Title: When You Came Back
Chapter: 1/1
Rating: M
Pairing: Wincest (Same/Dean)
Warning: Incest. Top!Sam
Summary:: Sex. Really. With a touch of drama. But mostly sex.
Disclaimer: Not mine.

The ring slips off his finger, caught in the tangled mess of his shirt and beater. Sam's desperate, grabbing at his pants. The buckle of his belt leaves a red mark as it scrapes against his abdomen on its way to the ground.

"Easy there Sammy," Dean chuckles breathlessly.

"No, no, need you Dean…Dean."

Dean makes to grab Sam's hands and stop them but instead they're caught in Sam's hands, and Sam's the one halting Deans movements.

"Just once Dean, please?" Sam begs and Dean's too far gone by this time to object. He nods his head, closes his eyes as Sam pushes him back on to the bed, falling on him but quickly moving his weight to the side so as not to crush him.

There's no foreplay, no sweet whispered nothings in his ear or a questing mouth nipping at his sensitive nipples. Sam's fingers slip eagerly into Deans mouth. Dean's tongue laves attention to the three fingers before Sam drags them out almost reluctantly.

It's rough and fast and way messier than usual. No careful finesse, no 'go slow' is uttered because they both want this too much to hesitate, to drag it out. Sam plunges in again and again and Dean doesn't know when, but sometime after the first thrust that grazed his prostate he starts screaming, his head thrashing from side to side.

Sam's fingers grasp his jaw in a firm grip, holding him steady as he lays a rough, bruising kiss on Dean's full lips. He bites at them, runs his tongue over them to ease the sting, before finally pulling back, his thrusts never once faltering.

"Can't…believe…you're back…" he pants between a few more stolen kisses. Dean isn't coherent enough to respond back, but Sam doesn't appear to care.

When they're done, Sam pulls out with a sound like a plunger, and falls to his side, grasping the sheet and pulling it up to cover himself and Dean. Sam's eyes are closed and he's asleep before the clock strikes twelve but Dean's still up long past that.

Tear tracks run down Dean's face, but they dry up before dawn breaks.