The Masquerade
Brother to Brother.
Sam's eyes flew open at the sound of the door, immediately trying to pull away from Dean, but Dean had other ideas. Dean threw a kick to the door keeping it shut, the student behind it protested wildly.
“Hey, what the hell. Let me in.” and after a few minutes of struggle, he stopped. Dean sighed, pulling back, still keeping Sam's face within his hands, gazing still into those hazel eyes. He could see Sam's breath was rushed, frantic, and he loved knowing that he was the cause of it. He moved closer, as what seemed like a kiss, became so much more, Dean went to the side, resting his lips at Sam's ear. Sam's heart skipped a beat. What was he doing? Then Dean finally spoke. “I mean it Sammy. I love you.” and with that Dean began the pursuit of kisses, Dean was more aggressive, more wild, but Sam loved it. Deans tongue danced at the opening of Sam's lips, asking a question. Sam answered by deepening the kiss. Taking in Dean's tongue, as well as allowing his to dance inside Dean's mouth.
Sam's breath was still frantic. He had no idea what was going on. He didn't know what to do. This was real. This was his Dean. And he would do anything to make this moment last forever. Once again, Dean snapped him out of his daydream, not by talking, but by...slamming him against a stall. Sam exhaled deeply at the impact. God his brother was rough, but he loved it non the less. He thrusted he lips down on his brothers, taking in his essence, allowing himself to fully taste, the brother he always 'wanted'.
Dean hoisted Sam up, he didn't know how though. Sam was bigger, more muscular, more beautiful. He began to attack Sam's clothing, ripping off his coat. Dean began to tease Sam, as he unbuttoned his shirt, thrusting into him with each snap, rubbing his growing erection, against Sam's thigh, it did no less for Sam, then to create one of his own. Dean then began to toy with Sam's belt buckle, reminding Sam to ask, if that year away from hunting, if Dean had been a porn star, the thought only made Sam hotter. Sam threw down a kiss, finally letting his fear subside, enveloping Dean with his mouth, Dean moan, which was the sexiest sound Sam had ever heard. Sam grabbed at hair, pulling Dean up to him. Dean again moaned, “Wow, Sam...Who knew you were such a beast?” Dean said before lowering himself down, to continue with the shirt.
Sam chuckled. “ I guess you do.”
Dean chuckled. “ I guess.” Then resumed his torture, he ripped the now, unbuttoned shirt off, viewing all of the muscles that Sam, hid from him. Omg, I never knew my brother was so...gorgeous. Dean thought. Dean placed his mouth over one of Sam's nipples, licking and sucking on it, feeling what is was doing to Sam, made him grin. Sam might be hotter, but I am kinkier. Dean thought again.
Sam, was making noise he didn't even know humans could make, but the pleasure he felt, humans weren't meant for this kind of pleasure. Dean's mouth then found the other nipple, and just like before, Sam arched back, grabbing the top of the stall with his right hand, breathing heavily.
Dean then looked up at Sam. “Do you want more?” he said, licking his lips. All Sam could do was moan... Dean smirked. “You'll get it after the case.” as he set Sam down, kissing him, for what Sam thought to be the last time, Dean had other plans. Sam buttoned his shirt, while Dean sneaked in a few kisses on the cheek. Sam pouted, he hadn't wanted it to end, but apparently, Dean was willing to continue at a later time. And as they made their way out of the restroom, Dean spoke once more.
“Oh, Sammy. Brother to brother. Your a great kisser.” Sam blushed.
I know, i am evil...sue me
“Hey, what the hell. Let me in.” and after a few minutes of struggle, he stopped. Dean sighed, pulling back, still keeping Sam's face within his hands, gazing still into those hazel eyes. He could see Sam's breath was rushed, frantic, and he loved knowing that he was the cause of it. He moved closer, as what seemed like a kiss, became so much more, Dean went to the side, resting his lips at Sam's ear. Sam's heart skipped a beat. What was he doing? Then Dean finally spoke. “I mean it Sammy. I love you.” and with that Dean began the pursuit of kisses, Dean was more aggressive, more wild, but Sam loved it. Deans tongue danced at the opening of Sam's lips, asking a question. Sam answered by deepening the kiss. Taking in Dean's tongue, as well as allowing his to dance inside Dean's mouth.
Sam's breath was still frantic. He had no idea what was going on. He didn't know what to do. This was real. This was his Dean. And he would do anything to make this moment last forever. Once again, Dean snapped him out of his daydream, not by talking, but by...slamming him against a stall. Sam exhaled deeply at the impact. God his brother was rough, but he loved it non the less. He thrusted he lips down on his brothers, taking in his essence, allowing himself to fully taste, the brother he always 'wanted'.
Dean hoisted Sam up, he didn't know how though. Sam was bigger, more muscular, more beautiful. He began to attack Sam's clothing, ripping off his coat. Dean began to tease Sam, as he unbuttoned his shirt, thrusting into him with each snap, rubbing his growing erection, against Sam's thigh, it did no less for Sam, then to create one of his own. Dean then began to toy with Sam's belt buckle, reminding Sam to ask, if that year away from hunting, if Dean had been a porn star, the thought only made Sam hotter. Sam threw down a kiss, finally letting his fear subside, enveloping Dean with his mouth, Dean moan, which was the sexiest sound Sam had ever heard. Sam grabbed at hair, pulling Dean up to him. Dean again moaned, “Wow, Sam...Who knew you were such a beast?” Dean said before lowering himself down, to continue with the shirt.
Sam chuckled. “ I guess you do.”
Dean chuckled. “ I guess.” Then resumed his torture, he ripped the now, unbuttoned shirt off, viewing all of the muscles that Sam, hid from him. Omg, I never knew my brother was so...gorgeous. Dean thought. Dean placed his mouth over one of Sam's nipples, licking and sucking on it, feeling what is was doing to Sam, made him grin. Sam might be hotter, but I am kinkier. Dean thought again.
Sam, was making noise he didn't even know humans could make, but the pleasure he felt, humans weren't meant for this kind of pleasure. Dean's mouth then found the other nipple, and just like before, Sam arched back, grabbing the top of the stall with his right hand, breathing heavily.
Dean then looked up at Sam. “Do you want more?” he said, licking his lips. All Sam could do was moan... Dean smirked. “You'll get it after the case.” as he set Sam down, kissing him, for what Sam thought to be the last time, Dean had other plans. Sam buttoned his shirt, while Dean sneaked in a few kisses on the cheek. Sam pouted, he hadn't wanted it to end, but apparently, Dean was willing to continue at a later time. And as they made their way out of the restroom, Dean spoke once more.
“Oh, Sammy. Brother to brother. Your a great kisser.” Sam blushed.
I know, i am evil...sue me