Caught: The Sequel

A/N: Hey! Here's the sequel, as per request of Twinchester Angel, Ibbet, and BettyBoop73. It can be read as a stand alone, though. Special thanks to my beta, Little Miss Rosie, for looking it over so late at night so I could post!

They had only been on the interstate for 20 minutes, and Dean was already restless. Ever since they had left the gay bar in the last town, he'd felt the tightness of his jeans intensify. It had settled for a few moments when he knew that he and Sam had been found out by their father, but returned as soon as he was gone. It didn't take a genius to see that his fidgeting was due to the uncomfortable bulge in his pants. So, naturally, Sam knew. If that wasn't bad enough, he was caught between being incredibly turned on, and rather amused. Thus, he just sat there, trying not to comment.

"I know I usually like to drive longer, but can we stop soon?" He finally gave in. Sam continued to stare out the window.

"That eager to have me in you?" He sounded serious, but his reflection in the window betrayed him, as a smile slipped across his features.

"Hell yeah, Sammy. I really need it." His brother knew as well as he did that sex did wonders for him that even the best alcohol couldn't. So, he pulled off at the next exit, and searched for the nearest motel.

They pulled up to a place called "The Baby Bear Motel"; a series of small log cabins behind another bearing the sign, "office". Where as Dean usually got the room, Sam knew that, with the raging hard on his brother had, he would have to get it. He slid out of the passenger's side door, and walked in.

Meanwhile, Dean did his best to keep his hands firmly on the seat on either side of him. He knew that if he so much as grazed his crotch with the base of his hand, he would not be able to stop. He impatiently tapped his fingers, watching Sam through the window. The person behind the desk, the one his brother was talking to, was a beautiful young woman, but he couldn't be bothered to glance at her for more than a moment. After all, she did drop her pen off the counter, and the large window in the front really showcased Sam's ass as he bent over to pick it up. He did so slowly, and then looked back to Dean, telling him that it was all a show…just for him. That did little to help his restraint in the matter of his crotch.

A few minutes later, Sam came back out with a key, and handed it to Dean through the window.

"We're in cabin #6. I feel like walking," he leaned into Dean's ear for the next bit, "So when I get there, you better be naked." He pulled back, smiled deviously, and walked off.

Dean hurriedly shifted the Impala into 'reverse', backed out recklessly, put her in 'drive', and sped off to the sixth cabin. He was out the door as soon as he pulled the key out, and he just barely remembered to get their bags from the trunk. After all, the clothes weren't as important as the lube in his duffel. Not that he minded taking it dry every now and again.

He pulled both bags to the front door with him and fumbled with the key in the lock. Somehow, he just couldn't get in fast enough. In the distance, he could see that Sam was nearly half way there, and watching him with amusement. Then, the lock clicked, and the door fell open.

Dean shut the door behind him roughly, placing the bags on the dining table in the front corner of the room to search his bag. Once he found the golden ticket, that is, the tube of lube, he shrugged his jacket and over shirt from his shoulders. He placed the tube on the table, and pulled his bottom shirt over his head, throwing it unceremoniously to the floor. The buckle on his belt was difficult, but once it was undone, the jeans he was wearing fell to join his other garments. One last piece remained- his boxers.

It wasn't easy to avoid touching himself, or grazing the fabric over his oh-so-sensitive member, as he removed the cotton boxers from his body. He was careful, pulling the material out at the front, far past where his body extended to. Then, he heard the click of the door.

"Couldn't get undressed in time?" Sam slid his hands to rest over his lover's, which were still clamped tight over the hem of his undergarment. "I think that I may have to punish you for that." He whispered, sliding his hand to work the firm length beneath the fabric. Dean let his head fall back onto Sam's shoulder as he pressed back against him, trying to escape the hand.

"Sammy…" he moaned, "stop…I'm gonna come."

"Damn straight." He pressed harder, and rubbed up and down until he felt the warmth of Dean's spunk coat the inside of the unfortunate boxers. Dean bit his bottom lip, not giving him the satisfaction of a moan.

"I'm still gonna fuck you senseless, De." A whimper escaped the shorter man's lips as he felt his softening length grow hard again. Sam removed his hand from his lover's front to grab at the lube on the table.

"Get on the bed…on your back." He commanded roughly, pushing out of his own jacket. "And while I undress," He tossed the lube on the bed. "I want you to prep yourself." Dean snaked up the bed, fully aroused by his brother's domination.

Sam watched intently, while removing his own clothes, as Dean hesitantly squirted the lube onto his fingers. His nerves were evident, and understandable, as he had never fingered himself before. Nonetheless, he fell to his back, spread his legs, took a breath, and pressed a single digit all the way into his pretty pink hole.

"Uhhhh..." He moaned, arching his back into the bittersweet intrusion. He started to stroke, pushing and pulling his finger in and out. By this time, Sam was fully unclothed, and enjoying the show. Dean added another finger a bit sooner than Sam would have, but he took it like a pro. Granted, the angle of his body was awkward to be relaxing into his own fingers, but he was able to keep going. On the third swipe with his two fingers, he shot upward, pain and pleasure mixing to form the familiar sensation he knew to be the product of his prostrate.

"Oh, Dean…Fuck." Sam began to stroke himself at the sight, though holding the base of his dick firmly to keep from coming. Dean added a third finger, finding that he needed more. After a few moments, he just couldn't wait.

"Sammy, please." He groaned, thrusting wildly against his own hand. "I need you. I'm ready." Sam jumped onto the bed between his lover's legs, swatting his hand away. As soon as the area was clear, he lined himself up, and pressed all the way in with one fluidic movement.

"Ah! Fuck!" Dean gasped, rolling his head to the side. "Move, damnit!" He complied, setting a brutal pace with his rough, quick thrusts. He reveled in the warmth of his lover's body with each push, and savored the drag with each pull. Sam looked into those deep green eyes, full of love, covered with lust, and he knew, just as he always did, that they would always be able to trust one another like this.

Dean felt a slew of sensations rolling over him; each thrust sends him one step closer to the edge of oblivion, and yet, he has enough of his mind left to be able to convey with his eyes the unspoken 'I Love You'. Promptly after, he felt the warmth of his impending orgasm spread upwards on his body like flame. He was so close, just waiting for Sam.

Sam hit Dean's prostrate on every other stroke, eliciting wild moans and gasps from his lover. He was almost certain as he failed to keep his eyes open as he heard himself returning the noises. He quickened his pace, snapping his hips madly into his brother. He choked back a scream as he came, filling Dean with the heated evidence of his release.

Dean clenched down, pulling the last of Sam's orgasm out as he came. He, unlike Sam, couldn't contain the scream as it pushed out of his desperate mouth. For once, he was glad that they were in an isolated building, but still hoped that no one heard him. He didn't think on it long, as his love collapsed forward onto him. Dean promptly wrapped himself around the larger man, clinging to him with strength untypical of his usual afterglow lethargy.

Sam, who had yet to even pull out, allowed himself to become tangled up in his brother. He pressed his face into the nape of Dean's neck, and wrapped his arms around him on either side.

"I guess you don't wanna get cleaned up?" He asked, not really sure which answer he preferred, as the come began to dry between them.

"No, stay with me." He spoke in near whisper, momentarily tightening his grip to reinforce his plea. Sam relaxed, allowing himself to sink into his brother's arms.

"I love you, Dean. I always have, and I always will." He spoke in hushed tones, allowing the peaceful atmosphere to remain intact.

"I love you too, Sam." With that, they both drifted to sleep in one another's arms.