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The sweat was thick on his shirt as he sat down on the cheap motel bed. He stretched his aching shoulder, cringing as the pain shot down his back. He was sore everywhere he touched but tried not to mind it too much. He took that after both Dean and his dad; to just learn to deal with the pain and release the energy bottled up in the killing of demons, ghosts, and other things that go bump in the night. Sam eyed the jacuzzi tub. It was studded with pink and red hearts. Such a cliché.
They had gotten the honeymoon suite for two reasons. One, they deserved it after their last job. Two, because it was the only one available. The weather was horrible and many people that were supposed to just pass through decided to not take their chances with the crappy driving conditions.
Dean had gone to pick up ice. It was necessary considering the state they were both in.
Sam looked at the tub again. What the hell? He went to it and twisted the heart shaped knob which sent a jet of hot water into the bottom. Shortly after the water began running Dean walked back into the room.
"Aww, how romantic honey, did you make sandwiches too?"
"You know what? You can try not being such a jerk everyday."
"Oh, you know I'm just messing with you, Sammy boy."
Sam didn't say anything else. He just resorted to peeling off his disgusting shirt and his ripped and bloodied jeans. He had a pretty nasty cut on his inner thigh and also across his abdomen. He climbed into the tub, his boxer briefs soaking as he slipped into the boiling hot water. He preferred it over ice at that point.
"Hey man, listen, I'm sorry, I just... I had a rough day, you know?"
"And I haven't? I'm tired of you snapping at me everytime you feel like it, Dean."
Dean was quiet for a minute, obviously having trouble deciding something. Finally he came to a conclusion.
"Hey Sam, is there room enough in there for another guy?"
"Sure."
Dean took off his leather jacket, careful not to brush against the ripped part of his shirt. He ripped the shirt off next, not having anything worth saving out of it. His jeans came off easily but he winced as he accidentally touched his chest when bending over to take off his boots. His boxers remained on but as he neared the tub he suddently stopped.
"Dude."
"What?"
"I have no more clean underwear for tomorrow."
"Dean, why did you feel the need to say that out loud?"
"There's no way they'll dry by tomorrow if I get in the tub with them."
"What do you suggest?"
"Getting in naked."
Sam just moaned.
"Oh come on, you've seen my dick plenty of times before. It's nothing you don't have."
"Just get in."
"Shit Sammy, if I didn't know any better I'd say you're a total top. You're so perky." Dean put on a 'just kidding' kind of face.
"There you go again."
Dean got in on the side opposite Sam's. Even though Sam pulled his legs close to his chest he still hit Dean's testicles with his toes as he moved away.
"Sorry."
"Yeah, sure you are." Dean stretched his legs which although shorter than Sam's succeeded in touching his inner thighs and brush against his limp penis. Sam yelped as he was touched.
"Oh shit, sorry."
"Yeah, sure."
They both smiled. Sam took off his underwear too.
"I didn't want you feeling... deprived of your privacy."
"Aww, how sweet." Dean smiled, paused for a second and then added: "Dude, what would dad say if he saw us here, naked in a hot tub... together."
Sam smiled too. He hunched forward and looked at the cut Dean had on his chest. "Dude, he got you good."
"Yeah, but I think he got you a lot better. Your abs are all cut up." With that Dean leaned forward and touched Sam's abs. Sam twitched, barely noticeable, but fully noticed by Dean. "And your thigh..." Dean reached under the water and ran his fingers along the scrapes on Sam's thigh. His hand moved up the tissue reaching the very top of the thigh and petting -inconspicuously- Sam's penis which was now going through a very noticeable change. The growth was exponential. He sighed out of pleasure, unbeknowest to Dean.
Dean was also rapidly growing, feeling more and more excited as the interaction progressed. Dean moved closer to Sam. "I saw it toss you by the arm. How's your shoulder?"
"It's sore as hell, man." Sam attempted to stretch it again but the pain caused him to stop.
"Here." Dean leaned closer, taking the shoulder into his strong hands. He positioned himself behind Sam, his legs to both sides, sort of straddling the younger man. He began slowly rubbing the aching shoulder and causing Sam to moan in pleasure once again.
"That feels so good. Shit." Sam exclaimed as the multiple sensations took him by surprise. The first was the smooth, powerful yet soft massage, and the other was the feeling of Dean's penis trying to bore a hole into his lower back.
After about a fifteen minute massage Dean stopped. "Let me take care of your other wounds. Stand up." Sam did so without having to be told twice. Dean also got up but then bent forward, lowering his mouth to Sam's abdomen scratches. He began kissing them and licking them, all the time Sam's penis was rubbing against Dean's chest, the tip red and swollen. He moaned louder still.
Dean slowly made his way down Sam's body taking a different route than Sam expected but altogether pleasant. Dean, after finishing with the abs went to the side, licking and kissing Sam's pelvis, the top of his thigh and then the wounds on his thigh. At the same time he began stroking Sam's rear, making his way toward the hole in the center of the perfectly sculpted marble. Dean then slowly changed his course. The next stop would be Sam's throbbing member.
