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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, John_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Daddy_Kink, Dirty_Talk, Wincest_-_Freeform, Weecest, Fingerfucking,
      Teasing, PWP, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Top_Sam, Bottom_Dean,
      Begging, Smut, Homework, Dom/sub, Masturbation, Pre-Series
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-11-24 Words: 2869
****** Functions ******
by fandombomb
Summary
     Sam has a few distractions while trying to do some homework
Notes
     This was originally going to be top!Dean.
     Whoops.
As Sam walked into the damp little motel room, he heard the shower on in the
adjoining bathroom, the steam making the air humid.  The water hit the shower
loudly until it was interrupted by a body.  Dean.  Sam stopped in his tracks
for a moment, listening at the open door for the changes in the sound of the
water hitting the shower floor, then bouncing off of Dean’s body. He tried to
shake the image of Dean’s beautiful skin beaded with water and decided to get a
jump on his homework to focus his mind elsewhere.  The boys hadn’t gotten time
alone in weeks as John was having trouble finding a case, which meant Dean
would drive Sam out of his mind, teasing him and bringing him so close to
coming, to screaming, even when John was two feet in front of them in the
Impala.  This morning, though, as Sam was packing his things up for school,
John was packing his own things up for a hunt.  Sam breathed a sigh of relief
and looked to Dean, who was giving him a slightly raised eyebrow.  The younger
Winchester threw his backpack over his shoulder as the elder sat on the edge of
one of the beds, wiping down the barrel of a gun slowly, eyeing Sam as he said
goodbye to him.
Now, Sam sat at the small table by the window on the wall opposite that which
held the door and pulled the thick red algebra book along with a notebook and
pencil out of his backpack draped over the back of the chair.  Opening up to
his assignment, Sam’s mind strayed again to the thought of Dean in the shower,
suds sliding down his back and chest, the water pelting down to wash them
away.  Sam shook his head and tried to blink his eyes clear enough to see the
numbers on the page, but his mind was still on the thought of Dean’s hand
sliding over his skin, but this time, stopping at a nipple, slipping his soapy
fingers over it, moaning Sam’s name as his other hand moves its way to his
half-hard cock…Sam picked up his pencil and forced himself to copy down the
function on the page.  As he solved for the zeros, Sam’s mind relaxed and he
was able to make a significant amount of progress until he heard the shower
stop and the curtain being pulled back.  Sam subconsciously bit down hard on
his lip as he wrote down another function in his notebook. 
Dean wandered out of the bathroom, skin shining with droplets of water, the
thin motel towel highlighting his dick.  Sam’s eyes flicked up to meet Dean’s
body, a few drops of water still dotting his skin.  Sam’s eyes dropped to the
towel tucked around Dean’s hips, tented in the front.
“Heya, Sammy, how was your day?” Dean asked, running his hand over his damp
hair.
Sam’s eyes snapped up to meet Dean’s smug face as he tried to remember
something, anything from that day.  Sam spat out a “fine” when he couldn’t come
up with anything else, and dropped his eyes back down to the book page as his
mind wandered, thinking about what Dean could have been doing with his day..
Sam could feel Dean’s eyes on him, trying to get him to look up.  “Lotta
homework?” Dean asked innocently when his stares did not get Sam to return
them.
“Not too bad,” Sam replied, his eyes not leaving the page.  “I just thought I
might as well get it out of the way.”
“Oh..” Dean began.  “That’s good…” Dean eyed Sam as he ran a hand over his own
chest, biting his lip when he brushed over his left nipple.  He pinched it and
sucked in a rush of air that made Sam finally look up.  Sam’s glance was quick,
he knew he wouldn’t be able to look at Dean like that for very long without
completely losing himself.  Sam felt the blood start to rush to his cock and
shifted in his seat, his mind unable to focus with Dean right in front of him,
which, evidently, Dean had noticed.
