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They could both be fired if anyone found out about this workplace affair. Not just a workplace affair- a manager in a relationship with tech support. They were careful to never be seen together at work or leave together from work… Well, except for that one time Dean Smith bent Sam Wesson over his oak desk in his pristine office.
Sam had jerked off to that pleasant little memory more times than he could count by now. Dean's strong hands positioning Sam exactly where he wanted him, Dean expertly working Sam open and fucking him so good he saw stars in that sterile room. Dean’s low, steady voice in Sam's ear, “good boy, Sammy, doing so good for me” while he came hard in Dean's fist.
Although Sam was significantly larger than Dean, he became so pliant under Dean's hands. Something about Dean made Sam feel so small and secure at the same time. Was it the age gap? No, Sam had been in more extreme age gap relationships than this. And it was more than Dean's charisma and swagger, although he had plenty of both. It was something Sam couldn't quite explain. Some connection, some tether pulling them together. When they first met, it wasn't a “nice to meet you” feeling. It was a “oh, there you are” feeling.
That feeling was still there now, Sam pleasantly pinned under Dean's full weight on his plush king sized bed. Dean had his arms around Sam's waist tightly while he thrusted deep into his heat, Sam's legs spread obscenely.
All sense of dignity between them was completely gone now, if it were ever there to begin with. They had each seen every inch of each other there was to possibly see.
The only way they could see more of each other is if Sam were to cut himself open and have Dean crawl in. Which wasn't a bad idea, actually, Sam thought with a blush as Dean held himself all the way inside Sam. Sam curled his long legs around Dean then, pressing his ankles against Dean's thighs.
Dean smirked and kissed Sam deeply, letting his cock dig into Sam deeper, eliciting guttural moans from Sam.
“Greedy,” Dean said, smiling and brushing a bead of sweat from Sam's forehead.
Sam kissed him back and said “yeah, well, you make me like this.”
“Oh, yeah? Well, I can stop,” Dean said, slowly and dramatically pulling out. Sam locked his strong legs around Dean, forcing him back inside so forcefully it hurt. A good hurt, and Sam let out a whorish moan he would be embarrassed about if it were anyone but Dean fucking it out of him.
“Don't,” Sam said through gritted teeth, kissing down Dean's neck and chest as Dean gave him what he needed.
“You got it, baby,” Dean uttered, and Sam let out another involuntary moan at the pet name. He wouldn't ever let any previous lover call him baby in bed, but when Dean did, he didn't just like it- he couldn't get enough.
“De,” Sam gasped, feeling his balls ache with the force of his impending orgasm.
“What, Sammy?” Dean cooed, as if he didn't know exactly what he was doing to Sam.
“Fuck me, I'm gonna come, want you to-”
“Oh I will, don't you worry, darlin’,” Dean murmured, really laying the smarm on thick, Sam of course eating it up.
“Unhh, good,” Sam gasped, jerking himself in time to Dean's steady thrusts.
“That's it, Sammy. My good boy,” Dean uttered, and that was all Sam needed.
“Fuck, De, I'm coming,” Sam gasped, mouth going slack and open, legs shaking.
“That's right, baby boy. Come on my dick. Show me how much you like it.”
Sam showed him without making much of an effort, his body instinctually responding to Dean. After their time together he was able to recognize Dean's tells far too easily. His left thigh would twitch, mainly, and his breathing briefly became unsteady.
Dean kissed him through it, Sam's body tightening around Dean’s dick as he came. Dean was wearing a condom, like he always did. Something about Dean made Sam want to be risky, made him want to throw his usual caution to the wind. He hadn't dared ask him to go bare, feeling like he was overstepping boundaries for such a new relationship. His thoughts were interrupted with Dean kissing down his neck.
“Such a good boy I love you so much,” Dean uttered into Sam's neck, the words so quiet and jumbled together that Sam wasn't sure if he had heard him right.
“W-what?”
“Love you,” Dean said quietly, but more clearly.
“I love you too,” Sam said, the words tumbling out incoherently.
Dean leaned down to kiss Sam, but Sam never felt his lips. Instead, the next thing he felt was being fully clothed, upright, and startled by unnaturally bright overhead lights.
“Dean?” Sam Winchester said automatically, knowing without really thinking that if Dean were here, everything would be okay.
“Sammy? Hey, Sammy, c’mere.”
Sam's eyes slowly adjusted to the unfamiliar room as he crossed to the source of Dean's voice.
Dean was there, his brother Dean, not Dean Smith, looking confused but steady, holding his hand out for Sam to find it.
