p r o o f . o f . l i f e

Proof of Life
[by victoria p.]

Rating: adult

Summary: Dean kisses him again, proof that Sam's alive in the wet heat of his mouth, the slick stroke of his tongue.

Spoilers: for "All Hell Breaks Loose, part 1"

Notes: Written for luzdeestrellas. All her fault!

Word count: 695 words

Date: May 12, 2007

Dean waits until Sam's got his shirt off before he presses him back onto the bed, the two of them stumbling and falling together in a tangle of limbs. Sam's eyes are wide with surprise, and in the bright yellow light of the room, they look young and green. Dean's fingers slide over Sam's arms and shoulders, warm skin still damp from the apocalyptic downpour going on outside the motel. He lingers over Sam's heart, presses his palm flat for a few seconds to feel it beat, the steady thump of it reassuring him that Sam's alive. His own heart is beating frantically against his ribs like the wings of a caged bird trying to escape, and his breathing is ragged as he leans in, inhaling the air Sam exhales, breath of life shared between them like it's the only air in the world.

Sam looks up at him, curious, mouth opening in laughter, but Dean leans in and kisses him before he can ask, sweeping away questions and objections with his tongue, his hand cupping Sam's cheek hard, thumb brushing his chin, stubble buzzing his palm.

After a long, startled second, Sam kisses him back, eager and desperate as Dean is, those huge, soft hands coming up to hold Dean's head, thumbs brushing away the tears Dean will deny ever crying, but he can taste them when he pulls away and Sam slides a thumb over his lower lip in wonder, fascination.

"Dean?"

"You okay?"

Sam laughs again, wild and amazed. "Yeah. I am. You?"

"I am now." He nips at Sam's lower lip, slips his tongue into Sam's mouth hard and quick, a promise of what's to come. "Don't you ever do that again, you hear me?"

"It was no picnic for me either, Dean."

Dean doesn't want to think about that, the blood slicking his hands and Sam's back, the light dying in Sam's eyes. "Shut up." Before Sam can call him on what a lame comeback it is, Dean kisses him again, proof that Sam's alive in the wet heat of his mouth, the slick stroke of his tongue, the way his hands clutch at Dean's shoulders, play down his ribs to settle on his hips, warm against the skin of his belly.

Every nerve in Dean's body is alive and singing, and he surges forward at the touch, wanting more, layers of denim and cotton between them making him growl in frustration.

Sam laughs into his mouth, the most beautiful sound Dean's ever heard, up there with the sound of Sam's heart beating and the sound of Sam's breath, ragged and quick, in his ear, and then Sam's hands are moving between them, working Dean's belt buckle open and his zipper down.

Dean follows suit, shoving the material out of the way, breathing in Sam's gasp of pleasure when he wraps a hand around his dick, warm and hard in his hand, the head already beaded with precome. He thumbs the slit, laughs against the curve of Sam's neck when Sam whimpers and says, Dean, please in response.

They thrust and stroke together, no finesse, no fancy moves, just the frantic need to be as close as possible, to feel the heat and pulse of blood and life under delicate skin. Sam bites at Dean's mouth and Dean bites back before opening up and letting Sam in, hard thrust of his tongue in Dean's mouth and the scrape of his stubble against Dean's cheek familiar and shocking all at once, almost too much for Dean to bear. Sam moans and arches beneath him, tendons on his neck standing out in sharp relief as he comes warm and wet over Dean's hand. Dean loses it then himself, fucking hard into Sam's firm grip, the ache of need washed away by the breathless rush of pleasure as he comes.

He collapses onto Sam with a grunt, and Sam doesn't shove him off right away. They lie there, sucking wind like they've just run a marathon, scent of spunk and sweat heavy in the room, proof that they're both still alive.

Dean plans to keep them that way for as long as possible.

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