“Now, now, Sammy,” Dean spoke in a soft, teasing voice as he smoothed a spit-
slick finger over his other nipple.  “You’ve got homework to finish.  I don’t
want my baby boy failing out of school now..”  Sam silently cursed Dean for
talking to him like that, and his now very pronounced erection under the table,
and returned his pencil to the page.  Dean smoothed his hands over his chest
and down his stomach, the last droplets soaking into his skin.  Dean had
started breathing more heavily, running his hands down to where the towel lay
over him, wet from the shower and the precome his cock leaked.  He let out a
breathy moan as he palmed his hardness through the towel.  Sam looked up, eyes
wide and cheeks flushed, to Dean who was staring back at him, legs spread
slightly and mouth open, the faked innocent eyes of a whore. 
Dean let Sam stare a little longer, squeezing his shaft through the rough
material of the towel until he said, “you’ve got work to do sweetie…can’t have
you becoming a bad student, can we?”  Sam gave an annoyed sigh in return and
tried to multiply 6x7…6x7..6x7…Sam shook his head to pull up the answer and
finished the problem just in time for Dean to push the towel aside and grab
hold of his thick cock, letting out a small whine as he did so.  Sam shifted
again, uncomfortable where the material of his jeans strained over his cock,
but kept his eyes on the page as he went on to the next problem.  He only had a
few left and he was going to finish them, goddamn it, before he died from
Dean’s teasing. 
Dean saw Sam intently staring at the book in front of him and stood, letting
the towel fall to the floor as he pulled on his cock, milking out the precome
and smoothing it over the head as he walked around the table, making his way
closer to Sam.  Dean moaned Sam’s name, stroking his hardness just in the
periphery of Sam’s vision.  Sam couldn’t take it anymore—not with Dean making
noises like that—and moved to squeeze at his crotch.  Dean appeared behind Sam,
leaning down to his ear.
“Uh-uh, baby boy…” Dean whispered into Sam’s neck while pulling his hand away,
giving him goose bumps and making his cock pulse under the denim of his jeans.
“You’ve got work to do still..finish that first sweetheart.” Dean kissed Sam’s
neck softly as he worked his dick beside Sam’s right arm.  Sam bit down hard on
his lip and pressed his pencil into the page with matching force.  “Maybe when
you’re done, I’ll throw all this shit on the floor and fuck you over the
table,” Dean spoke low into Sam’s ear.  “Bet you’d love that too, right in
front of this window, ass exposed to the door…anyone could walk in and see you
taking your big brother in the ass…hell, maybe even Dad’ll come home.  Would
you want that, Sammy? For Dad to come in and find his little boy getting fucked
over the table like a whore?”  Dean pulled, long and slow, on his cock, working
his way to the head as Sam tried to get comfortable (an impossible task,
really), the wet spot on the front of his jeans growing with every letter
spilled from Dean’s mouth.  Sam’s tense arms scrawled down the last problem,
and he finished it in no time, not bothering to check whether or not it even
made sense.
Sam wrote the last number, dropped his pencil on the table, and jumped to his
feet, nearly knocking the chair over as he pulled Dean to his chest, crashing
their mouths together, lips and teeth clashing as Sam dug his fingers into his
brother’s hips.  Dean moaned into Sam’s mouth as his fingers fumbled at the
buttons of Sam’s plaid shirt, pulling it open and pushing it off his
shoulders.  Sam reached around to Dean’s ass, squeezing and pulling it toward
him, grinding Dean into the rough material of his jeans.  Despite this, Dean
tore open the button and zipper of Sam’s pants, his fingers skimming over the
fabric of Sam’s boxers covering his cock.  Sam bit down on his brother’s
shoulder as Dean pulled his cock out, pushing down the waistbands of his jeans
and boxers.  Dean’s fingers smoothed over the slit of his cock, as Sam slid a
finger between the cheeks of Dean’s ass.  Dean’s hand froze as he felt his
little brother’s finger ghost over the pucker of his hole, letting out a
shuddering breath into the shorter boy’s ear, biting his lip and squeezing his
eyes shut as Sam’s finger slid in with little trouble.
