin, writhing harder, faster, all pretense of teasing falling away.

Sam kissed his brother harder and with more passion than he'd ever kissed anyone before, his hands running all over his back, fingertips digging into his skin when he couldn't seem to pull him close enough as they thrust against one another, low moans breaking from Sam as they kissed only to be swallowed up in Dean's mouth.

By the time the music ended, Dean was close to coming. "Don't want to make a mess of you," he whispered, pulling up and staggering back, eyes locked on Sam. If he'd give anyone a free fuck, that was the one. "You're... you're something special," he said, meaning every word. He gave him a view of his ass as he slowly bent over to pick up his pants and got them on. He used the time to try to get his heart and breathing under control.

When Dean broke the kiss, his whispered words made little sense to Sam's lust fogged brain, until he watched Dean back away from him. Sam was swallowing hard then, trying to catch his breath. "Yeah... same here," he muttered, pressing his aching cock down with the heel of his hand quickly, while Dean was turned, and pulling his pants on. Sam huffed at Dean’s compliment, before looking down. He didn't feel very special right then, he felt like an ass who had just done something horrible with his brother, when his brother was stuck in a bad position and couldn't say no.

A few moments later, Dean moved over to Sam, and pulled his waistband slightly away from his skin. "You're going to tip me?" If he wanted his money to stack up, he had to do this even though the dance may have given him more pleasure than Sam. He ran a hand through Sam's silky hair. "I'm worth a tip, you enjoyed yourself, hmm?"

Sam looked up at him, lips parted. Tip him? He had to buy his ass for the rest of the night, how the hell was he supposed to tip him with the small amount of dough he had? As it was, Sam wasn't so sure he had enough to cover the entire night, which was a problem. As Dean stroked his hair, Sam was hit with more feelings of guilt.

Looking up, Sam bit his lip. "Dean, I gotta buy you the rest of the night, you know we don't have that much money, dude." Sam all but whined, even as he dug into his pocket for his money clip, pulling out the few bills he had. He tossed them to Dean, "That's all I got man, the card is gonna have to cover the rest of the night. When that runs out," he shook his head, "I dunno what we're gonna do."

“Eighteen bucks?” Dean looked at Sam and let his waist band go when he didn't even tuck the bills in the way he should have. He silently collected the money off Sam’s lap, and when the guys in suits came, he nodded toward the credit card, which they immediately took. "Since you need to make your money stretch, you should go upstairs to watch the group dancers. Goodnight, Sam." He mustered a smile, but he wasn't at all happy as he turned and walked out. He'd given this guy everything he had... and more. And eighteen bucks... yeah, the clothes had been a dead giveaway but he was a sucker and when Sam had bought a second dance, he'd thought maybe he was loaded and discrete.

Sam looked at his brother in shock as he told him to go up stairs, wished him a good night and walked out. What the...?

Sam jumped to his feet and hurried out of the room after Dean. "Dean! Dean, wait!" Sam called to him, hurrying up behind him, grabbing his arm. "What the hell are you doing? I thought we..." he huffed and ran his free hand through his hair. "I thought you understood I was gonna buy you for the rest of the night so you don't need to be with," Sam's eyes scanned the place, before he leaned slightly closer to Dean, "these freaks," he finished, pulling back slightly. "Now, come on, I know there is more on that card than that, you're the one who got it for me. You said there was a hell of a lot more than two dances on there," he frowned, "even at these ridiculous prices."

Dean frowned, then pushed Sam up against a wall. When one of the suits came after them to return the card, he said without turning. "Charge a ten minute kissing session. Keep the card, he wants an open tab."

Sam gawked at Dean. "You're gonna charge me for kissing you!?" he looked from Dean to the guy in the suit and back in shock, before pressing his lips together and narrowing his eyes. "I breathed the same air as you too, doesn't that cost something?" he spat angrily, unable to believe that Dean was charging him for that. It had been... well, goddammit, it wasn't part of the little show Dean was putting on in there. It was wrong, yeah, and Sam felt like shit about it, sure... sorta... but it was the real deal and now to have Dean charge him for it... Dean was damn lucky he didn't just leave his stupid ass here.

"Got it." Grinning at the pair, the suit walked away.

Putting a hand on the wall on either side of Sam's shoulders, Dean leaned in. "You wanted more time, I'm giving it to you. This is your kissing session, do you want it or not?"

