Sam fingered him first, slow and deliberate. Made him keep his hands above his head, didn't let him touch himself. Just slow relentless slides of his fingers until he was pressing in knuckles deep with four fingers that were dripping with lube. His breath was already harsh, breathing heavy like he'd already fucked Dean, just thinking about what he was going to do.

"Are you ready?" he panted against Dean's spine as he licked a bead of salt off his tail bone.

"Fuck. Do it already, Sam. Come on." Dean's voice was a soft harsh pant from where he had his head turned into the pillow.

Sam reached next to him and ran a handful of lube over the gun. As much as he could get on there. Felt the cool slide of metal against the palm of his hand and shivered. God, just thinking about it. Just touching it. It made all the heat in his body rush to his cock and tug at his balls.

He brushed lube slicked fingers gently along the back of Dean's thigh, slowly stroking the tension that had built there in that moment of silence. "Breath, Dean," Sam whispered into the thick air. "Slow and steady. I won't hurt you. I'll make it good. This is going to feel good." He pressed a kiss again to the base of Dean's spine and ran his fingers along the cleft of Dean's ass, slowly, gently, spreading him open with his left hand while he tried to steady his right.

"Don't move. Keep your hands above your head where they are." He let his finger brush over the hole in a soft pressing circle before bringing the gun forward. He let just the very tip touch Dean's entrance, let the lube slide it smoothly around in circles. Sam watched fascinated as Dean whimpered and fought not to arched his back, body moving in small restless jerks.

"Sam…"

"Shhhh, Dean. It's okay to like it. Just let me do this for you," Sam whispered as softly as he could even though his voice felt rough and his lungs felt dry. "I'm going to push a little now, Dean. Ready?" Dean gave a quick nod against the pillow and turned his face into the cotton, fingers digging deep into the crisp white pillow case.

Sam drew in a deep breath and pushed on the hilt of the gun. He only let it just breach the tight ring of muscle but that seemed to be enough. Dean's back came off the bed and he let out a smothered sob as his body jerked through the beginning of his orgasm.

Sam reached under his raised hips as they jerked and cupped his hand over the head of Dean's cock, catching as much of Dean's release as he could.

He let Dean breath for a minute, let his body stop twitching. But he didn't let him settle. He slipped his come filled palm down over Dean's sensitive cock, felt him try to pull away but be held still by the gun still just barely grazing his insides. Sam ran his hand slowly up and down the shaft and over the head. Let the come dribble out between his fingers before turning them over and whipping the mess back onto Dean's cock to start all over again.

"Sam. Sam, man, stop. FUCK." Dean's body jerked and Sam smiled to himself, let his hand pick up pace. "Co… ome on, bro. Let a…. a man re… est."

"What? You really thought you were going to get off that easily?" Sam smiled as he looked back at the gun still held tightly in his hand. "Nah, man. We're just getting started."

"Sam…," this time it was a warning. Sam wasn't hearing it though. He pressed forward a little more on the gun and Dean's whole body lurched forward.

"Easy now, Dean. Easy. Not gonna hurt you, remember?"

"I know, Sammy. I know. Just…"

Sam leaned down to whisper next to Dean's ear, "Just what, Dean? Tell me what your-- what it feels like."

"Sam…," Dean growled.

"Tell me. Come on, I want to know. Tell me how it feels, Dean. Does it feel good? Can you feel the metal against you? Is it cold? Or has it heated up with your body? Does it feel full? Does it feel better than my fingers? My cock?"

"Sam."

"Tell me."

Dean heaved a sigh, his shoulders rising off the bed with the force of it. "It… it's… cool but not… cold. It feels like my ring when I jerk off. But different because it's inside me and it's bigger and it… It feels good, Sammy. Okay? It feels good."

"Hmmm," Sam nuzzled against his ear. Letting his hand continue slow strokes up and down Dean's hardening cock. "Good. I'm glad it feels good. But you know, we're barely inside. Two- three inches maybe. We got a few more to… go." He punctuated his words with another push forward, pressing more of the barrel inside Dean.

"Fuck!" Dean hissed, head arching up off the pillow. "More, Sammy. Come on, more."