Sam took it, and Dean brushed his thumb over the top of Sam's hand in a comforting gesture, forcing a small smile. Sam smiled back, but just then remembered who they just were- and what they were doing. Dean seemed to remember at the same time, and let out a choked gasp.
“Holy shit, Sam-”
Whatever Dean was going to say next was interrupted by a tall, balding man in a suit tutting at them.
“Boys, boys, boys. I put you in a simulation for a mere few minutes, and this is what you manage to get up to?”
They pulled their hands away from each other at the same time, feeling violated.
“And who the fuck are you that you could just play with us like that, like we're your little Barbie dolls?!” Dean snapped angrily. He reflexively stood in front of Sam, who stood behind Dean like he always did when there was a threat.
“I'm Zachariah. I'm an angel of the Lord. And yes, I can play with you, you insignificant insect.”
Sam watched Dean's shoulders tense, knowing what it meant: Dean was ready to fight.
Sam put his hand up to steady Dean and stepped in front of him.
“But why? Why put us in that world, where we didn't know each other?”
Sam bit his lip to hold back what he wanted to say.
Why did you let us fall in love?
Zachariah rolled his eyes, as if he didn't feel the need to explain himself.
“Because, I wanted to show you two chuckleheads that no matter what, you'll always be going to be in the game. And well… you both showed me a lot more than that.”
Dean glanced at Sam, who blushed in response. Before they could react, the angel touched an index finger to each of their foreheads, and they were back in a roadside motel in North Dakota.
Their things were exactly as they left them, the night as quiet as it was when they were last in their separate beds. They were both dressed in the same night wear before they were zapped into their alternate reality.
They stood facing each other in the small room, in front of the beds, both equally unable to speak. Sam swallowed hard and opened his mouth, then closed it dumbly.
“Sammy,” Dean started, voice strained. “I'm sorry.”
“Don't apologize. Please. It's not like either of us knew.”
“That we're related?!”
Sam turned away from Dean's sad gaze. Incest was such an ugly word, with dirty connotations.
“We were different people. We were strangers. And we found each other.” Sam sat on the edge of his bed, Dean sat beside him, keeping a reasonable distance.
“What does it say about us that as soon as we were strangers, we did... that?” Dean asked quietly.
Sam laughed and shrugged, not having a good answer.
“I mean… it was fucking good,” Sam said, blushing and daring a look at Dean.
Dean licked his lips, probably without meaning to, and slowly nodded.
“What's stopping us?” Sam asked.
Dean rose and groaned. “Dunno, Sammy. Probably the fact that you're my kid brother and I made a promise to keep you safe. And fucking my kid brother is not safe. It's sick. If I would've done what I wanted, when I wanted, I would've been arrested. And I would've been happily locked up. Because keeping you away from me would've been safe.”
Sam blinked and turned his head, processing what Dean had just said.
“Wait… you wanted that when we were younger?”
Dean buried his head in his hands and collapsed onto his own bed. “Yes.”
“De… so did I.”
“What?”
“I was 14 when I started praying to God to make me normal. To stop wanting you to fuck me.”
Dean silently let that settle in, looking at Sam with solemn understanding.
“Well.. what do you want now, Sammy?”
“You.”
Dean took it as his only necessary invitation and crossed the room to Sam, tackling him on Sam's bed where he sat. Sam went where Dean led him, tangling their legs together as Dean lay over him and kissed him hard.
“Can't believe I would ever want to say “thank you” to an angel, but here we are,” Dean said, and Sam laughed in response.
Dean took both of Sam's hands and pinned them to the sides of Sam's head. Sam was drunk on the power he let Dean have over him as Dean kissed him deeply, his weight and strength pinning Sam fully to the bed.
“Whaddya think, Sammy?”
“Hmm?”
“You still warmed up from earlier?”
Sam felt his face and neck flush, he couldn't help it.
“Jesus fuck, De-”
“So I take that as a yes?”
“Yes. Horny.”
“It's what you do to me,” Dean shrugged, grinning. He was hovering over Sam, amulet dangling between them and Sam thought to himself that this was his Dean.
Not Dean Smith, that shiny veneer that was painted over him thanks to the angels. This was Dean. Rugged, scarred, fiercely protective, frightening at times, perfect and imperfect all at once.
“Yes. I'm still warmed up.”
Sam tried to hide his face in Dean’s neck, but Dean nudged Sam's chin, forcing him to make eye contact.
“Don't gotta be embarrassed. It's me.”
Sam bit his lip and nodded, making an effort to get out from underneath his grip. Dean allowed it once he realized what Sam was doing. Sam stripped strategically, Dean doing the same, not taking his eyes off of Sam the whole time.
Sam blushed in spite of himself, even though they were just naked together earlier in the day.
