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It was an extraordinarily hot summer afternoon between hunts. The bunker’s air conditioning wasn’t working correctly, and it wasn’t getting fixed till the following day. Sam and Dean were stretched out in their recliners in the Dean Cave, a fan oscillating in front of them. They were down to their undershirts and boxers; it was too hot to wear anything else. They were meant to be watching television, but Sam was too overheated to focus on whatever show Dean had chosen. He stared at the screen but absorbed none of what he viewed.
“I am fucking dying in this heat,” Dean groaned. “Go to the kitchen and get me some ice cubes to rub on my skin. Maybe that will help.”
“Go yourself,” Sam replied crankily. Dean was always bossing him around and it annoyed him even more than usual amidst the uncomfortable temperature.
“I’m too hot to move,” Dean whined.
“And you think I’m not?”
“Fine,” Dean snapped, and he moved to a standing position with a dramatic groan of effort.
“Get me some too,” Sam told him. The ice sounded deeply appealing.
“No way,” Dean said with annoyance, “you wouldn’t get mine and I’m not getting yours. You have to come with me if you want your own ice.”
“What’s the point of us both having to get up?”
“The point is that you’re being a bitch and I’m not getting you anything.”
“Jerk,” Sam mumbled as he forced himself up from the chair.
The brothers exchanged a glare, then made their way to the kitchen. When they arrived, Sam removed a tray of ice cubes from the freezer and dumped them into a large bowl on the kitchen table. Dean reached for one immediately, taking it in his hand and bringing it to his neck. When it made contact, he closed his eyes in pleasure and made a small sound of relief, then began to run the cube up and down his neck. Sam was so entranced by the sight that he forgot for a moment to take an ice cube himself. When he remembered, he cleared his throat and picked one up. He uttered his own relieved sound at the coldness in his grasp and began to glide the ice over his neck and the top portion of his chest not covered by his undershirt. He kept on watching Dean as they cooled themselves.
A handful of moments passed this way, Sam feeling awkward and pleased at once, and then Dean’s eyes fell dreamily open; he immediately and obviously began to watch Sam in return. After observing Dean’s attention with alarming excitement, Sam focused his gaze on the ice in Dean’s hand as Dean moved it over himself, leaving glistening trails of water against his skin. Dean shifted his ice cube to his own shoulder and ran it up and down the length of his arm, then did the same to his other arm. Sam rubbed his own cube over the inner sides of his own wrists, eyes still locked on Dean’s ice cube and the body it slid against. The brothers copied each other’s movements, Sam next gliding his ice up and down his own arms and Dean rubbing his over his own inner wrists. Sam knew they were staring at each other far too hard, but he kept on looking with intensity anyhow, and so did Dean.
“Is it helping for you?” Sam eventually asked, experiencing an erotic joy that confused and distressed him. He attempted to pretend that his bliss was simply due to getting relief from the heat, but deep down he knew the truth: his pleasure was about the sexiness of the ice, not merely its practicality, and even more than that his pleasure was about the pull he had always felt to be close to Dean, as close as he could possibly be. The intimate act of rubbing ice on themselves together was too thrilling for Sam to successfully deny the true nature of his feelings for Dean. Still, part of Sam kept on struggling to repress his desire, to ignore what was plain to see.
“Yeah,” Dean replied, “but I bet it would help even more to rub the ice on our whole chests and stomachs.”
“Yeah,” Sam agreed with nervous longing, and they both removed their undershirts, leaving them in just their boxers. They slid their respective ice cubes downward, drawing lines of cold over their own chests and stomachs. Sam watched Dean’s skin grow wet and gleam in the light.
Sam tried to tell himself that everything was normal – they had seen each other topless countless times – but they had never watched each other run ice over themselves. Sam couldn’t hide from the fact that the shared activity had activated something in him that had always been there. He wondered if the situation had stirred the same thoughts and feelings in Dean. He found himself hoping that it had.