Sam swallowed, raising his chin slightly. "Now?" he nodded, "Oh... yeah, alright. Yes, I do. I wanna talk."

"You're paying a helluvalot of money right now to 'just talk.'" As someone moved past them, he leaned in, making it look like they were kissing. Course the closeness had his gut clenching with anticipation for something that didn't come. "I don't know you. I know you think you know me, but I don't know you," Dean emphasized. "The mindwipe isn't a secret and it’s easy for you, for all clients to claim to know us." He meant the employees of the place, from sex workers, to waiters and to those who ran the gambling tables. "You don't think others have told me they knew me? They have. It's part of the fantasy or... I dunno." He moved his mouth over Sam's ear. "If you're for real... I'm sorry, I'm sorry I don't remember, and I'm sure we had great times together. But this is now. My life on the outside is over until I ‘pull a seven’. So go home, don't worry about me."

Sam shook his head slowly, "I can't leave you here, Dean. Sorry," he huffed, "You want money, fine, I'll make more money to pay for you, I'll get what you need, whatever you want, but I'm not going to let you do this with these people and I'm not leaving you here." Sam’s jaw set in stubborn lines as his hazel locked with green.

"Jealous ex-lover?" Dean laughed and kissed the corner or Sam's mouth. "No, I don't believe that. You were too shy with me to have known me this well." The realization made him a little sad, but it was also a relief. He didn't want this man to be sad, sad for him. "Anyway, I'm not unhappy, no one is. And I get to pick my clients, believe me... I have a freak antenna and avoid them." He nodded. "You don't have enough money to get me out. Besides, doesn't really work that way, does it?"

Sam hung his head as he shook it. "It all works in sevens," he raised his head and looked again into Dean's eyes, "Work off the $70K, seven years of servitude or seven times with someone who loves you." When the genie had told him that, he hadn’t really understood, but now he got it. He also had half a mind to go find Cassie and drag her back here to help get Dean out of here. Of course, knowing their luck she was married and never wanted to hear from a Winchester again.

Sam shook his head, "There has to be a way to get you out of here... maybe I didn't look hard enough, maybe..." Sam let loose with a frustrated yell as he banged his head back against the wall, looking up toward the ceiling. Looking back down at Dean, his head still tilted back Sam huffed, "You never should have accepted the deal. I was gonna tell the damn thing no, but you had to say yes before I could get a word out." he looked away, "Just to take care of me like you always do." he muttered softly. That's when the answer came to him. It was awkward as hell, it was wrong as could be, but dammit Dean was always telling him to take one for the team and he knew, just knew Dean would do the same for him. "Me. Use me, I love you, be with me seven times, Dean."

Dean laughed. "You know how many times I've heard that? Do it with me seven times and you're free? I learn fast," he said. "I'm getting out of here, seven the hard way - paying them cash. So far the fastest anyone paid their debt off is six years. I'm gonna do it in three." He squeezed Sam's biceps, "I don't think you're for real, but if I had to... if I could choose someone who loved me like that, I'd choose you."

Sam stood frowning at Dean. He wasn't making this any easier was he? Well, can you blame him? You just offered to have sex with him! I... oh, shut up!

Right, he was getting downright sappy. "You got two more minutes. Still wanna waste it with talking or..." Dean let his gaze drop to Sam's well defined lips. "... want some tongue action?"

Sam narrowed his eyes at Dean a second before reaching for him and pulling him in against him, slanting his mouth over Dean's and kissing him hard, one hand threading through the short strands at the back of Dean's head, the other wrapped around him, pressing Dean in close.

Kissing it was. Dean found himself reacting to the press of Sam's body, hardening, aching for more. Moaning, he brought his hands off the wall, down to cup Sam's neck and head, holding him in place as he kissed him back. Fire raced through his veins, his blood pounded at his temples. Dean couldn't get enough.

"Holy fuck," he looked into Sam's eyes, and brought his mouth down again, sweeping his tongue inside. He explored every corner of Sam's mouth, battling his tongue, stroking it, making love to it the way his body was burning to make love to Sam.

The sound of a man clearing his throat had Dean pulling back. Without turning, he said "add twenty percent tip." Gaze locked with Sam's, he dared him to contradict the amount to be added to the credit card charge.

Sam cleared his throat, breaths panting out, he glared at Dean, but nodded to the guy to add the tip. At this rate he was going to have to sleep in the Impala for the next six months.... or if Dean kept charging him for shit, he could just sell the damn car. That would fix him!

