Too Long

Sam frowned down at the pile of books spread out in front of him. He took a deep breath, slumped back in his chair and closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. He loved to study but some of this stuff seemed beyond him and he was struggling to grasp it.
He opened his eyes, jerking in surprise and causing his chair to fall backwards, slamming his head into the wall.
“Sammy, are you ok?”
Sam blinked stupidly for a minute. “Dean?”
“Yeah, who’d you think it was, the bogeyman?” Dean asked a little scornfully, a smirk playing around the corners of his mouth.
For a moment all Sam could think was that the bogeyman was much more likely to visit him at college than Dean was.
Dean grabbed his arm and hauled him up, but didn’t step back and Sam was all too aware of the way he licked his lips slowly, of the heat of his hand on Sam’s arm. Dean pressed a little closer and Sam glanced up, out of the large windows that lead into the main part of the college library.
He didn’t see anyone but he pushed Dean away from him, picking up his chair and sitting down quickly.
“What, no hug? I thought you’d be happy to see me.” Dean actually looked disgruntled.


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“If you go, stay gone.” Even though his face was still hard and defiant, Sam’s heart twisted painfully at his father’s harsh words.
Sam turned to leave, his bags heavy in his hands, handles cutting into his palms.
Dean sat silently in the corner, watching his brother.
Dean shook his head when Sam caught his eye and huffed out a laugh.
“You never said anything. You never let on.” Dean said casually, like he was talking about the weather.
Sam opened his mouth and stepped forward.
“Just go, Sam.” Sam recoiled at the harsh tone of Dean’s voice.
He tuned and left without looking back.
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“What are you doing here, Dean?”
Sam tried not to look at him; it had been so long…
“Came to see my baby brother at college, Sammy. Aren’t you happy to see me?” Dean leaned in close, those almost obscene lips touching his ear. “’Cos you should be.” Sam jumped when Dean’s hand landed right on his half hard cock and felt himself go rock solid. Dean’s teeth scraped his ear and Sam couldn’t suppress a small groan.
“Mmm, that’s good, Sammy.” Dean murmured and started to undo Sam’s jeans.
Sam struggled to get his mind off Dean’s mouth and onto how wrong this was. They were in a public place, after all.
“Dean, stop.” He put his hand over his brother’s, stopping him before Sam’s cock was in plain view for anyone who cared to look.
“Why? You want it, I want it. It’s been so long…” Dean slid his fingers down into Sam’s jeans and his hips jerked up at the touch. Dean smirked.
“Dean… There are people out there, look at the size of those fucking windows.” Sam protested.
“Well, we’ll just have to be stealthy about it then, won’t we?” Dean said slyly and Sam had the feeling he’d been waiting to say that. Dean dropped to his knees and crawled under the table.
Suddenly Sam was pulled forward, his stomach hitting the edge of the desk, knocking the wind out of him.
Dean finished undoing Sam’s jeans and pulled them down while Sam looked out into the library and silently begged everyone to stay away.
The first gust of Dean’s breath on his cock made Sam jerk and he gripped his pen tightly.
“Oh, fuck, Dean.” He breathed.
Dean chuckled and let his tongue flick over the head. Sam’s toes curled in his shoes. It really had been too long.
Suddenly Sam was engulfed in wet heat and he groaned loudly. Vaguely, he realised he’d snapped his pen in half, but Dean’s throat was working around his cock and he concentrated on willing himself not to come right then and there.
Dean pulled back with a wet pop and Sam bit his lip. Opening his eyes, he looked down to see that a jagged edge of his broken pen had cut into his palm.
“Fuck.” He breathed.
Dean’s tongue began working its way around Sam’s cock. He took several deep breaths but couldn’t stop his hips from jerking up, fucking Dean’s mouth. Dean just took it all, working away, humming oh so very quietly.
