Title: Summer Heat [2/2]
Author: alakewood
Warnings: Wincest, underage (Sam's 16).
Rating: R
Word Count: ~1400
Summary: It's more than the relentless summer heat that's got Sam all hot and bothered.
Disclaimer: As always, I own nothing.

oxoxo

Sam glanced down at the smear of cherry pie filling and vanilla ice cream froth on his chest. With a shaking hand, he wiped the sticky mark off with his middle finger, unconsciously sticking the same finger in his mouth and pulling it back out with a faint pop.

And Dean was staring even more intently at Sam. His hands were even more tremulous than Sam's as he reloaded his spoon. "What? You want more?" he questioned, voice low and rough, uncertain.

Sam sucked at the finger again before sticking it into his root beer float. He flicked the foam at Dean. "If you can catch me," he remarked mouthily, shoving himself up off the bench before Dean had the chance to react.

Dean sat there stunned for a moment, pie and ice cream dripping back into his bowl, before he dropped the spoon and launched himself over the table at his brother.

Sam whooped and took off at a run into the gravel-colored sands of the Sonoran, Dean not far behind. Weaving around creosote bushes and saguaro cacti, he made his way back to the patchy dry grass of the apartment complexes backyard.

Just yards from the door, Dean flung himself at Sam's back, unable to hold him due to the sweat they'd worked up, and they both crashed into the dust next to Inez's garden. "You're getting slow, Sammy," Dean said, panting, as he wrestled with his brother in the dirt.

"Me? Took you long enough to catch up." He knocked Dean's arms away and Dean crashed to his chest, allowing Sam to roll them over and shoved Dean's back into the patchy, dry grass.

"Hey! Hey! You damn boys," Inez hollered, dropping an empty watering can and picking up the garden hose. She started yelling in Spanish as she aimed the hose at Sam and Dean.

Sam immediately rolled off his brother, letting Dean get hit with the warm stream, but they were both muddy in seconds. "Sorry, Inez," Sam said, giving up and just sitting under the spray.

"Sorry? I give you sorry." She turned the nozzle to the 'jet' setting, aiming it at Sam's chest.

"Hey!" Sam was instantly to his feet, trying to escape the stinging water.

"We are sorry, Inez," Dean said placatingly while her attention was trained on Sam. "Here. I'll water the flowers. Sorry about the yard. It won't happen again."

Inez lowered the nozzle and stared at Dean for a moment. "Fine. It's the least you can do. No more roughhousing. You're not wild animals." She handed the hose over to Dean, eyes narrowed. "And don't forget the ones in the front."

"I won't, ma'am."

Sam and Dean watched her go, Sam waiting a couple of seconds after she'd disappeared into the building before he burst out laughing. "What a suck-up. I won't, ma'am," he mocked.

"Yeah. But who's got the hose?" Dean quirked an eyebrow before raising the nozzle like he would a handgun and aimed it at Sam. "Young fella, if you're lookin' for trouble, I'll accommodate ya," he said, quoting a line from a John Wayne movie. With that, he promptly shot Sam point-blank in the chest with a jet of water.

"Hey!" Sam all but squealed, ducking his head and putting his shoulder down before rushing at Dean, hitting him square in the stomach and knocking him back to the ground.

"Dude!" Dean wheezed, dropping hose, temporarily unable to move without air in his lungs and Sam heavy on his chest.

Sam rolled off Dean again and into a mud puddle beginning form beneath them, laughing uncontrollably. "Suck-up," he said, getting back onto his feet and starting for the back door.

Inez appeared in the doorway as Sam approached it. "You're not coming in here like that," she said, waggling the finger she was pointing at him. "Dry off out here. And stop wasting my water."

Sam dropped his head. "Sorry, ma'am."

She handed him a pair of pruning shears. "Cut a few for me, too, eh?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Who's the suck-up, now?" Dean asked Sam when Inez had gone again.

"Shut up."

oxo

"We look like a couple of pigs," Sam observed as they headed back into their apartment, completely dry and thinly covered with caked-on dirt.

"Speak for yourself," Dean said, raking a thumbnail down Sam's filthy spine.

Sam shivered, turning to face his brother. "Should've hosed off before we came in."

"'Cause Inez wasn't pissed off enough about us screwing around down there."

"You started it."

"That's real mature."

"It's true."

"So?"

Sam scoffed, shaking his head and heading for the bathroom.

"What about my pie?"

He stopped and turned. "You can't be serious."

"Seriously serious."

"Get your own damn pie. If you hadn't flung it at me, none of this would've happened."

Dean shrugged a shoulder. "What are you gonna do about it?"

"Isn't that how this started?"

He took a couple steps closer to Sam. "How what started?"

Sam swallowed thickly, staring down at Dean. "This," he said, voice low, almost a whisper.

"This?" Dean asked, slowly leaning up towards Sam.

Sam's eyes were closed before he even felt the ghosting brush of Dean's lips over his own. He followed after Dean's mouth when his brother pulled away. "Wait." Sam's hands moved up to the back of Dean's head, forcing their mouths back together.

Dean's hands clutched at Sam's hips before sliding up his back and holding him close. "Sam. Sam, are you sure?"

Sam nodded, pressing his body closer to Dean's regardless of the suffocating heat inside the apartment. "Yes." His mouth closed over Dean's again. "God, yes." One hand still holding the back of his neck, the other dropped to the waistband of Dean's jeans and pulled him towards the bathroom.

Dean pressed Sam up against the pedestal sink, forcing a hand down between their bodies, unbuttoning and unzipping Sam's fly, slipping it under the elastic band of his boxers, fingers curling around Sam's hard dick.

Sam moaned, started pushing his pants and underwear down before beginning work on Dean's clothing. "God, Dean."

"Get in," Dean said, pulling the shower door open with one hand, the other still firmly gripping Sam's erection.

There was barely enough room inside the stall for the both of them, elbows and knees bumping against the tiled wall, the glass door, the temperature knobs. The water was cool when it hit Sam's back, making the confines of the shower bearable.

Dean reached for a bottle of body wash and the washrag that had been draped atop it. "Turn around," Dean instructed.

Sam did, letting his head fall under the refreshing spray, watching dirt and soap bubbles mingle as they swirled down the drain when Dean started washing his back with the soaped-up washrag.

With one hand dragging the rag over Sam's back and moving around to his chest, the other slid over Sam's stomach and lower, gripping his dick again, slowly stroking.

"Please?" Sam begged, attempting to thrust into Dean's loose grasp.

Dean's fist tightened, making Sam groan, and he abandoned the washrag for the moment, dropping it the shower floor to attend to his own pressing need. He manhandled Sam around so that they were facing again and pulled Sam's mouth down to his, keeping his pace on Sam's dick.

Sam tentatively took Dean's cock in his hands, stroking it as he would his own.

"Just like that," Dean said, forehead falling to Sam's shoulder. He breathed heavily through his mouth watching water drip off his nose onto Sam's heaving chest, focused his gaze further down to wear their hands worked between their bodies. But their hands weren't enough, just needed more contact, and they ended up pressed together thrusting against each other and it was all over too soon. "Sam."

"Wow."

"Yeah." He reached behind Sam and turned off the water.

Sam reached for the stall door and slid it open, stepping out on unsteady legs. He pulled a towel from a hook on the wall and scrubbed himself dry before grabbing the other and handing it to Dean.

"So..." Dean began, accepting the towel as he left the shower stall, "how about that pie?"