Smiling now, Dean put his hand on the side of Sam's face and kissed him one more time. "Thank you."

Taking his hand, he pulled him up the stairs and into the hustle bustle of the casino and the bars. "Buy me a drink."

Sam frowned over at Dean, "Buy you a...!?" he huffed softly, "Fine. But don't go orderin' the most expensive thing on the menu!" he shook his head, mentally counting up what he'd spent against what was left on the card as he followed behind Dean to the bar.

They ordered a couple of beers and Dean lifted his bottle to his lips, then set it down. "What do you do for a living?" He looked him up and down. "You're fit. Got some callouses," he said, taking Sam's hand and turning it over on the bar and rubbing the pad of his thumb across his palm a few times. Bending suddenly, he kissed the center of his hand, dipping his tongue out to make a circle, then pulling up. "Body builder?" he asked.

Sam opened his mouth, first to tell Dean he knew what he did for a living, then after he closed it, he opened it again to say one of the usual practiced lines about what he did for a living, one of the hundred lies they had perfected over the years that seemed totally believable to the average person, only to gasp in a breath, his body tensing as his gaze dropped to the hand that Dean had been been toying with.

Sam cleared his throat when Dean pulled up, looking at him again and frowned slightly, shaking his head. "No. Not even close." he looked at Dean for a moment before he licked his lips, "I'm, I, uh kinda work in the family business," he nodded, "yeah, something my Dad started when we were kids," he shrugged a shoulder, frowning, as he stared unseeing down at the napkin, "my brother and me. He was four and I was six months. My Dad's, uh, business took him away a lot, so my brother took care of me. Did everything for me." He smiled slightly, blinking as he reached for his beer, "wouldn't of turned out half as well as I did without him." Hazel eyes met green, "He always takes care of me," Sam huffed, "even now."

"Incest kink," Dean touched his bottle to Sam's and took a drink. "You didn't answer my question, but that's alright. You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to." He looked down. "You know you're really cute when you smile like you did? Makes me wonder why you think you need to pay for it when you should be able to..." he gave a half shrug.

Sam narrowed his eyes, "I do NOT have an incest kink!" he huffed softly and shook his head.

Sam smiled and nodded, "Only when I smile 'like that', huh?" he raised his brows nodding as he looked down at the floor, "I'll have to keep that in mind." He raised his bottle again, pausing with it half way to his lips, "But, I dunno, Jess and Sarah and Madison didn't seem all that picky about when I was cute." He grinned and took a drink. Lowering the bottle Sam shook his head, "I don't pay for it! God, Dean, why would you think...?" he realized the reason for that statement, "Oh," he shrugged, "yeah, but this is different. You're here."

That put a smug smile on Dean's face.

They chatted for a while, with Dean telling him about the sorts of entertainment offered at the mansion. "I wish they'd let me play at the tables, but they don't. Believe me, if they did, I'd have my seventy grand in less time than it would take them to blink. Enough of that." He got up and stood directly behind Sam, pressing into his back and leaning down to whisper in his ear. "Do you think you want anything else from me tonight, or are we.... done?"

Sam frowned, "Yeah well, I'd play a game or two but you, I mean, my brother, always yells at me and tells me I have a shitty poker face." Sam gasped softly and turned on the stool, grabbing Dean's wrist, "No, you can't go!" Sam shook his head. "You have to stay here, with me."

"I gotta work." He looked into Sam's eyes, wishing he was a rich man. "I know you can't afford this. It's alright. Come back on payday, I'll be here," he promised, rubbing his mouth across Sam's. "I'll be counting the days, and that's not a load of bull." Kissing him quickly, he straightened.

"But, you can't -" Sam sighed and ran a hand through his hair, gritting his teeth.

"Lady at the end of the bar is looking for someone blond and hot," the bar tender offered.

Sighing, Dean looked over to see if he might be interested.

"No! Hell no!" Sam looked at Dean with angry eyes, "How much is it for all night?" Sam asked him.

"What?" Was he jealous? "You can't afford me," he said. Stubborn eyes stared at him, demanding an answer. Sighing again, Dean whispered the outrageous figure in Sam's ear. "Plus tip."

The bar tender laughed. "Only the high rollers go for the all nighter."

"No one was talking to you," Dean said, shooting him a look.