“This what you were doing in the shower, Dean?” Sam purred as he pushed his
finger in a little farther. “Cleaning and opening yourself up for me…shoving in
as many fingers as you could fit?” Dean remained silent as his hand pulled
messily on Sam’s cock.  “Answer me, Dean,” Sam commanded, shoving his finger
roughly up into Dean, making his eyes flutter open.
“Y-yes, Sir,” Dean whined, making a wicked smile crawl across Sam’s face as he
shoved another finger in alongside the first.  Sam bent to lick at Dean’s left
nipple, his free hand pinching the right hard.  Dean squeezed the head of his
baby brother’s cock, a drop of precome beading out of the slit, making Sam pull
Dean’s nipple between his teeth.  “God, Sammy..please,” Dean whined, “I need
you, baby boy…”
“What do you want, Dean?” Sam asked sternly, stopping all movement on Dean’s
body. “Say it, big brother.”
“Please, Sammy, I need your cock…I need you to fill me up, making me come
without even touching my dick…please..Daddy?”  Dean begged into Sam’s neck. 
Sam drew in a quick, sharp breath from Dean’s words ghosting over his skin, the
name “Daddy” sending his mind racing, his cock pulsing.
“Okay baby, just relax…Daddy’s gonna give it to you,” Sam said, his voice
shaking a little as he pulled his fingers out and away from Dean to push the
taller boy back onto the bed.  Dean scrambled to lay his body out for his
brother as he pulled the small bottle of lube out from under the pillow where
he had placed it after Sam and John had left.  Sam chuckled as he kicked his
pants off and crawled over Dean, straddling his waist.  “Always prepared, huh,
sweetie?” Sam said, the left side of his mouth pushing up into a half-smile.
“Of course, Daddy,” Dean answered, looking up at Sam with sweet eyes and a
smile on his face.  Sam leaned down to place a soft kiss on Dean’s lips as he
took the bottle from his hand.   Dean moaned contentedly onto his brother’s
lips, whining when Sam pulled back to pop open the cap of the bottle. 
“Please Sir, let me…I wanna touch your cock, Daddy,” Dean pleaded, giving his
brother his biggest, most innocent eyes as he reached for the bottle in Sam’s
hand.  Sam passed it into his brother’s larger hand, a soft smile on Dean’s
face as he squeezed a drop into his hand.  Dean slid his slick hand over Sam’s
cock, tugging and squeezing when he got to the head.
“Fuck, Dean,” Sam moaned, his knees trembling into the bed on either side of
Dean.  The younger boy leaned down to his brother and placed open kisses down
his neck, but bit hard into the flesh when Dean ran his palm over the tip of
Sam’s cock.  Dean’s body arched from his brother’s teeth, making him gasp and
push his hips up, looking for attention. “Relax, sweetie,” Sam said in a soft
voice. He moved back, putting his knees in between Dean’s legs.  “Spread your
legs for Daddy, love,” Sam instructed as he nudged his brother’s thighs farther
apart.  Dean pulled his legs apart, exposing his ass to Sam while the younger
boy squirted more lube onto his fingertips.  Sam eyed Dean as he experimentally
swiped a slick finger over Dean’s hole, then leaned down to lightly blow a puff
of air over it.  Dean’s back arched at the feel of Sam’s breath cooling the
wetness on his ass, and Sam abruptly pushed two fingers back into Dean. Sam
thrust his fingers into his brother and stretched to mouth at Dean’s balls,
sucking one into his mouth as his free hand squeezed Dean’s cock, sliding the
precome over the sensitive tip.
“Sammy, please—Daddy...fuck me,” Dean begged.  “I need your cock...please let
me come on your cock, Sir..”
“Have you been a good boy, Dean?” Sam asked. “Do you deserve to fuck yourself
on my cock?”
