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September 4: Buried
There wasn’t any alcohol involved, so Dean felt more comfortable with where things were going. He didn’t want to have anything influencing their behavior besides their own feelings. It was one of the reasons he hadn’t been okay with Sam’s confession. The only reason he hadn’t even thought about seeing what was between them, Sam had been drunk both times it had been brought up and he wanted to know how his brother really felt, without the liquid courage.
The song ended and slipped into another, but Dean didn’t want to separate himself from Sam. In fact, he nuzzled his head against Sam’s neck, taking in his brother’s scent and warmth. Dean ran his hands down Sam’s arms from where they had been resting on his broad shoulders. He could feel his brother’s breathing speed up and Sam’s hands tightened around his waist and he could feel his breath against his head above his ear.
“Dean…” He wasn’t sure where Sam was going when he started with his name, but the thought seemed to trail off when Dean pulled back and looked into his brother’s eyes. “Sammy?”
Sam leaned in and tentatively pressed his lips to Dean’s and Dean didn’t feel anything wrong, everything seemed to make sense and feelings that he hadn’t known were bubbling under the surface for longer than he could remember came rushing to the surface. It was like he could keep them buried as long as he thought Sam wasn’t interested, but kissing Sam had opened the floodgates and he knew he’d never be able to shove them back down again.
Kissing Sam was everything Dean didn’t know he needed. It was like breathing and when Dean found himself with his knees against the bed, he didn’t doubt anything as he pushed his way back up the bed, followed by Sam who never quite took his lips off his brother.
When Sam finally pulled back so Dean could speak, his voice was shaky and he knew he sounded unsure, but that wasn’t his intention at all. He just needed to make sure that Sam was as on board as he was, he needed to hear it from his brother, even if it certainly felt like it. “Sam? Are you sure?”
Sam leaned back, looking in Dean’s eyes, probably for the same confirmation that Dean had been searching for. He must have found what he was looking for, because he leaned back in catching Dean’s lips again. “Absolutely.” He lifted Dean’s shirt over his head, only breaking the kiss for the shirt to slip off and then attaching himself to Dean’s chest and working his way down.
“I have been waiting so long for this, for you. You have no idea.” Each word was punctuated with another kiss on Dean’s body. Finally, Sam made his way to Dean’s pants, unbuttoning them and Dean lifted his ass and let Sam slip them and his boxers down his legs.
While he had been able to drag himself away from Dean, it seemed like the perfect time for Sam to remove his own clothing and Dean felt his mouth go dry at the body Sam revealed as he tossed his clothes to the floor with Dean’s. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen Sam’s body before, but he hadn’t really allowed himself to look before either.
Sam lowered himself onto Dean once again, sliding his dick along Dean’s and he felt a shiver run from his head to his toes and apparently Sam felt it as well, because he felt his brother’s breath puff out as he laughed against Dean’s skin.
Dean reached his hand between their bodies, using the precum that was leaking from both men to coat their cocks and start working his hand along them. They were almost too much to fit into Dean’s hand, but the feeling was amazing and he knew he wouldn’t last long. It had definitely been a while and the fact that it was Sam made it even more perfect.
Sam grabbed Dean’s arm and placed it up on his own him, allowing him to press down into his brother with more pressure, causing Dean to moan out his name. Sam picked up the pace setting a rhythm that had they actually been fucking would have had Dean seeing stars, but as it was it was bringing Dean closer and closer to losing it.
It didn’t take long and when Sam was close, Dean felt his brother stiffen up and bite down on the juncture of Dean’s shoulder where it met his neck. Dean hadn’t ever been into biting, but something about it seemed like claiming and it set something off in Dean causing him to explode with his brother and left them both breathing heavy as they came down from their orgasms.
Dean chuckled as Sam flopped onto the bed beside him. “So, that happened.”
“Ha, yeah, it did.” After a few moments of the brothers laying there just catching their breath, Sam got up and grabbed a towel to clean them both up with. “We probably need to talk about this. Probably should have done that before, but uh, I don’t regret it.”
Dean knew Sam was the one that liked to talk things through, but he wasn’t really in the mind to do that right now. “Yeah, we’ll talk, but sleep first. Come here.” Sam crawled up the bed and snuggled into Dean’s arms. “Tomorrow.” “Tomorrow.”