A Love to Beat the Darkness Back – Chapter Four

Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.
Rating: NC-17

Chapter 4

At times, Harry would wake up in the middle of the night sweaty and out of breath, trying to get away from his attacker. He could felt fear gripping him like that night and he hated himself for being weak, for not being able to defend himself. He knew in the back of him mind that his anger towards himself wasn’t helping or being directed in the right place, but he couldn’t seem to make it go away.

He was a man and as a man it was a universally implied that he should be stronger, braver, more capable… able to defend both himself and those weaker than him. But what happens when he is the weaker person, when he needs someone to defend him… to protect him? What happens to the shiny badge of manhood that proclaims him as being a real man when someone tries to take it from him? When they ripped it from him, tear it up, stomped on it and laughed at him? When he’s shown that he’s nothing, but a small defenseless little boy who thought he was a man…

As a gay man it’s even worse… When he first began to admit he was gay he worried that his friends and family would call him a fag, pillow biter, ponce, fairy… He didn’t want to be seen as less of a man for who he chose to be with. Most accepted him for who he was, but others didn’t. Harry had to defend his manhood for liking dick, for wanting a man to fuck him… Many people saw him as a cock loving little fairy that bent over at the first dick thrust at him and that he didn’t know the first thing about being a real man.

Now he had to add weak would-be rape victim to that as well…?

He hated that redneck for taking his security and confidence, for making him doubt who his was… what he was capable of. He wanted to find him and make him pay for what he took from him.

The anger he felt was raw and overflowing, almost near on par to his terrified nightmares filled with large faceless men chasing him through dark alleyways and raping him. However, after each nightmare he felt the warm reassuring embrace of his lovers and the fear would slowly fall away. That at least was something he could hold onto in the moments each night before he fell into another night filled with twisted dreams of that horrible night.

For the next few weeks after it Harry, as well as Dean and Sam needed almost constant contact with each other; trying to reassure themselves that they were fine. In their arms he felt like everything would be alright. Harry shied away from sexual contact, but took all the comforting touches Sam and Dean could give him with a thankful smile.

Then one night while on a hunt, a demon had somehow known Harry’s fears and played on them. Trapping Sam and Dean in another room, it had taunted him, the demon had laughed as he shoved Harry face first into a wall and let his hands wander over Harry’s body. Harry’s breath had come out in shallow pants, his heart beating so fast he felt like it would burst from his chest. He could hear Sam and Dean yelling as they pounded against the door, their full body weight slamming against it trying to get it opened.

For a minute or two Harry’s mind had gone back to that night in the alley and he had been paralyzed with fear.

He closed his eyes and whimpered, terrified of what was going to happen next. He wanted to die in that moment, saving himself before it went any farther… And then like a damn bursting, he had been furious with himself, because he was stronger than that. He was Harry Bloody Potter, the Boy Who Lived and Savior of the Fucking Wizarding World! He wouldn’t die cowering in fear, wishing for death… He wasn’t going to leave Sam and Dean after he just found them!

He had felt the fury growing up inside of him like a hurricane picking up speed. There was no way he would let some insignificant demon take him from the two people in his life that finally made everything worthwhile! With a roar of rage, he thrust away from the wall sending the demon flying away from him. He turned and point his wand at the demon and with a quick secession of spells had the demon bound, gagged and unconscious in three seconds flat.

He felt his legs give out and he fell to the floor, smiling he flick his wrist and with an “Alohamora” Sam and Dean tumbled into the room.

“Oh god Baby… are you alright?” Sam whispered as he knelt down next to Harry and gathered him in his arms.

“Yeah… I’m fine…” Harry said with a grin as he felt Dean crowd around behind him and kiss his messy black tresses after he had made sure the demon was taken care of. “I’m not leaving you guys anytime soon.”

Sam gave a relieved sigh as he pressed his face to Harry’s neck and breathed in his scent.

That night, as Harry lay in Sam and Dean’s arms, was the first night that Harry didn’t wake up crying from another nightmare.

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It had been a month a half since he was first attacked and Harry was ready to be with Sam and Dean again. Harry knew he would need to be the one to start anything; his lovers unwilling for Harry to be forced to make love with them again until he was ready.

They had been on the road for a few hours, driving from Colorado to Texas to do an exorcism. Harry, as usual, sat between Sam who was driving and Dean in the passenger seat. They were on an old two lane highway that didn’t have too many stops over the one hundred and fifty miles of its length. The last car had been thirty minutes back and Harry was feeling adventurous.

