Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy:Part Four-NC-17
Title: Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy
Author: usmc75
Word count: 2,436
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Once upon a time in Texas, there were three brothers like no other.
A/N: This is a Jensen, Jared and Chace fic...brotherly love and angst...cowboy style
Disclaimer: If I owned anything, I would be in my bunk
Part One/ Part Two/ Part Three
Once upon a time in Texas, there were three brothers like no other
After a few minutes they separated and finished dressing. Dean looked over as he pulled on his boots “What are you doing?”
Chace's jeans were halfway up his thighs as he asked “What you mean?”
Dean smirked “I said last one in rides home naked little brother.” he waggled his eyebrows “So those jeans are so not needed.”
Chace felt his cheeks blush as he whined “DEAN!” he said pulling the up all the way “You wouldn't!”
Dean ran his hands through his drying hair “Wouldn't I?”
Chace stood there open mouthed and Dean finally had to bust out laughing “Man you should see the look on your face!” He shook his head as he got into the truck. Chace left his shirt off as he piled in and slammed the door. “Not funny.” Chace pouted.
Dean turned the truck over “Better watch it, I did make Sam ride home like that once.” he smirked “And that is a hell of a lot of cowboy to not cover up.” Chace thought about Sam, quiet Sam riding in the truck nude and for some reason it thrilled him. Was he gay now? He still wanted to bang Amanda in a bad way...but damn...naked Sam sounded hot as well.
As they pulled out Chace realized how drained he was. The whole day, the sun, the water, Dean...it had gotten to him. He felt like a little kid all tuckered out from a long day. He felt his eyes flutter a few times and Dean chuckle “You about to pass out?”
He looked over at him, bare chest, golden hair and felt his chest tighten again. It was like every time he looked at him, he was enspelled all over again. He nodded his head lazily. Dean patted his legs “Well lay down, we got some time before he hit home.” His first impulse was to say no, that he wanted to stay up and ride with him...but he realized how childish that sounded as well. He laid down in the cab, his cheek resting against the faded denim of his brother's jeans.
Dean absently ran his fingers through Chace's hair, which felt too good for words. He drifted off as Dean's deep voice hummed through the cab, filling him with such a sense of...
He wasn't sure how much time had passed or even where they were. All Chace knew was that it was now almost dark and that Dean was no longer in the truck. He could hear Sam's voice in a barely controlled shout “...ing Dean! You can't just...”
“Who said I did?” Dean shot back, he sounded like he was trying to keep his voice down as well “Jesus Sam, it wasn't like I just took him out to the lake and...well I just didn't!”
“How do you think dad is gonna take this?” Chace heard Sam ask. Chace peeked over the steering wheel and saw both of them standing across from each other, both looking like they were itching for a fight.
“Take what?” Dean said throwing his hands up in frustration “Taking my little brother out to the lake!”
“You know what I mean Dean.” Sam said, cocking his head.
“Are you pissed because of dad or because it wasn't you?” Dean smirked.
And Sam hauled off and hit him.
Chace gasped as Sam's fist collided with the side of Dean's face, tossing him to the ground like a rag doll. Chace fumbled with the truck door as Sam took a step towards him menacingly. Dean looked up as he rubbed his cheek “I'm gonna take that as you're pissed cause it wasn't you.”
Sam opened his mouth to say something when Chace spilled out of the driver's side door, tumbling to the dirt. Both of them looked over at him as he scrambled to his feet “Don't hit him!” Chace yelled running between them. He looked up, way up at Sam;s face and saw anger, resentment and just a touch of humor in his eyes “Don't hit him Sam.” Chace said, this time trying to sound tough.
Sam stood there, staring down at his little brother for a long time and his shoulders relaxed. He shook his head and said “You didn't have to do anything to him Dean.” Sam turned away and began walking towards the house “You already have this one.” And with that he walked inside and closed the door.
Chace turned around, trying not to show how scared he just was facing down Sam. He helped Dean up who was chuckling “You looked like Mrs. Thompson's yippie dog staring down 'ol Duke.” he said leaning on Chace's shoulder “Probably had as much chance of beating him as well.”
“Sam wouldn't hurt me.” Chace declared leading Dean to the barn. Dean pointed to his swelling face and raised an eyebrow. Chace said nothing and sat him on a bale of hay. He went over to the small fridge and pulled out some ice. Pulling a bandanna out of his back pocket Chace wrapped the ice up and handed it to Dean “Before it gets too bad.”
Dean winced as he touched the bundle to his skin “Too late” he said as he hissed from the pain “Fuck that boy can hit...”
Chace sat down next to him “Dean, what's going on?”
“With?” Dean asked looking at him with one eye.
Chace sighed “You know what I mean.”
Dean nodded and looked away “Yeah I do I guess.”
They sat there, the sounds of the night air filling the barn. After a while Dean said “Look in the fridge and grab us some beers. Damn well I know I need one.”
Chace got up and grabbed to bottles from the back and popped them open. He handed one to Dean who tossed a good swallow of it back as Chace sipped at his. He hung the beer between his legs as he said “You were right. About Sam that is. I did show him. We were up in the attic, hot as hell, couldn't sleep and I was fixing to burst.” he smiled and looked wistfully “I had just ended up finally bedding Samantha Lorne.” he looked out towards the night sky “She was a year older than me and I wanted her something fierce. We have fooled around before, but every time we got close to fucking, she would tell me it was too big.” he laughed “She would do everything else but let me fuck her.” He leaned back and Chace could see his brother's cock starting to harden in his jeans “Well after Bobby...I finally got a crack. Talked to her like a skittish horse and eased my way in...” he barked “She came like a fucking fire engine. Hollering and whooping.” Chace actually could see the blush on Dean's cheek “She was out of it. Chased me around school for the next month. I fucked her in the bathroom, locker room, hell once even in the music room during lunch. She just had to have it...”
