Sam turned in the bed, lifting his head and resting it on his palm as he watched his brother sleep.
Last night had gotten a little intense.
First there was all that talk about Dean possibly dying. As if Sam would ever let him. What was the use of him being new and improved if he couldn't save the most important thing in his life? He'd left his will with a probate lawyer. It left their entire fortune to Jasmine and Jupiter and appointed administrators to run the estate in case they didn't make it. He hoped that Genevieve would stay on with them, nurture them, but he wasn't counting on it. He'd left detailed instructions on what he expected for their upbringing and welfare.
Sam might be the distant parent but he was also the one who paid attention to detail. That's why he was a lawyer.
However, he had every intention of going home with his husband, to their children.
Sam's eyes traveled over his brother's body, tracing the ridges and valleys with his eyes, savoring every inch of that delicious flesh. He wanted to touch...but Dean was such a light sleeper. There was no way he wouldn't wake up if Sam tried to touch him.
The muscles on his brother's arms spoke to him though. His hand reached out, stopping an inch from actual flesh and tracing the length of his brother's arms.
"Like what you see?" Dean said eyes still closed.
Sam started and then laughed, "Yeah, actually I do", he said hoarsely before clearing his throat.
Dean gave that half smile that made Sam's heart stop. The fact that Dean's eyes were still closed didn't dim the smugness of his smile even a little bit. Sam leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on the freckles of Dean's shoulder. His brother shuddered a little and moved his shoulder up, nearer to Sam's mouth.
Sam leaned down to kiss him again, sticking out his tongue to lick a stripe along Dean's shoulder blade. This time, Dean's shudder was full bodied.
"Don't stop", he whispered.
Sam leaned forward, covering Dean's body with his own and kissing every bit of skin he could reach along Dean's back.
"Turn around" he said into Dean's ear. His brother moaned, in agreement or arousal, Sam didn't know. All he cared about was that Dean did as he said. His brother twisted around under him, eyes still closed allowing him to press his mouth against Dean's neck, where his pulse was going like a Kenyan long distance runner. Fast, real fast, and steady.
"Baby", Sam whispered worrying Dean's skin as his brother groaned beneath him. His hands traced his brother's silhouette, landing on the rounded cheeks of his ass and squeezing hard. His body lurched forward even as he did it, pressing down hard into his brother.
"Dean" he groaned, "Need you."
"I know", Dean replied spreading his legs and then winding them around Sam's waist so he could pull his brother even closer. As their cocks touched he ground up even more, causing their dicks to rub against each other. It was Sam's turn full body shudder, thrusting against his brother uncontrollably.
"Dean" he cried fingers frantically seeking Dean's hole, needing entry. Dean arched upward, making it easier for Sam to penetrate his hole. Sam's tongue was stroking Dean's tonsils steadily. So deep inside Dean's mouth that he could almost feel his own fingers against his tongue. He took his fingers out of his brother's ass and thrust them into his own mouth, sucking hard. Then they were back in Dean's hole, expanding it, making it ready for an appendage much thicker.
He couldn't wait to get it in there.
"Dean" he said again and his brother popped his butt out in silent invitation, "I can't...I won't.." Sam stammered.
"Yes I know, go on. Get in there!"
Sam didn't have to be told twice. He quickly replaced his fingers with his penis, pushing in slowly so as not to hurt his brother. It was torture and he felt ready to blow at any minute. It didn't help when Dean flexed his ass muscles, gently massaging his dick and causing his mind to shut down.
"Dean please", he begged, trying valiantly not to come. Dean dropped his shoulders, changing the angle and widening his hole. At the same time he pushed his ass back on Sam.
He really did.
But he lost complete control, body shaking and shuddering, mouth open, hands flailing as he ejaculated into Dean.
His cheeks were red; with embarrassment at his premature ejaculation or with exertion, Dean couldn't tell. Sam didn't give him much time to think. He picked Dean up, spun him around and swallowed his dick in one smooth move.
"Aa-ooh" Dean said almost swallowing his tongue.
He didn't bother to withhold his reactions. Bucking into Sam's mouth he came down his throat.
He was just coming down from the post coital high when he realized someone was knocking at the door.