Dean flipped over again so they were in the middle of the rickety bed. He positioned himself so he hovered above Sam with said younger brother on his stomach. Dean reached down and gave Sam's ass a squeeze before quickly inserting a wet finger in his pert hole. Sam moaned out in pleasure as Dean inserted yet another slick digit, stretching out the entrance for what was to come. Sam could feel beads of sweat drip down his face as his brother inserted a third finger leaving the Stanford alum at a loss of comprehensible thoughts. Gripping at the tacky bed sheet, he let out a whimper of disappointment as the fingers were gone, leaving him with a feeling of emptiness.

But it was only a second before Dean guided his member to Sam's entrance. He inserted himself into Sam and Sam let out a grunt of pain at feeling so stretched. Dean paused a moment, to let his brother adjust, but it was Sam who had bucked his hips towards his brother, letting the man in him sink deeper. Dean took that his que and began thrusting. Pulling out slowly at first and then ramming back in. This time it was Dean that let out a moan.

"F-faster," Sam managed to spit out.

Dean pulled out quickly and slammed himself back into his brother, his balls slapping against Sam's ass. He repeated the action and Sam let out a very loud moan that let Dean know he had found Sam's prostate. As Sam made mewling noises into the pillow, Dean leaned down and planted kisses on the back of his neck. He used his tongue to lap up the sweat that pooled between his brother's shoulder blades. With a final thrust, his brother let a long moan as he spurted white globs of cum onto the bedspread underneath him. His vision went white and Sam felt nothing but pleasure.

Dean followed quickly behind. His dick spasming as he released his load into Sam's cavity. He rolled off of his brother and laid down facing him. He wrapped an arm around the taller man.. Both were panting. Dean leaned in close to Sam's ear and whispered, "We are so going to hell."

Sam smiled at the irony in the statement, but began to feel uncomfortable and sticky. He rolled off the bed. Dean propped himself up on his elbows to watch as his brother's naked form disappeared into the motel bathroom. Dean chuckled at his brother's need for cleanliness.

Actually, maybe he would join him. The thought ran through his head a couple of times and his limp cock twitched. Yes, a shower would be very nice at this exact moment. The sound of running water hit his ears and that was enough fuel to get him to stand up. His penis now at half-mast. He looked at the bag of food on the table as he passed. Shower and then pie, he concluded as he shut the restroom door behind him.