Brothers in Arms

Something dark and hungry flicked across Sam’s eyes, and it sent an icewater shiver down Dean’s spine, mostly because a it wasn’t an expression he was used to seeing on Sam’s face.
He’d seen it in his own reflection plenty of times but it was out of place, and downright jarring, on his brother’s almost over-expressive face.

“What’s the matter Dean?” Sam’s voice, almost a murmur against his ear, shook him out of his thoughts, “What?”
Sam laughed, pinning Dean’s wrists a little more firmly, “You’re acting like this isn’t what you want Dean. You shouldn’t lie to me, shouldn’t lie to family.”

Dean’s jaw tightened a moment, “You aren’t my brother.”
Sam recoiled at that, blinking, he was just far enough away to study Dean’s face, but still close enough to keep his wrists pinned, “What?”

God, Dean could almost believe him, that was Sam’s hurt face and it seemed sincere, “This isn’t you Sammy, I don’t know what happened to you down there, but if I didn’t know better I’d say you were possessed, I mean look at yourself Sam!”

Sam’s brow creased, glancing down to take in their current position, Sam himself settled almost astride his brother’s thigh, his own knee pressed snug against Dean’s groin, keeping Dean’s hands pinned above his head, long fingers curled tightly against his brother’s wrists, “Isn’t this what you want?” He asked, head tilting.

Well dammit, that made Dean stop short, he sighed a moment later, eyes closing, which really was the exact wrong thing to do since Sam just pressed the advantage, covering Dean’s mouth with his own.

Dean railed against it for a moment, hands jerking against his brother’s hold, only to be pressed back down again. Something clicked in Dean’s mind and he pushed back into the kiss, giving it his all, in typical Dean fashion, he was fighting fire with fire.

“Succubi? Are you serious? A whole NEST of them?”
“Yeah, I mean, unless it’s just a really freaky nest of vampires.”
“But, Succubi, like sex demons?”
“No, Dean, the kind of Succubi who just want to be friends. Of course I mean sex demons!”
“Fire?”
“Should work if we can find the nest, if it’s far enough away from civilization.”
“Awesome.”

Dean was jolted back to the present by Sam’s fingers wriggling up under his shirt and skimming over his skin, work calluses only serving to heighten the sensation. Breathing felt wrong, too difficult, the air feeling too thick, simmering in his throat and lungs, and he realized a moment later –when Sam pulled away- that that had been the problem. Fresh air rushed in and his eyes flicked open, taking in Sam’s expression, curious and searching and altogether too much like a puppy for his own good, “Sam?”

Sam’s smile was crooked, “Yeah, and I'm not possessed or anything, I can just… I don’t know, I can see what people want, who they want.”
Dean’s jaw tightened again, shaking his head once, “I'm not going to do this to you Sam, I'm not taking you down with me.”

Sam huffed a laugh, “I'm already hell-bound Dean and you know it, this isn’t going to make things any worse.”
Dean shook his head again, “One of them got you, that’s all this is.”
Sam smiled, fingers stroking against Dean’s side, “No, Dean, maybe it made me realize it, gave me the guts to act on it, but it’s not all.”

Dean swallowed hard and Sam smiled again as his brother’s eyes went glassy for a moment, shadowing with want, but clearing just as quickly with another head-shake, “No, Sam, we’ll wait this out.” It almost hurt to say it, “If you still want it when your head’s clear, I won’t complain.”

Sam made a helpless little mewl in the back of his throat, scratching against Dean’s side just above the waist of his jeans, “You know I won’t Dean, I haven’t yet have I? Please Dean? Don’t make me wait again.”
Dean’s eyes fluttered once more, swallowing hard, Sam knew exactly how to push his buttons apparently and he found himself nodding, tongue darting out over suddenly dry lips, “Okay.”

“M’okay Dean, jus’fine.”
“Yeah, well, you don’t SOUND fine Sammy, you sound drunk, or high, or both, did any of them lay the whammy on you? Anything?”
“I'm FINE Dean, they didn’t get me. Had holy water.”
“Yeah, well, you still smell like you’ve been rolling around in a puddle of that crap hormone perfume.”
“Do not.”
“Yes, you do, it’s gross Sammy, I'm hosing you down as soon as we get back to the motel.”

