"This isn't working." said Sam from his position of being wedged in between the front and back seats.

Dean giggled and helped free a very naked Sam from his confinement. "We could always try the front seat."

"Why? So I can whack my head against the steering wheel?"

Dean giggled some more.

"How about we try it this way?" Sam asked as he positioned Dean so he was laying with his head resting on the door's armrest, his legs sprawled out before him.

Dean smirked and Sam crawled up between Dean's spread legs. Firmly pressing Dean's leg against the back seat as he resumed his tedious task of making Dean squirm as Sam's insanely large fingers coated in lotion entered him. Dean stopped giggling and fisted both his hands in Sam's thick hair as he moaned.

Sam teased Dean's hole. Never staying in long enough for Dean to grind down on his fingers. Dean whined.

Sam smirked and spread lotion over his cock.

Dean panted.

Sam braced one knee on the seat, the other leg slightly bent with his foot on the floor of the car. He slowly slid into his brother and gasped at the sensation. He felt Dean's leg beside him straiten, trying to gain purchase but finding none as Sam slowly, methodically, fucked him. Dean's fingers tugged on his hair and Sam took the hint that Dean wanted this to be fast.

His pace quickening, Sam struggled to keep his balance as Dean's free leg wrapped around his waist. Dean moaned loudly as Sam plowed into him, his head banging against the door, his back burning because of the friction of the leather seats that Sam was pressing him against.

Dean came screaming his brothers, his lovers, name. His muscles tightening around Sam, milking Sam as he slammed into Dean's spasming tightness.

Once he regained his balance, and his breathing evened out Sam gently pulled out and off his brother. Dean whined as Sam tried to free himself from Dean's legs.

They pushed themselves up into a sitting position in the back seat. "Dean, can you hand me my shirt? I think it's down there by your feet."

Dean reached down and picked up Sam's shirt and handed it to Sam.

Only to grab it back and crawl over Sam and preceded to frantically wipe off the footprints while muttering Dad is so not going to believe what ever I tell him happened.