When he saw Sam opening his mouth to speak, Dean added, "no one gets to buy all nighters straight off the floor tonight, though. We're having an auction for that in a couple of hours." He hadn't thought Sam would buy him for that price anyway, but this additional information would make it easier and less embarrassing for Sam to bow out of blowing all his money on him.

Sam nodded, "Okay, so I'll go to that then, in the meantime, I'll buy something else from you while we wait. What about," Sam looked down trying to think of something non sexual that they sold. "A massage," Sam suggested as he looked back up, nodding. "I'd like a massage."

"Really? You're going to the auction? Sam, the price I told you... it'll be more than that." Why he was trying to protect him from overspending, Dean didn't know. "Aright." Moving away, he let Sam get up and lead him all the way across the casino to another set of stairs. They went down, and were faced with lots of small rooms lining a hall. Soft groans and moans filled the air. "This way."

Sam frowned as he walked, looking around. This didn't sound like any massage place he'd ever heard of... unless those were just really fuckin' good massages.

Dean pulled him into a candle lit room. "Can't wait to get my hands all over you." Sam had already tossed his jacket off. Dean started to undress Sam, pulling his shirt off. He started to work on Sam's belt buckle, "I think you'll enjoy this just as much as the lap dance."

Yeah, okay, the candles made sense. He'd heard of that. It was that a Chinese thing, aroma therapy and all that. Okay, this was better. Sa, didn't flinch when Dean helped him get his shirt off either as that was something he was kind of figuring on, after all, they had massaged each others’ sore backs before after particularly nasty hunts, so okay, this all made perfect sense. But, Dean's comment along with him reaching for and starting to undo his belt, had Sam taking a step back.

"Whoa! Whoa! Wait a second here, I said a massage. You know, like we, I mean, like my brother and I give each other after, uh, long days working at really bad jobs." Sam shook his head, "There has never been one time that we ever removed our pants... or at least not our boxers." He narrowed his eyes at Dean, waiting for an explanation.

Dean rubbed his eyes. "You're not at home. You're in a bordello. Now man up and let me take 'em down. Nothing I haven't felt before," he grinned. Was this guy going to be shy at first with every new service he bought? It was kind of cute, but odd when he thought about how much he'd been into that kiss. "Pants off," he whispered, eyes locked with Sam's as he reached out and started undoing his pants again.

Sam huffed as he reached for his belt and button of his jeans. "I am so going to Hell for this," he muttered half under his breath, as he shook his head, looking down.

Once his belt and jeans were unfastened, Sam pushed them down, but left his boxers up. Toeing off his boots, he stepped out of his jeans and removed his socks, then pulled to his full height, eyes narrowed on Dean. "Where do you want me?"

"On my lap," he chuckled. "Get on the bed, face down... and ah, just for a minute on your hands and knees." Stepping aside, he let Sam follow his instruction, and before Sam lowered himself completely onto the narrow bed, he pulled his shorts clear down to his ankles. As he whipped them off his feet, Dean's gaze traveled up to Sam's ass. "Nothing to be ashamed of." Hell, the word 'perfect' was too weak to describe those firm globes.

Not ashamed... I'm just not use to having my brother check out my ass. That's the understatement of the century. This is worse than walking in on him and the twins. Yeah, but I doubt gouging your eyes out is gonna help with this... I could gouge his out.... it's DEAN, he'd remember just to taunt me later. Yeah... dammit.


"Relax. Arms stretched out." Squirting some vanilla scented massage oil into his palms, Dean placed his hand on Sam's back at the exact time someone moaned 'I'm coming." He felt Sam tense and whispered close to his ear, "relax... trust me."

Why do I suddenly feel like I'm being trip searched at the airport? Nah, that would be less embarrassing. At least that wouldn't be MY BROTHER!

For ten minutes, Dean gave Sam a standard massage, finding his tense spots, working them out. Feeling him slowly relax. Turning away, he got some flat heated stones and used them on Sam's back to further relax him, but left them on his shoulders and part way down his spine. "Don't move, or they'll fall off he said.

Sam had started to relax... a lot, during the massage, as was normal . It was why Dean had made the rule that when they did this after a hard hunt, Dean got his massage first, cause Sam always fell asleep after his. "Uh-uh, not moving," he muttered softly, eyes closed.

