Hard 7

Licking is lips, Dean rolled over on top of Sam, adjusting his body so that his knee was between Sam's legs, his thigh pressing into his semi hard cock, rubbing against it. "You do, don't you?" His mouth descended over Sam's very wicked mouth, kissing him lightly, pulling away, then crushing his lips over Sam's in a forceful kiss... venting all of his earlier desires. He loved how soft Sam's lips were, soft yet firm and defined under his. Loved how he tasted, slightly sweet from the purple nurples, and very sexy. Their tongues moved together, tangling, battling. Dean cupped Sam's neck, running his hand up and down, rubbing his thumb over the brunette's ear as their kisses grew wilder.

Sam gasped in a breath, body jerking slightly at the pressure of Dean's thigh against his semi-hard cock. He was about to answer Dean, when he kissed him instead and then all thought was lost as the kisses became wilder, more passionate. Sam moaned softly, his hips thrusting against Dean's leg, making him moan louder, arms wrapped around Dean, hands gripping him, fingertips digging into his flesh.

He moved over Sam with deliberate motions, his free hand stroking, exploring, his body setting a rocking rhythm that Sam couldn't ignore, couldn't fight. The press of Sam's arousal against his thigh was his prize. Hell... what a prize, just the thought of how Sam was feeling was making Dean's cock twitch... start to pay attention again. "Want you to need me like I needed you," he said between kisses. "Want you to want it... this ...so bad, you think you might cry. Want you so crazy... you'll do anything, do something you'd never do if you were thinking straight."

Between Dean's movements and his own, it wasn't long until Sam was rock hard and aching, breaths coming harder. Already done things I never thought I'd do, Dean. You just have no idea. God, you have no idea. For some reason, and he didn't want to think too hard on it, Sam didn't feel bad about it like he thought he would, maybe he was more evil than he thought he was, but he didn't feel bad at all about the things he had done with Dean, his brother. Sam sucked in a sharp breath as he arched his hips harder against Dean's thigh. "Oh God, babe..."

He did, he wanted Sam like that.. hot and desperate. He knew Sam was a virgin. He knew he was a bit scared, or at least trying to be conservative in what he tried. But Dean had the inexplicable need to make this man forget everything, everything but how his body could burn and need, everything but how good Dean knew he could make him feel. Lifting his head, he looked into Sam's eyes. Yeah he was using every trick in the book, but it wasn't a trick. "This isn't a line. I want this for you... for me," he said thickly, pleading with Sam to believe him. "I don't..." How could a sex worker explain it wasn't just sex? Yeah, that's what Sam had demanded, but did he realize it was what he was getting, despite the moves Dean was pulling? "I hardly ever kiss anyone. If we don't kiss again, I think I"m gonna die."

Sam gave a breathy chuckle, "Funny, you've been...." he moaned, "kissing me all night..." His head rolled, eyes closing, "God Dean..."

"Have I?" A thrill ran through Dean as he caught Sam's moan with his mouth. "Remind me again." All bets were off now. He wanted, needed, had to have Sam just like he'd been imagining since giving him the massage. Crushing his mouth down over Sam's, he gave him a no holds barred kiss, taking control of it, playing with Sam's tongue, battling it, then tongue fucking him to the rhythm of his own thrusts until both of them ran completely out of breath.

Sam groaned into the kiss, his hands clutching at Dean, holding him tightly, hips thrusting against him, aching for release.

Gasping for air, Dean moved down to Sam's throat, kissing, licking, nipping... and sucking that spot. Oh yeah, his reactions were such a fucking turn on, Dean was hard all over again. He gripped Sam's wrists, and brought them low, next to Sam's hips, pinning them close to his body as he took his time, straddling, then torturing his flesh from chest down. He'd bring every inch of Sam alive, have every cell in his body crying out for more... like Sam had done for him.

Sam gasped as Dean kissed his throat, his neck, low moans and groans leaving him, he writhed in the bed, trembling, fingertips digging into the skin of Dean's back as he held him, arching his neck back, to the side, in any direction he could for Dean to suck, lick, kiss his throat more, harder. His cock throbbed between his legs, leaking precum as he thrust his hips, grinding them against Dean.

When Dean grabbed his wrists pinning them to the bed, he arched up into the wet heat of Dean's mouth on his flesh. "Oh God, babe, please..." he sucked in a ragged breath, chest heaving, breaths panting out. Sam bucked his hips, hitting only air, wanting, needing more. A soft groan tore from his throat as he grit his teeth, eyes closed.

As Dean moved lower, Sam's cock left damp heat along his thigh and stomach. Looking up at his lover once, Dean lowered his mouth over his stomach, still holding him firmly in place. "So perfect... so fuckin' perfect," he spoke against skin stretched taut over muscle. Felt Sam quiver as he moved lower and licked the side of his cock, from base to head. Sucking lightly on his tip, he used his tongue to wipe the precum off his slit, then swirled his tongue around and pulled back. "Want to penetrate my mouth?" This time, he expected 'yes' for an answer.

