Gunoil

Dean laughed as Sam rolled them both, pinning him suddenly with telekinesis, he could get a hold of it now, which was a good start, but he still needed to learn to control the intensity.
Sam sat up then, still astride his brother’s thighs, one hand braced against his chest, “It’s getting easier.” He said a little breathless, “Still need to figure out the volume though, right now I’ve only got off or on.”

Dean nodded, rather breathless himself. Sam had learned not to fight fair, which made it harder than ever for Dean to win and he was sure he was going to have bruises come evening, “Better than before though.”
Sam nodded again, unfolding and offering Dean a hand up. Of course Dean used it to pull Sam down again, rolling and twisting, ending up in a reverse of their previous position, grinning down at his brother, keeping Sam’s arms pinned against his chest, like holding down an unruly puppy, “What now Sammy? How’re you going to get out of this one?”

“Dammit Dean,” Sam looked more petulant than he sounded, “It was over, that’s cheating.”
“Yeah?” Dean said, arching a brow, “And how are you gonna get out of it?”
Sam glowered at his brother, pulling with the telekinesis instead of pushing, catching Dean off-guard, practically yanking him flat.
Sam wasn’t sure what possessed him to do it, really, other than the fact that Dean’s face was right there, and he figured it would startle his brother into letting him go.

Sam angled his head up, pressing a quick kiss to the other’s lips.
It was supposed to be a quick kiss anyway.
It would have been quick if Dean hadn’t replied to it hungrily.
It would have been quick if Sam hadn’t felt that almost electric tingle start at his scalp and move down his spine.
It was right about then that Sam gave up on what the kiss should have been and threw himself into what it was.

Dean struggled for a moment, finally getting Sam’s arms pinned above his head, keeping him pinned even as Sam continued to hold Dean down with the telekinesis.
Sam was breathing harshly through his nose at that point, but it hardly mattered, what mattered was deepening that kiss further, the whole thing having become a near desperate tangle of tongues.

Finally Dean tore himself away and Sam flopped back, both of them panting. Dean finally managed the words; “What the hell was that Sam?”
Once he’d gotten over his own breathlessness Sam replied, “I don’t know about you, but most people call it a kiss.” He shrugged then, explaining his motives as: “Seemed like a good idea at the time.”
Dean scoffed, mostly to hide his smile as he finally unfolded, offering Sam a hand up, “Hey, just because you aren’t getting any doesn’t mean it’s a good idea to…”
“Hey!” Sam objected, swatting Dean’s shoulder once he’d been hauled to his feet, “I can get some anytime.”
Dean’s brow arched, “But you don’t, now shut up and let me finish.” It was Sam’s turn to arch a brow, but he did fall silent as he waited for Dean to continue.

Dean was quiet for a moment, just in case Sam changed his mind, “As I was saying, you not getting any is no reason to pounce me, not that I'm going to complain.”
That caught Sam off-guard, mostly because he wasn’t entirely sure whether or not Dean was joking.
At his brother’s blank look, Dean sighed, “I'm serious Sammy. I mean, hell it’s easier than getting shot down five or six times before giving up and coming back to whatever rat-trap motel we’re in to jerk off in the shower.”
“That’s disgusting Dean.”
“It’s healthy. Maybe you should try it sometime.”
“What makes you think I don’t, and unlike you, don’t feel the need to share?”

Dean just arched a brow. Sam sighed, “Will you stop leering at me like that?”
Dean’s brow stayed arched, “You said the kiss seemed like a good idea at the time, why doesn’t it sound like a good idea now? Because I might actually be into it?”
“Dean, do you even realize how crazy you sound right now?”
“Don’t pretend you weren’t interested Sammy. You’re still breathless right now.”
“Because I didn’t expect you to kiss back Dean!” Sam said, giving his brother another push, sending him sprawling, “So maybe I should be asking YOU what the hell that was.”

Dean was laughing, even in his sprawl on the floor, “Don’t know about you Sam, but most people call it a kiss.”
Sam sighed, sweeping both hands up over his face and through his hair, “Do you take lessons in being aggravating?”
Dean sighed then, propping himself up on his elbows, “Seriously though Sam, it’s not good for you to keep that all bottled up, I mean, hell, you’re a prime target for succubi, harpies, all sorts of things that feed off sexual energy.”
Sam arched a brow, “Are we hunting any of those Dean?”
Dean sighed again, “Not right now, no, but you’re missing the point, we might, or worse, they’ll hunt us because you’re easy to track and exactly what they want.” He shrugged, “And it’s my job to keep you safe, if that means having to pounce you now and again to make sure you get off, fuck, I'm not going to complain. Probably even enjoy it.”