***Warning-Hot car sex about to commence…***

Looking over at Dean, Harry gave him a sweet smile and proceeded to slipped off his trainers, then his t-shirt, jeans and finally his boxers, then sat on his lap.

“What’cha doin’ Harry?” Dean asked, his mouth turning up into a trade mark smirk.

“I’m bored.”

“Oh yeah.”

“Uh huh.”

Harry turned and straddled Dean’s hips, as he linked his hands around his lover’s neck. Turning towards the driver’s seat, Harry gave Sam an air kiss and laughed at Sam’s annoyed expression.

“How am I supposed to concentrate on driving when you’re doing that Harry?” Sam asked trying to sound truly annoyed, but Harry could see the flush that had started on his face as Sam licked his lips.

“Next time, Dean’ll drive and you’ll get lucky.” Harry promised with a wink.

Leaning back to open the glove compartment he pulled out the tube of lube he had put in there a few days ago just for something like this. He handed the lube to Dean and scooted down onto the floor and unzipped Dean’s zipper. Pulling out Dean’s semi-erect cock, Harry gave it a firm squeeze and bent down and licked the head, twirling his tongue around it then sucking it inside his mouth. He moaned at the salty flavor of Dean and the musky aroma unique to him.

He felt Dean’s hands grip his head and heard the moans coming from Dean above him and Sam across the car. Opening his mouth farther, he then swallowed Dean’s entire length.

“Holy shit!” Dean yelled as his hands pulled Harry’s hair, trying to push his cock even farther into Harry’s wet mouth. “Ughh… Harry…”

Bobbing his head up and down, he took the length inside his mouth as he wrapped his hands around the base, twisting them in opposite directions as he sucked. He could taste the salty pre-come and the hot heavy feeling of Dean’s cock on his tongue made him moan in need.

Giving a bit more attention to Dean’s cock he then crawled into Dean’s lap again and straddled his thighs. “Okay luv… open me up.”

Dean gave a feral grin and popped open the top on the lube and squirted some on his fingers. Harry wrapped his arms around Dean’s neck and rested his head on his shoulder and sighed as he felt the first finger entered him. “I missed this…”

“I know baby… gonna’ make it good for you.” Dean murmured as his finger moved in and out of Harry’s entrance, fucking him open and making Harry mewed in pleasure. Soon he had two in him, grazing Harry’s prostate on each upward thrust.

“… in me now, please…”

Dean withdrew his fingers and used the excess to cover his cock and then thrust home inside Harry. They both cried out as he pushed all the way inside. “Okay, go on… ride my cock, baby.”

Harry leaned back a bit and smiled at Dean and then lifted up and slammed back down onto the cock inside him, he did this over and over, keening in ecstasy with every move.

Dean gripped Harry’s hips and thrust up into his lover, groaning at the tight heat that surrounded him. Soon they were slamming into each other, crying out as their orgasm grew nearer.

Harry wrapped a hand around his cock and began to jerk it roughly, pushing towards bliss.

Knocking Harry’s hand away, Dean said “Mine!” as he wrapped his large hand tightly around Harry’s cock and jacked him off, causing Harry to fall over the abyss and cum. As his cock spewed cum over Dean’s hand, the walls around Dean’s cock tightened, milking him and he came, spraying Harry’s channel with come, coating the walls and making Harry keen louder from the warm spunk marking his insides.

Harry panted against Dean’s neck, as his body started to calm down. Just then the car swerved to the side of the road and stopped. Sam turned off the car as he yanked out his cock and began to pull at it roughly, trying to ease the ache that had started with Harry sitting on Dean’s lap.

Harry grinned and crawled across the bench seat and leaned down to swallow Sam’s cock in one gulp.

“Oh fuck… yes!” Sam yelled as Harry began to bob his head up and down on Sam’s cock. Harry reached down and began pulling on his cock that had started to harden again, trying to pull another orgasm from his body.

From behind Harry, Dean licked his lips as he watched his cum leak out of Harry’s pink little hole. Leaning over, he lapped at the warm liquid and groaned. Stiffening his tongue, he pushed it inside Harry and licked and sucked the bitter sweetness of his come out of Harry, making him groan around Sam’s cock. He heard a cry of release from Sam, followed by another as Harry came again all over his hand. Harry clasped onto the seat below him with a groan.