Sam thrashed, his body writhing, head tossing, neck arched as he thrust his hips upward, needing friction. He gulped in breaths, chest rising and falling with each one. Hands fisted in the bed linens, knuckles turning white as he held on, bit his lip a groan tearing from his throat. His stomach muscles clenched, rippling under Dean's mouth, a small whimper of need breaking from him. His body quivered, shuddered as Dean licked his cock in long stokes, base to tip. When Dean sucked lightly on the head, Sam's body spasmed, eyes squeezed tightly closed. "Oh God, please..." he drew in a breath between clenched teeth, head rolling, tossing. "More, need more, please..." Sam nodded as he panted, opening his eyes to look down at his brother, "Oh God yes! Take me in your mouth! Suck my dick, baby, oh God... I wanna see your lips wrapped around me..." Sam's head lifted off the pillow before crashing back down, "FUCK!"

The desperation of the man thrashing under him, begging in graphic terms... something he doubted came naturally to Sam... ignited Dean, heating his blood, making him burn with desire. Lifting his head, he opened his mouth and once Sam's eyes were glued on him, he dipped his head down, holding Sam's thick cock and taking it deep into his mouth. So hard, Sam was so fucking hard he had to be hurting. Just the thought had Dean practically humping the mattress.

Sam's breaths panted out as he watched Dean take his cock deep into his mouth only to hold his breath on a deep groan at he feel of the warm wetness surrounding his aching cock. "Oh God..." Sam groaned out the words, as he squeezed his eyes closed for a moment before opening them once more. His hips thrusting upward trying to get friction, to get movement. God, it felt so good, but his cock ached, throbbed, needed more. Hips jerking he writhed on the bed, low moans and groans breaking from deep in his throat.

He held Sam's cock in his mouth, wetting it and hardly sucking on it. Any friction Sam got was from his own efforts, his jerky movements making his cock collide against the back of Dean's throat and his cheeks. Instead, Dean concentated on touching, squeezing and stroking Sam's balls, and the base of his cock. He teased, running his thumb over the sensitive spot behind Sam's sack. Then, closing two fingers around the base of sam's cock, he started to stroke up and down across an inch of skin until the point where it met his still mouth. He'd wanted Sam crazy for him, he would get it.

Sam thought he was going insane as Dean teased him, pushing further. Breaths panted out as his head tossed on the pillow. His chest rising and falling with each labored breath he took, his face was flushed as he looked up unseeingly toward the ceiling, lips parted, mind in a passion-filled daze. "Please... Ohgod, Please, Dean..." he swallowed hard, before panting his breaths out more, hands clenched into fists at his sides. His back arched, as he tried to grind himself against Dean's hands, a thin sheen of sweat covered his flesh. One hand rose to grip the headboard above him as his head thrashed. "No more... I can't... ohmygod.. please!"

When he thought Sam couldn't endure anymore, he pulled up and off his cock, stroking it hard a couple of times in his fist, then he took Sam in his mouth again. This time he sucked hard, moving his head up and down, giving him the pressure he needed, letting him have it as hard as he wanted. A groan broke out of him. He started to humm around Sam's cock, sucking harder, until his cheeks hollowed out. That's it Sammy... that's it... I've got you.

Sam groaned as Dean started to stroke him, his back slowly lowering onto the bed again, hand still holding the headboard in a white knuckled grip. "Aaugh...." as Dean took him back into his mouth and started to suck, Sam went wild, bucking his hips hard and fast, thrusting his cock into Dean's mouth. "Ohgod, oh yeah, yeah, don't stop, don't stop..."

No way he was gonna stop. Not when his lover was begging him so sweet. Not when he was so wild with need that Dean's own cock was leaking. He sucked harder around Sam's hotly throbbing dick, giving him as much pressure as he could... trying to push him over the edge.

Sam's neck arched as he grit his teeth, bit his lip. Muscles tensed, body going rigid as he held his breath, heat pooling low in his stomach, balls drawing up. "Gonna...." he ground out, muscles straining as his hips thrust erratically, "come..." Sam's head lifted up off the pillows, as he gasped in a breath, eyes opening, "Now!" his head slamming back onto the pillows as he started to come hard and hot, neck arching back, eyes closed, lips parted, breaths panting out.

Ready for him, Dean pulled back slightly and started to swallow. Taking everything Sam offered, hot spurts of liquid hitting the back of his throat. He sucked lightly, making sure not a drop spilled from his mouth, and eventually peeled his lips off.

Sam lay panting, his eyes opening, but unseeing as his head rolled, trying to catch his breath. He licked his lips, blinking his eyes slowly to get lips parted as he drew in ragged deep breaths.

Arms on either side of Sam's body, he crawled up until his face was over Sam's. His lover looked so damned fucked out. Eyes glazed over. Lips red from biting too hard. Cheeks flushed, hair sticking to his forehead. "Never wanted anyone... anything... like I want you," Dean whispered almost harshly, knowing it was true even if he couldn't remember.

