Reading Up on Us

 “Hey Bro, what are you rea-“ Dean slammed the hotel door behind him, surprise etched across his features. From the back, through the window, all Dean could see was his brother hunched over the computer. He figured it was just Sam playing geek-boy and doing research. Instead, he got an eyeful of, well, you get the picture. Sam jumped, and it took a second before he tore his hand out from inside his jeans and tried to close the window.

“Nu-uh.” Dean whistled, grabbing his brother’s wrist. “I caught you jacking off; I at least get to know what you were reading.” Dean threw Sam one of his ‘don’t argue with me’ faces and Sam, embarrassed out of his mind, just zipped himself up and handed Dean the computer. He and Dean had promised to be more truthful with each other after all.

Sam resisted the urge to close his eyes. He was sure that a fight was on its way. He waited several minutes, but when he finally got the nerve to look up at his brother all he saw was Dean scrolling down the page. Dean glanced at Sam, and then down at his brother’s crotch. Sam was a Winchester through and through. He could keep it up in the worst situations. Dean turned back to the computer screen.

“Didn’t know incest turned you on, Sam.” Dean commented, forcing himself to keep the Sammy out of his statement. He scrolled down further. He wasn’t quite sure what to do. Sure, he was freaking out, but this wasn’t bothering him as much as it probably should. Besides, he had been on this site himself a couple of days ago.

“Dean – I”

“You know, they have some pretty good stuff here…” Dean said, ignoring his brother’s attempt at an apology.

“I know I-wait. What?” Sam’s eyes snapped up to meet Dean’s. His brother wore a knowing smirk on his face, but Sam couldn’t read his expression.

“Come on,” Dean got up from the seat he had taken, and moved to sit on the bed. He spread his legs out, and put the laptop out beside him. “I’ll show you my favorite one.” Dean patted the bed in front of him. Sam didn’t let himself think about it. He just sat down on the bed and nestled himself awkwardly between Dean’s legs. This was a dream. It had to be.

“What do you mean your favorite?” Sam asked, tensing up as Dean put his head on his shoulder. His brother moved him enough that Sam was stretched out across him. He put the laptop on Sam’s stomach and went up to the search box.

“I thought you might have invaded my favorites Sammy, but I don’t think you did. You’ve got to read this one.” Dean was freaking out. Really he was. He was scared of frightening his brother, of revealing himself, but hadn’t Sam already been through those same feelings? Fuck walking on eggshells or pretending this had never happened. He was going for it.

Sam couldn’t believe it, even as he watched Dean type Sam/Dean into that little box at the top of the page. He couldn’t believe his brother wasn’t yelling at him, or acting disgusted, or something. No, Dean actually liked this. He had been to this site before! He had favorites! Sam was finally letting himself relax. He’d been semi-hard this whole time, but as he let himself go back to reading descriptions he felt himself harden again. He adjusted his body, leaning his head on Dean’s shoulder and helping him to steady the laptop.

“Wait, stop.” He said, distracting Dean from his search.

“What?”

“Let’s read that one first.” Sam pointed toward one on the screen. Dean shrugged and clicked the link and Sam began to scan the lines. By the end of the second paragraph he could feel Dean’s hand sliding up and down his stomach, pushing his shirt out of the way. Sam almost purred as he felt his fingers rubbing against his skin.

“Take it off.” Dean said, breathing against Sam’s neck and pulling at his shirt.  Sam did, but afterwards, leaned forward and scrolled down the page.

“I’ve already read the first part.” He explained.  Dean nodded, and pulled Sam back against him. He settled down against him, differently than before. Sam could feel Dean’s hard-on behind him. His brother’s erection had to be painful. It was trapped between two layers of clothing and was currently being smashed by Sam’s ass. Maybe Dean liked that. Sam moved his hips, delighting in the sound it drew from between his brother’s perfect lips.

The two kept reading. Sam was enjoying this. The image of Dean, hands bound and on his knees was too much to bear and he was so hard. Dean had to know. The way he kept fidgeting was a dead give away.

Dean had been petting Sam this whole time. His fingers danced from the waistline of Sam’s jeans, up across his nipples, collarbone, and neck, and then back down again. But, Sam had had enough. He pushed his hips up when Dean slid his hand across the front of his jeans.  Chuckling, Dean popped open the button, and pulled the zipper down.  He paused a moment, and then let his hand slip inside.

“Read,” He whispered, drawing his hand down across Sam’s clothed cock. He squeezed a little, and rubbed at the hidden head. Sam let out a groan and pushed his hips further up. “Out Loud.” Dean ordered. Sam protested, but turned his attention back to the screen. He was determined to prove he had at least some self control.

“Dean moaned as Sam slid his head past Dean’s perfect cock-sucking lips. Dean flicked his tongue along the slit before swallowing the rest of Sam’s length down. The noises Sam was making were driving Dean mad, and Dean would have given anything to be able to touch himself.”

 “Continue.” Dean whispered against his ear. The hot breath had him twitching in his hand. Sam read aloud, little gasps making their way out in between the words. But, it wasn’t until things started getting really intense in the fic that Dean pushed his boxers down and wrapped his fingers around Sam’s heated flesh.

 

“Dean! Oh god.”