After a few minutes their heart beats returned to normal and Dean said, “I think we need to keep Harry as bored as possible from now on.”

***End of Sex Scene***

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“Harry….MOVE!” Yelled Dean as the hellhound took a running leap for his lover. Sam and Dean both tried to shoot it, but it was too close to Harry.

Harry sent a cutting curse towards the creature as it slammed into his chest, knocking the wind from his body and sending him to the hard dirt below him. The hellhound snapped his jaws near Harry’s arm and tried to rip the limb from his body, but Harry moved at the last moment and only felt a grazing pain as the sharp teeth split open a wound on his forearm. Screaming from the pain, he rolled trying to get out from under it.

As the beast’s movements began to slow down from its wound, Harry scrambed out from under it with a moan of pain. Covered in the creatures blood from the large gaping wound on its chest, Harry whipped around once he was on his feet and yelled “Avada Kedavra.”

The hellhound gave a high whining cry and then slumped to the ground, the life gone from its body.

“Harry, are you alright?” Sam shouted as he ran to him, letting the large sawed of shotgun tumble to the ground as he reached him. Seeing Harry’s pale face and covered in blood, he scooped Harry into his arms and sat on a nearby boulder. “Dean!”

Dean, once checking to make sure the hellhound was officially dead, ran to them and knelt down in front of his lovers. He pulled Harry’s already ripped shirt from his body and began looking for wounds, trying to figure out where all the blood was coming from.

“I’m alright; it just knocked the wind from me…” Harry coughed after he regained his breath. Harry used his wand to do a health check spell on himself; he had some bruised ribs, a large abrasion on his back from the fall and the cut on his arm. “See just some bruised ribs and a few cuts and bruises, that’s it. Once we get back to the motel, you can clean and patch up everything. ‘kay?”

At Dean’s reluctant nod, he turned this wand towards Dean who had been bitten on the shoulder. After a quick health check spell and seeing no other wounds, he murmured “Episkey” to heal the wound. Harry did the same thing to Sam who it seems managed to get through the fight wound free.

Sam stood up and carried Harry to the Impala, ignoring Harry protests that he was capable of walking, and put him down on the passenger seat. Grumbling to himself about overprotective lovers, Harry watched while Dean and Sam got rid of the dead hellhound and gathered their weapons.

“You didn’t need to carry me you know.” Harry growled as Sam and Dean got into the car.

“I know baby, but I needed to do it for me… I don’t like seeing you hurt.” Sam answered as he ran a hand through Harry’s hair and kissed him lightly.

Blushing at the love and worry in Sam’s eyes, Harry silently nodded and relaxed against Dean’s chest as the Impala roared to life.

Driving back to the motel, Harry bit his bottom lip to keep from grinning as Dean nuzzled, kissed and touched him. It was Dean’s way of reassuring himself that his lover was fine. Harry sighed as Dean nuzzled into the curve of his neck and breathed in Harry’s scent. Strong sure arms were wrapped around his chest, holding Harry against Dean.

Twenty minutes later they pulled into the motel parking lot and this time Dean carried Harry into their room. He was laid down on the bed while Sam got the gauze, tape, peroxide and a few cotton swabs as well a wet cloth to clean off the blood from the hellhound. Sam quickly cleaned the wound on Harry’s arm and covered it with gauze and then had Harry roll over to take care of the scrapes on his back. He groaned slightly at the movement, but did as he was asked.

Harry hissed as the peroxide stung his open wounds and cleaning it. Once that was done, it was covered and Harry turned back around onto his back. With Sam’s help, he stripped his clothes off and crawled under the covers.

“You want some aspirins?”

“Yeah.”

Walking over to his bag, Sam pulled out a bottle of aspirins and poured two into his hand. Grabbing a bottle of water from the small refrigerator, he brought them back to Harry. Smiling up at Sam he said, “Thanks, luv.”

Sam nodded and kissed Harry, nuzzling his hair slightly and then went to take a shower.

Dean came out from the bathroom, having taken a quick shower and slipped into bed with Harry. “Feeling better?”

“Yeah, Sam fixed me up.” Harry sighed and then groaned as he tried to scoot closer to Dean. “Come here, I won’t break.”

Dean moved a little closer and pressed his face into Harry’s neck as he laid a hand down on Harry’s lower stomach, rubbing the soft skin beneath it.