Dean’s breath caught sharply as Sam nipped at his pulse point, sucking hard a moment later. He tried to pull his arms out of his brother’s grasp, only to be pushed right back again, head thumping against the wall as well, thudding hollowly.
Sam could feel the heat trapped between them, thigh tensing, pressing more firmly against Dean’s growing arousal, feeling his own breath coming short, rasping, his chest feeling tight, almost as if he’d been running hard.

The helpless little sound that Dean made just sent a jolt to the pit of Sam’s stomach, he wasn’t used to being able to bring Dean down like that. He grinned against Dean’s throat, his free hand sliding down to tug at his belt, finally getting it open, Dean’s fly following in quick succession, hand snaking down inside to cup his brother firmly, eliciting a groan and a thick: “You really want to do this here Sammy?”

He nipped Dean’s throat again, “Yeah.” He gave Dean’s arms a press, “Stay.” He slid down then, folding to his knees, brow arching up at Dean as he did so, taking a moment to draw him out, stroking once, almost curiously, as if he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with it after that.

Dean, for his part, wasn’t sure what to do with his hands, instincts warring between wanting to do as he’d been ordered and leave his hands right where they were, and wanting to tangle them through Sam’s hair, fingers just curling against his palms for the moment, hating the way his breath hitched when Sam stroked him again, hating how Sam had gotten under his skin already leaving him feeling helpless. Another mewl, wholly involuntary, slipped free as Sam’s mouth finally closed around the head of his arousal, still almost unsure, as if he honestly had no idea what he was really doing.

It was enough to drive Dean crazy, and the quick little flicker of Sam’s tongue against the tip got another breathless moan, one hand finally dropping to slide through his brother’s shaggy hair, lifting it away from his face, finally meeting Sam’s eyes, almost startled by the depth of want, even need, there.
Sam made a little sound of his own then, lips parting, never taking his eyes off Dean’s as his tongue flicked across the tip of his brother’s arousal once more.

The difference between the heat of Sam’s breath as he exhaled, and the cool of the outside air when he inhaled was enough to leave Dean achingly hard in a matter of moments, and his knees nearly gave out as Sam’s tongue darted out once more, catching the droplet of precum that slid downward, clinging to the underside of his shaft.

Sam rose again, hands dragging up Dean’s sides as he did so, bunching his shirt up and tugging it off over his head, pressing him back against the wall once more, laying claim to Dean’s mouth again hungrily, caching his hands in the tangle of his shirt, the half-wicked grin returning as he kept his brother pinned, his other hand dipping to work his own belt and fly open, managing to keep Dean pressed flat against the wall as he stepped out of his own jeans and shorts, his cock all but springing free, smacking against his stomach.

Dean’s tongue darted out over his lower lip, fixating on that movement, eyes going unfocused as Sam pressed close, those long fingers wrapping around them both, his own eyes darkening a moment as he stroked once, thumb sweeping across their tips in a slow circle, causing Dean to shiver again, hips jolting forward.

The movement made Sam smile, deciding that he liked having Dean so utterly at his mercy, though it wasn’t going to be long before he was teasing himself more than he was teasing Dean.
He claimed another kiss then, just as hungry as the last had been, though rougher and openmouthed. Dean almost growled as he replied in kind, hips jolting forward again, trying to goad Sam into movement, just as impatient as ever.

Sam returned the growl, fingers curling tighter for a moment before starting to stroke them both once more, falling into an easy rhythm, his own hips rolling forward against Dean’s now and again, movement going erratic before long, his forehead pressed against his brother’s jaw, breath hot against Dean’s throat.

Dean was panting as well, swallowing hard, and murmuring a string of disconnected syllables, not even trying for words at the moment, too far gone and he knew it.
It was only a handful of seconds before Dean went still for the space of a breath, jerking sharply against Sam as he came, eyes fluttering closed once more, pulse thudding against Sam’s lips and tongue.

Sam wasn’t far behind, on sensational overload himself, sagging against Dean a moment, trying to catch his breath, still trembling with aftershocks, still keeping Dean’s arms pinned above his head with the tangled shirt. Finally he let Dean’s arms down, after one last lap at his brother’s throat, stretching as he slipped off to the bathroom to clean up.

“Christ Sammy, could’ve just said something before.”
“Like what? Seriously Dean.”
“Fine. Okay, fine. But next time, I get to go play with the demons while you find something to burn them with.”
“Fine. It wasn’t as fun as you think it’s going to be, still have clawmarks.”
“Bitch.”
“Jerk.”