Want

They're almost there; Dean yanks the wheel of the Impala sharply and gravel sprays up as they pull into the motel parking lot, narrowly missing the battered Ford next to them. Sam doesn't even wait for Dean to turn the engine off before he's all over him, hands shoved up Dean's shirt and pinching his nipples, tongue licking rough unshaven cheeks, Dean's panting breaths in his ear driving him mad.

"Sammy," Dean groans, pushing him away and opening the door, "just... wait, c'mon..."

"Get out," Sam growls, pushing Dean out the door and following behind him, so close Dean's ass is bumping against his erection. The door to the Impala slams shut with a screech of metal, echoing through the dimly-lit parking lot, but Sam's ears are full of the rush of blood, the sound of Dean's loud breathing. Sam pushes him aside and fumbles for the keys in his pocket, Dean's arms wrapping themselves around his shoulders, Dean's mouth sucking and biting his neck as far up as he can reach. The door falls open, they tumble inside, and Sam's got Dean pressed up against the wall a moment later.

"God, fuck, yeah," Sam says, his voice roughened with want. He can see the open door just out of reach, but Dean's biting his collarbone, nearly breaking the skin as he whimpers and rubs his groin against Sam's leg, and really, there are more important things in life right now than closing doors. Like, say, Dean falling to his knees and tugging Sam's jeans open just enough to pull his underwear down and get his dick out, hard and wet and leaving shining trails of precome all over Dean's face as he rubs himself against it and grips it firmly at the base.

Sam's mouth falls open on a low moan, his head hitting the wall behind him with a dull thunk as Dean licks his lips and feeds Sam's dick into his mouth.

"Christ, Dean," Sam chokes out, hips jerking spastically as Dean closes his mouth and pulls away slowly, the suction going straight to Sam's balls and sending shivers of pleasure through his body. "You're such a fucking cockslut, I just..." Dean grunts softly in agreement, his eyes flashing wickedly at Sam when he looks down to see his cock sliding in and out of Dean's sinful mouth. There's a cold draft blowing in the open door; a dog barks and a door slams outside, and Sam flinches sharply. Dean ignores the sounds, pressing Sam into the wall, fucking devouring his cock, muted sounds of lust filtering into Sam's ear through the thumping haze of want that surrounds him. At the edge of sound, he hears a steady slap; he looks down further, past Dean's mouth and tongue, and sees that his brother's got his hand in his pants, his dick poking out of the folds of fabric as he jerks and tugs it frantically.

"Oh god," Sam moans, closing his eyes against the sweat dripping down his forehead, and his dick empties into Dean's mouth, coming down his throat, and Dean pulls away with a grunt as Sam keeps coming, God, it hurts so good. Finally he's done, his body jerking and whimpering as he rests his head against the wall before sliding down to join Dean on the ground.

"Sam," Dean says softly, his voice tight with need. Sam tugs him closer, leaning in to kiss him. His face is decorated with Sam's come, pale streaks sliding off his lip and cheeks, and Sam licks him softly. Dean's bottom lip is swollen and wet, tasting of Sam and sweat and the sharp tang of blood from where he bit through it earlier that evening. It turns into a dirty kiss, as Sam pushes Dean onto his back on the floor, Dean's hard cock sliding against his stomach as he licks his way into his brother's mouth. Dean humps up once, twice, and Sam swallows his moans as he comes all over himself.

It's not till Dean's in the shower that Sam realizes the door is still open.

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