Harry silently laughed to himself at Dean’s pensive expression. It had been over two months since that night at the bar and Dean and Sam still had little freak outs whenever Harry got hurt. In public they kept close to him, staring down anyone who looked at their lover the wrong way. Sometimes it was endearing, other times he wanted to knock their heads together in annoyance at their caveman impressions, but he loved them so he refrained from doing it.

The door to the bathroom opened and a billow of steam came out. Sam left the tiny room as he towel dried his hair. Tossing the towel onto the table, he lay down on the bed and got under the covers. Leaning over he kissed Dean softly and then Harry, putting all the love and feeling into the kisses he could. “I love you Dean, love you Harry.”

“Love you too” Harry said with a smile and a peck on the cheek and then turned to Dean and said, “And you know I love you…” Kissing those pouted lips sweetly.

“You two know I love ya, right?” Dean asked as he ran a hand through Sam’s hair and then cupped Harry’s cheek.

“Yeah, we know.” Sam and Harry said together.

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The next morning Harry felt better, so they hopped in the Impala and went to a nearby diner for breakfast.

Slipping into a bench seat beside Harry, Dean looked over the menu as he let his left arm rest on the top of the seat, running his hand absently through Harry’s hair. Sam sat across from them looking at the local paper to see if there were any nearby supernatural problems that needed taken care of until they found another hunt.

“What can I get ya’ fella’s?” The waitress angled her body towards Dean and gave him a coy come hither look as she fluttered her eyelashes.

Dean, ignoring the come on, said “I’ll take the short stack with a side of bacon and a cup of coffee.”

“Sure, gorgeous… is there anything else I can get ya’?” She leaned down slightly, her large breasts nearly popping out of her uniform.

Harry silently growled at the twit. “Yeah, I’ll take the veggie omelet and a glass of orange juice.”

From across the table, Sam grinned behind the paper, hearing the sharp tone of his lover’s voice. “And I’ll have the short stack as well, with sausage and a cup of coffee.”

“Uh huh.” She said keeping her eyes on Dean.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Baby, can you let me out I need to use the restroom?”

Dean turned, gave him a knowing smirk and slipped out of the booth, giving him a slap on the ass as he walked by.

Walking away, Harry turned his head and blew him a kiss as he went towards the bathroom.

“Well, I guess I’ll put your order in.” She said in a huff and walked away.

“I’ll think you just burst her bubble.” Sam chuckled once the woman was far enough away.

Dean laughed. “Harry didn’t like it, so I made things clear.” He shrugged and fiddled with the utensils in front of him. “Find anything?”

“Nothing yet. We might just have a few free days while we research for another hunt.”

Harry came back and waited for Dean to stand up, then slid into the far side of the booth. “I can’t believe she was flirting with you… you had your arm around me and your fingers were playing with my hair! It’s pretty obvious that you’re taken, the slag!” Harry spoke in a bitchy tone as he gave the waitress the stink eye.

Sam and Dean laughed, but at Harry’s withering stare they stopped real quickly.

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“So you two were in love with each other before me, but were afraid to tell each other?” Harry asked softly one night as they lay in bed.

Sam had his back to the headboard and Dean nestled in between his legs, resting his back against Sam’s chest. Harry lay across the large bed, his head in Dean’s lap with his eyes closed as he enjoyed Dean’s fingers carding through his hair.

“Yeah, Dean was the one person in the world I could count on growing up.” Sam answered and kissed the soft skin just behind his brother’s ear and then smiled as Dean angled his body to look up at him. “Dad was in and out, gone for weeks at a time out hunting, but you cooked for me, helped me do my homework, read me stories at bedtime… you were my world. When I got older I started feeling things, I was annoyed when you flirted with girls or you’d brush against me just for a second and my heart would pick up speed. I didn’t realize until my late teens that I was in love with you…”

“That’s when you went to Stanford, isn’t it?” Dean questioned, taking one of Sam’s hand in his and threading their fingers together.

“I was afraid of what Dad would do it he found out, what you would say if I messed up and told you.” Lifting up their linked hands, he kissed Dean’s hand and pulled his brother in close to his body. “I tried to ignore it, for a while with Jess I felt like maybe I could do it… but the second I saw you again I knew I was lying to myself, I had still loved you and I always would. I knew I could never have you, but that didn’t stop me from loving you. It wasn’t fair to Jess, so I planned on telling her I couldn’t be with her anymore when I got back, but it was too late…”

Sam’s voice was coarse, filled with the pain and guilt of her death and Harry’s heart broke for his lover. Turning around, he straddled Dean’s lap and looked into both brothers’ eyes. He had no idea what to say to make it alright so he just laid against Dean’s chest and tucked his face in Sam’s neck and held on tight.