After noticing that his ice cube had nearly melted in his hand, Sam took another from the bowl. Dean did the same. They rubbed their cubes over the top portions of their own bodies for a stretch of time that was long and silent. Sam felt like the air around them was heavy with his longing. He wondered if it was obvious to Dean that his thoughts were dirty and, perhaps, wrong. Dean sat down on one of the kitchen chairs and began to run the ice along his own bare legs. Sam sat in the chair beside him and did the same to his own legs, covering the skin in coolness that was ecstasy in the heat. He imagined Dean feeling the same ecstasy and a jolt of lust ran through his body.
“Can you do my back?” Dean asked, his request cutting into the quiet.
“Sure,” Sam said, desperately trying to sound casual as a thrill of wild desire shot through his entire body.
Dean turned around in his chair so that his back was facing Sam, and Sam took a fresh ice cube from the bowl. With a sharp inhale he touched it to the base of Dean’s neck; Dean made a gasp that melted into a pleased hum. Sam tried to convince himself that the sound hadn’t aroused him, but even as he tried he knew he was failing. He began to run the ice cube along Dean’s spine and Dean continued to make small sounds of pleasure. Sam felt his cock stirring in his boxers and a rush of shame filled his being. He feared he would get an erection and be unable to hide it while wearing nothing but his boxers – yet amidst his fear Sam felt a longing to grow hard as he iced his brother’s back, and a longing to set his cock free from the fabric and bring it one step nearer to touching Dean’s body. He tried to repress his lewd yearning, but as he ran the ice all over Dean’s back, he was unable to ignore his growing desire.
“That feels so good,” Dean said in a rich tone. “Want me to do your back?”
“Yeah, sure,” Sam replied too quickly.
Both brothers repositioned themselves in their chairs so that Dean was facing Sam’s back. Sam drew in an anticipatory breath, more eager than he meant to be for Dean to touch him with the ice. An instant later it happened, and Sam nearly let out a sensual moan. He caught himself and molded the sound into a gasp. He felt Dean slowly glide the ice cube down his spine and his cock began to stiffen. By the time Dean reached the waistband of Sam’s boxers, Sam was fully erect. He knew Dean couldn’t yet see his hardness because they were not facing each other; he tried to will his erection away before he had to turn around. Frustratingly, when Sam attempted to think of unsexy things his mind only filled with erotic thoughts of Dean. He pictured turning to face Dean and letting his hard cock slip out from between the part in his boxers. He pictured Dean moaning at the sight and bending over to take it inside him.
“Feels good, right?” Dean asked as he began to run the ice cube in loops and zigzags all over Sam’s back.
“Yes,” Sam breathed, overwhelmed by his need, unable to think of right or wrong, unable to think of anything but Dean.
“You okay?”
“Yes,” Sam answered intensely, and then he turned in his chair and, without giving himself time to think, took Dean’s face into his hands and kissed him with passion. Dean kissed back immediately, parting his lips and welcoming Sam’s tongue into his mouth. Sam heard the ice cube in Dean’s hand drop to the floor before Dean wrapped his arms around him. Their kiss was long and deep, hard bordering on rough.
“Fuck,” Dean panted when their mouths finally parted.
“Dean,” Sam murmured, then popped a fresh cube of ice into his own mouth. He leaned in and used his mouth to run the ice up and down the side of Dean’s neck.
“Fuck,” Dean said again, and he slid his fingers into Sam’s hair.
Sam iced the other side of Dean’s neck using his mouth, then ice-kissed his way down to Dean’s chest. With his lips he slid the cube to Dean’s nipple and Dean moaned. He sucked on Dean’s nipple around the ice cube, then moved to the other nipple and gave it the same attention. By the time he was done the ice cube had nearly melted in his mouth, so he pulled back. He swallowed what remained of the cube and picked up another. Using his hand, he ran it in horizontal lines across Dean’s chest and then vertical lines down Dean’s stomach. He slid it along the curve of each of Dean’s shoulders and down the length of each of his arms. He rubbed it gently against Dean’s inner wrists and used it to draw spirals against his palms.
“Sammy, it feels so good.”
