my_sam_dean (my_sam_dean) wrote in wincest_is_best, @ 2008-05-05 01:10:00 |
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Sam came out of the shower clad just in a towel, slung low on his hips. He wonders if Dean notices as he's digging through his duffle and Dean's flipping through the channels. He wants him to notice. He wants Dean to want him.
Once he'd slipped his boxers on, he sat down on the bed beside Dean.
"What are you watching?"
"There's nothing on. Even with cable."
Sam took Dean's hand in his. "Should we call it an early night?"
"Do you have something in mind?"
"I thought we could spend some time being close."
Dean shut off the television. "Okay, Sammy. We'll have some time for me and you."
Sam's face lit up. He leaned in and kissed Dean. "I've been wanting time with you all day."
They laid down and relaxed on the bed. Hands were roaming and kisses muffled moans.
"Dean, I want to feel you in me," Sam was breathless.
"No."
"Why not? Please, Dean."
"No."
Sam took Dean's face in his hands, "We do everything else. I just want to take it further."
"I said no."
"Can you give me a reason why?" Sam peered into the depths of Dean's green eyes and tried to find the answers.
"I just can't, Sam."
Sam helped Dean sit up on the edge of the bed. Then, he knelt in front of him.
"I love you, Dean," Sam looked up at him. "I just want to love you more."
Dean looked weary.
Sam held both of Dean's hands in his. "I know you've always given me what I've wanted. But, I want this to be because you want it, too."
"Sam, I want you. But it just seems wrong."
"Do you love me, Dean?" Sam's eyes were filling with tears. He didn't know if he wanted to hear Dean's answer.
"Yes," Dean croaked out, but he wasn't looking Sam in the eye.
"Because you think it will hurt me if you don't? Or because you honestly do?"
"Sammy," Dean's voice was shaky.
Sam kissed the back of Dean's hand, and then the other. "Tell me, Dean."
"I want you to be able to have a normal life if that's even the slightest possibility. After we do something like this, normal isn't a possibility anymore," Dean made his eyes meet Sam's. "I want so much for you."
"Do you want normal, Dean?"
He shook his head.
"Why do you think I want normal? Why wouldn't my normal be a life with you?" Sam's tears started to fall on his hands that clasped Dean's. "I love you, Dean. I want you. I think you want me. I know you love me like I love you. It's not wrong, Dean. It can't be wrong. We need each other. We were meant to be together. This life, it doesn't allow for second chances. It's dangerous and we need to grab happiness when we can. What do you want, Dean? What do you want for us?"
"I want us to always be together. I don't want to lose you. I also don't want to spoil my little brother."
"It's not spoiling me, Dean. It's loving me, can't you see that?"
Dean looked at him sadly. "I don't see it that way, Sammy."
"Do you want to feel me in you?" Sam's voice was raspy from his tears.
"Y-Yes," Dean's own tears mingled with Sam's.
"We can try that first, Dean. If that will prove to you that it's love and nothing else."
"Can you just lie by me for awhile?" Dean asked.
"You know how much I love to cuddle," Sam smiled as he snuggled into Dean.
It was quiet for a few minutes. Sam just took in the feel of Dean's skin as he hoped Dean would be considering what he'd said.
"I'd have to be first, Sammy. That's the only way I could do it."
"That's fine, Dean. Either way, it's love."
"Can you find out the specifics because I don't know them. I've never done it."
"I'm sorry, Dean. I figured you knew about it. Otherwise, I wouldn't have asked you for something that you didn't know about. You've just always known when I've had questions before. I assumed this was the same."
"Well, it's not. Does that disappoint you?"
"You never disappoint me, Dean. I'll figure out the best way to go about this. After all, I am the computer geek," Sam smiled
Dean laughed, "Correction. You're my computer geek."
Sam moved to get out of bed.
"Where are you going?" Dean asked.
"I have some important research to do."
"Tonight?"
"Now is as good of time as any. I'd rather not wait."
Sam went to his laptop and Dean laid back down. However, Dean couldn't sleep at all. He was wondering what Sam was finding and Sam wasn't saying a word as he typed away. Dean slid a chair behind Sam, rested his arms on Sam's shoulder and asked, "So what have we found out?"
Sam flipped through the pages that he'd been looking at. There were suggestions, recommendations and requirements.