“You know when I knew I loved you, Sammy?” Dean said after a few minutes.

“When?”

“On your eighteenth birthday. Dad, in the only way he knew, paid that woman to pop your cherry… god I was so pissed that night.” Dean said with a laugh. “She was probably thirty years older than you, saggy tits, runny make-up and three sheets to the wind. I kept thinking that Dad was an idiot for actually paying her, that I could do a better job than her without even tryin’.” Dean grinned and rubbed Harry’s back absently as he spoke. “Right after the thought, I popped this massive boner just thinking about touching you. I’d have laid you down on the bed and slowly took off all of your clothes, kissed every inch of your skin and made love with you all night… I wanted to be the one making you groan as I made you cum… I kinda freaked out for a while, when I realized I was in love with my little brother.”

“Dude, that explains why you ran out of the room so fast you nearly knocked down Dad as you flew by him.” Sam chuckled as he remembered that night. “I wanted it to be you too; I couldn’t even get it up that night, she wasn’t you, besides she really wasn’t attractive. I probably would’ve gotten an STD or something… She ended up just listening to me talk about you for a little while and then left the room telling Dad how good a lay I was and how I was officially a man.”

“So Jess was your first?” Harry asked as he leaned back and looked at Sam.

“No, a few months after I started at Stanford I was at a bar and there was this guy who reminded me of Dean… same height and built, he had short spiked dark blonde hair and green eyes. I missed Dean so much that I was willing to be with someone who looked like him.” He had a blush on his face and a grin to match it. “He was pretty good for my first, actually, but he wasn’t Dean… so in the morning I told him it had been a onetime thing. He was lookin’ for a one night stand anyways so it worked out.”

“Awww, Sammy I’m touched.” Dean cooed in a smarmy voice.

“Jerk.”

“Bitch.”

“Wankers.” Harry added in with a smile.

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Dean woke up to a knocking at the motel room door. Ignoring it he tried to fall back asleep, but the knocking continued and Dean slipped out of the bed as carefully as possible trying not to wake Harry and Sam. Pulling on a pair of boxers he opened the door and found himself looking at his father.

“Bout time, its nine-thirty Dean, shouldn’t you boys be up by now?” Asked John Winchester as he slipped past Dean and into the room. He came to an abrupt stop at the sight of Sam wrapped around Harry in the only bed in the room. Turning around, he snapped his fingers and motioned for his oldest son to follow him.

Dean closed the door and waited for his father to speak. John Winchester wasn’t a man to mince words, after all.

“You want to tell me what the hell I just saw back there?” His father questioned sharply as he turned to stare at Dean.

“His name is Harry, Sam and I met his about three months ago. Sam had been having a vision about him for a few nights and we didn’t know who he was or what it meant. So we drove down to Lawrence to talk to Missouri and found him living with her.” Dean wondered if he should tell his father everything, especially the part about Sam and he being in love, but knew his father was very skilled at sniffing out lies and half truths so he told to him. “She said that we, Sam, Harry and I, were soul-mates and that something was comin’ and that we would need to stay together to get through it.”

“What was the vision about?”

“Sammy said that Harry was bound on an altar, his stomach showing and that a man was pouring blood onto it. A fight was happening around the altar with a bunch of people and that Sammy and I were a part of it. We were trying to get to Harry, but we kept getting stopped by the fighting.” A couple of kids walked by when he finished, giving Dean a strange look and he glared at them until they moved on. The motel was a practically a cockroach motel, Dean was sure a man standing in his boxers outside of his room wasn’t the worse thing they would see. “That was pretty much it, except that he thought we had a while before the vision would happen.”

“Son, are you even using your brain? Did you at least check him out?” John asked harshly.

“Dad, I know it sounds funky, but it’s hard to explain… when Sammy and I saw him for the first time, it was like finding a lost limb or something. Like a part of me I didn’t even know was missing was given back to me.” Dean pleaded with his father to understand how much he needed Harry and Sam. “When Harry and Sam are with me it like I’m whole and nothing can hurt me. I need them Dad, and they need me.”