“Y-yes, Sir, please..”
“I don’t know, Dean, all those nights the past few weeks, making me painfully
hard in the car when Dad was just in the front seat, waking me up by sucking my
dick when he was in the next bed, so I had to bite the pillow to make sure I
didn’t scream..” Sam moved his fingertips inside Dean to hit his prostate,
making him squirm, trying to push down on his brother’s fingers.
“D-addy, Sir, please. I need you in my ass,” Dean whined out.  “Please..”
Dean’s face was pained, his brow furrowed and eyes filled with need. 
Sam’s resistance wavered, and he slipped his fingers out of Dean, and replaced
them with his cock.  Sam thrust in, his brother gasping at the feeling of his
hole stretching around Sam, the younger boy beginning a slow pace making Dean
try to fuck down on his little brother’s cock.
“Daddy, harder, please,” Dean whined. “Faster..”
Sam sped his hips and leaned down to claim Dean’s lips just to shut him up.
 Dean wrapped his arms around him, the fingers of one hand digging into the
smooth skin of Sam’s back, the other tangling in Sam’s hair, the grip of each
tightening each time Sam’s hips pushed forward.  Sam lapped at Dean’s tongue
expertly, using what Dean had taught him to his advantage while his brother
kissed him back messily, coming undone from the tip of Sam’s cock jutting
against his prostate.  Sam broke the kiss to bite at Dean’s reddened lips, the
older boy blowing heavy breaths out of his nose, tickling Sam’s face.  Sam
pulled his face away to let out a small laugh, making his thrusts shallower.
“Look at you,” Sam said condescendingly when Dean protested with a whine and
begging eyes.  “So needy and desperate for your Daddy to fuck you harder.  I
bet you’d love for me to pound your ass so hard and mark you up so everyone
would know who you belong to.  Even Dad would notice... Would you want Dad to
know you can’t come without a cock in your ass? Would you want him to know who
you reallytake orders from?” Sam punctuated his question by thrusting hard into
Dean, hitting the bundle of nerves to make him see stars.
“S-Sammy, fuck, please, I—”
“Do you wanna come on Daddy’s cock, sweetheart?”  Sam asked, leaning down to
kiss into Dean’s open mouth before he could answer.  Dean blew out a shuddering
breath through his nose and tried to nod helplessly while pulling his legs
tightly around his brother’s quick hips.  Dean moaned into Sam’s mouth, his
hole clenching around Sam’s cock as he came, shooting come onto his and Sam’s
stomach. Sam broke the kiss to bury his head in the crook of Dean’s neck,
breathing hot, short breaths onto his skin, whimpering as he came, hot and hard
into his brother.
“Shit…so perfect, baby,” Sam said softly into his brother’s ear.  Dean smiled
contentedly as Sam rolled off to Dean’s right side.  Dean folded his left arm
behind his head, propping it up to see Sam better.
“Ya know,”  Dean began, “I really hope you don’t believe I’ll stop teasing you
whenever I can, especiallywhen Dad’s around, because—”
“Oh, no, of course not Dean,” Sam replied, kissing his big brother sweetly on
the forehead before hopping off the bed.  “I wouldn’t expect any less from
you.”  Dean’s mouth grew into a smug smile again as Sam turned to walk to the
bathroom.  “But,” Sam said, turning back to his brother on the messy bed,
“maybe now you’llhave to learn to keep quiet when your brother’s mouth is on
your dick and Dad’s in the next bed asleep.”  Sam turned around the corner into
the bathroom and started the shower.  He was about to get in when Dean appeared
in the doorway, trying to make his eyes look innocent again.
“Is that a promise, Daddy?” Dean said in a small voice.  Sam pulled Dean across
the bathroom floor and into the misty shower.
“Of course, baby,” Sam replied, cupping Dean’s face in his hand and kissing his
brother’s lips under the warm sprinkles flying off the showerhead.
 
 
 
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