He started to stroke Sam's lower back, each time moving a little lower, until his hands were on Sam's ass... stroking, petting, touching him sensuously, and moving close to his erotic zones. His fingers sometimes dipped down into the cleft of his ass, just slightly, then over and down under his ass.

Sam started to frown slightly with each lower pass of Dean's hands. He goes any lower, he's gonna give new meaning to the term 'family affair'. Yeah, well, maybe he isn't paying attention. Yeah, right, it's Dean. Good point.

"Relax," Dean said again, as he used a finger to find that spot between Sam's sack and hole, and massaged it ever so slowly.

Licking his lips, Sam opened his mouth to say something about Dean watching where his hands were going, when his hands dipped into areas that no males hands, especially his brother's, needed to be going... ever. At least not until he was over 40 and at the doctors office. Sam tensed, "Hey," he started only to have Dean tell him to relax. Relax he says... Your finger is near my ass hole and under my ass and you want me to relax, are you insane!? Did that genie bash you in the head with something?

Sam sucked in a startled breath, eyes wide and started to push up with his hands. No, no way. This had to stop. "Dean, don't. We shouldn't. That's not..."

"Please don't move, the stones," Dean reminded him. "Just close your eyes and enjoy it... price you paid, it would be highway robbery if you got a standard massage," he said, using Sam's own words against him. "Don't be shy. Room's dark, I can't see anything," he said, lowering his head to take a better look at Sam's balls to see his skin tightening up. He touched and played with him, until he got a single satisfying sound from Sam and let his own breath out.

Stones!? Screw your damn stones! Oh now there's a contradiction in terms. Oh shut up! Sam panted out his breaths, wanting to just roll over, though he had frozen where he was when Dean told him not to move. Oh well, the room’s dark, why didn't you say that, that makes being manhandled by your brother all better. Sam rolled his eyes. As if! But, his body didn't care that it was Dean, that they were related, as he started to respond to his touch, growing slowly hard as he lay there with Dean touching and playing with him. Sam's head crashed back down against the pillows and he felt one of Dean's precious stones slide off his back, but he didn't care. His eyes were squeezed tightly closed as he bit his lip. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God...No, I don't like this, nope, not at all, nope. Uh-huh... that's funny you sure seem... SHUT UP! A low long moan tore from Sam's throat as he turned his head, lips parting to pant out his breaths.

Dean had been affected when he gave the guy those lap dances, and it was worse now. Not that he was complaining, it was better to enjoy your work. He blew on Sam's ass, a couple breaths, then he started to kiss every inch of his skin. Sometimes he opened his mouth and pulsed his tongue against Sam's flesh. His hands started to stroke down Sam's thighs, then moved up to pull his cheeks apart. He dipped his head low and licked upward from Sam's ass to his hole. "Did you want penetration?"

Sam gasped in a ragged breath, his skin felt ultra sensitized. Every touch, every breath, the very air in the room seemed like it sent pleasure pulsing through Sam's system. He turned his head on the pillow, biting down hard on his lip, trying to let the pain of that distract him from the pleasure of what Dean was doing, but t wasn't working. He wanted to fuck against the bed, to just thrust his hips against it and cum like there was no tomorrow. His cock was hard and aching, and his body felt like it was on fire. He drugged me. Had to have. I DO NOT respond sexually to my brother! Yeah, you just keep telling yourself that. Maybe you and Dean should buy yourselves a house in the woods of West Virginia. Shut up, dammit!

Sam sucked in a ragged breath, passion glazed eyes opening to stare at the wall. A question. Dean had asked him a question. Sam slowly released the pressure he had been applying on his bottom lip with his teeth. Licking his lips, his breaths panting out, he shook his head, "I don't think that would be.... no." a moan tore from his throat before he could bite it back, and Sam screwed his eyes closed again. Just hurry up and get this over with.

"You sure?" Dean pressed his tongue between Sam's tight cheeks, stroking his hole one more time then lifted his head. Seeing Sam's ass cheeks were all clenched, he grinned and moved down his body and gave his legs a proper massage. Slowly, he felt Sam relaxing again, though from the way his body was lifting up and down, he hadn't really gotten his breathing under full control, which was as it was meant to be.

Sam nodded, as he grit his teeth, hands gripping the bed under him tightly. God, he should have just asked to be choked half to death. That he could handle, that he knew how to deal with. This, this was something Sam hadn't encountered before... at least not with his brother. Stop, just stop, okay. Just find somewhere else to, to torture the fuck outta me at. Oh now there is an interesting choice of words. Didn't I tell you to shut up? Yeah, but Dean's not in his right mind to say it, so someone had to.