“And you and Sam, you sleepin’ together too?” He asked, his voice rising with every word. “I won’t allow this, Dean. I don’t care how, but get rid of the kid and stop whatever it is your doin’ with Sam. It’s not right!”

“No.”

“Excuse me?!”

“I said, no.” Dean held his ground and looked his father straight in the eye. “I love them Dad and I won’t let you decide how we live our lives.”

From behind the door he could hear Sam and Harry talking, a bump and a groan followed. He knew in a minute Sam would open the door and he wanted to keep him from seeing the disgusted look on their father’s face. “I love you Dad, but we are past the age where you can decide things like that and have been for a long time.”

His father gave him a hard look, his fists clench tight in anger. Dean wondered for a moment if he was going to have to dodge a punch from his own father when his dad turned around and left. Stomping over to his trunk he got inside just as Sam pulled the door open and nearly fell over trying to get outside.

“Dad!”

Their father slammed the truck door and quickly turned on the truck and drove off without a second glance.

“I’m sorry, Sammy.” Dean murmured as he turned to his brother.

Harry, clad in a sheet, took each of their hands and quietly pulled them back into the room. “Are you alright, Dean?”

“I don’t know.”

He felt his small lover wrap him in his arms and pressed his face in Dean’s chest as he pulled Sam closer to them both.

“You told him about us?” Sam asked as he looked into Dean’s eyes. His brother has a pained expression and he could see he felt guilty for causing Sam pain.

“I told him about all three of us, you know how he is… we would have found out eventually. I didn’t come right out and say you and I were sleeping together too Sammy, but I didn’t have to, he saw see it for himself when he first came in the room.” Dean lifted a hand and cupped Sam’s cheek. “He wanted us to stop and to leave Harry; I told him no.”

“God, I didn’t want it to happen this way. I wanted to ease him into it. He was going to have a problem with us being in love with each other, but I hoped if we did it right, he would be able to at least accept it even if he didn’t like it.”

“Maybe he just needs to cool down and think about it for a while. It was probably a shock to see his sons with a strange male lover and find out they are in love with each other too.” Harry said, trying to placate his lovers. “I sure in time he’ll be able to accept it…”

“Yeah.” Sam replied quietly and then he kissed each of his lovers. They were his life, so much more so than he could have ever imagined and he wasn’t willing to even think about not having them with him for the rest of his life. “No matter what though, I won’t give you guys up… I love you and I can’t even think how my life would be without you two in it.”

“Good, cause I feel the same way Sammy.” Dean whispered as he turned his head and grabbed Sam’s head quickly, taking his lips in an aggressive kiss. Putting all the emotion and love into the kiss that he couldn’t bring into words; telling Sam he loved him beyond reason, beyond words, that he was his everything and always would be.

***Warning-Hot man love coming up…. If you don’t want to read it, move on to the next chapter.***

Sam moaned as Dean’s tongue slipped its way passed his lips, taking everything Sam had to offer and more. He felt Dean’s fingers threading through his hair, pulling and tugging, trying to bring them even closer. Moving his hands upwards he wrapped an arm around Dean’s neck, angling his head, trying to get Dean’s tongue as far into his mouth as possible. Hearing a moan from a bit below, Sam opened his eyes and saw Harry standing there with eyes wide and pupils blown in arousal avidly watching them kiss.

“Bloody hell, that was hot!” Harry licked his lips and shimmied closer to Sam and Dean, lifting up on the tip of his toes to reach them. Sam and Dean were so tall that they had to lean down to reach Harry even on the tip of his toes and when they did they each wrapped an arm around his waist and picked him up. Harry gave a squeak as he was lifted up, quickly wrapping his legs around the nearest waist and holding on tight.

Sam, who now had Harry wrapped around him, gave his younger lover a devilish grin and swooped down placing his mouth on Harry’s sweet spot just behind the right earlobe. He sucked a mark into the skin, reaffirming his claim on Harry all over again.

From his other side Dean leaned in and began nibbling Harry’s plump lips as he pushed a hand down the back of Harry’s makeshift toga, letting a finger slide teasingly between the cheeks. Harry moaned into his lover mouth at the touch, pushing his arse against the invading finger.

All too soon, Sam pulled away from Harry and said, “Clothes off now… and then bed!”

