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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Angst_with_a_Happy_Ending, POV_First_Person
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-09-03 Words: 1016
****** He's Everything ******
by lostinmymindforever
Summary
     Sam is my everything, and I know I shouldn't want him, but I do
Notes
     Sam is 14, Dean is 18
He’s everything I want, and everything I can’t have, that I should never have.
And yet I watch him close, wishing that he would be mine, wishing to touch and
taste and take. I want the impossible, want the one person who I know I
shouldn’t.
He’s innocent. Pure. Untouched. And all I want to do is strip him down and make
him mine, make him beg and moan, make him scream my name.
I want to corrupt that innocence, sully that purity, claim him as mine and mine
alone.
But I don’t. Even though I want him so bad I feel like I’m dying when I’m near
him.
And I swear, if he knew how I felt, if he knew the things I thought about,
dreamt about, he’d want nothing to do with me. But those simple, innocent
smiles of his, those innocent touches, the kind words just for me. Those things
make me want to cry out at the unfairness of this.
We’re alone right now, our father gone, leaving us as he does. It’ll be just us
for weeks and I don’t think I can handle it, not any more.
Sam, my Sammy, my beautiful boy, so perfect in his innocence. He crawled into
be with me this night, a nightmare he claims, and I, like the fool I am, wrap
him in my arms, hold him close to me.
When I wake it’s still dark, and I’m hard, achingly hard. Half-asleep I grind
against the body in my arms, a moan threatening to fall from my lips, and I
realize what I am doing, who I am grinding against.
I shove away from him, run from the room and into the bathroom. Why did I do
that? How dare I touch him like that?
He follows me. Of course he does. Worried about his big brother, making sure
I’m okay, making sure that HE didn’t do anything wrong.
And when he shoves himself into my arms, wrapping his arms around my neck, I
let him. I lie to him, tell him it wasn’t him, that I had had a bad dream, that
he doesn’t need to worry.
But he knows I’m lying. He always does.
I curse when he reaches between us, his hand cupping my cock through my pants,
his fingers caressing me teasingly.
He’s looking me in the eyes, wide lust blown hazel meeting lust filled green.
I want to push away, need to make this stop, but he grabs my hand, takes it to
his crotch.
He’s as hard as I am, and before I can speak he’s kissing me. Sloppy,
inexperienced, but still the best kiss I’ve ever had. It’s Sammy after all.
I keep saying this is wrong against his lips, but he tells me he doesn’t care,
that he loves me and wants me, that he’s mine, that all I ever have to do is
ask and he’ll give me anything.
I’m ashamed that I tell him yes.
He leads us back into my room, pausing at the side of my bed. He reaches out,
yanking at my t-shirt, pulling it over my head. His hands go to my waist, and
before I can speak he has my pants and boxers down around my ankles, and he’s
dropping to his knees.
He looks up at me, love, devotion, lust on his face, and I can’t help but cup
his cheek in my hand, whispering his name.
The first touch of his tongue on my flesh has me moaning his name, and god I
know I am damned for not stopping this. It’s far from the most skilled blowjob
I’ve ever received, but it’s Sammy, so it’s the best. I can’t help myself,
thrusting slowly past those sinful lips that distract me to no end, my fingers
carding through his just this side of too long hair.
I can see him touching himself, stroking his cock as he sucks me, his other
hand down the back of his pants, fingering himself open.
I ask him if he’s done that before, fucked himself with his fingers, gotten
himself all nice and open, and he nods as best as he can with my cock in his
mouth. And god if that doesn’t drive me wild. I ask him who he thinks about,
whose face makes him come, and he pulls off of me, whispering my name.
I reach down, pulling him to his feet, stripping him of his clothes before
shoving him lightly down onto the bed. I’m on top of him in a flash, kissing
him hard, grinding down against him, his cock hard against mine.
It’s like I’m possessed, now that he’s given me permission I can’t stop. He
let’s out a pained moan when I enter him, not nearly stretched wide enough, yet
he kisses me, tells me to keep going, to make him mine.
And I do.
Our bodies move together, hands clawing at each other, mouths kissing and
sucking and licking, both of us moaning each other’s name again and again.
Sammy’s the first to come, arching against me as he spills between us, my name
echoing off the walls.
It isn’t long before I follow him over the edge, filling his sweet hole with my
seed.
He clings to me, telling me he’s wanted this for so long, that he’s wanted me
for almost two years now. I kiss him softly, knowing that we shouldn’t have
crossed this line, that I should have said no, should have stopped this, but
knowing that I won’t, that as long as he asks for this that I’ll give it to
him.
And I think he knows my thoughts. He tells me that he’ll never leave me, that
he loves me, and only me, that I’m the only one he’ll ever give his heart and
body to. And I’m selfish, if he means that, I’ll keep him for the rest of my
life.
He’s everything right in my world, everything pure and true. And nothing, not
Hell, not man, not our father will take him from me.
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