Lowering himself over Sam, Dean kissed him, let him feel his still hard cock. "You're so beautiful. Way you look." He kissed again. "Way you sound," another kiss. "Way you taste... like vanilla and salt," he said, knowing it was the oils he'd rubbed into Sam's skin earlier. "When I get out of here, I'm gonna find you. If you want me to," he added, fear creeping into his gut. "Unless you have a perfect life, with a perfect wife, and perfect kids somewhere..."

Sam moaned softly at the feel of Dean's body, his arousal pressing against him, a soft smile pulling at his lips as he looked up at him before meeting each kiss, returning it. Sam frowned softly up at Dean when he spoke of getting out, he shook his head. "No," he told him softly, voice still slightly breathless, husky, "no perfect life," he gave a small huffed laugh looking away, "no wife or kids either." His gaze met Dean's again, "And yeah, we'll be together when you get outta here," he gave a soft sad smile, "you'll see," his head tilted slightly against the pillow, "if you even remember me anyway." Sam somehow didn't think Dean would, at least not like this. There was a part of him that was glad, it meant he could do what he wanted with Dean, here, now... while at the same time, another part mourned the loss of someone he thought he could actually see himself falling for... and how fucked up was that? To fall for your own brother?

"I'll remember. How could I forget?" Dean asked, but he knew he'd already forgotten a lot. But no, those who had paid off their servitude, they did remember. He knew that from the things they said before they left. There was also one person, a dealer at one of the tables who stayed voluntarily. She said her life here was better than on the outside, but she remembered both.

Sam's sad smile stayed in place, though he didn't answer. Because you don't even remember being my brother now, I doubt you'll remember being my lover later.

"I just have to..." he laughed though he was a bit shakey at thought. " I just have to make you fall in love with me tonight... then you can buy me six more times." Yeah, he knew sex, even super hot sex wasn't the same as love. But he had to hope, had to... or he was stuck working for as long as it took to earn his $70 grand and go after Sam.

Sam quirked a brow up at him, "Buy you six more times?" he huffed and shook his head, "Dude, if I try buying you any more, I'm gonna have to sell myself just to earn the money." He chuckled, "And who the hell would buy that!?" he shook his head, "Sorry, baby, but this is all I got."

"This is the last time?" Dean asked, stunned. "But we won some of your... oh, end of game?" He swallowed hard, trying to take the news that maybe this was a scenario Sam played over and over, with different people. Maybe he was as filthy rich as the woman who'd been wanting him all night. Maybe this was... it really was just another fantasy of his. His smile was pained, and didn't reach his eyes. "Guess we'd better make it count then, Mr. Hagar."

Sam frowned up at Dean, first not understanding the name, then remembering the last name on the first crediit card Sam had given him. Dean's idea of funny. Reaching up, Sam gripped his upper arms. "Don't, okay? It's not like that and you know it." He shook his head, knowing Dean was trying to distance himself again. "I'm not playing you and this means everything to me," he paused and the look in his hazel eyes softened, "I told you.... I love you," he added softly, "But I have a job to do, a destiny... I don't have a lot of money, the most valuable things I have in my life are that car out front that belongs to my brother and my brother, that's it. Everything else in my life is crap. So, stop trying to make this into something it isn't, Dean. I love you, dammit and if you can't see that," he shook his head with a sigh, "then I think I'm wasting my time here."

"Love me, but you're gonna leave me. You're not coming back." He tried to accept, he did. And when he couldn't, he turned to the thing he was best at. Covering Sam's mouth with his, he started to kiss him. It was no ordinary kiss. It was a kiss filled with heartbreak, a desire for things that could not be, and a need... a need to change Sam's mind. To make him see no destiny was worth never coming back to this. Make him find a way to make it work... to do his thing, but give Dean some of his time. And alright... a lot of his money, but he could help Sam earn some at the casino.

Sam moaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms slowly around Dean and holding him tightly in his arms. God this felt so good, so right, even when Sam knew it was so wrong.

"Waste just a little more of your time on me... please," he asked as his mouth moved to Sam's throat, his hand searching Sam's body, groping him like they hadn't just been at it, like they didn't need to rest. He would get him hard again, he would show him everything was possible... it was... even this.

"Believe me, believe I love you and I'll be here as long as you need me to be." Sam told him growing breathless again, as he arched against Dean's touch, wanting it, needing it, like he needed to breathe. "You're gonna," Sam told him as he reached up, holdng each side of Dean's head in his hands, kissing him hard, speaking between passion filled kisses, "come with me, leave when I do, I'm not leaving you here."

"Sure. Sure I will Sam. I think I lo..." he swallowed. Where had that come from? Lowering his mouth again, he kissed Sam, hard. His cock was painfully thick, pressing... rubbing against Sam's each time he moved his hips. All he seemed to be able to do right now was focus on him, on his lover, want him... want him so much everything else he was trained to think about - money, tricks to get him back, tips - all of it went out the window.

