Watching Dean cut him free from the handkerchief bindings did something for Sam; made something sensual stir in his gut. He wasn't sure why, exactly. Hell, they'd had to free each other from being tied up on several occasions in their past, and it had never given him that twinge of sexual desire before. On the other hand, neither had being tied up, period.

Once Sam's hands were free, he didn't even allow himself to think about the ache in his shoulders. He just reached up and clung to Dean, everywhere he was able to touch; dig his fingers into, he touched as he devoured his brother's delicious mouth. All Dean could do was hold on.

Sam's hands...well they did something for Dean that he couldn't quiet completely grasp a hold of the right word to describe it. It's as if they were somehow electrified. Like shock waves bursting from wherever they touched. Like ripples in a pond when you tossed a stone in. That contact point was strong, but the waves eventually hit every point of the surface.

There was no one else that affected him like Sam. No touch had ever been quite like his. No kiss had ever felt so right; so...his. Not even with Cassie. And he'd actually loved her. Dean hadn't loved many people in his life. Not in a 'hey I love you and kinda also wanna be up in you' kinda way. Sam had been his first love. Cassie was a surprise. And now, in the light of everything, he couldn't bring himself to feel one single iota of regret about having to leave. No more hatred for his father in that sense, making them what they are. Because now...well, now he had what he was supposed to from the very beginning. If they'd stayed, if their lives were normal, he wouldn't have this. Hell...according to the Djinn version of what life would've been like, Sam wouldn't even like him much at all...

And damn if that didn't just twist every cell in his body into billions of tiny painful knots.

Dean's arms wrapped around Sam and squeezed him to his body, his head pressed up into his neck as he just breathed him in, not wanting to let go. He could never let him go. Fuck...he needed to show him that. He needed to keep him there forever...

Sam still writhing in his grasp, Dean grabbed a handful of that mop of hair and pulled. "Turn around," he demanded.

"De-?"

"Turn around, baby. Need to fuck you...fuck please..." he breathed trying to turn him around.

Sam wanted to protest. He loved seeing Dean come, and he wouldn't be able to if he was facing the other way. But the look on Dean's face paralyzed his speech. He did as he was told, quickly turning around and getting onto his hands and knees, and realizing right then just how numb his arms were, silently praying he could hold himself up still.

"Oh...f-fuck!" Sam shouted as Dean shoved inside in one long thrust, no prior warning or leading up.

"Yeah...fuck, Sammy, so fucking hot and tight, even with all that stretching..." he bent over Sam's back grazing teeth against his shoulder blade. Sam moaned and ducked his head, pressing his ass harder back against Dean. "Damn, baby," Dean growled. "Fuckin' love having my cock in you, don't you," he pulled out and slammed back in. "Doesn't matter how many times I make you come with my hands or my mouth, you'll still want my cock in your ass."

"Ah...De- Dean..." Sam arched his back, trying to get closer to his brother.

"Yeah, you love it...Say it, baby boy... Tell me. Wanna hear you say it..."

"Fuck... Yes! Fuck, Dean, love your cock in me... Fuck...please!"

"Yeah..." Dean grunted as he pressed into him again. "Feel so fuckin' good, baby..."

"De-" Sam's arms started shaking, ready to give out, and Dean could sense him starting to collapse. Quickly he pulled him back up, holding him against his chest as he sat back, is cock driving deeper into him with the angle. "Uhn! Yeah...Fuck...Dean, fuck me! Fuck, please! Fuck me, Dean... Gonna come so hard!"

"Jesus, Sammy," Dean shuddered behind him, holding him with hands splayed over his abs and chest. "You just came...Fuck, you love my cock so much, already gonna come again for me? Fuck, baby...fuck...so fucking hot..."

Sam's hands flailed, grasping and scratching at Dean's arms, then up until he could reach back into Dean's short hair, scratching and pulling, gripping onto what hair he could. Sam was breathing so hard, Dean was torn by the fact that he wasn't more concerned than he was. "Want...want you to come with me, De..." he told him as he bounced on his brother's cock as much as he could manage at this point, trying to do some part of the work.

"God, Sam," Dean hissed a breath beside Sam's ear. "Not a fuckin' problem at this point, little brother..."

"Ohho f-fuck!" Sam was thrown over the edge at the term of endearment, this kink he never knew he would have... Clear droplets were all that managed to be wrung out of Sam's repeatedly spent cock, though that didn't lessen the strength of the orgasm itself. And he felt Dean stutter behind him, rhythm blown as he shouted Sam's name in his ear, hot come filling his baby brother's ass...

They didn't know when they'd collapsed onto their backs beside each other, but at some point, mid-catching their breath, their heads turned at the same time to see the other, and Sam smiled, teeth gleaming. "We're really good at this," he said with a small breathy laugh.

"Yeah," Dean smiled back. "Well I knew that already."

"I just mean...I've never had this much fun with anyone else. In every way that can be interpreted," Sam told him. "We might've been good individually, but combined...I think if there were an Olympic team sport category for sex, we'd be undefeated champions."

Dean furrowed his brows, but in an amused way. "That sounds more like something I would say."

Sam shrugged, "Maybe it's because you've been all up in me so much lately." He smirked at Dean's face which portrayed a mixture of disbelief and amusement.

Then he decided to play along. "Well you've been all up in me, too," he said. "Shouldn't that go both ways?"

"Maybe it has," Sam countered. "Anything different you notice about yourself?"

"Besides my constant craving to fuck my little brother?" Sam punched his shoulder. "I do kinda really want a salad right now...and that...is hella weird."

"See?" Sam smiled. "And right now, I would really like some of that pie," he eyed the table top, licking his lips.

"Fine," Dean rolled off the side of the bed to stand. "Gotta eat up anyway. Only been an hour, and I promised the whole day..."

And they ate the pie, then took a long, hot shower and tore the soiled sheets from the bed before curling up into each other again. They didn't have sex again, but they didn't leave that room, either. Content just to be with each other, the rest of the day flew by, the television acting as background noise...

~The end~

AN: Okay so...I do at some point in the future intend to continue this—or rather add another story in the 'verse. But so far my brain is screaming for some angst hurt/comfort craziness, and it'll likely go in that direction. Don't expect it any time soon! I have a book to finish by the end of summer lol.

Thanks for reading! :)