Live and Love

A//n: This is my first Supernatural fic, so obviously my first Wincest Fic. takes place early in s3, but I don't think it spoils anywhere. Kind of non-con, but not really. Just Dean being reluctant, and Sam being dominant.
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Sam’s jeans hung low on his waist; his belt draped on a chair instead of holding the pants at an acceptable height. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and his well defined chest was more than a little breath taking.
Dean sat at the edge of the bed, looking at his brother in confusion as Sam moved towards him. Sam’s dark brown locks were still wet from the shower he’d just had, and as his body glistened with the remnants of moisture Dean found it hard not stare. When Sam was knee to knee with Dean, he ran his fingers gently through Dean’s short hair. Dean looked up into his brother’s dark eyes, and shook his head.
“What the hell are you doing, Sammy?” he asked, his voice hardly above a whisper as he tried to hide the lust he felt.
“You said you wanted to raise a little hell. Well, tell me what’s closer to that then this?”
“I meant kick some ass, screw around with some hot girls, stop caring about living, and go like there’s no tomorrow. I did not how ever mean that I wanted to fuck my little brother.” Sam simply smirked, an honest to God mischievous and sexy smirk.
“That’s too bad.”
“Sam.”
“Stop acting like I’m going to take no for an answer.” Dean couldn’t help but love the new take charge attitude Sam had developed, despite the fact that he knew exactly where it was going to end up.
Sam held the short hair on the back of Dean’s neck, and when he stepped back he used this grip to pull Dean to his feet as well. Dean put his hands on Sam’s bare chest, a mistake he realized too late.
“Sammy-” He was unable to continue due to the fact that his lips had been attacked by Sam’s. Sam’s other hand was on Dean’s hip, fingers inching under the waist line of his jeans.
Dean pulled back, breaking the kiss, locking his elbows to keep Sam at arm’s length.
“This is wrong,” he said, his voice held no conviction, and the way his eyes travelled across Sam’s half naked frame said something completely different then his voice did. “Something is wrong with you, Sammy. I won’t take advantage of you; I won’t use you for my pleasure.”
“You gave up your soul for me, Dean. At least I can repay the favour. Can’t I?” Sam’s voice was low, dripping in desire and pulling at every ounce of Dean’s sex drive.
“Not like this,” he said, trying to keep his voice even, but Sam’s hand had slipped under his jeans and even at arm’s length he was a threat.
“Stop fighting it, Dean. You’ve stopped fighting everything else.” The hand that was on the back of his neck was slowly brought forward; dragging fingernails lightly over Dean's shoulder and down his chest to arm level. Dean shivered, unable to control his body’s reaction to the sensual touch.
“Sam, I-” His arms weakened, the force keeping his brother at bay faltering long enough to give Sam an opening. He stepped towards Dean, one hand holding the front of his brother’s jeans and the other gliding up his chest again to his face.
Without hesitation he attacked Dean’s lips, pulling Dean towards him.
Unable to fight his own desire let alone his brother’s, Dean wrapped his arms around Sam’s back, his short nails digging into the dark moist skin.
Sam’s tongue forced its way into Dean’s mouth, exploring a part of his brother he’d never known; that he’d never wanted to know until recently. He wanted to know every inch of his brother’s body, inside and out. He wanted to make Dean moan, scream and break down for him.
His lips strayed from Dean’s, trailing up his jaw line to his ear. He bit down lightly on the shell and achieved his first goal. A beautiful low moan escaped Dean’s lips and his nails drew faint red lines down Sam’s back.
The kisses began again; down Dean’s neck as Sam’s hands forced his brother’s shirt up over his head, lips breaking contact long enough for the scrap of fabric to be removed.
“Sam, are you sure you want to do this?” Sam responded by running both hands down Dean’s chest as he dropped slowly to his knees. He looked up at his brother, hands on Dean’s firm abs, and smiled seductively. His soft hazel eyes glittered in the half darkness of sunset.
“If you’re sure then,” said Dean. He ran his fingers through Sam’s hair and let them rest on the younger boy’s shoulders. Sam proceeded to fight open Dean’s belt and undo the button before giving his brother one more lust filled gaze. Sam took the zipper in his teeth and pulled it down, and with a single motion, he yanked the baggy jeans down Dean’s legs to the floor.
Dean’s boxers disappeared quickly, pooled around his ankles as the coolness of the room encircled his legs. His erection on the other hand was quickly engulfed in the warmth of his brother's mouth.