He touched and groped, memorizing everything he could about Sam. The breadth of his shoulders, the way he tensed and responded when you touched the side of his throat on the left side, the way his abs felt when they tightened, giving even more definition to his sculpted muscles. The sounds he made... sounds that drove Dean nuts. The way he fucked up against Dean's thigh when Dean pushed his leg between Sams. "Oh God. Turn over Sam... let me fuck you." Moving his mouth over Sam's ear, he whispered, "let me penetrate you."

Sam writhed and moaned, responding to every touch, every caress and wanting, needing more. Arching against Dean, thrusting his hips, lips parted, breaths panting out, hands gripping, clinging, fingertips digging in to Dean's flesh. His head thrashed, neck arched, muscles tensing and tightening, breaths gasping until he was nearly mewling, whimpering with need. Dean's words broke through his passion-fogged brain, making Sam freeze, eyes opening wide, as he lay looking up at him, still clinging tightly. "Dean, I -" he swallowed hard, shook his head, and bit his lip, "I've never... " Sam squeezed his eyes closed, biting his lip, as a deep blush slowly crept over his features.

"I know." He didn't mention he'd broken in quite a few virgins. "You hadn't tried anything else either. You trusted me," he pointed out, leaning his forehead against Sam's. "I won't hurt you. Just make you feel like... like you're a part of me, that's all I want." He kissed Sam, then lifted his head, "or we could do it a different way. No penetration." Course the second way usually lead to demands that they go the first way, he really was that skilled.

Sam opened his eyes and bit his lip, searching Dean's face he nodded slightly. "I trust you," he told him, "always have." he added more quietly. Licking his lips he drew in a shakey breath, "just - just, I dunno... go slow? I'm," he blew out a breath. He could fight demons and monsters, but this he was afraid of doing, for more than one reason. The idea of doing this with a guy, of having someone do that to him, was terrifing.... but it was Dean, it would be okay. Still, he was nervous, scared, unsure. Sam was a more dominant lover with women, but so far with Dean. he'd been like a virgin, nervous and unsure.

He swallowed hard as he looked up at Dean, "I - I want you, I'm just..." his gaze slid away, not wanting to admit his fears, not wanting his brother to think less of him. Clenching his jaw, Sam looked back and gave a slight nod, "Do it. I want you to."

"It's not a death sentence." Dean brushed Sam's lips with his. "You'll see... you'll see, Sammy."

Sam swallowed hard and nodded. Not what I'm used to either. Not what I would normally do... especially with my brother. He wanted Dean, he did, he was just not the kind of thing that he would normally do, not something he ever expected himself to do, not with anyone. Especially his own brother... there was still something about that, that continued to nag at him in the back of his mind. What if Dean remembered? What if he thought less of him later for it? Was angry? What then?

Enveloping Sam in his arms, Dean started to kiss him. He kissed him until they were both breathless and needy again, and then he rolled both of them onto their sides, facing each other. Sliding his hand down Sam's back, he stroked his ass... up and down, getting him used to being touched there, and closer and closer to his entrance, taking his time... keeping Sam's mind off it with mind drugging kisses.

Sam arched against Dean, small moans and gasps leaving him as Dean kissed and caressed him, made him feel so good, his touches and kisses blocking out everything but the two of them, the feelings between them, how good this was, how right, perfect.

He wanted Sam boneless and shaky in his arms and before he knew it, his lover would be begging to be breached. "Good, this is good Sam... taste good, feel good. Want to touch me too?"

Sam bit his lip, hips arching toward his brother's as he clung to him, arms wrapped tightly around him. "Oh God, Dean... feel so good." he moaned and arched, thrusting his hips forward and back, against Dean and back toward his hand. "Yeah," he breathed, "wanna touch you, feel you too." He slowly unwrapped an arm, letting a hand slip down, sliding it along Dean's back, as he bit his lip, hazel orbs locked on green. "Show me how... wanna make you feel good," he whispered softly.

"Any way you touch me makes me feel good," Dean answered, meeting Sam's every thrust with one of his own, their cocks rubbing against one another. "Just touch me."

Sam frowned, brows drawn together, as he worried his bottom lip thoughtfully, slowly reaching, searching, discovering his brother's body. Hands, fingers mimicking Dean's, watching Dean's face, his responses, reactions to his touch.

Dean turned to the side and grabbed the lube off the night stand, gripped its cap with his mouth and pulled. Spitting it out, he lubed his fingers, and dropped the tube down onto their bods, across their hips, still touching as they faced each other. "Use it on me, if you want," he said, making it sound dirty. Then he was leaning over, kissing Sam's throat, and moving his lubed fingers between his ass cheeks, finding his tight hole... touching him softly, each touch with just a little more pressure.