"Yeah, yeah, there you go." He knelt back on his knees and watched as he pushed another couple inches slowly inside Dean. "So fucking hot, Dean. You don't… Fuck, man. You should see this. I could come just from looking at you like this." Sam whispered, mesmerized by the way Dean's body swallowed the cool metal inside him.

Dean craned his neck to look over his shoulder to stare at Sam. "Do it."

Sam's hips bucked forward at the words. The way Dean's voice was hard and rough. He'd always gotten off on Dean using that commanding tone. But he had to wait. He could wait. Just a little longer. "Not yet, fuck, not yet," he panted.

"Then fuck me, Sammy. Quit messing around and fucking fuck me already," Dean snarled. And that was a command that Sam couldn't turn down even if he wanted to.

He pulled the barrel out slowly and then pushed it back in a little bit faster, still careful not to go too fast. He knew both chambers where empty. And as he let go of Dean's cock and applied another helping of lube, he knew there was enough of that too. But he was still worried about going too quick, too hard, too rough. He wanted to make it good but he didn't want to hurt Dean.

Dean's head fell back down to the pillow. "Fuck, Sammy. Harder."

"Dean…"

"Just do it, dammit." Dean growled into the pillow.

Sam pulled out quicker this time and pushed forward a little harder, a little deeper. Dean's back arched and he let out a loud moan that sounded like it was ripped from his throat.

Sam repeated the action and Dean whimpered. His body was trembling, not just his thighs; but his entire body shook with small tremors with the force it was taking him to stay up on his knees.

"So good, baby," Sam murmured into his skin, licking beads of sweat from his back.

"Don't," Dean heaved a sigh. "Call me, 'baby', asshole." He pushed back with what strength seemed left in his body as if too prove he wasn't just that.

"Baby, baby, baby," Sam mouthed his way down until he was sucking a bruise into the very top of the crease of Dean's ass.

"Sam!" Dean whined, jerking his hips forward. "I… I…"

"Shhh," Sam soothed, trailing his tongue lower until he could feel the warmth of the guns metal against his cheek. "Wanna taste you." He darted his tongue out and let it slip wet and gentle around the stretched muscle. Felt Dean clench around the gun and growled low in his throat and pressed forward harder. Let his tongue rub broad strokes around as much of the skin as he could. Till he could taste lube and metal and Dean Dean Dean.

"Sa… gotta… can I… need to come, Sam. Now, Sammy." Dean started to move his arm so he could touch himself but Sam's hand was on him before he could even get his elbow waist level. "FUCK! SAM!"

"Yeah," Sam breathed out hot against Dean's skin and sucked hard on the flesh clenched tight around the top of the gun. "Come with my mouth on you."

Sam pressed forward as much as he could, his tongue finding it's way between the barrel and the tight ring of muscle and Dean was coming. Back arched, head thrown back, mouth opened in a wet open mouthed sob that sounded broken and raw and the hottest thing Sam had ever heard.

He knew Dean's body, knew he'd shoot three, four times tops. On the fourth pump of his hips Sam gently but quickly, pulled the gun out of Dean's body. And watched as Dean's body was wracked with two extra shots of come all over Sam's hand.

He pulled his come drenched hand away from Dean's body before Dean slumped forward with a loud, "Fuck!"

"Need to come, Dean," Sam all but whimpered in a voice that didn't even sound like his own. It was too low, too deep, too needy, to be his.

"Yeah?"

"Turn over."

"Fuck yeah."

Dean slowly rolled over until his back was out of the wet spot and blinked up at Sam. "Where?"

"Don't care," Sam whispered, breathing shallowly through his nose. "Need to come."

"In between my legs, Sammy. Come on." Dean reached his arms out to press his still shaky fingers into Sam's hips, guiding him between his opened thighs. Sam looked down at him through blown pupils, faced flushed and chest heaving. He looked like he was about to fly apart.

"I gotcha, Sammy. Alright? Now, wrap your hand around your dick, Sam." Sam did as Dean said and wrapped his come soaked hand around his cock, whimpering at the slight touch.

"Yeah," Dean breathed. "Look at you, about to burst from fucking your brother with a gun. You're a sick fuck, Sammy." Sam whined deep in his throat. He was hard enough without Dean adding to it.