Chace watched Dean's cock slide down the length of the faded blue jeans. It was huge, just...throbbing there. He remembered what it felt like against his skin at the lake but seeing it there...he felt himself hardening.
“Well she talked. A lot. And word got around and before you know it I had a line of girls...all begging to be fucked.” he took another sip “So I fucked them.” He paused for a moment “And then one night Sam wanted to know how I was doing it. What I had done to change everything.” He looked over at Chace who quickly looked up from Dean;s crotch “He wasn't stupid, he could see how much pust I was getting.”
“He was jealous?” Chace asked.
Dean pondered it “Not really, he just wanted to know how he was doing it. Because Sam as easily as big as I am if not bigger. And he was seeing some girl named...shit I think Jessica or something. And she was complaining about Sam being too big as well. So he was blue balling it big time while I was rolling high on the hog.”
“So he wanted to know.” Chace asked.
Dean nodded “Yep. One night, up there he asked me, what was I doing to get all those girls. And I was dying to tell someone, anyone. Shit mostly I just wanted to brag but more than that...” Dean stopped and finished the beer “...I guess I wanted to do it again.” He looked at Chace “Isn't that weird? I mean here I was up to my eyeballs in pussy and I wanted to fuck a guy again.” He shook his head in confusion “Anyways, I started telling Sam and at first he didn't believe me. He thought i Was joshing him or playing a prank of some kind. I moved over to his bed and tried to convince him but he wouldn't listen. He thought I was teasing him...”
Chace saw him drift off again so he asked “So how did you convince him?”
Dean looked over at Chace like he had forgotten he was there “What? Oh...well we were already stripped down to our boxers and even that was too fucking hot. He were sleeping with no covers and the windows open but let me tell yiou...that attic is shit in the summer.” he paused, lost in memory as he said distantly “So I moved my hand over to his boxers, and sure enough he was already half hard. So I moved the slit of his boxers around...and at this point he was frozen in shock. I mean at that age...well at your age actually. When anyone touches your junk it sets you off. So he just laid there, frozen as I slid his cock through the boxers and began to jack him off.”
Chace felt his own cock raging hard now as he tried to readjust himself while listening.
“Let me tell you...he has a massive tool. I mean about as big as mine but shit...so wide I couldn't grasp it with one hand. And he was just laying there, moaning as I grabbed that thing with both hands and worked him hard.” Chace saw Dean move and adjust his cock as he went on “Sam still has his foreskin so it was...it was like a whole other thing working him. And for some reason, just knowing I was driving my little brother crazy...was a fucking turn on. So he's laying there and I'm stroking and his hand falls off the bed and cups the front of my boxers.” he chuckled “So now I am moaning as he is pulling my cock out and working it. He can't get a good angle so he grabs my ass and scoops me on the bed with him. So there were were, laying together, rubbing each other's cocks like there was no tomorrow. And we are just moaning and grinding like whores in church.”
Chace looked down and saw the wet spot in his jeans as his cock ached to be freed. He saw Dean's hand rubbing himself as he went on “Sam went first, he exploded like one of those geysers your see on TV. I mean it was everywhere, on his face, on my chest...which some how got me to go. And I came like I never came before. I mean lights and shit as Sam held on to me...I was shaking and out of breath...it was just...” and he shook his head “It was fucking magic.”
Chace waited for him to say something but he stopped “That's it?”
Dean looked at him “That was it that first night. I fell asleep in his bed and we drifted off there. We must have slept till noon we were so out of it.”
“But...” Chace sputtered “... I mean you didn't...” and he felt himself blush.
“Man it's always sex, sex, sex with you isn't it?” Dean smirked. He stood up, his cock looking impossibly huge in his jeans “Anyways, you asked what was going on, that was where it started.”
“I don't get it.” Chace said confused.
“I know.” Dean smiled “That's why you're too young.” He tossed the melted ice out and handed Chace his bandanna back “We better get inside and see if there is any food left.
“But Dean...” Chace said and moved into him.
Dean held his hands out as Chace wrapped his around Dean's waist “I don't want to go in.” he said, pouting almost.
“Oh really?” Dean said looking down at him “And would that have anything to do with this?” he said brushing a hand over the sizable bulge in Chace's jeans. Chace closed his eyes as his brother's hands pushed over his cock. Chace let out a whisper of a “Yes”
“And you want to do something about it?” Dean was tracing one finger across the swollen head as it leaked precum like crazy.
“Uh-huh” Chace nodded, eyes still closed, head pressed against Dean's chest.
“Know what you should do then?” he whispered leaning into his ear.
“What?”
Dean let go of him as he took a step back “Learn to jack off more.” Chace fell forward, catching himself with his hands and knees as he hit the dirt floor. He coughed as the dust he kicked up swirled around him. Dean just laughed as he went inside “Nice try little brother. Gonna take more than that.”
Chace heard the door slam and he spat the dirt of his mouth. He got up and brushed himself off, his cock now only half hard and the feeling was fading.
He cleaned up the best he could before he went inside. He knew Dean had told him that story for a reason, but damned if he could figure out why Sam would be mad about that. He was still missing something...and he had a feeling, if he figured it out, he wasn't going to be too young any more.
Which meant he had all summer to find out what secret was between the Winchester brother's and how he was going to get it out of them. Because there was no way he was going to let them by without sharing. That was all there was to it.
Brothers share. It was a lesson they drilled into him growing up, looks like they need a refresher or two on it themselves.