Sam's gaze flickered to the lube, then back to his brother's face, jaw set in a determined line as he nodded slightly, pulling a hand away from Dean's body to dip his fingers in the lube, before reaching for Dean again. Hand cupping Dean's ass, lubbed fingers against his tight hole as Sam bit his lip harder, his frown deepening. But then Dean was kissing his throat and Sam forgot to be nervous, to concentrate, to do much of anything but feel as his head tilted back, lips parting in a soft gasp, hips thrusting harder. He drew in a ragged breath, his hand on Dean's ass cupping harder, fingertips breaching him in the process, as he arched against Dean. "Oh God... more... feels so good..."

"Doing good baby, making me feel so good," he answered, breathlessly. Like he wasn't some expert at this. Like he'd never done this before. Then it hit him, that's exactly how if felt with Sam. Like everything was new. Pleasure to be discovered, fresh, virgin territory... like he was living it through his lover.

As he sank two fingers deeper into Sam, Dean kissed his face, his eyes, along his cheekbones, and tracing his jaw, occasionally bringing their mouths together but moving away before their tongues touched. He wanted nothing more than to give Sam the best 'first time' he could manage, wanted to be sure he'd never forget this moment... the moment he became Dean's... whether it was just a fantasy or the truth. That didn't matter so much anymore, not when Dean's world was now narrowed, focused on the man he was touching and kissing and loving.

Sam's lips pressed into a thin line before catching his bottom lip between stright white teeth, eyes opening, he gazed into Dean's face through lowered lids, pupils lust blown, eyes glazed. He groaned softly, thrusting his hips against Dean, sliding their cocks together harder as his breaths panted out. "So good... perfect... so perfect with you, b--" he bit his lip to keep from calling Dean his brother, from thinking about it, instead losing himself in the sensations, the delicious ache.

Curling his fingers as he pushed in just a little deeper, he caressed Sam's sensitive spot, lightly at first, but giving it a lot of attention... touching it with each press of his fingers.

Sam's eyes widened slightly, as he ground back against the fingers inside him, then pulling away and grinding his groin against Dean's back and forth. "Ohmygod, ohmygod..." Sam gasped, a low whimper sounding deep in his throat as his head rolled on the pillow. He licked his lips body tensing against the feelings inside him, eyes slowly closing. He sucked in a ragged breath, his hands gripping Dean tighter, fingertips digging in to flesh.

"I gotcha... I gotcha," Dean whispered thickly, fucking back against Sam's damp cock, and concentrating on sliding his fingers in and out, preparing Sam while letting him discover the pleasures he might only have dreamed about. He loved how Sam didn't hold back, he let out the sounds that wanted to escape from him, and moved back and forth... seeking, searching, finding the friction he needed both inside him, and against his dick.

Sam's reaction enflamed Dean's own need. He was impossibly hard, his cock pulsing... aching. He wanted so badly to be inside Sam, wanted to feel Sam squeezing him, wanted to hear his cries as he fucked him. He groaned against Sam's mouth, sucking his lower lip into his mouth and letting go. "Need you ... so bad, Sam. Want to be in you."

Sam gasped and groaned, panted in his breaths as he opened passion glazed eyes and looked at Dean. Licking his lips he nodded, "M'kay, yeah..." he drew in a ragged breath, arching against Dean and thrusting his ass back against those probing fingers that made white sparks dance behind his eyes. "Yes, Oh God..." he groaned out the words, his cock aching, leaking precum between them, throbbing for release.

Sam's hands slid up Dean's back to hold him tighter in his arms, before Sam moved his head, slanting his mouth over Dean's and kissing him hard, wild, fingers threading through the short silken strands of his hair. "God... want you..." he kissed him again, nipping at his lips, teeth knocking, "so much."

"Done." Dean let Sam plunder his mouth for as long as he could, before giving him a last, hard kiss and asking him to roll over onto his other side. His chest now pressed to Sam's back, Dean rubbed his cock along the cleft of Sam's ass, kissing his neck, whispering in his ear about all the ways he wanted... needed him. Then wrapping his arm around his lover's waist, Dean got up onto his knees, pulling Sam up so he was on in front of him, also on his knees.

Sliding his hands up and down Sam's sides, his chest, his abs, he kissed his neck and back some more. Loving how he felt in his arms, loving it so damned much. Sliding one hand down, he took Sam's hand and brought it over Sam's cock, showing him that he should pump himself. For a moment, he watched over Sam's shoulder, his cock twitching at the sight of Sam's fist moving over his own hard flesh.

Groaning, Dean suddenly put his hand on the middle of Sam's back and shoved him down, one arm around his waist making sure his ass was up in the air... exposed to him. He kissed along Sam's spine, licking and mumbling over his heated flesh as he lubed himself and aligned his cock with Sam's tight hole. "Hold on... hold on baby," he crooned as he started to push inside, squeezing his eyes shut at the explosion of sensations making him want to forget Sam was new at this... making him want to fuck him right there, no holds barred.

