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Slut it Up	By : whitemonarch Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 8412 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This a work of fiction based off Tv's Supernatural. I don't own Supernatural, and I make no money from this story. This is only for fun!

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They're in another motel room, in another state, after another hunt. Sam's shaking with adrenaline and need. There's a fire in his eyes that betrays everything that is going through Sam's head. Dean sees it. He knows it for what it is but refuses to give it to Sam. Not Yet. It’s too soon, even if he is dying for it himself. He wants to hear Sam first. It's always his favorite part.

As the night drags on Sam gets more and more antsy. By one o'clock Sam has him arms wrapped around Dean as they sit on bed and watch TV. He's nuzzling at his brother's neck, biting gently at the skin and tonguing at Dean's earlobe.

"Come on Dean." Sam growls in a low pitched voice. "You want it too. I can see it. I can feel it." He says, his hand sliding down over Dean's jeans and resting over the bulge there. He rubs his hand and licks the shell of Dean’s ear, practically purring with desire. “Want to suck it, want to play with it. Want to fuck it. Can I Dean?” His words draw a low moan from Dean, and Sam takes it for a yes. He slides down off the bed, drawing Dean’s eyes away from the screen as he goes to unbutton Dean’s jeans. Within a few seconds he has his hand wrapped loosely around Dean’s cock and his thumb spreading the precome. He jacks Dean’s dick slowly at first and then harder. Dean lifts his hips and Sam helps to rid him of his pants completely, giving him more room to work Dean’s cock. When Dean’s cock is free Sam dips his head and swallows Dean down to the hilt. Dean gasps and fists his hand in Sam’s hair, listening to the pleased whimpers and hot sucking sounds.
Sam’s mouth is wet, perfect heat and suction and Dean’s thrusting up into it every chance he gets. Sam just sucks him harder and whines with happiness. When Dean gets close he tugs Sam’s hair and pulls him off. Sam bitchfaces for a minute before he’s up and on Dean, rocking his hips against him. “No fair, want you to come. Want to taste it.” Sam says before pressing his lips to Dean’s. He pulls his brother’s shirt off, removing the last article of clothing Dean has on. Dean deepens the kiss and starts to pulls Sam’s clothes off.
“Yeah. Undress me.” Sam urges. “Get these off and fuck me Dean.” His voice has dropped low again, and his expression is pained. His cock is trapped uncomfortably under denim and cotton. “Want you to lube me up and tease me with your fingers big brother. Want you to damn near fist me and drive me mad with your fingers rubbing my prostate.” Dean’s too far gone now and he and Sam are both ripping at Sam’s clothes, pushing his jeans down and his boxers with them. Dean’s already tipping Sam to the bed and reaching for the lube when his filthy mouth starts up again.
“Open it up and slather it on.” Sam moans, eyes tracking Dean’s movements. His hair is plastered to his forehead and the pillow and sweat is dripping in his eyes. “Open me up Dean. Slide home and use me.” Sam’s goes all breathless when Dean wiggles one slick finger into his tight hole. They haven’t done this in a while and it’s making Sam all the hotter.
By the third finger Sam is panting and wiggling back. “Come on Dean! I’m ready. Fucking fuck me already. Need you in me. Need to you fill me up and tell me how tight I am, how perfect. Want to suck you inside me. Clench around your hot rod and slam back against you until you fill me up.” Dean’s teasing Sam still, drawing little grunts out and dragging out a strangled ‘please’ before he sinks home in one fluid thrust. Sam howls with pleasure and fits his hips as close to Dean’s as he can. “Oh fuck yes Dean!” Sam begins to chant and curse as Dean begins to fuck him. Dean moves harder and harder rolling his hips as he fits himself into Sam. “Oh yeah, pound right in there Dean.” Sam whimpers, his hand moving to fist his cock. “Make it so I walk funny, keep me needy and stretched open. Want this – want you there always. Need you to fuck me. Need you to fill me. Come on come on.” Dean’s pace picks up and Sam knows he’s getting close. Wants him to spill inside of him. He clenches down on every out stroke. “Know you want to Dean. Want you to too. Want you to fill me up, paint my insides white. Gunna do it Dean? Gunna come in your little brother’s hot tight ass? Gunna suck it out again for me Dean?” And it’s the last line, the last question that has Dean stilling and squirting his climax into Sam’s willing hole. He gives a few more half hearted sporadic thrusts and pulls out only to hear Sam’s needy grunt.
“Please Dean. Please suck it out.” Sam’s hand is a blur and he’s coming as he fists his cock. He hardly notices as Dean drops to his knees. He arches though when Dean gives his first tentative lick to Sam’s abused hole.
“Oh! Fuck yeah! Come on Dean. Lick me, suck me. Suck it out and finger me. Make me cum again with just your tongue and fingers in my ass!” and Dean’s doing it. Licking in and sucking, fitting two fingers and then three back into Sam’s ass and Sam is loving it. He’s writhing on the bed now, panting and shouting. His words Dean can’t make out now, but he knows they’re dirty and hot and wrong. Sam’s cock is half hard again, but Dean doesn’t think it’s going to get all the way up before Sam hits his second orgasm. He’s right. As Dean fits the tip of the forth finger in, and sucks hard Sam is coming. His whole body freezes and he shouts, screaming a mix of Dean’s name and multiple curses as the tension snaps and Sam shudders all over and grabs the pillows under his head. His hips are still moving as he tries to come down, shaking and panting. The orgasm seems to last forever and Sam is still shivering when Dean swallows his cum, licks the little that coats Sam’s thighs off, and withdraws his fingers with a wet pop. Sam’s body jerks a few more times and then he lets out a soft breath.
“Damn Dean…”
“I know.” Dean huffs and slides onto the bed and lies beside him. Fuck it. They can clean up later.
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