Dean licked his lips and tackled Sam onto the bed, helping Sam out of his boxers, the last layer of clothing left in between them.
“De, do you wanna…” Sam started
“Get a condom?” Dean finished. “Do you want me to?”
“Not… really,” Sam said stupidly, because Dean made him so fucking stupid, both Dean Smith and his Dean. He didn't trust Dean as far as he could throw him, and considering Sam's most recent history, Dean probably shouldn't either.
But-
“I'm not Dean Smith.”
“Thank God for that,” Sam sputtered, smiling and digging his heels into Dean's lower back.
“Easy, tiger,” Dean murmured, stroking Sam's cheek. “I'll get us there.”
Sam nodded and let Dean finger him slowly, working the stretched muscle pleasantly.
Sam writhed under his touch, greedily bucking into Dean's fingers.
“De, please, no more foreplay. Not tonight.”
Dean obeyed, rising to get lube from his things, which had been untouched for who knows how long now.
Sam was prone under Dean, and found he was way too comfortable doing so.
Dean kneeled above Sam, stroking his thighs as he slowly entered him, Sam bucking up into him, whimpering.
Dean kissed him through it, finding a steady rhythm.
“Did you mean it, earlier, Dean?”
“What?” Dean asked softly.
“You know. That you love me.”
“Course I did. I do.”
“Good. Cos I do too.”
Dean smiled and thrusted deep, holding himself as far as he could go.
Sam ground down onto Dean, holding onto him with all of his limbs, ankles digging into the dimples of his lower back. He used his fingers to trace every mark and scar on Dean's skin. He had sewed him up after every fight, he had seen this body naked more times than he could count. And now he got to enjoy it the way he always wanted. Every woman, every man he had been with had been a cheap replacement for this.
“De- can I-?”
Dean slowed his pace. “Somethin’ wrong, baby?”
Sam shivered at the pet name.
“No, nothing wrong. I just- I just wanna see you, can I?”
“Yeah, yeah, Sammy,” Dean said, effortlessly removing himself and laying underneath Sam.
Sam kneeled over Dean and sunk onto his cock like it was nothing, like he had been waiting his whole life so far just for this moment.
“Fuck, Sammy,” Dean gasped, any other words punched out of him. All he could do was hold onto Sam's hips as Sam rode him.
“De-,” Sam gasped. “So fucking good.”
“That's right, baby. Doing so fucking good for me.”
Dean did his best to push away the thought of wherever Sam might have gotten the practice, who he might have been with to make him so good at this. But he wouldn't complain.
Sweat was glistening on Sam's chest, his face flushed, making him even more beautiful in Dean's eyes.
“You’re so fucking pretty, baby,” Dean said, and Sam huffed.
“You're full of it,” Sam said, not being able to help but smile.
“Am not. You're gorgeous.”
“Shut up,” Sam said, clearly not showing any signs of wanting Dean to stop.
“So fucking pretty when you're riding my cock, baby,” Dean murmured, slowly raising himself to a sitting position.
Sam held onto him, holding onto his neck with his arms and planting his knees into the bed, not letting Dean slip from his body for a second.
Sam kissed him, gyrating over Dean steadily.
Dean's fingertips were (not gently) pressing into his hips, moving him where he wanted. Sam was hoping it would leave bruises, some kind of reminder that what they were doing was real.
“You are. Can't believe you're all mine.”
“Yours,” Sam gasped, kissing down Dean's neck, pausing to bite down on his shoulder.
Dean gasped and tangled his hands through Sam's hair, bucking deeper into his heat.
“Doing so good for me, Sammy.”
“Just wanna be good for you, De.”
“You are.”
“I'm- I'm sorry for-”
“Shh. Doesn't matter now. Not anymore.”
“Don't want anyone else. Just you.”
“You got me.”
Sam threw his head back as he rode Dean, wrapping his arms around his back, holding him as close as he could.
“Fuck, De.”
“What, baby?”
“Getting close, do you wanna-”
“Fill you up? Yeah, I do.”
“Unhh, fuck, De,” Sam moaned, past the point of being able to use words.
“Yeah, baby. That's right. So pretty when you come for me.”
Sam felt Dean's cock stutter inside him, the lack of condom this time making him feel every sensation.
Dean filled him up inside while he came, hot and messy on his and Dean's chest. Dean kissed him through it, stroking him until he painted that it was too much.
Dean kissed him and rubbed his back as he came down, Sam panting and resting his head on Dean's shoulder.
“That's it, sweetheart. You did so good.”
“You too,” Sam said, kissing Dean until the stickiness between them forced him to get up.
They showered together and curled up in bed naked, falling asleep quickly.