"Alright, alright. Slow, okay, go slow."

Sam let his hand move a few inches up his cock, he's knees almost buckling at the sensation. "Okay, Sammy, I got ya. I got ya," Dean said softly as he tightened his grip on Sam's hips. "All the way up, Sammy. All the way up and over the head. Rub my come into your skin. When I blow you in the morning I wanna taste myself."

Dean let Sam move slowly for a moment before pressing on, "What do I taste like, Sammy? Why don't you give it a quick lick and tell me."

"Fuck, Dean. Can't. Can't let go."

"Let me…" Dean moved a hand from Sam's hip and dragged a finger over Sam's knuckles. Sam shuddered as Dean brought a finger covered in come to his lips, "Open. Suck. Yeah, that's it. Clean it all off." Sam focused all his strength on sucking Dean's finger, hollowed his cheeks and rolled his tongue.

"What do I taste like, Sammy? Huh? What does your big brother's come taste like?" Sam's hips jerked and he came hard on Dean's stomach. It felt like it was being ripped out of him, pulled from the base of his spine and fed out his dick. He kept stroking slowly through the aftershocks as Dean circled his wet fingertip over Sam's nipple.

"I better not have a hickey on my ass, asshole." Dean said with a pinch to Sam's nipple and then laughed as Sam toppled over with a very girlish squawk.

"Bastard," Sam grumbled from where his face smooshed into the pillow next to Dean's head.

"Oh but you love me, don't ya? Just can't get enough of me." Dean smiled, leaning over to ruffle Sam's hair.

"Whatever you need to tell yourself, dude." Sam mumbled as he flopped around trying to get comfortable.

"I'm full of come, Sam," Dean said with a hint of disgust while swirling his fingers through the warm pool of Sam's, and a little of his own, come on his stomach.

"What do you want me to do about it?" Sam sighed turning his head on the pillow to look at Dean. Something clenched low in his stomach as he watched Dean draw patterns through the come Sam had just painted his skin with.

Dean looked over at him and cocked an eyebrow before bringing two fingers covered in come up to his lips and smearing it across his lower lip. "Clean it off."

Sam growled and reached over and pulled Dean's head down to his. "Whose the sick fuck now, Dean?" he whispered before sucking Dean's lower lip into his mouth and licked slowly at the taste of himself on Dean's lips.

"I'm not the one," Dean breathed against Sam's lips when he had to come up for air. "That gets off on fucking his own brother."

Sam pulled Dean's face away from him and gave Dean a look that Sam knew said plainly, 'Who the fuck are you kidding?'

"Not. Not like that. You like the idea. Get off on it, man. That you're fucking your own brother. I like to fuck you, yeah, but I don't get off on the fact that you're my brother. I just get off on the fact that it's you. And don't say a fucking thing."

Sam smiled and leaned forward to suck at Dean's lip again. It was still raw from when Sam had chewed on it with his teeth earlier in the evening. He loved the feel of it. Love the way Dean's breath would hitch when his tongue would slide over the small split Sam had made in the center. "So I get off on it. People get off on a lot of weird things."

"I'm not saying there's anything wrong with it. Well, there is if you were anyone but us. But me, well, I kinda think it's hot."

"Dean, come on," Sam laughed softly.

"No, I mean it. I like the fact that I can get you off by telling you to fuck your brother harder. Asking you what your big brother's come tastes like. What it feels like to have your brothers fingers up ass. What it feels like to have them slip slowly in and out of you. I like the way your face flushes and your body tenses and it's like…," Dean paused.

"It's like what?" Sam asked curiously.

"It's like you know it's wrong and it's some dirty sin and that fucking turns your crank harder than fucking me with a fucking gun does."

"I," Sam started but Dean cut him off.

"I like that I can do that to you, Sam. I like it when you loose it like that. You know what else I like," Dean asked with a small smirk.

"What?"

"I like that just talking about this has you getting hard again, even though you just blew your brains out through your dick a minute ago."

"Dean…," Sam hissed as Dean let the backs of his fingers brush over Sam's cock as it slowly filled.

"I know you just like you know me, Sam," Dean smirked still. "Talking like that is like an aphrodisiac or something to you."

"Fuck you," Sam growled but there was not heat behind it.

