#8:03

This is it folks, the one you’ve all been waiting for. Here there be wincesty goodness!

Dean slaps Sam’s hands away.

“Let me,” he says. He’s doing it too slowly, though, Sam wants him to hurry up.

But of course he doesn’t.

It’s achingly slow. Dean’s gently kissing every inch of Sam’s skin as he exposes it. He takes off the shirt Sam managed to find in the back of the Impala and nibbles on Sam’s neck. Sam reaches up again and Dean stops him.

“No Sam. You have to have complete trust. You have to give in, ok? Now. Close your eyes.”

Sam smiles and stares into Dean’s beautiful green eyes. Sam wants them to be the last thing he sees before he gives in.

His eyes close.

“That’s it baby. Just…let me.”

Sam shivers as his pants are pulled to the floor, along with his boxers. He steps out of them, completely naked. Dean’s lips fall on his skin again.

“Dean, I…”

“Ssshhhhh.”

Sam feels Dean’s fingers trail softly down his chest. So feather light, it’s almost not there at all.

Dean’s hands go lower and wrap around Sam’s already hard cock.

“Don’t move baby. Just let me,” Dean leads Sam to the bed and he guides him to lie down. Sam’s body stiffens, just for a moment, but it’s enough for Dean to notice it.

“Sammy, I’m going to take care of you. Forever. I promise with my whole heart, Sam. I love you, ok?”

“D-dean…”

Dean’s lips press against Sam’s he licks them open softly, and Sam lets him. Dean moans into his brother’s mouth. Their lips slide together, and Dean softly grabs Sam’s cheeks, his hands sliding slowly down to his neck. He presses very very gently.

“Trust. Me.” The words are whisper-soft, spoken in Sam’s ear, and Dean feels Sam’s body relax completely underneath him. Dean smiles.

Berlin, 8:03, Tag 1037

Heute wieder wenig geschlafen, mich hat wieder mal eine amerikanische Serie gepackt und wenn ich eine Folge schaue, werden meist mehr draus. Bin müde, aber ganz gelassen.

Wider gescheitert. Schaff es grad nicht wirklich, mir ein Thema zu schnappen und einzutauchen. Vielleicht ist es das wilde Jahr 2015, welches zu Ende geht. So viel passiert, so viel verändert. Mein Hadern…

Please Mr.Reese, not in front of the Irrelevants.