Sam just blinked then, completely aghast, “Seriously? There something you need to tell me Dean?”
Dean shrugged, unfolding and dusting himself off, “That maybe I didn’t get all the looks in the family?”
Sam blinked once more and it was Dean’s turn to rake his hands through his hair, “Have you looked in a mirror recently Sam? You grew up and got hot, you’d have girls all over you if you looked interested.”
“Yeah, well maybe that’s just it Dean, maybe I'm not interested because, unlike you, I like sex to mean something.”
“Stop being such a girl and get over here.”
“Why Dean? So I can play a part in your twisted fantasy?”

Dean sighed, closing the space between them himself, clasping Sam’s shoulders, “No Sam, so I can take care of you, same as always. That’s what this is about, what it’s always been about. Please Sam?”
Sam sighed finally, sagging slightly, forehead resting against his brother’s, trying to ignore the fact that just having Dean that close was enough to send tingles up and down his spine again. “Okay.” He tried to keep his voice steady, but even that one word shook a little.
Dean smiled, brushing the backs of his knuckles against his brother’s jaw, nudging Sam’s head up so that he could press another kiss to his lips, making a soft, surprised sound when Sam pressed forward suddenly, deepening the kiss hungrily, one hand curling in the front of Dean’s shirt to keep him close, knowing that if he let go he’d never be able to start again on his own.

Dean grunted when he felt his back make contact, solidly, with the wall behind him, but he couldn’t bring himself to care because Sam’s knee was right there, pressing perfectly and he didn’t want it to stop.
The fingers against Sam’s jaw slid back to tangle in his hair, free hand sliding along his side and down his back, dragging him that fraction of an inch closer.

Sam gasped into the kiss, one hand braced against the wall above his brother’s shoulder, the other still keeping hold of Dean’s shirt, he felt that same wash of sensation, and the now familiar mental click, but it was different this time, and judging by how Dean shuddered against him, it was something good.
Dean swallowed hard, throat clicking dryly, “Do that again.”
Sam laughed softly, breathless, “As soon as you tell me what I did.”
Dean gave his brother another quick kiss, as if he couldn’t stand to be away from him for even a moment, “You showed me what you’re feeling,” He shook his head, sounding a little smug, “How I make you feel.”

Sam shook his head in response, “I’d do it again if I knew how I did it before.” He shook his head again, “Don’t stop.”
Dean’s smile was more of a smirk, crooked and smug, “Not about to Sammy.”
Sam glowered and would have corrected him if Dean hadn’t taken the moment of distraction to twist, reversing their positions, brow arching as he even mirrored the placement of Sam’s knee, smirk spreading as Sam shivered at the pressure, eyes fluttering half closed.

“You like that?” Dean shook his head, “Thought you would.” Now that he wasn’t the one under constant stimulation it was easy to fall back on the snark, “How far do you want to take this Sam?”
That hadn’t been something Sam had thought about, and couldn’t wrap his mind around it now, “What? Just… I don’t know.” A head shake, “I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”
Dean nodded, he could work with that, “Alright.”

Any further commentary was ceased when Sam craned forward to catch Dean’s lips once more, a shiver sliding down his spine at the increased pressure of Dean’s thigh against his groin. Already his pants felt a size too small, verging on being completely unbearable.
He gasped sharply when Dean’s hand snaked down, fingers making quick work of Sam’s fly, sliding easily into his boxers, curling around his arousal, gun calluses making the touch that much more intense.

“Jesus.” Dean breathed against his brother’s throat, “Going to have to stop calling you my little brother.”
Sam could only make a breathless little sound, almost a mewl, hips rolling forward into Dean’s hand.
Whatever portion of Sam’s mind was still thinking clearly noted that Dean had been right once again, this was exactly what he needed.
It was unorthodox at best, flat out sinful at worst, but he couldn’t bring himself to care about any of that, all that mattered was the heat of Dean’s hands on his skin, the weight of his brother against him, and the utterly wanton timbre of Dean’s voice as he purred the question: “More?”

Sam could only nod, though the thought that flashed across his mind was: Stop now and I’ll kill you.
Dean arched a brow, fingers curling tighter for a moment, giving his brother an almost curious stroke, “Well, well, well, learning more by the minute aren’t you?”
Sam had no response to that, and less of one when Dean dragged the pad of his thumb in a slow circle across the head of his brother’s arousal.
The movement elicited another almost mewl from Sam, eyes fluttering closed a moment, popping open again right after to keep Dean’s gaze.
This of course made Dean even more smug, tongue darting out over his lower lip, trying to decide where he wanted to go from there.