On his hands and knees, Sam rocked, lifting on hand up again to grip his cock, pumping himself hard, low moans leaving him, his head tilted back, lips parted. Feeling Dean align the blunt tip of his cock with his hole, Sam moved, ground himself back. He would never have thought he would do it, never had thought about it before, and part of him was terrified of the idea, but he wanted, needed this, needed Dean, so damn much, and he didn't care anymore how. "Please..." he moaned the word, before biting his lip, his fisted hand moving faster, pumping himself harder, his hips moving almost on their own, matching the movements of his fist.

The single word was all it took. Dean gripped Sam's hips, his fingers digging into his lover's flesh, sure to leave marks. In a single hard thrust, he buried his cock deep inside Sam, groaning as he was completely sheathed in his lover's heat. "Oh God... oh God baby... don't move... don't move so much," he begged, trying to keep still, to hold it together while Sam's body adjusted to his invasion.

Sam gasped as he threw his head forward, lips parted as he panted out his breaths, chest rising and falling hard with each one, his hand against the mattress gripped the sheets in a white knuckled grip, the hand on his cock stuttered for a moment before returning to the same speed and grip. Gritting his teeth, a deep shudder wracked Sam's frame before he slowly pulled his head up and swallowed hard. Starting to move his hips again, thrust himself into his fisted hand, he pressed back against Dean's cock in his ass, back arching as his head pulled up, falling back. "Oh sweet God..." he groaned.

The urge to thrust hard and deep swept over Dean, making him grip Sam tighter as he denied himself. "Angh... Sam, slow down," he ground out, trying his best to hold still, to fight the need to fuck, to prevent himself from pulling out and burying himself into Sam over and over, before he was ready. Taking a few labored breaths, he snapped, "don't move," and started to slowly move his hips back and forth, giving his aching cock such slight relief it was worse than not moving at all. A sheen of sweat covered his body, and a droplet fell from his forhead. He was gonna make this good for Sam... even if it killed him, his lover would not feel any pain.

Sam stilled, kneeling there on his hands and knees, biting his lip a soft whimper escaping him as he ran his thumb over the head of his cock smearing precum. He drew in a ragged breath and let it out in a low groan. "Feel... god, so full, so stretched... need you... I ache, throb for you, Dean." He bit his lip and tried again to move, smaller thrusts into his fisted hand, gently pushing back. "Please, baby... I... I want it, needit."

"Oh God... oh God Sam, you make it so damned hard. To. Go. Slow," he grit out, between gentle thrusts. Fuck. He'd never had so much difficulty holding back. Where the hell was his control now that he needed it. Now that it counted more than anything? Out the fucking window, that's where.

Sam gasped and groaned, thrusting back against Dean behind him as he fucked his own fist. Loud moans and groans leavig him at the sensations. Fuck! Oh. God. Fuck.!

Once again, he moved his hand to Sam's back, pressing down and making him go down to his elbows. Taking a few audible breaths, he started to move. He drew himself half way out of Sam, then thrust, impaling him. White hot sparks shot through Dean as Sam closed tight around him, squeezing him. "Oh God... so fucking tight Sam..."

Sam gasped, gritting his teeth, "Ohgod... fuck baby..." a soft whimper sounded deep in his throat as he pumped himself harder, blocking out the small amount of pain. "So full, holy God, I can feel you so much... so full..."

Dean pulled out farther this time, almost all the way out and slammed back into Sam, skin slapping against skin, his balls colliding with Sam's. Holy ... gritting his teeth, Dean lost his battle for control. His hips started to snap forward, over and over, in uncontrolled motions as he gave in, took what he needed. Sam... hard and fast, each thrust so hard, he knew Sam would feel him for days. It wasn't how he wanted this to be, but it was how it had do be. "Love how you feel... love... you," he crooned as he fucked him, replacing Sam's hand with his own, closing his fist around Sam and working his cock.

Sam cried out as Dean started to slam into him, he grit his teeth, thrusting himself back against Dean, his hips down into the fist, first his own then Dean's pumping his aching cock. He gasped in his beaths over and over, sweat dotted his brow, his back arched as he clenched tigher around Dean, hands gripping handfuls of the sheets below them. "Deeeean!" he threw his head back, lips parted, "Ohgod, I love you, bro, I love you, fuck! Fuck! Oh God!"

Fucking with wild abandon... desperate for more... more of Sam, more of the press and slide of muscle against rippling muscle, needing... wanting to be a part of Sam in every way, "Yeah... yeah baby," he licked Sam's throat, sucked on it. His words... bro... they reverberated in Dean's mind. This way bro. I gotcha bro. I can't believe you're my brother! He took a few breaths, tried to ignore the distracting echoes in his head. He fucked harder, trying to make the sounds go away, but they wouldn't.

He licked his lips, then nipped Sam's throat. "Kiss me," he demanded, forcing his tongue deep inside the wet heat of Sam's mouth the instant his lover turned his head and gave him access. Images started to assault his mind. Catching Sam as someone struck him... not someone but something. Himself, dropping to his knees, blood streaming from the side of his mouth, and Sam's hand reaching out to pull him up. I gotcha bro.. "Sam?"

