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Sam stops on the landing to kiss his brother. He can’t seem to stop kissing him every few feet. But since Dean sucks Sam’s tongue into his mouth enthusiastically every time, it doesn’t seem to be a problem.
“Missed you so much,” Sam says, almost without forethought.
Dean tips his head forward, resting his forehead against Sam’s. “I know. Me too.”
“I’m home for four weeks,” Sam says, as if it’ll be enough. But it’s something. He hasn’t been home since August and Dean was supposed to come visit over homecoming weekend but he’d picked up a stomach bug and had to cancel.
“And don’t think I’ll let you out of my sight the entire time,” Dean says. “Or my bed.”
They stumble backward a few feet. “Oh yeah? How are you going to manage that with Mom and Dad right here?”
“Like we always do,” Dean promises. “But I have a surprise for you.”
“Oh yeah?”
“I kinda sorta told Mom and Dad you were getting home tomorrow. They went to Kansas City to catch a Roos game, spending the night. We got the whole place to ourselves.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. Merry early Christmas, Sammy.”
They’re at the door of Mom and Dad’s room, and Dean walks past on his way to his room at the end of the hall.
“No, wait. Come here.” Sam dips inside his parents’ room. It smells like it always does. Baby powder and Old Spice. His parents’ queen bed is neatly made with its dark blue quilt. He doesn’t bother turning on the light. The light from the hall is enough to see by. He flops on the bed, spreads out.
Dean hovers in the doorway, a questioning look on his face.
Sam pats the bed beside him. “I’ve always wanted to do it on their bed.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
Dean’s grin is positively devilish. His ZZ Top shirt is up and off by the time he gets to the bed. Sam whips off his airplane-stale Henley. Dean latches onto Sam’s nipple and sucks. Hard. Sam goes from semi to fully erect in the space of time it takes Dean to switch to the other side. His brother suckles at him, leaving raw red marks over each nipple.
Dean pulls off and asks, “You wanna fuck in Mom and Dad’s bed, baby boy?”
“Yeah,” Sam moans, so turned on it hurts. “I want my big brother to fuck me in our parents’ bed.”
Dean bites the nipple he’s been working on and Sam yelps. “You’re so dirty tonight, Sammy.”
“I’m fucking horny.”
“Yeah? Why’s that?”
“You know.”
“‘Cause I’m such a good lay?”
Sam rolls his eyes. “Yeah, and—” Wait. He bites his lip. Does Dean not know? Did he not—
He pushes the thought aside and unzips his jeans. Dean licks the lips that have haunted Sam since he was eleven. The ones that kissed him when he was sixteen. The ones he’d had around his dick for the first time when he was seventeen. There isn’t much he hasn’t done to Dean’s lips, not much they haven’t done to him at this point. But they’re still the most beautiful pair of lips in the world. Still haunt Sam’s dreams.
And Dean’s licking them as he stares at Sam’s erection jutting out from his open fly.
“Goddamn. Commando. And did you grow? Again?” Dean sounds a little awed, a little annoyed.
“I’m the big brother now,” Sam says because he knows it’ll rile Dean up.
“Like hell.” Dean gets his own fly open and shoves boxers and jeans down his thighs. His chest is smooth and lightly ridged from all the physical labor he does at the garage. His pubes are shaved close. Sam wonders if he cleaned up for Sam specially or if he’s keeping tidy for anyone else. His cock stands up rosy pink and proud and every inch as big as Sam’s. Sam would be disappointed except why the fuck would he complain? His brother’s hung.
Lucky Sam.
“Don’t see anything to worry about,” Dean says glancing between them. Then he shuffles forward on his knees, spits in his hand and starts jerking off right in front of Sam’s face.
Sam looks up and Dean’s smiling down at him, dirty and sexy and beautiful.
He’s hit for the thousandth time how amazing this is. How lucky he is that he’s in love with the person who’s always loved him best in the whole world—who will always love him best. And who lets him do this. Who lets him touch. Dean lets him touch his beautiful body, wants him to. And more than that, they can be wanton and filthy together. They like it.
Sam loves it.
Sam remembers the first time Dean tried something non-vanilla and he’d blown so hard he’d almost blacked out. Dean had chuckled and declared Sam full of surprises. “Didn’t know you were so kinky, Sammy,” he’d said. And Sam had grinned, sly. “What? Fucking my brother isn’t enough of a clue?” And Dean had laughed, rueful. “Got me there, baby boy.”
But Sam’s suddenly not so sure that Dean’s aware this isn’t just about sex for him. That it’s not just one of Sam’s kinks. He needs to know—“Did you fuck anyone else? While I was gone?”
Dean stops stroking his cock, frowns down at Sam. He sits back on his heels as Sam raises up, so they’re eye to eye. “What the hell?”
“It’s okay if you did,” Sam says quickly, even though his heart already feels like it might be breaking. “I just kinda need to know.”
“Sam—I thought you knew,” Dean says quietly, seriously.
Sam swallows. Shit. This is worse than he— He blinks. Those aren’t tears. He’s just tired.
“Baby boy, hey, look at me,” Dean says, his fingers tipping Sam’s chin toward him. “I haven’t touched anyone since you left. I thought you knew you’re the only one for me. Ever.”
Sam's heart reverses its plummet and he lets out a rush of air. “Me too. I haven’t been with anyone since you.”
Dean’s smile is relieved and Sam feels bad for making his brother worry. “Don’t you know it’s always gonna be you and me?”
“Yeah, Dean,” Sam says. He leans forward to steal another kiss, and this one’s soft, so soft he could drown in it. God, what a way to go.
But Dean has other ideas. He manhandles Sam to the pillows, climbs right into Sam’s lap, brings their cocks together in one hand, stroke roughly.
Sam struggles to breathe, to keep up, it all feels so filthy good, Dean on top of him, his hand and dick sliding over and around Sam’s rock-hard cock, the smell of their parents' room, the line of framed photographs of their family of four on the dresser, his dad’s robe thrown over the back of the chair.
“Come on, baby, that’s right. Get off with your brother on Mom and Dad’s bed,” Dean growls, increasing the speed of his hand, thrusting his hips up and against Sam deliciously hard. “Baby boy gonna come all over his brother? Gonna jizz on mommy and daddy’s bed?”
“Yeah, Dean, gonna come. Gonna come all over you. Gonna make a mess.”
“Yeah, baby, make a mess of me. Make me all messy with your come. Get me dirty, baby.”
Sam can’t stop from shooting at that, his orgasm bursting through him so hard and fast the come’s suddenly everywhere, all over Dean’s cock and hand and a little on his belly and then Dean’s coming, too. Sam feels it hit him hot and wet. Dean sags over Sam, fumbling into a deep, lazy kiss, and Sam’s so happy he really might cry now.
They’re sticky and spent. If they’re not careful they’ll have to do laundry before Mom and Dad come back tomorrow, but right now he doesn’t care. He tucks Dean’s head under his chin, kisses his soft, mussed hair. Their dicks might be the same size, but Sam’s definitely a little bit taller now, and he’s not done yet. It doesn’t matter. He’s always going to be Dean’s little brother. Always going to be Dean’s.
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