He reached Sam's feet and applied more massage oil, rubbing and squeezing and separating his toes. "Toe sucking is extra, but I'll toss this in for free," he said, kissing Sam's soles, then the tops of his feet. "Feels amazing, hmmm?" Pulling away from the foot of the bed, he moved to the middle, held a privacy towel up over the center of Sam's body. "Turn over now."

Suck my WHAT? Sam was about to lift up off the bed again, when Dean pressed a kiss against the sole of his foot, then the tops. Sam sighed softly and relaxed a bit. Feet. Okay, I can handle feet, Nothing sexy about feet. Oh I dunno Jess used to... SHUT. UP. ! Alright, alright, geesh... touchy.

Sam's eyes widened, before he let out a slightly pained sounding groan and scoffed. "Uh, I'd rather not at the moment, if you could gimme a second..." he cleared his throat, moving one hand under himself, his ass arching into the air slightly as he adjusted his rock hard cock under himself.

"Don't be shy," Dean reminded him, but gave him time until he finally turned over. "Close your eyes." He dropped the towel down.

A moment later, he started to caress Sam's face, tracing his strong jaw line, rubbing his thumbs under his cheek bones, finding pressure points around his eyes, over his brows. He touched and touched, and moved his hand over the shells of Sam's ears, rubbing them, then squeezing his ear lobes, smiling when Sam's lips parted. "Like that,huh. You'll like this better."

Sam had closed his eyes as Dean told him and even started to relax into what he was doing. He'd never had his face massaged, not really, and it felt good, damn good. When his hands went to his ears, Sam's lips parted as his knuckles grazed his neck, fingers toying with the sensitive flesh of his lobes.

Better? Huh? Sam tensed slightly. Why was it whenever Dean said that Sam knew to expect something kinky that was definitely NOT going to relax him. Uh maybe cause that's his job right now. You know, you're not helping. Never claimed to.

Dipping his head down, Dean kissed Sam's lower lip first, then his upper one. His tongue darted out to taste but only because he couldn't help himself. A masseuse shouldn't moan, but he did as he pushed his tongue all the way inside and stroked every inch of the inside of Sam's mouth.

Kissing. It was wrong, and Sam shouldn't do it. Not with his brother, but it was something he could handle, something he liked, enjoyed and it wasn't as bad, as wrong as the other stuff Dean was trying to do to him. Sam melted into the kiss, giving as good as he got, running his tongue along the interior of Dean's mouth, tangling with Dean's.

When Dean pulled up, he was a bit out of breath. Wiping the pad of his thumb over Sam's lips, he went to work on his throat. Oh yeah, this was Sam's SPOT.

Sam's eyes fluttered open slightly, as he gazed up at him under his lashes. As Dean's hands went to his throat, Sam closed his eyes, neck arching as a low moan tumbled from his parted lips. Uh, hello, BROTHER! I'm sorry, I can't hear you. Leave a message and I'll get back with you. You ass! I'm apparently going to hell anyway. Another moan broke from Sam's throat as Dean's continued to touch his neck, throat, this time with his mouth, and probably longer than he would have had it not been so obvious that this was Sam's pleasure spot, but at the moment, Sam really didn't care.

"You're so soft here... God Sam," Dean continued to kiss, and lick and suck for far longer than he intended. Each of the sounds that Sam made had him fighting to maintain his control. His cock had quickly gone from hard to rock hard and he could barely think with the that ache pulsing between his legs. "Taste so good. Makes me want to climb on top of you and..."

And? You don't want him to finish that thought. I don't? No. Trust me, you don't. Sam's breaths were panting out as Dean pulled his head away from his neck. Swallowing hard, he lowered his head, watching him.

Dean dropped a single kiss over Sam's chest and started to massage him again. Only he gave a lot of attention to Sam's nipples, watching them pebble, flicking his thumb over them. He moved his hands over Sam's sides, tracing the ridges of his well formed muscles. "Must work out a lot," he said. "You could be a model, and I'm not just saying that."

Sam closed his eyes to the sensations Dean was continuing to stir inside of him. His chest rising an falling with each breath he took. "Hmm?" Sam asked breathlessly, "No, not work out exactly, the job..." Sam panted, biting his lip as his head rolled on the pillow.

