AN: As requested, an additional chapter with the shower scene... Apologies for any typos.

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The shower was small and stupid and not at all a very sexy follow-up place for the awesomeness that had just happened in the bed. The shower-head was higher up than the both of them, at least. So when Sam started shivering with his arms wrapped around himself because Dean was under the spray, Dean just sighed and reached up to adjusted the spout to shoot straight down and pulled Sam closer as he backed up to share.

The water hit both their fronts as they stood face to face, allowing the wide stream of medium-pressure water to wash the evidence of their previous enjoyment off of their torsos.

Sam watched Dean thoughtfully as the older brother lathered up soap in his hands and reached over to smear some on Sam. Really he was just sharing the soapy lather he'd built up. But as soon as his fingers touched Sam's skin, the younger brother's muscles did this little quaking thing that made Dean look up to meet his eyes for a moment, before continuing to clean himself.

It took a few more moments for Sam's brain to connect what he was supposed to do.

Dean tried not to be too obvious as he watched Sam's hands lather soap over his abdomen. Sam wasn't as ridiculously buff as he had been a couple years ago. Actually, Dean was kinda happy about that, because at least there was some physical difference between his Sam, and that Sam without a soul. His Sam wasn't buff, but he was well defined; fit. He was just leaner, lankier, and less bulgy.

He was perfect.

His balls were perfect. Dean chuckled at the thought.

"What?" Sam asked, nervously.

"Nothin'," he smirked and shook his head. Sam did this scrunching thing with his face that showed he was annoyed by the answer. "It's just, I was thinkin' about the fact that you shaved everything," he said, half-truth.

"Wasn't that big a deal."

"Yeah, but..."

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Once a month."

"What?"

"I wax once a month," he repeated.

"That's not what I was gonna- Really? You wax every month?"

"Well sometimes we get busy and it's an extra week or two before I can get it taken care of."

"You haven't even been with a girl in like...a long time."

"I'm too used to it, now," Dean shrugged. "Feels better without the hair. And what the hell? You keepin' tabs on who I sleep with?"

"No. Well yeah, sorta. I mean, when you're...I mean not... It's just more obvious when you've gotten laid, is all, and I haven't seen that...aura about you in a long time."

"Aura?" he scrunched his face at him.

"Shut up," Sam said and flicked Dean in the nipple, just randomly. It wasn't something he'd ever done before. He's snapped a wet towel at him. Thrown things at him to get him to shut up. But the nipple flick thing was kind of the only thing that popped into mind at that moment. But it totally worked, because Dean yelped and threw a hand over the now stinging wound.

"Ow! The hell, Sam, that hurt!"

"Sorry," Sam chuckled, pushing a little more into the spray to rinse the suds from his chest and stomach.

"So if that wasn't what you were gonna ask me, then what?"

"Um," Sam cleared his throat, eyes darting around absently for a moment.

"Oh no. This is gonna be something serious, I can tell."

"No," Sam shook his head, but then his brows rose slightly. "Well, maybe a little."

"Dude, just out with it already."

"I wanna know what this is."

"What what is?"

"This," he motioned back and forth with his hand between the two of them. "Everything that happened tonight."

"What do you mean, what is it? It was me showing you somethin'. It was us...getting off."

"Together," Sam raised a brow.

"Yeah, together. So what?"

"So then you kissed me."

Dean's eyes left his, then, darting around anywhere but Sam's face. "Uh," he cleared his throat, "Yeah, sorry about that..."

"Don't be sorry," Sam scoffed. "Just...hey, look at me," Sam grabbed Dean's chin and forced his eyes back on him. "Just tell me why. Tell me the truth, Dean."

Dean seemed hesitant. "You'll think I'm weird."

"You not ten minutes ago had my balls in your mouth," he reminded him, brow raised and a smirk on his face. "If it's weirder than that..."

"I wanted to know what it tasted like," Dean forced out before he could chicken out. His eyes had wandered again, though his face was held to look at Sam. And when there was no response from Sam, he met his eyes again, worriedly. Worried that Sam would think his fixation was strange. But all he saw in Sam's eyes was wonder.

"Why?" Sam asked, a breath neither realized he'd been holding let loose.