Finally he smiled, brow arching, “You ever had a blowjob Sammy?” He didn’t ask if Jess had ever given him one, that would just be cruel.
Sam could barely form a coherent response.
Dean blinked, both brows arching in feaux concern, “Some thing wrong Sam? Didn’t quite catch that.”
Of course, as soon as Sam was about to answer, Dean dragged his thumb over the head of his brother’s cock again, delighting, it seemed, in dissolving Sam’s speech patterns into unintelligible, half-formed syllables.
“Nope, still didn’t understand you Sammy.” He shrugged then, as nonchalant as possible while shoving his brother’s pants down past his knees, “Doesn’t really matter, toing to give you one anyway, just like to know how I rate, that’s all.”

It was easier than Dean had thought it would be to fold to his knees before his brother, after all, they’d already come this far, what was one more sin going to hurt?
Sam let out a shuddering moan as Dean peeled his boxers down, and the sound alone was enough to spur Dean on.
This wasn’t, strictly speaking, the first time Dean had done this, but it was the first time it really mattered, which was almost the same thing.

Sam’s knees nearly gave way when Dean dipped in, licking slowly from root to tip. When Sam wobbled, Dean pressed a hand flat against his brother’s stomach to hold him up, smirk returning, breath warm against his brother’s erection as he spoke, “don’t go collapsing on me now Sam.”
Sam moaned again, managing to brace himself a little better, fairly certain that he was just going to explode if Dean didn’t stop teasing, and soon.
Dean wasn’t in the habit of taking pity on Sam, but for once he decided to, knowing that if he kept stalling much longer, Sam would vow revenge, if he hadn’t already.

Dean’s tongue curled across the tip of Sam’s arousal, followed a moment later by his lips closing around it, sucking gently.
A low, entirely guttural groan tore free from Sam’s throat, one hand flailing a moment before curling against the back of his brother’s head, dragging him closer roughly.
Dean gagged once, hands pressing against Sam’s narrow hips, trying to lever himself away once more.
Sam wasn’t about to let him, it wasn’t malice, or any kind of power trip, it was simply sheer, unadulterated need.

The half-gagging, and the breathless little sounds Dean was making just pushed Sam closer to the edge, his own breath starting to rasp in his throat. He couldn’t physically form the words, but the mental voice was a near-unending litany of: gonnacomegonnacomesoclosegonnacome.
Somehow Dean managed to smirk even still, urging himself to relax, take Sam that much deeper.

It worked. Moments later Sam’s hips jolted forward, making a half-strangled noise of his own, very nearly exploding as he came, shuddering almost violently.
Dean had a moment of regret that he wouldn’t be able to taste his brother’s seed, but it was gone just as quickly, overridden by the need for air, he drew back gasping and coughing, though still smiling smugly.

Sam slid slowly down the wall, knees drawn to his chest, forehead resting against them while he caught his breath.
Once Dean had recovered he blinked at Sam’s posture, levering himself upright, he didn’t like that, it looked too defensive, too much like a victim, “Sammy?” His voice was a little rough around the edges, “You alright?”
Sam shook his head, voice muffled, “What we just did is illegal Dean.” Of all the things Dean expected Sam to feel guilt over, legality didn’t even make the list.

He shook his head, running a hand through his brother’s hair, “When has that ever stopped us?” Sam shook his head again, “The worst part is that I want more.”
Dean’s smile was just this side of wicked, “I'm willing to give it to you Sam, but only if you stop beating yourself up over it.”
Sam lifted his head then, only barely managing to keep his own wicked smile in check, turning tear-filled puppy eyes up at Dean, “Make me stop thinking about it?”

Even though he’d framed it as a question, it really was a demand.
Dean blinked, his own smile spreading once more, “Hell Sammy, if I’d known you were this insatiable I’d have pounced ages ago.”
Sam pouted, “I'm still thinking Dean.”
Dean nodded then, giving his brother’s arm a tug, drawing Sam up as he stood, “I’ll keep you from thinking.”
Sam was still pouting, but it was harder to maintain as he kicked out of his jeans, following Dean who sprawled out on one of the tumbling mats in the corner, “As much as I love you Sammy, I'm not going to fuck up my back any worse than it already is just so I can screw you against a wall. Besides, I want to watch you ride.”