"The technical part just took the romance right out of it," Dean said.
Sam closed his laptop. "Don't worry, Dean. It's not going to feel technical."
He took Dean's mouth with his, starting soft and gentle, turning deep and needy. Dean's mouth traveled down Sam's neck. Sam got his hands inside Dean's boxers and cupped his curves.
"I want you," Sam moaned.
Dean was breathing heavy as Sam maneuvered him back to the bed. Sam slid Dean's boxers over his hips and Dean stepped out of them as he laid down. Sam shed his as he watched Dean move up to put his head on the pillow. Dean was lying bare in front of him and no matter how many times Sam saw Dean naked, it took his breath away.
"You are so wonderful," Sam said as he lowered himself down to lie by Dean. "I never get enough of seeing you, all of you. It turns me on to know that I'm the only one that sees you like that."
"I only see you, Sammy. Want you," Dean barely got the words out before Sam's mouth crushed against his.
"Over, Dean. We're gonna try this the easy way. Keep talking to me, okay? We're doing this together."
One hand rubbed the length of Dean's back while the other circled his entrance.
"Mmm," passed over Dean's lips and he didn't need to use words for Sam to know he was still with him.
Sam pressed one digit against Dean and slowly in. Dean hissed. Sam moved to rubbing Dean's hip. "Try to relax. If it's too much, we'll quit."
Dean squirmed a little so Sam pushed in further. "Ready."
Sam added more lube and another finger. While Dean moved back and forth on Sam's fingers, he cried out, "There! Sam!"
Sam held his hand still and Dean moved, brushing the spot that made him moan. Three fingers in and Dean was still pushing back on Sam and tilting his pelvis.
Sam withdrew and Dean whimpered at the loss, unable to completely stop the way he'd been moving. Sam took extra time to make sure he was completely slicked up before grasping Dean's hips.
"Ready?" Sam asked.
"Hmm," was all Dean could manage for a response.
Sam slowly pressed in, stopping when he felt resistance, moving in further when Dean began to move.
"You're so tight," Sam's voice came with panting breaths.
"Umm," Dean started to rock. So, Sam moved, slowly at first and then harder and quicker as Dean met his thrusts and called out what he desired.
Spent, Sam kissed the expanse of Dean's back. He had the salty taste of sweat. Sam moved up to Dean's ear and whispered, "Mine."
"Anytime," Dean replied when he caught his breath. "I didn't think it would be like this. I wouldn't have fought it so hard if I knew."
Sam pulled out and stroked up and down Dean's spine.
"So now it's okay?" he asked.
"Yeah. Just give me a few minutes, Sam. I need to share this with you."
"I was really alright?" Sam asked.
"Baby," Dean had a hand on Sam's cheek. "You were amazing."
Sam smiled and sprinkled Dean's face with kisses until Dean said in a seductive voice, "Your turn."
Sam's head rested on a pillow.
"Still want this?"
"Dean," Sam couldn't contain a whine from wanting Dean so bad.
"Just checking," Dean was taking his time getting ready.
"Mmm," Sam was impatient. "Please, Dean?"
"I know, I know."
Dean was able to find that spot with one finger.
"Ah! More!"
Dean stroked inside Sam until he could see beads of sweat forming on Sam's back. He was pushing himself against Dean.
"Now, Dean. Please!"
The tone in Sam's voice was urgent. Dean's desire to be inside Sam made him quick to comply with Sam's request.
As Dean slowly entered Sam, Sam pushed himself back onto Dean's shaft at the same time, moaning Dean's name over and over. It took all of Dean's control to keep his movement slow, even when Sam clearly wanted more. Once he was completely in, Dean held still, holding his breath and waiting for Sam to adjust. Sam rolled his hips slightly and it was Dean's turn to call out Sam's name.
Sweaty, exhausted and satisfied, they curled up together in bed.
"We need to do that again," Sam told Dean as his hand trailed below Dean's waist.
"I can't just bounce back, Sammy. Give me some time. Right now I just need to sleep."
"So this was a good thing?"
"God, yes."
Sam smiled. The evening hadn't gone quite as he'd planned, but it had the same results. He slept in the arms of his lover, knowing that he would never again be denied the pleasures they'd discovered that night.