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Sam jumped as Dean slammed his palm over the page of the book he was flipping through. “Jesus, Dean, what the hell? I’m trying to research.”
“What is this shit, Sam?”
Dean was balancing Sam’s laptop on his other hand, his fingers splayed on the bottom to support it, the laptop warm on his palm. Sam glanced at the screen, his eyes catching the header at the top: the bright pink bubble letters that cheerfully spelled out YOUPORN. Sam rolled his eyes and went to grab the laptop. “Dude, seriously? You’re going to give me viruses.” Dean dodged Sam’s grab and dropped the laptop with a sharp bang, leaning forward, his palms pressed into the table.
“Yeah, Sam,” Dean said quietly. “Let’s talk about viruses.” Sam cocked his head a little bit, glancing at the laptop and furrowing his brow.
Dean crushed his lips onto Sam’s, cutting him off, bringing his hands up to hold Sam’s jaw as he kissed him. “Do you know what I stumbled upon while I was surfing the web, Sam?” he said after pulling away, still holding Sam’s face. Sam shifted a little in his chair, nervous now. Dean pressed their foreheads together. “I found you, Sam. So tell me,” Dean murmured, his voice even, and Sam forgot to breathe, his heart stopping, “exactly what the hell you are doing on YouPorn.com?”
“Dean…” Sam stammered, reaching up to grip his brother’s wrists still cupped around his face. “I just— Money was short in Stanford, you know, I needed cash for food and stuff, and I had a friend who offered, and I just—” Dean cut him off again, pressing his lips to Sam’s and pulling him up off the chair without breaking the kiss, only pulling away to push him down onto the bed. “I swear to fucking god,” he muttered into Sam’s skin, nipping at Sam’s jawline as his fingers began to open the buttons on his shirt, “when I clicked on the link, I didn’t realize who it was at first.” Dean lifted his head and didn’t bother unbuttoning his own shirt, grasping the material and tearing it instead, shrugging it off his shoulders and onto the floor. Sam tossed his shirt over the edge of the bed as well, his fingers scrabbling at Dean’s belt. “I wanted to fucking murder the guy,” Dean growled, his teeth catching skin as he yanked the waist of his little brother’s jeans down to his ankles. Sam flushed and kicked them to the floor. Dean wasted no time and ripped his own jeans off, adding them to the pile on the floor. He gripped his little brother’s hips and dipped his head down, laying kisses along his hipbones and abdomen, the skin under his chin just barely brushing the tip of Sam’s cock as he moved. “Dean,” Sam whined, squirming a little, feeling Dean’s hot breath over his cock. Dean crooked a small smile.
"Didn’t treat you right, the guy,” Dean muttered, pushing Sam’s knees up to his chest and settling himself between his legs. He pressed his mouth over his brother’s little pink hole, his tongue darting out and licking a wet, sloppy circle around the rim. Sam mewled a little, fisting his hands into the sheets. “Didn’t know how to take care of you. Did it all wrong.” Dean licked harder, swirling his tongue over Sam’s opening until he pulled back with a wet slurp. He pushed himself back up, reaching over to the dresser for the little container of lube. He drizzled some over his fingers, smiling a little at the way his little brother’s breath hitched as he smeared it over his own cock. “Guy didn’t know even how to make you feel good, did he?” Dean reached down, sliding two fingers into Sam and watching how his expression changed with every crook of his fingers. “Inexperienced bastard. You didn’t even look like you truly enjoyed that orgasm at the end.” Sam’s breath was coming in pants now, and Dean slipped a third finger in, scissoring them around, opening his brother up.
“Dean,” Sam gasped, arching into his fingers, trying to get them deeper. “Dean, please. Need it. Need you.” Dean let his fingers brush at Sam’s prostate just once more, enjoying the little ‘o’ his candy-pink lips formed as the pleasure sparked through him before pulling his fingers out and lining his cock up. He leaned over his brother, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before pushing in, one long movement until he was buried to the base. Sam made a little noise as he felt the burn, and his features furrowed a bit before he relaxed, the pleasure coursing through him as Dean started to move his hips. He moaned, reaching down to palm his neglected cock, but Dean batted his hand away. “I’ll show you, baby boy,” he said, wrapping his hand around Sam’s cock instead. “I’ll show you how you’re really supposed to orgasm.” Sam moaned, long and loud, his vision exploding in white as he came, his hands fisting in the sheets, and Dean came to his little brother clenching around him, making the most delicious little sounds he’d ever heard, much better than he’d seen in the video.
"See, baby boy,” he breathed as he pulled out and crawled to lay beside his brother, tugging him close. Sam’s long legs wrapped around his middle, his long locks spilling over the pillow as he rested his head on Dean’s shoulder. “That’s how you do it.”