"Always wanted to..." Dean kept his eyes trained on Sam's, and watched as something flickered in them. "I uh...I remember my very first kiss," he told him. "I remember her mouth tasted like syrup because she'd had waffles for breakfast. And gum, she'd taken outta her mouth right before I kissed her. And somethin' else I didn't really understand. But...I remember coming back to the hotel room that afternoon and seeing you, and the first thing I thought was, 'I wonder what Sammy's mouth tastes like'. And I knew it wasn't right to think that...so I never said anything; never let myself dwell on it past that. But I always wondered..."

"Dean..."

"I wanna taste every bit of you," Dean pushed on, inching a little closer, his eyes traveling down to Sam's lips and then his neck. "I wanna know what every part of you tastes like. Like right here," he said just as his mouth reached the pulse-point on Sam's neck, tongue lapping a bit at the neck before his lips closed around it and pulled away with a light suck. An almost whimper came from somewhere in the back of Sam's throat.

As Dean's mouth worked so thoroughly on Sam's neck, a tingling sensation began to radiate from that spot, slowly traveling over every inch of his skin right down to his toes, and he began to feel his legs loosen like jelly beneath him. It's when he realized that Dean's hands had been placed lightly on his hips and were now moving up, slicked by the little bit of soap suds still left on his skin, and they settled just below his shoulder blades. Dean's mouth moved down to the crook where Sam's neck met his shoulder, and right before touching it to his skin he said, "And here," and continued down Sam's skin. Again he said, "And here," right before taking Sam's right nipple into his mouth, suckling it in a way that made it impossible for Sam to hold back the groan in response.

"Dean..." he pulled Dean's face back up to his, drawing him into another kiss, more heated this time. He felt Dean's hands slide down his back, groaning into the kiss as it deepened, and his hands continued downward.

Pressing his forehead to Sam's, Dean pulled his mouth from his so that he could speak again. "There's one place in particular I wanna taste that I haven't already," he told him. And Sam felt Dean's fingers slide over each globe of his ass, one hand pulling, while the other slid fingers down the crack to find the warm pucker. "Right here," Dean said.

"God, Dean..." Sam hid his face in the crook of Dean's neck and felt himself press back against Dean's fingers, the sensation sending a jolt through him, making him abruptly aware of how hard Dean had caused him to become again already.

"Yeah, Sammy," he whispered against his brother's ear. "Wanna taste you here," he pressed his fingers in a circular motion and Sam nearly jumped out of his skin.

"D-Dean!" he had to push away. "Y-you can't...do that," his face was shocked and flushed red.

"Why not?" Dean swallowed, unsure of what to make of Sam's reaction.

"Because it...it's gross, Dean! That's my...you know. It's not sanitary..."

"That's what you're worried about?" Dean grinned, relieved.

"You can't, Dean... It's...I..."

"Don't be embarrassed," Dean shook his head and smiled endearingly, running his hands down his brother's arms and grabbing his hands. "I've seen it done. It's supposed to awes-"

"You've seen it done?"

"Yeah, ya know...research," Dean shrugged.

"You mean porn."

"Yeah, so?"

"So I've seen porn where girls ate candy out of other girls' asses and pretend to like it."

"Really?" he looked intrigued.

"The point is the pretend part, Dean," he sighed.

"How do you know they're pretending?"

"Dean, come on..."

"Sam, you've gotta stop letting your OCD stop you from enjoying things," he stepped back into his brother's space and put his arms around Sam's hips, pulling his crotch flush against his and their cocks lined up, nice and hard still, even with Sam's hesitance, stopping any retort he might've had to the statement. "You tellin' me you've never gone down on a girl?"

"'s different," he managed as Dean's mouth was tasting the skin right under his ear.

"It's a little different. But not really."

"Y-yeah it is," Sam argued. "It's totally different. It's...dirty."

"So we'll just make sure it's super clean, first," Dean said before nipping the skin there and pulling away. "Okay?" he tried to meet his eyes, but Sam seemed embarrassed and was looking everywhere but at his brother. "Sammy," Dean reached over to the shampoo bottle, pouring some onto his fingertips before setting it down again and reaching around to Sam's ass. "I promise it'll be worth it."

Sam could only stand there as he felt Dean's fingers work the soapy suds around his hole. He tried to think of a response; a retort, but the feeling was too distracting. And as one of those fingers began lightly pressing inside, Sam had to grab hold of Dean's biceps for balance.

"Careful," Dean grinned where he couldn't see, using his other arm to hold Sam steady. "We're definitely gonna have to move this out to the bed as soon as we're done rinsing off. Last thing we need is to be added to the bathroom fatality statistics." Sam huffed a laugh, not releasing his grip on Dean as the older brother pulled his finger away. "Here, turn around so the water can get to it," he spun Sam around carefully, guiding him as he seemed to need it. Sam's hands ended up on the tile wall to hold himself up as Dean's fingers went right back to work, this time rinsing away the soap.

