Actually, it was probably me...again - At Last - ficlet for snapshots

Title: At Last (tiny ficlet)
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Dean
Claim: Theme 07: Get Your Kink On
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/147817.html
Prompt(s): #17, barebacking
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: By request, a follow up for this: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/156849.html
A/N: I had to re-type ‘ficlet’ in the title several times as it kept on turning out as ‘fucklet”.





It hadn’t taken more than ten minutes to get back to their place after being thrown out of the bar after they’d ignored the lights coming up at last call in favor of licking and rutting against each other. Having their own place was exciting enough, but what was about to happen surpassed just about everything else.

Dean had insisted on using condoms, every single fucking time, until he finally let Sam bully him in to a clinic to get tested for STDs. In a show a solidarity, Sam volunteered to take the swab into his slit so he could prove he didn’t have anything either, though Dean highly doubted that was the case.

Being settled into their own place made it a little easier, knowing they would be around to get the results, no matter what they were. Sam wasn’t too worried, but Dean had been a bit more fast and loose with his sex life in the past, and though he was pretty sure he was clean, he wasn’t about to fuck his baby brother until he knew with absolute certainty that he wouldn’t be passing on some kind of…whatever the nurse had referred to as ‘sub-clinical’ sex-related germs.

It had been that exact day when they’d gotten the call, probably what had prompted them to abandon their façade in public, learning that both of them were completely disease-free, neither of them had picked up even the slightest germ as a result of any one night stands they’d had over the past while.

By the time they’d unlocked the door to their apartment (their apartment), it was fairly clear that they weren’t going to make it all the way to that pretty IKEA bed they’d assembled. It was all the way down the hall, and that suddenly seemed much too far. They did get to the couch, though, before they started shedding clothes and desperately clinging to each other. Once they were both entirely nude, the gravity of this particular event settled in on both of them.

It was like the first time all over again. No waiting for one of them or the other to dig around looking for a rubber. They didn’t need one now. Slicking up his fingers with lube (obviously, they always had some of that handy), Sam started opening Dean up, pushing into him from behind while Dean tried to catch his breath as his face was buried in a sofa cushion.

Sam had to change that, though, because if this was going to be the first time he was filling his brother up with nothing between them, he wasn’t doing it looking at Dean’s back. He turned him over as soon as he was sure he’d properly gotten Dean open and ready with his fingers. Their eyes locked as Sam slicked up his cock, pushing Dean’s knees back toward his chest to give him a better angle for access.

There was nothing…fucking nothing in the world that prepared either of them for the way it would feel without just that thin barrier of latex between them. Sliding uncovered into Dean’s hole was as close to a religious experience as Sam had had since before the Apocalypse. The feeling of Sam’s bare dick against his insides was almost too much for Dean. Well, all right, not almost, because before five minutes had passed, he came completely untouched, hard enough that he couldn’t contain the shout that accompanied his orgasm.

Dean’s muscles clenching against his cock, nothing separating them, was enough to send Sam in the same direction within thirty seconds. Both of them had wanted to make this last – it was, after all, a special occasion. But logically, neither of them thought it was possible, and they were both right.

Fortunately, they both knew that the other would still be there in the morning, and that neither of them had anyplace to go, so they’d get another shot at drawing out the experience. For now, it was all they could do to drag themselves into their bed and pass out in each other’s arms.