Sam gave him a tender glance, then got up from his chair and knelt to work on cooling Dean’s legs and feet. Partway through his task he caught sight of the very tip of Dean’s erection peeking out from the part in his boxers, and his own cock throbbed demandingly. Dean made eager sounds of satisfaction mixed with desire as Sam slowly completed his sensual mission.
“Should I take off my boxers so you can get the rest of me?” Dean asked, his voice smooth on the surface and shy beneath.
Consumed by his lust, Sam could do nothing but nod. Dean smiled at him, then stood and stripped his boxers. Sam stood too and gazed longingly at Dean’s hard cock protruding from his body. Without meaning to, he reached for it.
“Sammy, fuck, yes,” Dean called out when Sam wrapped his hand around it. Sam began to jerk him slowly with a loose grip. Dean made a long groan, then pulled Sam’s head down to his level and kissed him fiercely. Sam took the ice that was in his other hand and rubbed it across the back of Dean’s neck as they kissed.
When the impassioned kiss was over, Dean moved away. Sam released his cock and immediately missed the feeling of it in his hand. Dean gave him a lustful smirk, then bent over the edge of the kitchen table, displaying his ass. Sam accidentally dropped his melting ice cube onto the floor as he stared at Dean’s naked, bent over body with wide eyes.
“Why don’t you ice my ass cheeks?”
Sam hurried to oblige. He stood behind Dean and drew spirals on each cheek with a fresh ice cube. As Sam used the ice on Dean’s left ass cheek, he couldn’t help but grab the toned mound of flesh to its right. He massaged Dean’s cheek for a moment before pulling his hand away; even though Dean had bent over the table for him, Sam wasn’t sure how far Dean wanted things to go.
“Don’t stop touching me,” Dean demanded needily.
Urgently and joyfully, Sam brought his hand back to Dean’s ass cheek. He began to alternate between icing cheeks, and whichever cheek wasn’t getting iced he massaged with firm motions.
“Sammy, Sammy,” Dean moaned lustfully, and, emboldened by his utterance, Sam slipped a finger between Dean’s cheeks and rested it gently against his hole.
“Yes, yes, Sammy, finger me and fuck me, I want it so bad.”
“Dean,” Sam spoke in a soft voice, then repeated the name amidst a low groan – “Dean.”
“Yes, yes, do it.”
After dropping the nearly melted ice cube into the sink, Sam shed his boxers then opened the cabinet and removed a bottle of Crisco oil. There was lube in his bedroom, but the journey seemed a long one in the heat. Even if it didn’t, Sam knew it would take a great deal of effort to tear himself away from Dean’s naked, presented ass, even for a moment; the oil would get the job done just as well. He poured some over his fingers, making them slippery. Using his other hand, he held one of Dean’s cheeks to the side and gazed at his asshole. It was utterly lovely and Sam imagined sliding his cock inside. First, though, he would prepare Dean with his fingers.
As he stared longingly at Dean’s entrance, Sam brought his slippery fingertip to it and ran it in a circle along the rim.
“Inside, inside,” Dean moaned with desperation.
Heady with arousal, Sam slid his oiled forefinger into Dean’s tightness. Dean cried out with pleasure. Sam began to glide his finger in and out of Dean’s ass, and soon he added a second finger. He spread his two fingers in a scissoring motion within Dean’s body, gradually stretching him. He swirled his fingers inside him and then used them to fuck Dean at a slowly increasing speed. Dean made needy sounds against his folded arms.
“Your cock, your cock,” Dean called out in time, “fuck me, Sammy, fuck me now, I’m ready.”
Sam grunted and withdrew his fingers. He oiled his urgently hard cock, then slipped it between Dean’s ass cheeks. He guided it to Dean’s hole and rested the head against the outside.
“Put it in, yeah,” Dean encouraged, and Sam slid into him. They both made booming sounds as their bodies locked together. Dean’s insides embracing Sam’s intimate body part made him feel both cozy warm and on fire with lewd lust. “Fuck me, Sammy,” Dean told him, his voice heavy with his yearning.