By the time he reached Sam's abs, images of getting on top of him, making him admit he liked what was happening, were torturing Dean's mind. He was well aware that Sam was fighting to keep his sanity, same as Dean was, but Sam had no fucking reason to. "Here... you'll like this. Penetration," he said thickly, kissing along Sam's abs, then dipping his tongue inside his navel.

Sam's eyes widened, "Wha!? Pene-" Sam raised up slightly, head coming off the pillow, "No, no penetration!" When Dean's tongue dipped into his belly button, Sam nearly sighed in relief, dropping back down, head rolling as his cock throbbed, the towel Dean had placed over his waist tenting drastically.

Dean held him down and kept laving at his navel until he finally stopped trying to move. When he lifted his head, he smiled and ran his hand over the now tenting towel. "Not yet. We leave the best for last," he said, quickly moving down to Sam's thighs.

He squeezed and stroked Sam's powerful thighs, kneading flesh and muscle. Then he moved down his leg, all the way to his feet. Moving around the bed, he took Sam's arm, placed it flat on the bed and massaged it, watching as Sam's breathing became more even. He paid special attention to Sam's hand, whispering about how strong it was, how nice and long is fingers were. Then he put Sam's palm onto his own face, and brought it down his chest, before gently placing it back on the bed and moving on to his other arm.

Sam had managed to get his breathing back under control, and was starting to relax again. Okay, he could do this, this was alright. This wasn't bad. It was a bit more racey than he would normally do with his brother, but hey, at least Dean was stopping with the penetration comments and the touching him in places that he most definitely shouldn't be.

When he was done, Dean put his hands on Sam's thighs and started pushing the towel up, revealing Sam a little at a time. "Still hard. Good." He cleared his throat and ran his hand over Sam's thick shaft, closing his fingers around it. "Time for your ‘happy ending’. Do you want me sitting on you or standing here?"

Uh, hate to bother you, but you feel that draft? That would be the towel being pushed up. No, it couldn't be, Dean wouldn't... No, Dean wouldn't, but the side-show geisha doll version of Dean would. Sam's eyes popped open, just in time for Dean's hand to wrap around his cock. Sam's entire body jerked, muscles tensing, his cock twitching and pulsing in Dean's hand. "No," Sam pulled up to almost sitting, as he shook his head, "No, we can't do this," he told him, eyes wide. "You're my brother, dammit!" So much for playing into this little mind warp thing Dean had going. There was a line and they had just crossed it.

"You don't want me to..." crestfallen, Dean let him go. "I'll get someone else then. I'll send a whole line up in and you can pick who you like." His voice was husky, emotion-filled, and he didn't know why the fuck that was so.

Sam scrambled up and reached out and grabbing hold of Dean's wrist. "No! I don't want anyone else, I want you... I mean..." he licked his lips and huffed, looking away. Looking back at him, Sam narrowed his eyes, "Do you have a brother, Dean? Hmm? I can't do that with you because... because dammit, you're..." Okay, he doesn't remember, be careful here... "because you remind me of him. It's not that I don't want you, I... I don't want to be that guy, the one that lets his brother get him off, ya know?"

He shook his head. "Didn't seem to be a problem when we were lap dancing, you liked hearing about him." He licked his lips, "it's fine, you don't have to explain."

Someone from another room climaxed with a load groan, and Dean's head hung. Yeah he'd failed for the first time. "I'll get you someone with dark hair, dark eyes, alright... just hang tight." He didn't look at Sam, didn't know if he was only upset because of his failure or... yeah, there was more. He'd looked forward to this, and wanted to see Sam's face, wanted him to come for him... because of him.

Sam's eyes widened slightly at the description Dean gave. If he didn't remember him, didn't know they were brother's how in the hell had he just described Sam's exact 'type'?... in a woman, of course. Sam grit his teeth and tugged Dean's wrist he still held, pulling him back as Sam moved to stand before him, his nudity forgotten in that moment as he leaned in and slanted his mouth over Dean's, kissing him hard, holding him so tightly there was nowhere that they weren't touching. When Sam pulled his head back slightly to look into his brother's green eyes he shook his head. "Don't walk out that door. No one else. Just you. Please."