Sam groaned softly at the statement, “Does every word out of your mouth have to be so…”
Dean interrupted, wriggling out of his own jeans, flopping back, his arousal lying flat along his stomach, “Vulgar?”
Whatever it was that Sam was going to say had evaporated, replaced by a dry-throated swallow and a soft, “Jesus, Dean, are you sure that’s going to fit?”
Dean shrugged, “Only if you want it to Sammy.”
“Hell yes.” Was his only response.
Dean nodded, arm over his eyes, “So put your pants back on, go out to the car and get the gun oil, we’ll both regret it if you don’t.”
Sam blinked at the command, but he knew that Dean was right, so he hurried to do as bid.

He returned only to find Dean stroking himself lazily, “Hell Dean, you couldn’t even wait two minutes?” He didn’t even wait for an answer before tossing his brother the bottle of oil and wriggling out of his own jeans again, sprawling out beside the other.
Sam found that his mouth was watering, watching Dean slick himself over, not that the smell of the oil was particularly appetizing, but Dean certainly was, and that was all that mattered.

Dean arched a brow after a moment, “You ready Sammy?”
Sam blinked, brow creasing, he’d thought that he was until Dean questioned it, “Yeah?”
”No.” Dean said with a headshake, “You aren’t. C’mere and let me take care of you.”
Sam’s brow was still creased, but he turned over onto his side, that much closer to his brother. He gasped in something like surprise when Dean’s still-slick fingers slid over his entrance, two of them sliding in a moment later, crooking and scissoring, eliciting another breathless groan from Sam as he did so.

Apparently the elder Winchester knew that neither of them could wait through any sort of drawn-out preparation.
He wasn’t exactly gentle, but he wasn’t being deliberately rough either, just working quickly to stretch Sam and make him ready for what was to come.
Finally Sam pushed Dean’s arm away, shaking his head and swallowing hard as he rolled himself over and across Dean’s hips, one hand dipping back to hold his brother in place before rocking back against him with a groan, free hand bracing against Dean’s shoulder, fingers curling tightly for a moment.

Dean swallowed thickly himself, having to force himself to hold still, not wanting to hurt Sam at all.
Sam steadied himself after a moment, breath still high and shallow in his chest. Dean rolled his hips, just a little, unable to stop himself at that point. He managed to pour out a palmful of the oil without making a mess, smirking as he slicked Sam over with it.
Sam knew, right then, that he would never be able to watch Dean oil the guns again without thinking of this moment. Then Dean rolled his hips again and nothing else mattered.

Sam’s fingers curled against his brother’s shoulder again, making a half-strangled little noise, knees tightening against Dean’s sides as Dean slid just a little deeper.
It almost hurt, but only almost, and the fact that it was dean only made it hotter. Dean stroked his brother again, the oil almost masking the calloused fingers, leaving just enough roughness to make Sam’s skin tingle, causing his hips to roll reflexively, taking Dean another fraction of an inch deeper, the friction and the pressure sending a bolt of pleasure up his spine.

Dean was panting at that point, free hand snaking up to twine through Sam’s hair, dragging his brother down for a kiss that was more teeth and tongue than anything else. Sam groaned into the half-biting kiss
Dean wasn’t going to last much longer and he knew it, especially with Sam rolling and bucking like he was. He tried to say something to that effect and it came out nowhere near as coherent as he intended, given as how Sam bore down against him halfway through, voice amused and demanding against the back of Dean’s mind, Give it to me Dean, I can take it.

Dean groaned at that, head rolling back, hips jolting upwards against his brother once, and again as he hit his peak, fingers spasming against Sam’s arousal, dragging and twitching along already sensitized skin, all but wringing Sam’s climax from him.
Sam’s breath caught again, eyes fluttering closed as his hips bucked forward into Dean’s hand and then back against him again as he rode out his own orgasm, half-pawing at his brother’s shoulder and chest as he did so.

Dean’s breathing slowly began to return to normal, and he couldn’t help smirking as Sam continued to shiver with aftershocks, finally rolling off his brother and into a lanky, loose-jointed sprawl, “Need a shower.”
Dean snickered, using his shirt to clean them both up as best he could, “Have to get back to the motel for that Sammy, I’ll even let you have the first one.”
“That’s very chivalrous of you Dean.” Sam deadpanned, adding, “Especially after having taken advantage of me like that.”
Dean scoffed, arm looping around his brother’s neck to drag him into a headlock, giving him a quick noogie, “Put your pants back on and get in the car. God, you’re such a girl sometimes Sam.”