Harry dropped the sheet immediately and jumped onto the bed, leaning against the headboard he eagerly waited for Sam and Dean to peel off their boxers and join him. Dean came first on his hands and knees, leaning down and taking Harry’s cock in one swallow. “Oh Merlin… fuck!” Harry yelled as the warm heat engulfed him. Thrusting his fingers into Dean’s short locks, he unconsciously tried to pull him closer, shoving more of himself even farther down his lovers throat.

Sam grabbed a tube of lube from his bag and crawled onto the bed, panting at the sight of his brother sucking Harry’s cock. It was beautiful and so damn hot at the same time… Dean’s pouty lips opened wide and wrapped around Harry’s cock, taking all of it. Taking his eyes from the sight he, crawled behind Dean and lightly ran his hands down his brother’s firm ass, parting the cheeks and looking at the small tiny hole that would soon be wrapped around his cock.

“God Dean, I love your ass…” Sam murmured before leaning down and licking the pink pucker, lapping at it and making Dean moan. The moan caused Harry to groan at the vibrations around his cock. Sam pointed his tongue and pushed it inside Dean’s entrance, slowly loosening it.

Swirling his tongue around the head, Dean began bobbing head up and down, creating a vacuum around Harry’s hard cock at each upward bob. He felt Sam’s tongue pushing inside him and moaned again, wanting it to be Sam’s cock splitting him open, pounding into him and making him cum from the force of it. He nearly came when he felt Sam’s slick fingers slowly slide into him, scissoring and loosening his ass, making room for more.

Lifting his hand up, Dean pushed three fingers into Harry mouth and groaned as Harry began to suck and lap at them, getting them nice a wet for him.

“Ugghh… please… please…” Harry cried as Dean pushed his legs open more and circled Harry’s arsehole with a finger before pushing it inside. Slowly pushing it in and out grazing Harry’s prostate with each pass.

Harry pulled lightly on Dean’s hair as he thrust up into Dean’s mouth. He mewed in pleasure as Dean flicked his tongue at the head and sucking the tip before bobbing his head down again to take Harry’s full length again. From behind Dean he could see Sam working his fingers into his brother, fucking them in and out, each thrust pushing Dean just a little farther down his cock.

“No more, get your cock in me now Sammy!” Dean moaned as he lifted away from Harry’s dick.

Sam pulled his fingers from Dean’s ass and quickly lubed his cock. Wiping his fingers on the bedspread, he positioned his cock at Dean’s entrance and slowly pushed inside. Dean moaned as his cockhead pushed past the entrance and then he thrust backwards, impaling himself on Sam’s cock all the way. They both gasped at the feeling of being connected as Sam pulled out and then slammed forward.

Dean took his mouth off of Harry’s cock and began forcefully fucking his fingers in and out of Harry, causing him to wither and moan, spreading his legs as wide as he could to get more inside him. Lapping at the cockhead grazing his lips with every thrust, he pushed Harry closer and closer to cumming.

“… almost there… almost there…” Harry wheezed, his breath coming out in high keening pants as he thrust down onto the fingers thrusting into him. He felt Dean wrap his free hand around the base of his cock and then swallow him once again.

With a “Fuck YES!!!” Harry exploded down Dean’s throat, his cum pulsing in jets. Dean swallowed the tasty spunk, trying to suck as much from Harry as he could. As Harry’s cock began to soften, Dean lapped the beautiful flesh, cleaning any stray cum from it and moaning as Sam began pounding into him from behind.

Leaning forward, Sam licked the glistening skin between Dean’s shoulder blades and thrust faster into his brother. Reaching down around Dean’s hip, Sam palmed Dean’s cock, gripping it tightly as he jerked the smooth hard length.

Dean laid his head down in Harry’s lap, pushing his ass up and thrusting back onto the Sam’s cock, screaming as he felt his body tense for a moment and then he was cumming into Sam’s hand and dragging Sam with him.

“Jesus fuck!” Sam yelled as he felt Dean’s anal walls tighten around his cock, milking him over into his orgasm. He rested his forehead on Dean’s back as his body twitched and tingled, the orgasmic bliss like nothing else in the world.

With a groan he laid down on the bed beside Dean who had clasped and was now enjoying Harry’s fingers threading through his hair, a serene smile on his beautiful face. Sliding up the bed, Sam pulled himself until he was closer to Harry and clasped his hand around Harry’s neck to pull him down for a kiss. Their tongues playfully tangled with each other, unhurriedly enjoying the taste and texture of the other’s mouth without a care in the world.

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