Sam turned his head, eagerly accepting his brother's tongue into his mouth, tangling it with his own a low moan tearing from deep in his throat. So good... so good...

Squeezing his eyes shut, trying to push back those memories, Dean fought with them. But lost. And even with the knowledge, even understanding now everything his brother had tried to tell him, believing him, knowing how wrong this was, he kept fucking, kissing... because he couldn't help himself, he needed Sam that bad.

As Dean broke their kissing, Sam hung his head, closing his eye tight as he rocked between Dean's fisted hand and his cock lodged deep in his ass, pressing, grinding, needing him so damn badly. Sam grit his teeth, a growled groan leaving him, as he thrust harder along with Dean.

Guilt wormed its way into Dean's stomach. "Sammy... Sam I remember now..." he licked his lips. "Can't stop... I remember, but can't... don't wanna... forgive me," he said, slamming into Sam harder, chasing the release he shouldn't need, and sure as hell didn't deserve. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry Sammy."

Sam's eyes popped open. Remembered? His mouth suddenly went dry, as he bit his lip. Don't leave me, don't hate me, I'm sorry. But, Dean wasn't pulling away in disgust, he wasn't saying how sick this was, wasn't kicking his ass for letting this happen. Sam's lips parted, as he threw his head back, slamming back against each of Dean's thrusts, his hips fucking his cock into his brother's hand. "Ohgod... no, Dean... don't... stop...." he grit his teeth as his head fell forward, breaths panting out hard.

He didn't know what to think... not that he was in any shape to think. He was being hit on all sides, by emotions, by fears, by questions, all... all of it eclipsed by his unbearable need to fuck... no to have his brother... and damn the consequences. His brother's 'don't stops' weren't helping any, were inflaming him further... fine... he'd let the chips fall where they may. If Sam was gonna hate him, if there was going to be awkwardness, ... whatever was gonna happen, would no matter what. They'd already done this much... might as well make the consequences worth it.

Closing his eyes against reality, Dean took. He took Sam's kisses, took them and tucked them away in his heart in case this was the last time. He took Sam's breaths, breathing in each time Sam exhaled. And he took Sam's virginity, fucking him, loving him, silently pleading with him to understand and to forgive.

So close... so close... Each powerful thrust of Dean's hips had them moving an inch forward. "Gonna come," he whispered hotly in Sam's ear, fucking just a little harder, burying himself as deep as he could, wishing... hoping it wasn't the last time. "Sammy... now..." he said, gripping Sam's cock tighter, moving his fist faster... coaxing him to come with him.

Sam's body tensed, arched, thrusting back hard and forward into his brother's fist. "Yeah, Ohgod, yeah, Dean... Fuck!" He grit his teeth, squeezing his eyes closed, head thrown back he turned it toward Dean, reaching up with one hand, he cupped the side of Dean's face, making him face him, kiss him. Tangling their tongues together, even outside of their mouths. A deep ragged cry broke from Sam's throat as his balls drew up painfully tight. In the next breath, he was coming hard and hot, dripping onto his brother's hand and the bed below them, their mouths crushed together swallowing up one another's moans and groans of pleasure, Dean's name muffled as it tore from Sam's throat.

Dean's cry of release mingled with Sam's. He kissed Sam for another moment, tasting him once again before he carefully pulled out and helped Sam to roll over onto his back. Grabbing handfuls of the dry parts of the silky sheets, he wiped him down, at first not looking directly into his eyes. "I don't know what to say. I'm not sure what you want to hear." He felt like he was negotiating a minefield, and one wrong move could cost him everything..

Sam lay looking up at his brother in a half daze, letting Dean wipe him off without moving, just breathing, trying to catch his breath. He was sore and he was sated, but it was worth it, even if Dean was about to punch him, as boneless as he was feeling at the moment, he wasn't even sure it would hurt all that bad. Sam frowned slightly up at Dean as he spoke. what I want to hear?

Dean swallowed and started to wipe himself too, surprised but pleased that Sam wasn't pulling away. Maybe he'd tired him out that much. "If you... if you hated this... all of this, then I don't know how to make it up to you, Sammy. I know it was a big sacrifice," he nodded, trying to find the courage to be truthful. "I... the things I said, 'bout how I felt.. feel," he shook his head. "They weren't."

Hazel eyes followed the motion of Dean's hands, watching as he cleaned himself up, but he still didn't respond, still lay silently, frowning. Sam licked his lips and drew in a deep shuddering breath, but that was as much noise as he made as he corner of his lips quirked slightly.

Lifting his eyes, he met Sam's, flinching slightly with fear. "They weren't made up... or fake. I... Sam, since that Siren thing, I knew... I mean it made me face the truth, one I couldn't tell you. I took the deal with the genie to get away from you, so... so you'd never know." A muscle throbbed in his jaw. "You can hit me at will."

