“You sonofabitch, get back here! I’ll get you!”
“Dean! Don’t!” Sam is half laughing, half genuinely scared that his brother is going to shimmy onto the window ledge, naked, sporting what Sam hopes is still a pretty impressive erection.
“The damn thing fucking bit me. Gonna get rabies.”
“You’re going to get done for indecent exposure if you stay out there. Get back here.”
Dean huffs, gives the sky one last glare, and then climbs down from the window.
“Damn rodent with wings, it’s not even night time what was it doing flapping around, huh?”
Dean sits down on the edge of the bed. Sam pokes his butt with his toe.
“You’re not out of action now, are you? The great Dean Winchester defeated by a bat.”
Dean scowls and cranes his neck to see if the bat clawed much of his back.
Sam sighs and sits up, scooting forward until Dean is between his legs.
“It’s not bitten or scratched you,” Sam says, kissing Dean’s shoulder. “I’ll check you over though.”
Dean hmm’s an unenthusiastic grunt, but he puts his hand on Sam’s calf so Sam knows his grumpy mood is only a front. Besides, Dean isn’t the only one who should be grumpy at the bat, he was enjoying Dean grinding on top of him before they were rudely interrupted.
“Nothing here,” Sam says, kissing the bump at the top of Dean’s spine. “Still perfect.”
“Shut up,” Dean says, laughing softly, his head tipping back until it’s on Sam’s shoulder.
Sam strokes both of his hands up Dean’s arms then back down, his fingers touching Dean’s knuckles, his wrists, then sliding back up again. Dean won’t admit how much he likes being tickled, but Sam knows it anyway, and takes care to touch him like this a lot when they’re having sex.
“Mmm.” Dean sighs, leaning further back against Sam.
“Good?” Sam rolls his hips, pushing his cock into the cleft of Dean’s ass. He wraps one arm around Dean’s chest and reaches down for Dean’s dick with the other. It’s fully hard again, to Sam’s satisfaction, wet at the head, precome spreading easily when Sam rubs his thumb around it.
“Yeah.” Dean turns slightly, moving so that he’s able to kiss Sam, their tongues just teasing as their lips slide together.
Maybe the disaster with the bat attack was a blessing in disguise, Sam thinks, sucking Dean’s bottom lip into his mouth and biting it before pulling away.
“Lift up,” he says, tapping Dean’s hip with his hand.
“Really?” Dean smirks, impressed by Sam’s spontaneity or just turned on, but he does as he’s told, using Sam’s thighs as leverage to get his ass up off the bed.
“Wait, I need the lube,” Sam says, lying back and reaching for the tube up by the pillows.
He’d been using it on Dean earlier, and as he’s already prepped Sam just pours some lube onto his cock before spreading it around and then throwing it onto their pile of clothes on the floor.
“Ok,” Sam says, touching Dean’s stomach and holding his cock up for when Dean lowers himself down.
“Oh, fuck…” Dean hisses, the way that Sam stretches him always takes his breath until his body adjusts to the sensation.
Sam kisses Dean’s shoulder and neck, giving Dean time to sink down fully, both of them moaning when he’s sitting flush on his lap.
“Oh god, Dean… need to move.”
“Do it,” Dean pants, circling his hips and fucking himself on Sam’s cock.
Sam hooks his hands under Dean’s thighs and lifts him just a little so that he can start to thrust inside him. It feels so tight, Dean’s almost closed legs making the pressure surrounding Sam’s erection so good.
They move together, as soon as they break apart to breathe, one or the other is seeking a kiss again, never content when there’s even the thinnest amount of space between them.
Sam’s fingers dig into the muscle of Dean’s thick thighs, loving the fact that Dean is letting himself be manhandled.
“Yeah, Sammy… right there… fuck me…” Dean manages, his words punctuated by the rapid slams of Sam’s hips.
Sam smiles, blowing some hair out of his face. He kisses behind Dean’s ear, nuzzling his nose there too, breathing in the smell of both of them and feeling his cock swell a little more.
“Dean,” Sam pants, biting into the top of Dean’s shoulder. “Why didn’t you close the window?”
Dean looks up at the window and groans, his head dropping forward when he realises his mistake. That stupid bat could fly in again at any time and savage him again.
“Damn it,” Dean says, rolling his hips a little faster. “Don’t worry, Sam… I’ll protect you if it shows it’s pointy eared face again.”
Sam takes hold of Dean’s cock, jerking it firmly, making Dean’s body twitch with want.
