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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Anal, Rimming, Fingerfucking, Wincest_-_Freeform, Plot_What
      Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-22 Words: 1395
****** Doesn't Matter (Yet) ******
by xynis
Summary
     Dean doesn’t know how he’s going to reconcile with taking Sam’s
     virginity. He shouldn’t even be touching his younger brother, he
     shouldn’t even look at him when all he can think about is how much he
     wants to bite into Sam’s neck and make him moan like an overpaid
     whore.
     But he doesn’t have to figure that out until later – later when the
     fire’s left his blood and Sam isn’t grinding against his leg in pure
     lust and desperation.
Notes
     I wrote it thinking of Dean as 18 and Sam as 14. It's up for debate
     though.
Dean doesn’t know how he’s going to reconcile with taking Sam’s virginity. He
shouldn’t even be touching his younger brother, he shouldn’t even look at him
when all he can think about is how much he wants to bite into Sam’s neck and
make him moan like an overpaid whore.
But he doesn’t have to figure it out until later – later when the fire’s left
his blood and Sam isn’t grinding against his leg in pure lust and desperation.
He’ll figure out how to live with himself after he has a problem with himself.
Either way it doesn't matter. Now is not the time for thinking.
Now is the time to teach his brother what pleasure feels like.
So he gives in to his brother’s wanton kisses and the mounting urgency in the
pit of his stomach. With a growl, he takes over, grabbing Sam’s hips to control
the movements. He pushes up against Sam and takes over the kiss, loving the
feeling of Sam’s gorgeous mouth and loving the knowledge that he’s the only one
to ever kiss it. He loves it all much, much more than he should.
Sam reaches between them, presumably to unbutton somebody’s pants, but Dean
slaps his hand away, making Sam whine. They’re both desperately hard and Dean
wants Sam any way he can get him - but Dean knows that right now he can have
Sam any way he wants to so dammit they’re doing this on his terms.
He breaks away from Sammy’s sinfully smooth lips and growls, “On the bed,”
Sam squirms on his lap and then obeys as quickly as he can, zipping across the
room to flop on the motel bed, facing Dean with his legs apart and his hair
sticking to his forehead in a crazy hot way.
Everything was perfect. Dad was a state over and couldn’t possibly get back to
the motel for at least four hours. Sammy was horny and had been begging Dean
for this for weeks. It couldn’t possibly get any better.
The right moment was now.
So Dean tears his shirt off and paces over to Sam, giving him a quick biting
kiss before flipping him over and his jeans down his ass. And fuck, Sam’s ass.
Dean’d seen it before, but not while Sam whimpered and moaned and practically
writhed in front of him. He’d never it seen it like this.
Dean leans in, licking a long stripe over his entrance, and then again. Sam
squirms too much, so Dean grabs his hips and holds him still while he continues
teasing until his younger brother relaxes enough for him to move in.
Sam is so fucking tight around his tongue, and the combination of the heat and
the tightness and the taste and the sheer knowledge that this was Sam fills
Dean with a heady feeling that makes it hard to think.
Fortunately, Dean doesn't plan to do a whole lot of thinking.
After Sam started whining and begging and attempting to hump the sheets, Dean
pulls away long enough to grab his bottle of lube and move a single finger into
Sam’s tongue-fucked hole. It takes a while to open Sam up enough to fit two
inside, but that’s alright because this is all new to him.
Fuck Sam had to stop moaning like that or Dean’s gonna cream his pants, it’s
all just way too much.
He moves in three fingers probably a little sooner than he should have, because
Sam whimpers and Dean suddenly has to remember to breathe and take it slow
because he is not fucking hurting his baby brother while he takes his
virginity. The whole point is that Dean is the one person who can be trusted to
make this good for Sam.
Dean takes the three fingers slow, stroking until he can find Sam’s prostate
and start to ease the burn of being opened up so wide. His left hand slowly
strokes Sam’s cock while his right slowly massages Sam’s prostate, a gentle in-
and-out motion that leaves Sam gasping against the bed.
“Fuck Dean you have to fuck me right fucking now I’m seriously about to come
and I don’t want to yet, I don’t want to come until I can feel you inside me,
come on Dean please I need you right now”
Sam’s moaning and panting and writhing and choking out a stream of desperation
and Dean has to listen to him and stop the relentless teasing because they’re
both about to blow their loads way too fucking soon. He leaves Sam fingered
open on the bed while he fishes out a condom (because like fuck he’s taking his
brother’s virginity without protection, the squirt has to learn from the get-go
that safe sex is the way to go) and rolls it onto his almost painfully hard
cock, slicking it up with a little extra lube before moving back onto the bed.
Sam’s just so fucking perfect laying there – his ass up in the air and his
entire body flushed, cock hanging heavy between his legs, his eyes dark and
hooded in the most perfect expression of lust Dean’s ever seen in his damn
life– everything about the situation is so perfect that Dean’s starting to
believe heaven might actually be a thing.
Sam’s not moaning for the first time since they started making out on the
couch, but his huffs for breath are enough to spur Dean back into motion,
lining himself up against his baby brother and gently stroking his back, his
hair, his thighs, over and over in comforting little motions to help Sam relax
against the relentless push of Dean’s cock against his ass. Sam’s tensing and
untensing and Dean can tell he wants it and he’s fighting his natural instinct
to freeze against the intrusion and it’s so hot that Dean has to stop halfway
to catch his breath. It gives Sam a chance to calm down too, so neither one of
them mind the pause. And then, with a little lift of the hips from Sam, Dean
starts pushing forward again, deeper and deeper until he’s seated in his baby
brother in all the wrong ways and it’s all just so fucking amazing that Dean’s
mind is running out of words to describe how fucking awesome he feels.
Dean’s so busy basking in how wonderful everything is in that exact moment that
he almost doesn’t hear Sam begin his relentless pleas for Dean to just get on
with the show and fuck him already, to just fucking move and take him dammit.
Dean barely hears it but that’s good enough for him. He’s not the type to get
told to fuck someone twice. So he starts moving.
It’s slow and it’s not exactly perfect because Sam’s an amateur and they don’t
have a rhythm but Dean can’t find it in him to mind because Sam could literally
be the worst lay Dean ever gets in his life and he wouldn’t even care because
of how much he loves Sam, of how much he wants this right here to be his
eternity.
It doesn’t last very long.
Dean’s coming a lot sooner than he’d like to admit, pushing deep into his
brother with a final shuddery thrust and grunting “Sammy” into his brother’s
back while he reaches around to clumsily grab at Sam’s cock.
Apparently that was all the stimulation Sam needed anyway, after all the
teasing that’s been happening. Sam’s coming too, tightening around Dean and
fuck if that doesn’t help milk Dean through one of the best orgasms of his
life. It’s too much too quickly and Dean has to pull out before Sam’s done,
which is hard because of how tight little Sammy clenched while he moans and
shudders and whispers Dean’s name against the pillow while he spills all over
the sheets.
Dean lays down next to Sam in an exhausted haze, buzz coursing through his body
as he recovers from his orgasm. Sam cuddles up against him and Dean has always
loved cuddling after sex so he’s totally down for holding his favorite person
in the world against him for a while.
He doesn’t think about how he just took Sam’s virginity after taking Sam’s
first everything else.
He can deal with that shit later.
Right now, he’s going to enjoy his damn cuddle and post-orgasmic haze.
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