“Keep reading.” Dean grunted, pushing his own hips at Sam’s ass. This was turning him on so much. The fic was good, but he wanted to see Sam lose it. He wanted to hear it.

“Sam kept thrusting for a few minutes, and when he finally began to slide his cock out from Dean’s mouth, Dean could feel hisSam’s cock twitching. Sam helped Dean to his feet and walked him over to the bed. He pushed him down, knocking his legs open and pressing a kiss to Dean’s leaking cock. Dean gasped loudly and threw his head back.” Sam’s gasp followed Dean’s. The hand had tightened around him, and it was just right. It had been good before, but now …“Jesus.”

 Sam arched his back and groaned. “More Dean. Please.” Dean gave it to him. Sam gave up reading as Dean’s hand squeezed tighter. He listened though, when Dean took over where he left off. It was hot, so hot, hearing Dean’s gravelly voice paired with his hand twisting the sweat slick skin of his cock. He needed more of that friction. Sam needed more of that motion, the flick of that wrist. Fuck! That thing Dean was doing with the head of his dick…it never needed to stop. “Dean…” He groaned, falling apart under his brother’s fingers. Screw control.

“Dean, stop reading.” Sam barked out. He turned around, pausing only long enough to shuck his jeans and boxers. The laptop was forgotten. He pulled Dean toward him and kissed him deeply before tugging off his shirt. Sam moved quickly onto Dean’s pants and boxers. Dean was so hard and heavy in his hand. For a moment, Sam just looked at his cock. Finally though, he began to stroke. Dean licked his lips and met his brother’s eyes.

“Tell me about the fiction you wanted me to read.” Sam’s eyes glinted darkly as he stretched out beside his brother. Dean shot a glance at Sam before he started to talk.

“You were on your back.” He began, breath already catching as Sam slowly slid his other hand down to cup his balls. “Fingering yourself.” He continued, swallowing. He could see Sam’s dick twitch at the image, and grinned. “There was this-Fuck- this butt plug beside you on the bed. I was a voyeur…watching from the bathroom door. You thought I was in the shower.”

Dean growled as Sam’s finger dipped down to drag across his asshole. It felt so good, but they could do that another time. “You were slicking yourself up good, making all these really awesome soun-Goddamn Sam!” Dean’s hips lifted off the bed as Sam began to play with his perineum. It was so good, so, fuck! Dean sat up and dragged Sam down against him for another kiss. His hand found Sam’s cock and he began to pull at it with rough strokes and jerky twists. Sam gave a slight whimper and thrust himself into Dean’s hand. At the same time he sped up his own ministrations.

“Tell me more.” Sam begged, whining a little.

“Fuck yeah.” Dean answered. “Your fingers are long, so it didn’t take much for you to reach your prostate. Your other hand, shit, you were so rough with yourself Sam. It was so hot. You played until you couldn’t take it anymore.” They were kissing again, both boys rubbing off against the other’s hands. Dean was a little surprised. He’d done this before, sure, but Sam? He almost couldn’t believe it.

“Does it make you hot Dean? That I know just what I’m doing?” Sam asked, nipping at Dean’s adam’s apple and soothing the bite with his tongue. His hand was smoothing over his brother’s head, gathering the precome at the tip. Dean could only nod. He was having enough trouble concentrating as it was.

“Keep talking Dean, I want to hear your voice.” Sam nuzzled at his neck, knowing they were going to have to role-play their way through all these fics at some point in time. For now, this would have to be enough.

“Damn Sam,” Dean breathed. “Uh, god, you-when you couldn’t take it anymore you slid your fingers out. You slowed your strokes, but they were just as rough. Rougher. Your pupils were so blown by the time you lubed up the plug and slipped it in to you.” Dean bucked hard against Sam’s hand. Sam growled as Dean tapped his fingers against his slit then went right back to rubbing against his shaft, smearing the precome across his dick.

“Did I like it Dean?” Sam panted.

“Fuck yeah.” One more stroke and Dean was coming. His orgasm ripped through him, and by the end of it he was so sensitive he had to push Sam’s hand off of him. He grabbed his brother and kissed him hard. His hand sped up on Sam’s shaft. “You were moaning so loud. I had to turn off the shower and join you. You were so fucking surprised to see me there naked and needing you.” Dean pushed Sam onto his back and began to rain kisses and bites across his neck and chest. Sam let out a low moan and lifted his arms, grabbing the pillow above his head and digging his fingers into it. His head fell to the side. He was so close.

“I pounced on you in a second. I brought you to climax by pounding. You. Into the.  Mattress with that thing.” Dean was growling into Sam’s ear, punctuating his speech with the downward twist of his hand. “How would you like that, Sam?”

“I-oh god!” Sam couldn’t take it anymore. His hips arched and his come went splashing over Dean’s hand. It landed on his stomach. The man was trembling, moaning. Dean stroked him a few more times before releasing his brother. He was sure Sam would be sore later, but they’d deal with it if it came up. Sam was drawing in deep breaths, and watching Dean. “Damn.” It was all Sam could say. He smiled, and turned over to sleep, too exhausted to do anything else. “We’re reading slash more often.” He muttered. Dean just laughed at him before laying next to him and drawing him into his arms.

“Yeah. We are.” He breathed before allowing himself to fall asleep.