The way Sam was breathing, and pressing his hips back with every swipe of Dean's fingers, Dean knew this was going to be good. Even after the suds were cleared, Dean continued touching him there, and he took the step forward to be pressed up against his back and spoke in his ear. "Gonna let me do it, Sam? Gonna let me taste you there? I'll make it so good for you, baby. You like how this feels," he pressed his fingertip into him again, "Just wait until it's my tongue."

Sam whimpered and shuddered against him. "'s get outta here," Sam said, a bit out of breath. "B'fore I change my mind..."

Dean wasn't about to take any chances. He cut off the water and threw open the shower curtain, reaching for only two towels there were hanging right outside of it. He stepped out, pulling Sam by the hand as he laid one of the towels over the slightly taller man's shoulder, then snuck in to pull him into a kiss. "Gonna make it so good for you," he told him, pulling away slightly.

"Yeah, I heard," Sam grunted. "So get on with it already."

Dean narrowed his eyes at his brother before pulling him out of the bathroom and over to the bed farthest from the exit. He only let go of Sam long enough to strip the blanket off, tossing it to the floor.

"What're you doing?"

"They actually wash the sheets," he replied. "Not the covers. Just trying to be courteous. Not to mention sanitary," he smirked at Sam, who didn't really have a chance to respond to that before Dean was pushing him face down onto the sheet-clad bed. "Move up, unless you want your gigantor legs hangin' off the bed." Sam turned his face to glare at him. "C'mon, man! B'fore you change your mind!" Dean seemed a bit desperate. And Sam kinda wanted some more of what Dean had been doing to him in the shower, so he let the gigantor comment slide, and crawled up closer to the head of the bed.

"Good enough for you?" Sam tried to sound annoyed.

"Jesus...you have a gorgeous ass, Sammy," Dean said, a bit breathlessly as he climbed up onto the bed on his knees, parting Sam's legs as he inched closer to grab onto the tight globes displayed before him.

Sam gripped the sheets beside the pillow, face pressed down into it. Then he felt Dean suddenly bite down on the left cheek, not very lightly either, and it made Sam actually yelp. "Ow! Dean, what the hell?" he tried to look behind him.

"Sorry," Dean replied, sheepishly. "Looked so good, it was irresistible. Like a cheeseburger."

"Oh my god, dude... Please don't compare my ass to a burger ever again."

"Like a donut?"

"Dean..."

"Sorry, sorry. Lemme just...get to work, here," he scooted a bit back down the bed so he could lay eye-level to Sam's ass. "No more biting. Promise," he told him, before his hands were back on Sam's ass and his thumbs were spreading the cheeks enough for him to get to the pink pucker that was winking in anticipation.

Sam gasped out a breath at the first swipe of Dean's tongue against his hole. The first one was deliberately slow as if he was testing the water, so to speak. But then he was all over it like a starving man given an ice cream cone, and Sam was hearing these mewling sounds that took him a moment to realize were actually coming from himself. He decided the pillow was in the way and flung it away from him, pressing his forehead into the mattress, his hand pressing against the faux headboard as he subconsciously pressed his ass higher into the air.

Dean chuckled, not having expected that. "You like that, huh?"

"Shut up," Sam panted.

"Not until you admit it," he slapped Sam's right cheek, and noted the keening whine Sam tried to hide.

"What...what's it...taste like?" Sam asked, twisting his head around the best he could.

"Hmm...tastes like clean skin," Dean told him, reassuring him about what he'd been hesitant about before. "Maybe a little bit like that frilly lavender shampoo."

"So 's not bad?"

"No way," he smoothed a thumb over his skin and placed a kiss right where his thigh met his ass. "You want me to stop now? Or..."

"No! Uh...no," Sam tried to reign it in a little. "You...y-you can keep going. If you want."

"You do like it," Dean grinned, and Sam groaned in frustration and buried his face in the mattress. "Oh I got more where that came from, little brother," he moved to spread Sam again and felt his body shudder beneath him at the use of that pet name. And that fact, right there, sent a jolt of almost painful arousal straight to his groin.

"Uhn...fuck!" Sam shouted as he felt Dean's tongue actually enter him and pull out, repeating the movement in quick even stabs that took his breath away. "Dean...fuck..."