Sam knew what was coming and pulled on Dean's chin, raising him from his position.
"What is it? Don't you like it?"
"I do, I just... Come here."
Sam forced his mouth onto Dean's who didn't protest. The kiss was intense, their tongues fighting each other for dominance. The kiss
culminated in Sam going down Dean's chin, kissing his neck, his collar bone and his chest, paying close attention to Dean's cuts and his nipples which were extremely rigid by now. It was now Dean's turn to moan, the licks and kisses driving him mad.
Sam went lower, to the bellybutton, licking around it and in it. He then licked the abs, running his hands across Dean's ass and settling on probing his sphincter with one of his middle fingers. Dean tensed at the foreign feeling but slowly loosened up. Sam had come to Dean's penis by now. He first licked around the top of the tool and then began working his way up and down, bobbing his head as he swallowed more and more each time he put it in his mouth.
Dean moaned. "Fuck Sammy, that feels so fucking good. Mmm."
Sam used his free hand to push Dean's testicles into his mouth and to further rub the thick veiny penis in front of his face.
"Ahh, I can't hold back much longer... I'm cumming!"
Sam didn't even think about moving away. He sucked every last drop of sperm into his mouth and then moved back up to the face of a panting Dean.
They kissed and Dean could taste his own sperm on Sam's tongue and
breath.
Dean pulled away. "Your turn."
Sam grabbed Dean's ass with both hands and lifted him. Dean put his arms around Sam's neck, allowing himself to be carried to the spinning heart shaped bed. Sam gently let Dean go on the bed, blindly trying to find the off switch, never breaking the kiss. Dean had begun growing again.
Sam used one of his hands to massage Dean's body, sliding from his face to his neck, down his chest, across the scratches, to his back, resting on his shoulder blade. He used his other hand to position his penis at the entrance to Dean's ass. He rubbed it across the crevice, making both himself and Dean moan. He then started to push it inside. Dean tensed, his ass spasming under the pressure of the huge organ going inside him.
"Easy Sammy, I don't exactly do this on a daily basis." Dean clung to Sam's ass, guiding him slowly inside him.
Sam let himself be guided in. He watched Dean's every facial muscle, trying to notice when he was hurting to profusely to continue. The pain was evident but it was mixed with some other emotion. Sam saw it when Dean opened his eyes, surprised his brother was watching him.
"What is it, Sammy?"
"I..." Sam stopped his attempts to penetrate further. "I love you."
He'd said this to Dean before but it was never the way he said it now. It wasn't said out of necessity or out of brotherly love, it was said out of pure and unfiltered, passionate love. It was said as few brothers ever say such a thing to each other.
"I love you too." The tone was the same, the meaning was the same.
They were in love with each other.
Dean pulled Sam to his lips, suffocating the air out of him as they made out.
"Stick it in, Sammy. I'm ready."
Sam smiled and kissed Dean again. He then pushed forward, his penis penetrating Dean as far as he could. Dean scratched at Sam's back, his nails digging into the skin. He moaned a deep heartpiercing moan, thrusing his chest forward, and squeezing his buttocks as much as he could. He then only moaned and the words "fuck" and "Sammy" were heard more than once.
Sam continued at a steady pace, moaning in echo to Dean. He was in a state of extreme euphoria, his penis throbbing within his brother's ass. Sam pushed his hair out of his face. He was wet with sweat and steam from the nearby jacuzzi tub. His chest moved in unison to his thrusting, rising and falling, entering and exiting. As Sam continued asaulting his brother's backside, he grabbed Dean's member and rubbed it with his large hands. He pumped it up and down, causing Dean to moan even louder and squirm in pleasure.
Dean's prostate was by now excited to the maximum, as well as him. His heart beat louder and more intensely after each push of Sam's pelvis and each clench of his butt. Sam moaned several times more and one last time, louder than the rest.
He blew his load into Dean's now no longer virgin ass. He collapsed onto Dean loving the scent of his sperm and sweat mixed with Dean's sweat. It was amazing.
"Oh fuck, Sammy, that was fucking incredible."
"Fuck me." Sam whispered into Dean's ear soon after licking it and playfully biting it.
Dean got up, turning Sam with his abdomen on the bed.
"Have you done this before?"
Sam smiled. "No, but don't be gentle. I can't wait anymore."
Dean laughed. "Alright, you asked for it." Dean stuck his erected penis straight into Sam's waiting asshole. The reaction was nothing but intense. Sam screamed and pushed back, his well built back meeting Dean's ripped chest (both literally and figuratively). Dean grabbed Sam's chest, his left hand rubbing against Sam's right nipple and his right hand pulling against Sam's pelvis.
Sam grabbed Dean's behind and pulled him even more into him. They both moaned, feeling yet another moment of extreme extacy.
Dean thrusted several more times and finally ejaculated in his younger brother's ass. Sam pulled Dean's penis out and turned to face him. They stared into each other's eyes for several seconds and then they kissed with the same intensity as they did the first time. They fell on the bed and hugged each other close. They fell asleep in each other's arms, their legs intertwined.
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