Dean’s knees nearly buckled at the rush of ecstasy that came from Sam moving slowly up and down his length; that unexplainably experienced tongue tracing a line from the base to the head and back again.
“Oh, God,” moaned Dean, head tossed back in sheer bliss. Sam released him, and coolness circled him again, he looked down into his brother’s eyes.
“God’s got nothing to do with it,” muttered Sam, quickly resuming his blow job. Dean’s body gave in quickly, and it was not long before he released his salty seed into Sam’s warm greedy mouth.
When they separated again Dean dropped helplessly onto the bed, laying prone with his legs dangling over the edge; feet not quite on the floor. Sam stood and looked down at Dean.
“You done yet?” asked Dean; eyes closed, breathing heavy and laboured.
“Not even close,” whispered Sam, straddling Dean’s waist. Dean hoisted himself up on his elbows so he was closer to Sam’s lips. He never thought he’d be giving up his power to his little brother.
Sam supported his weight with one hand, the other on Dean’s face as they kissed again. This time Sam let Dean’s tongue press between his lips, searching his mouth and exploring the side of him very few had been permitted to enter.
The hand on Dean’s face was slowly removed and disappeared for a moment. Sam pulled back, sitting back on his still jean clad legs and revealing a small tube of lube from his back pocket.
“No,” said Dean, trying to put some force into his words, but the smirk on Sam’s face said he hadn’t accomplished his goal.
“No what?”
“Whatever you’re thinking of doing with that, I draw the line there.”
“You’re an ass.”
“You’re staying out of my ass.” Sam squeezed some of the lube onto his fingers and smiled down at Dean.
“We’ll see about that.” Sam positioned himself between Dean’s knees, giving him the perfect leverage to easily access what Dean had said was off limits. Dean put up remarkably little resistance as Sam dragged the cool lube down his stomach and under his ass to the tight opening. It was, Sam realized, something he’d done that his brother never had.
Dean gasped when Sam’s fingers entered him.
“This is rape,” he muttered.
“You’re not fighting it,” said Sam, sliding his finger in deeper, and then out again. Dean would not tell Sam how scared he was; how difficult it was for him to let this happen to him. No matter his fear, he could not help but admit just how good it felt.
Another finger joined the first and Dean gasped in pain. Sam waited a second before moving any farther. He gently opened Dean up with the two fingers; stretching the tight unused muscles in preparation.
Sam stood up and let his jeans fall to the floor, his boxers disappearing after a second. He retrieved the lube from the floor and squeezed more into his hand. Dean hoisted himself up on his elbows again to watch as Sam slowly coated his hard member in the cool liquid.
Sam positioned himself between his brother’s legs, and slowly pressed in. Dean gasped again, and Sam waited before pulling out.
“Are you alright?”
“You care?”
“I don’t want to hurt you. You won’t enjoy it if it hurts.”
“Sam…”
“I love you, Dean.”
“I love you too.” Sam slipped back in, slowly, and then back out. He thrust deep into his brother’s body; he found the spot that sent pure pleasure shooting through the older boy’s body. Dean’s gasps of pains quickly became moans of pleasure coupled with short erratic breathing as his body became used to the feeling of Sam inside him.
A thin layer of sweat formed between their bodies. Their well toned muscles glistened in the dim light of the seedy motel, and only their moans filled the room. Occasionally a low ‘fuck’ would escape one of the two brothers, as Sam pressed deep into Dean’s body, sending waves of incomparable pleasure through both their bodies..
When Sam climaxed he collapsed, breathless, over Dean’s body. He breathed heavily into Dean’s shoulder; his arms weak beneath him. Dean ran his fingers gently through Sam’s hair, still moist but now from sweat instead of shower water. They breathed heavily as they lay there in each other’s arms.
Sam pulled out of Dean, and started towards his own bed. Dean sat up and looked at him with his own mischievous smirk.
“You wrecked my bed, I’m gonna have to sleep with you.” Sam smiled a small tired smile and nodded.
“Feel free,” he whispered. Dean slipped into bed with Sam, wrapping his arms around his brother and holding him close. Sam fell asleep with his head on Dean’s chest, feeling safe and loved.
Dean was awake for almost an hour after Sam fell asleep. He thought about how much he was going to miss Sam when he had to leave; when the devil claimed his soul. Maybe in the morning, they’d start looking for a way to save his soul, that wouldn’t result in him loosing Sammy too, because that would defeat the purpose entirely.
He kissed Sam’s forehead, and fell asleep listening to his brother breathe, feeling the warm breath on his chest just as much as he heard it in the air.
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What do you think? R&R, but please no flames.