Suggested by @sammymoose3
Dean's POV
The kiss was getting intense, a little too intense for public. I pushed Sam off of me. "Why don't we go back home, now." I signaled. He smiled darkly and nodded. What was that about?
Sam's POV
Dean actually suggested we go home early. That can only mean one thing. I've been dreaming of this for a while now. I've been dreaming of tearing him apart. I nodded at his suggestion. He smirked as we walked back to the Impala.
As soon as we got into the door, I began to kiss him, pinning him against the door. Slowly I moved from his lips, down his cheek to his chin and ended at his neck, where I nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin. It drove him wild. He seemed to be enjoying it.
Dean's POV
Sam is amazing, he know exactly what to do right now. How come none of his past girlfriends ever stayed with him? I grabbed his face off my neck and kissed his lips. After a few minutes, I pulled away again. "Bedroom?" I asked, gasping. He nodded and kissed me again, sliding his hands to my butt, signaling me to jump up. I did, wrapping my legs around his waist. He slowly made his way to my room, since I have the bigger bed. I always win at rock, paper, scissors. He laid me down on my bed and roughly took off my shirt. A little too roughly, I'm surprised it didn't tear or he didn't scratch my skin. As soon as the shirt was off, he was latched onto me again. He was biting my lip. I could taste blood once he let go. He tore off my jeans, leaving red marks where they painfully rubbed my skin as he yanked. His lips made soft contact with my inner thigh. That's more like it, maybe the lip bite was a fluke, he didn't mean it, right?
Sam came back to my collar bone and kissed, then sucked on the skin, creating a small hickey. On the other side, he bit down on my skin, hard. I looked down, there was a small cut. I was bleeding. This is getting too much. "Sam?" I said. Suddenly, I got flipped to my stomach. He slapped my ass. I cried out at the sting through my thin boxers. I could feel the red mark burn onto my skin. "Knock it off, Sam!" I shouted as I got out from beneath him and walked out of the room, not looking back. I went into the bathroom and locked the door. My eyes caught my reflection in the mirror. I looked horrible. My neck was lined with hickeys, there were bite marks in some places, and various bruises throughout. Maybe this is why he hasn't had a steady girlfriend for a while.
Sam's POV
"Shit" I muttered as he left. I messed up this time. He's never going to look at me the same ever again. "Dean?" I asked from the opposite side of the locked bathroom door. No response. "Dean, look I'm sorry. I fucked up." I said, putting my palms flat against either side of the door. I stood still. The lock clicked and the door opened. Dean was standing there. I looked at what I did and felt immediate remorse. "Dean I--" He held up a hand to shush me. I closed my mouth mid-sentence. "You need to calm down, man. You become a monster in bed, and not in a good way." I smiled shyly. He is still trying to be funny, so he can't be that angry. "Dean, I'm sorry, I honestly didn't mean it." I started, "I've just waited so long to find out you actually liked me in this way. I was too afraid that you would hate me if I admitted to being in love with my brother." I looked into his warm green eyes. He pulled me into a tight hug. I couldn't take it anymore, the tears silently flowed from my eyes. Once he felt the dampness on his shoulder, he pulled me off of him and wiped my tears away. "It's okay, Sammy." he said with a slight smirk. He kissed me softly. "How about we try this again, but this time you let me lead so you don't kill me." I smiled. At least my brother understands.