"Mmm, no," Dean smiled softly as he leaned in to lick at the shell of Sam's ear. "I have other ideas."

"Really," Sam chuckled and licked his own path over Dean's collar bone.

"Really," Dean breathed into his ear.

"I think I've got a good idea too," Sam whispered into his skin and brought his fingers up to trail along the cooling sweat on Dean's side.

"Bet my idea's better," Dean taunted softly, moving his mouth lower to suck lightly on Sam's neck. Let his tongue slip out and massaged circles around that spot that he knew drove Sam crazy.

"Ahhh," Sam hissed and arched his neck, baring more of his skin to Dean's exploration. "Didn't you just come twice, man?" Sam panted as Dean sucked hard on the sensitive tendon where his neck met shoulder.

"Third time's a charm?" Dean murmured against Sam's skin.

"Hmmm," Sam hummed as he let his fingers slide slowly down Dean's hip. Let the tip of his fingers creep crawl down over the round of Dean's ass until he had the whole left cheek gripped tightly in his palm.

"Sam…," Dean hissed slightly, raising his head up to look in Sam's eyes. "Still a little sore, bro."

"Just touchin'," Sam smiled lopsidedly, cupping Dean's cheek and squeezing it firmly.

Dean sighed and dropped his head back down to Sam's shoulder. Sam took that as a good sign and let his fingertips slide between Dean's ass cheeks. Let them just barely graze Dean's slightly abused hole.

"Sam…," Dean hissed again.

"Just wanna touch, Dean," Sam panted into Dean's hair, already back to being a little breathless. "You're still wet. Feels good."

Dean huffed out a warm gust of air onto Sam's shoulder as Sam circled around his entrance with his index finger. Let it press down against the puffy worn skin, before pressing just the very tip into the still relaxed ring of muscle.

"Ahhh, fuck, Sam," Dean whined low in his throat, setting his teeth to Sam's shoulder.

"Shhh, Dean. So good. Feel so good. Swallowing me right up. Tight and warm. So fucking… God, Dean," Sam breathed, leaning down to pant in Dean's ear. "Could fuck you all night like this. Just the tip of my finger. Feel you whimper and squirm. Wait until you're begging for more. Until you can't handle it any more and you fuck yourself on my finger just so you can get it deeper."

"Sa…am," Dean rasped, "Still sore, Sam."

"But you love it don't you? Love that little edge of pain," Sam smiled down at Dean as he pushed his finger in further and felt Dean's body respond. "Such a whore, Dean."

"Shut up."

"You are. You're a needy little whore," Sam watched fascinated as Dean's faced flushed.

"Shut up, Sam," Dean warned, face still turned into Sam's shoulder.

"Whore."

"Sam…"

"Filthy fucking whore, Dean," Sam loved watching Dean in moments like this when he let his guard down and let himself go with it, let himself enjoy it. Even if he struggled with it, Sam knew he liked hearing the words. Knew how hard it got him. And loved the way the flush would slowly seep from his face down his neck and into his shoulders.

"You're my whore though, Dean. No one else's. Just mine." He pressed in deep with his finger and felt a wave of heat wash over him as Dean's back arched and he exposed his neck.

"More, Sam. Come on," Dean panted through his opened mouth. He couldn't stop panting. Felt like he was going to stop breathing.

"Say it."

"Say wha… what," Dean asked breathlessly as Sam stilled his finger.

"Say you're mine, Dean. Say it."

"Sam…"

"I'm not moving until you say it."

"Dammit," Dean snarled snapping his head forward to glare at Sam. "I'm yours, you fucker. You know that. I'm your pretty little whore that you get to lay out and fuck however you want and I'm gonna take it all and I'm gonna like it. Happy?"

"Peachy," Sam growled and flipped Dean on his stomach like he was a rag doll.

"You know you're going to get it for this, right," Dean hissed out between clenched teeth.

"Who says that's not what I want," Sam leaned his whole body over Dean's prone frame and licked a stripe up the back of his neck. "Big brother."

Dean bucked his hips into the mattress and hissed as it rubbed at his still sensitive cock. Hard or not three times was hell on his dick. "You gonna fuck me or are we gonna talk all night?"