Sam's smile fell as soon as Dean looked up at him. Let him sweat it out a little, it WAS the brotherly thing to do after all. He frowned slightly as he looked up at Dean and bit his lip before tearing his gaze away from Dean's face.

Sam nodded, "Yeah," he said, his voice still too husky, still too deep. He cleared his throat and tried again, "Yeah, it was a big sacrifice. You're right," he made a show of looking put out, licked his lips as he reached up and ran the back of a finger down Dean's cheek, a slight smile pulling at his lips. "But, as long as next time I get to be on top, I think we're good," he said, tilting his head to the side, his smile making his dimples show.

"Wha-- next time?" Dean blinked, then stared with wide open eyes, his heart racing as he tried to understand. "You... me..." he shook his head. "How come?" Okay, dumb question, he had meant 'how.'

Sam frowned and chuckled softly, "How come?" Sam pressed his lips together, "Uh, okay, maybe you don't want to..." he shrugged a shoulder and turned his head toward the door for a moment. He would have been more worried, would have felt hurt, but this didn't seem like upset Dean or grossed out Dean, more like confused Dean and well, that couldn't be too horrible. Sam grinned and looked back, "I still kicked your ass at body shots."

"I didn't say that I don't want..." He gave a short laugh, testing the waters, then a longer one, then he dropped down on the mattress next to Sam, his whole body shaking with his laughter. "Sam..." Licking his lips he turned. "You know you always have to let the customer kick your ass," he said, defending himself from any oncoming attack.

Sam quirked a brow, "Uh-huh, sure. And uh," Sam glanced down toward Dean's crotch then back up at his face, "all of you knew this little rule, huh?" he rolled his eyes and sighed, "Well, I could test that theory?" he smirked.

"Anytime," Dean agreed, leaned over and kissed him lightly, then looked into his face. "This is okay with you. Really?"

Sam quirked a brow, "You know there were other ways I could have gotten you out of here. I could have taken up a collection... sold the Impala..." he chuckled and nodded, "yeah, it's okay. I wasn't so sure for a while and I tried to fight it, but..." he reached up and ran a hand through his hair as he lifted his head off the pillow for a moment. Nodding, he looked over at Dean, "You sure you... I mean, it was kind of sprung on ya at an awkward moment." He looked down, blushing slightly.

"I'm sure." Watching the heat steal over Sam's cheeks, Dean knew he'd never get tired of seeing him like this, in his bed, at his side... them against the world, and the rules be damned. "I love you. Don't know when everything changed exactly. Don't care. If its good with you... then God help anyone who wakes me from this dream," he said, lowering his mouth over Sam's and showing him what was the only thing, only person, he truly and deeply cared for.

Sam had started to smile only to have Dean kiss him, a low moan sounding deep in his throat as he wrapped his arms around his brother, kissing him back, giving as good as he got. When they parted, Sam smiled up at him, "Whadda ya say we get the hell outta here?" he suggested, glancing past Dean at the interior of the room, before looking back into his face, "I meant what I said before, it looks like Traci Lords designed your room." He made a face.

"MMmm," Dean chuckled. "Yeah... we'll leave. Right after your milkbath. Nothing gets your skin so soft..."

* * *

They left the casino with a small pile of cash. The genie who'd made the deal with him explained they had a code of honor, and all those released from servitude received the pay they were owed. Course the idiot could have been a little less factual as he went on and on about how many customers Dean had satisfied.

The walked out into the parking lot and the heat bouncing off the concrete told Dean they were somewhere in the desert. Seeing his car in a distance, he grinned, more than glad Sam hadn't hocked it for cash. But one thing was bothering him. "I never realized what a cheapskate you are." He waited for Sam to turn to look at him. "Eighteen dollars for a lap dance? Jesus Sam, I'm worth a LOT more than that."

Sam huffed and rolled his eyes, reaching for the car door, "You're lucky you got that," he said, tugging open the passenger door and sliding inside.

Sam waited until Dean got in the drivers seat to look over at him, "Think about it, Dean. A - I don't go to strip joints, B- I didn't have a lot of cash if I was gonna buy your ass outta there, and well..." he made a face, "You kinda scared me a little, when the hell did you get that bendy?" he shuddered. "Next time we gotta crawl into a hole, YOUR ASS is the one going down there if you're THAT damn bendy!"

"Weren't complaining so much when it was YOUR ASS I was bending over," he said smugly, grabbing his glasses and shoving them on. Switching the music on, he backed out and gunned it toward the exit.

Sam looked over at him with a huff, "Selective memory, I guess..." he grumbled before sliding down in the seat and closing his eyes. "jerk."

"Bitch," he answered automatically, without even looking over at his brother, but unable to hide his happy grin.

THE END
(A/N: Thank you for your comments! Is anyone interested in a werewolf!Sam story where the boys are not brothers? In case you are interested, on my profile there is a link to my yahoo notify group where I post links to my stories as I post up chapters.)