Dean's breaths came out hard and quick. He was confused, didn't know what to think as he stared at Sam, cocking his head. "You sure?" His heart was beating so hard, he could hear it in his own ears and he had no explanation. He'd done this so many times, what the hell... why was Sam different? Gripping his hips, he pushed him to the bed. "You can sit if you prefer," he offered.

Once Sam was sitting with his long legs dangling but almost touching the floor, Dean closed his fingers around Sam's shaft. The way Sam's nostrils flared at his touch sent blood surging straight to Dean's cock. "Relax." He started to jack him, slowly, lovingly, staring into his eyes, watching as Sam's eyes glazed over... darkened.

Sam's body tensed as Dean wrapped his hand around him again, but he tried to hide it. Only his face seemed to show that it affected him and much to Sam's horror, it wasn't in a bad way. No, on the contrary Dean's touch was making him impossibly harder. He tried to ignore it, staring back into his brother's eyes, but his body responded without his permission.

Switching hands, he oiled Sam up, his fist gliding up and down more smoothly now, and more rapidly. Not part of the treatment, but he didn't care, he leaned in and started to kiss Sam's throat, that spot... that magic spot.

Sam's head tilted back as Dean leaned in and started to kiss this throat, lips parting as low moans and soft groans left him, his hips starting to thrust his cock into Dean's fisted hand. His breaths panted, chest rising and falling with each and somewhere in Sam's mind he kept telling himself he had to fight this, it was his brother, dammit all. A soft whimper escaped him as Sam bit down on his lip, eyes rolling under closed lids. "Oh God..."

Dean didn't relent. He squeezed and slid his hand up, his motions growing faster, matching the telling thrusts coming from Sam. God, he smelled so good, tasted so good, felt so good in his hand. His reactions, so honest... do damned perfect. Dean was so fucking close to moving and gripping Sam's knee between his thighs and humping him, it was ridiculous. Intense desire like this belonged to the client, not to him. But there wasn't a damned thing he could do about it, so he put all his energy into giving Sam what Sam needed.

God, it felt so good, but Sam continued to fight against his body, fight against the urge to cum to give himself what he hungered for. Fight it, you have to fight it. I AM fighting it. Well, you're doing a piss poor job of it. Try harder. I'm doing the best I can! Sam drew in a shakey breath as he fought to maintain some control over himself. But it wasn't working, not even a little bit, not anymore. Heat pooled low in his belly, his balls drawing up impossibly tight.

He felt Sam's body tense, and knew he was about to come. "Yeah baby, come for me. Please," he muttered against his throat, pulling back to look into his face.

Oh God, no! No! No! Sam's eyes snapped open, passion glazed and full of regret, sorrow, a plea for forgiveness clear in their hazel depths. "I'm so sorry, Dean, I can't.." he squeezed his eyes closed, his hips bucking, a groan breaking from deep in his throat, "I can't stop it anymore!" Sam nearly screamed as his hands rose to grab hold of Dean, fingertips digging into his bare skin as Sam grit his teeth, his hips thrusting a few more times and then he was cumming, spilling hot spunk onto his brother's fisted hand. "Oh God, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry...." the words were panted out of him as he came hard, muscles tense, face a deep shade of crimson, his neck arched back.

"I gotcha... I gotcha Sammy," Dean held him close, like a lover, not like a client. Closed his eyes as he felt the last shudders rippling through Sam, felt Sam's fingers slowly relax and release him. "Nothing to be sorry about. It was beautiful. Like you. You're beautiful." He kissed him, and looked into his embarrassed face. "I wish... I wish you did love me. We'd be three times away from freedom, and I'd get to keep you." He brushed Sam's hair out of his eyes. "I think I'd like that. I think I'd like it a lot."

Sam looked down at the floor, still embarrassed and horrified that he'd just let his brother jack him off. He huffed softly, "You say that now..." yeah, if Dean remembered any of this later, he'd likely get his ass kicked, which, as he thought about it, was nothing more than he deserved.

Sam wrapped his arms around Dean's waist and laid his head against his stomach. "Three more times, huh?" he sighed and drew in a deep breath. "Never ever tell me again that I need to take one for the team." he grumbled, before pulling his head up and looking up at Dean. "What else can you sell me that won't make me have to sell your, I mean, my car?"

He quirked an eyebrow. "I'm not worth...?"

(A/N: Due to reader lack of interest, I won't be posting further chapters here. If you were reading, you can go to my LJ. Thanx)