"Yeah, baby. Told you I'd make it good."

Dean kept it up until Sam was reduced to a squirming whimpering mess beneath him, and a cramp was warning in his tongue. But he didn't want to stop. Didn't ever want to stop being the one making Sam sound like this. Hands gliding across skin where droplets from the shower had dried and been replaced with sweat, Dean's eyes wandered to the side table, surprised at the luck of there being Sam's frilly girly lotion he'd been picking on him about for two weeks, sitting right there on the edge.

"It's aloe lotion, Dean," he defended. "And it's for the freaking rope burn I got trying to haul your cheeseburger-addicted ass out of that damn hole."

Dean had been pissed at the comment, and embarrassed about falling into the stupid hole in the first place. Stupid ghosts in stupid unstable old houses. But now he was kinda thankful for all of the events leading up to there being frilly girly aloe lotion sitting on the table right beside the bed...within arm's reach.

"Dean?" Sam turned his head when he felt the absence of Dean's tongue and the sudden dip in the mattress on his right side.

"'s okay, Sam," he assured him as he grabbed the bottle. "Just gonna try something else, okay? Tongue's gettin' a bit cramped. Not used to it."

"Oh," Sam took a moment to breathe, his body both relaxed and wound up at the same time. "Hey, Dean?" he asked, turning a bit onto his side to look up at him. "Have you uh...um...have you ever...done this before? I mean, to a guy?"

Dean looked at him, brows furrowing as he pushed up to kneel. "Never. Why would you ask that?"

"Just..." Sam turned all the way onto his back and pushed to sit up. "You're so...good at it. I thought maybe..."

"No, Sammy. Never been anyone but you," the furrow remained for a few moments more, then melted away and he smiled. "I'm so good at it, huh?"

Sam's nostrils flared as he breathed, making him look frustrated at Dean's words. "Shut up," he said without any heat, then pushed forward, a hand grasping the hair that was just long enough to grab at the back of Dean's head and pulled him into a heated kiss.

Dean groaned as he felt Sam's tongue dip into his mouth, sucking at his own for a moment before pulling away. "Wha' was'at for?" Dean asked, a bit thrown back.

"Wanted to see if you were telling the truth," he replied. And once Dean understood what he meant, he shoved Sam down on his back and kissed him again, swallowing the grunt forced from him. Sam's legs spread instinctively for Dean to fit between them, and the younger man gasped into the kiss when he felt a fingertips at his entrance just before one pushed its way in. "Dean!"

"Sshh just go with it, Sam."

"You can't just do that!" he argued. "You gotta warn a guy before you sho- wh- whoa!" Sam's back arched as Dean crooked his finger and pressed into a place inside of him that he knew somewhere in the back of his quickly emptying mind was his prostate.

"There ya go," Dean growled, pressing in a second finger alongside the first, then thrusting his hips against Sam's, their cocks gliding beside each others, wet with sweat and pre-come. "Gonna come for me again, Sammy?" he asked as he nipped at Sam's neck.

"Gnnn..." Sam's head thrashed back and forth on the pillow, his hips thrusting up and down, nearly fucking himself on Dean's fingers. And then he stopped, suddenly. "No!" he grabbed and squeezed the base of his cock, stopping his impending orgasm.

Dean pushed up and looked at Sam's face, confused. "Sam? What? What's wrong? Did I...I didn't hurt you, did I?" he slowly pulled his fingers from him, eyes scanning over his brother.

"N-no," Sam shook his head. "No, I don't wanna come like that," he told him. And after a few moments, he reached up and pulled Dean's head back down to his, foreheads resting against each other. "Want...um..."

"What, Sam? Anything..."

Sam swallowed, eyes locking onto Dean's. "I want...wantyoutofuckme," he rushed out. He'd have held his breath, but he felt that with any less oxygen, he'd likely die. So he just watched Dean's face for an indication that he'd overstepped his bounds; for the moment he'd need to beg Dean to forget he'd asked, and to please not leave.

Dean hovered over Sam, waiting for his heart to go back down to where it belonged in his chest. His eyes darted back and forth between Sam's, looking for any sign of what he'd said to be a joke. And once he was convinced that Sam was serious, his mouth dove back into Sam's for a heated kiss as he slid his hand back down between Sam's legs.

"Gonna stretch you real good, Sammy," he told him before pressing his fingers back into him. "Get you nice and ready for me."

"Nnn...I don't think I can wait that long, Dean," Sam nearly whined.