Slowly, Sam pulled his cock nearly all the way out of Dean’s channel, then pushed it gradually back inside. He fucked Dean at a gentle pace until Dean’s sounds grew impatient and his hips began to rock demandingly. Sam gripped them, stilling Dean’s motions, and started to pound furiously into him.
“Oh fuck, oh yes, Sammy, fuck me hard, feels so good.”
Sam made a guttural sound and reached around Dean’s hip. He found Dean’s hard cock and wrapped his hand around it. As he fucked Dean at speed, he jerked him just as rapidly. Dean writhed against the table and made continuous sounds of bliss; Sam heard himself make equally passionate noises. Dean’s cock felt pleasingly firm in Sam’s hand as he speedily stroked him. He plunged deep into Dean’s body over and over while he pumped Dean’s hardness. The sensation of Dean’s flesh snug around Sam’s cock was more exquisite than anything Sam had ever felt. He began to moan Dean’s name again and again, and a moment later Dean mirrored his vocalizations and started to moan – Sammy, Sammy, Sammy…
The fast, hard motions of Sam’s body made him hot amidst the too warm bunker. He reached for an ice cube from the bowl beside them. With a blissful sigh, he ran it over his forehead and the back of his neck, feeling relief. He reached out and ran the cube down Dean’s spine and Dean uttered a sharp, sudden moan. Sam moved the ice back and forth from Dean’s back to his own chest and stomach as he continued to fuck Dean and to jerk him with his other hand.
“The ice feels so good,” Dean spoke in a breathy, dreamy voice. “Your hot body and the cold ice, fuck, Sammy.”
“You feel good too,” Sam panted. “I never want to stop fucking you.”
Dean made a sweet moan at that and began to rock his hips again, meeting Sam’s thrusts. They returned to chanting each other’s names in rich, lyrical voices. Sam ran the ice over his own nipples and slid it over Dean’s hips and the sides of his ass. He rushed his other hand up and down Dean’s hard length, enjoying the act of giving him pleasure. He snapped his own hips faster and faster and the brothers spoke each other’s names louder and louder. The melted water from the ice cube ran along the skin of their joined bodies. When the ice cube was too melted to use, Sam started with a fresh one. He felt hot and cold and lewd and tender as their sex stretched on.
In time Sam began to feel his orgasm straining to approach. Dean’s sounds had grown wild, his utterances of Sam’s name continuing but coming out as a string of garbled sounds. Though Sam wanted their intimacy to go on forever, he yearned for his release, and he yearned to give Dean the most pleasure possible. He wanted Dean to experience a climax like none he had ever experienced before, and he wanted Dean to feel him come deep inside him at the same time. He wanted them to come together, to share the moment of bliss they had created as a unit.
“Do you want to come together soon?” he asked Dean, panting and still running the ice over them.
“Fuck yes. Tell me when, Sammy, I’m so fucking ready.”
“Dean,” Sam moaned, “soon, soon,” and he sped up his thrusts even further, his body moving as fast as it could, driving his bare, slippery cock brutally and repeatedly into Dean’s ass. Dean worked his hips, pushing his eager hardness into the channel created by Sam’s curled fingers and shoving his ass backward onto Sam’s rushing cock, taking him deep inside. Sam coaxed his own orgasm to the very edge, then cried out –
“Now, Dean,” and Dean swore in a thunderous voice and shuddered and spilled over Sam’s hand onto the kitchen floor as Sam shot deep into Dean’s channel with a cry of sheer delight, dropping the ice onto the floor to land beside Dean’s puddle of seed. As Sam climaxed, he felt closer to Dean than he had ever felt to anyone, and he felt more pleasure than he had ever felt before. His body seemed aglow with his ecstasy, and his affection for Dean seemed to embrace him.
After they had both come down, Sam released his grip on Dean’s cock and gently removed his own cock from Dean’s ass. Dean stood up and turned to face him. He took Sam’s hands into his own and looked up at his face with an unguarded expression, an expression of raw nakedness and loving devotion.
“Sammy,” he murmured, and Sam bent his head and kissed Dean’s lips with tender passion.