There was a knock on the door and it opened. Sam jumped hard, heart racing. He heard a faint choking noise and felt Dean’s fingernails bite into the soft flesh of his thighs. Sam tried not to laugh.
“Hey, sorry to disturb you, Sam.” The slim blonde smiled apologetically. Sam struggled to remember her name. Tess or something.
“Sure, what’s up?” Sam tried to sound normal, like his brother wasn’t under the table sucking him off.
“I was just wondering if you could help me out sometime. I’m in your latin class. I’m not doing very well, and I heard that you were acing it.”
Dean’s lips tightened around Sam’s dick and his tongue worked around a vein on the underside. Sam bit his lip and dropped a hand down onto Dean’s where it rested on his thigh. He dug his fingernails into the back of his brother’s hand.
Dean backed off a little.
“Sam, are you ok?” The girl was still standing there, waiting and Sam realised he hadn’t answered her. He dragged his mind back to her question.
“Y-Yeah, that’s fine. Sure, I can help you out.” Sam cleared his throat.
“Great!” The girl gave him a blinding smile and pulled out a pen and paper from her bag. “Here’s my number, let me know when you’d like to meet up.”
Her name was Jess. Sam tried to commit it to memory. Just then, Dean’s tongue flicked over a bundle of nerves under the head of his cock. He swallowed hard and tried not to react.
‘Sure, Jess, I’ll get back to you.” Sam grinned up at her and willed her to leave. Now.
“Ok, thanks again, Sam.” She turned and left.
Dean took the opportunity to suck hard on Sam’s cock while his fingers fondled his balls and Sam came hard, hands clenched on the edge of the desk.
“Fuck, Dean.” He panted.
He felt Dean pull away, refastening his jeans.
“Happy to see me now?” Dean crawled out from under the desk and stood up, smiling mischievously.
Sam stood up and pushed Dean toward the door. He caught the hurt look on his brother’s face but kept pushing, even though his legs felt like jelly after the blowjob.
He turned Dean at the last moment and pinned him to the wall.
He pressed his body against Dean’s and smiled when he felt his brother hard against his thigh.
He kissed Dean deeply, fingers undoing Dean’s jeans and siding his hand inside.
Dean pushed up into his touch and his head thumped back on the door.
“Sammy…” He breathed.
Sam worked Dean’s cock, and recaptured his lips, delving into the hot caverm, tasting himself. He pulled away and nibbled on the edge of Dean’s strong jaw, then let his mouth move lower, sucking on Dean’s neck.
Dean moaned, hips pumping with the rhythm of Sam’s hand.
“No, Sam, wait.” Dean gripped Sam’s arm, trying to stop him.
Sam looked up and him and raised his eyebrows.
“Do you really want my spunk everywhere?” Dean asked bluntly.
Sam laughed. “Payback, bro, it’s a bitch.” He tightened his fingers and moved them faster.
Dean groaned and came hard, catching Sam’s mouth with his own and biting at his lips. They broke apart and breathed hard, their breath mingling.
Dean let his head fall forward to rest on Sam’s should as he caught his breath. Sam pulled a tissue out of his pocket, wiping off his hands and then Dean.
He tucked Dean back into his pants and did them up, smoothing down his shirt.
Dean leaned forward and kissed Sam softly, startling him.
“When do you have to be back with Dad?” Sam asked quietly.
Dean smiled, a soft curl at the edges of his full lips and Sam couldn’t look away. “Not for a few days.”
Sam stared at him in surprise. “So… uh, what are you going to do then? Have you got somewhere to stay?” Sam wondered why he felt so uncomfortable talking about this with his brother, especially when he’d just come harder than he had in a long time.
“I’m not sure, have you got any room at your place?”
Sam grinned, wide and full. “Sure, I’ll just pack up my stuff and we can go now.”
“Insatiable, aren’t you?” Dean smirked wickedly. Sam bit Dean’s lower lip.
“That’s right, big brother. I just hope you can keep up with me.”