"Well you have to, 'cause if I don't, it's gonna hurt, and then you're gonna bitch about a sore ass for days," Dean replied as he collected more lotion on his fingers and pressed them back in.

"Will...not," Sam grunted as Dean pressed in a third finger.

"That's three, Sammy," Dean raised his brows. "Three fingers. My dick is twice that wide."

"Don't care!" Sam said through gritted teeth. "Just need you in me when I come. And that's gonna be real fucking soon, so you need to hurry up, already..."

Dean swallowed, then tried to let out a chuckle. "Pushy little bottom, aren't you," he said, the shaking in his voice voiding the mockery intended.

"Just do it already," Sam argued.

"Fine! But don't bitch at me tomorrow when you can't sit down, or so help me!" he said as he dumped a generous amount of lotion into his palm and pushed up onto his knees to coat his cock and line it up at Sam's entrance. "Hold your knees."

"Huh?"

"Hold..." Dean pulled Sam's knees to bend up almost to his chest, spreading him and putting his ass in the perfect position for Dean to slide right in. "Hold it right there," Dean instructed as he pushed the head of his cock in, slowly. Sam grabbed onto his own thighs and watched as Dean's hard length sank slowly into him. He was biting his lower lip so hard he was sure it would start bleeding. "Jesus, Sam..." Dean panted as he sank into all that tight heat. "Tell me...if I'm hurting you..."

"Don't fucking stop," Sam groaned, and suddenly Dean was moving to lay back over him, taking over holding Sam's knees back with the crooks of his elbows, and Sam used his now free hands to grab Dean's head and pull him back down into a kiss.

"Fuck, Sammy, you're gonna kill me," he panted against his brother's mouth.

"Only if you don't properly fuck me," Sam ground out, nudging Dean's ass with the heel of his foot.

Dean clenched his jaw, his nostrils flaring for a moment as he looked at Sam's eager face. "Such an impatient little bitch," he grunted before pulling halfway out and slamming back in, satisfied with Sam's surprised yelp. "Yeah, you want a proper fucking? I'll give you a proper fucking, little brother."

"God..." his body shivered again and Dean's cock twitched inside of him.

"Just call me Dean," he smirked, building up a fast, hard pace. "Or...big brother, if you want," he suggested.

"Oh fuck, Dean..." Sam's body began to arch up beneath him. "I'm...I'm gonna..."

Dean glanced between them to see Sam's cock begin to twitch. "Shit, Sammy. You gonna come for me? Just from my cock?" Sam just whimpered, almost sobbed at the building sensation. "Yeah, baby, come on," he sped up his thrusts, getting close, himself.

And then it just happened, damned near explosively, Sam was coming. His body was shaking with it and he was squeezing so hard around Dean that there was no way he could stop it; now way he could even pull out before he was coming just as hard inside of his brother...

He must've blacked out. Maybe just for a moment or two before he felt the weight of his brother on him, still and silent. "Dean?"

"Mmm..."

"Dean, you're kinda crushing me, here."

"You're crushing you," he mumbled.

"What?"

"Uh...sorry," Dean moved, pulling out of Sam slowly before rolling over to lay beside him. They listened to each other breathe for a moment, and then Sam's face scrunched into a grimace. "Dude, what's wrong with you?"

"Get me the towel," Sam squeaked out.

"Why?"

"Oh god ew just hand me the damn towel!"

And it clicked, then, and Dean chuckled as he grabbed his discarded towel from the end of the bed and threw it at Sam's legs.

"It's not funny, you jerk!" Sam pushed up and shoved the towel under his ass. "It feels weird and gross," he scooted back towards the headboard.

"Sorry, dude. You kinda viced me in there before I could pull out."

"Well next time you're wearing a rubber, 'cause this is freaking disgusting," he told him as he oddly rolled off of the bed holding the towel between his legs as he sort of waddled to the bathroom.

Dean watched him go, and once the words sank in, he replied, "Next time? You...wanna do this again?"

"Well I figure you might wanna prove you can go a little longer than that," Sam spoke up as he turned the water on.

"Longer... Hey, you're the one who was impatient! I was prepared to take my time."

"Whatever, man. Just...make sure you stock up on condoms and proper lube."

"Freakin' princess," Dean mumbled.

And Sam came out of no where...well, he came out of the bathroom...but it was so fast that Dean didn't realize it until he was being tackled. "Princess's don't take it in the ass," Sam smirked before kissing him senseless...

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