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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Frottage, Food_Sex, Comeplay, hot_dogging
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-06-01 Words: 2546
****** Hot Day ******
by AlphaMishka1508
Summary
     It's hot and the air conditioner keeps threatening to go out. Sam and
     Dean are arguing and when they starts there's only one of two ways
     this could go.
Notes
     Written for my good friend, Cindy. I was being a little shit and
     decided to talk about the brothers playing with some popsicles. Thus,
     this fic is born.
It was nearing Fall, but it was still hot as hell. The motel they were staying
at this week was ratty as all other's, carpet peeling up at the corners of the
room, unknown stains that neither bothered to pay too much attention to. Dean's
sitting on the bed nearest the bathroom, shirt off and tossed over the back of
the kitchenette's chair. He would have the bed closest to the door, but Sam
decided that once they got back from school that evening, he would snag Dean's
bed and that included the air conditioner. It was broken and didn't pump out as
much cold air as it should and what little air did come out, Sam seemed to suck
it up.
“Sam move over. Your big ass head is blocking all the cold air.” Dean demands
when he looks over at his brother, 2 books and a notepad opened up in front of
him and a pencil in hand. “No, you always hog it and now it's my turn.” Sam
says and looks up at Dean when he finishes off a sentence. “At least move over
a bit.” Dean grumbles then, leaning back on his hands and looking at the
commercials flashing across the tv screen. “Go eat some popcicles. Isn't that
what you tell me all the time?” Sam argues back, looking back down at his
notepad and getting ready to write again. “You're such a bitch Sam.” Dean
grumbles and stands up and heads into the kitchenette to the mini fridge.
He pulls out one of the double popcicle in the white wrapper before shutting
the fridge and heading back to the bed. Sam was writing again, faced towards
the air, still on his stomach. His tank top was pulled up just a bit, showing
off a strip of his lower back and Dean grinned evilly. He stepped across the
spaces of the beds and quickly leaped up onto the bed Sam was on and before his
brother could protest he sat down on his ass, pinning his hips to the bed.
“Dean, what the hell man? I'm not in the mood to wrestle your ass. It's too
hot!” Sam spat out, raising up on his elbows and twisting his upper half around
to look at Dean.
“Just shut up and go back to your nerd shit.” Dean says as he starts to open up
the popcicle with his teeth, other hand grabbing Sam's shoulder and forcing him
to lay back down. “How can I? I got your fat ass sitting on me!” Sam yells at
Dean and bucks his hips back to try and push Dean off with no success. “I'm not
fat!” Dean yells back and slaps the back of Sam's head after spitting out the
paper wrapping to the corpuscle. Sam squeaks at the sudden smack and swings his
leg up to smash his heal into Dean's back. Dean quickly shoves the cold treat
into his mouth to hold it there, lips curled to protect his teeth as he fights
to get Sam pinned again.
He struggles only a bit more, sweat starting to gather on both of their bodies
when Sam gives in and lets Dean get him pinned successfully. It was way too
easy to win and that might be because the air conditioner decided to sputter
out, no air coming out and that was just great. He would have to call the
office again later, but right now he had a better idea. Dean's still sitting on
Sam's ass, legs curled up over Sam's to keep them pinned, and both hands
pressing into Sam's shoulders to keep him in place. “Wow Sammy, I thought you
had more fight in you.” Dean chuckles when Sam groans angrily against the
mattress.
“It's /hot/ Dean! I'm sweating and just want you to get OFF!!” Sam yells at
Dean and kicks his feet as best he could despite being pinned. Dean laughs at
his brother and raises his right hand to his mouth. The grape popcicle was
starting to hurt his lips with how cold it was, already starting to melt and
drip down his chin. He licks up the liquid as best he can as he starts pulling
Sam's shirt up with his other hand, glad Sam's just laying there instead of
fighting him. “What are y-Aaahh!?! What the hell is wrong with you!!” Sam's
arching his back at the sudden press of the cold treat against the center of
his back.
“Cooling you down.” Dean simply says with a shrug of his shoulders as he shifts
the popcicle and it makes Sam squirm when the cold presses to another part of
skin. “It's so cold.” Sam whines and he's still trying to wiggle away from the
melting popcicle, but gives up when he turns to the side slightly and feels the
sticky liquid running down his side to soak into the blanket beneath him. “Duh
shit, it's ice.” Dean states as he moves the popcicle up Sam's back slowly and
presses it in between his shoulder blades. Sam whines at the feeling of the
cold spreading across his back, melting and dripping over his flesh. It gives
him goosebumps when he feels Dean's free hand moving then.
He's confused what Dean's planning till he feels his brother shifting over him
and then a wet heat against his back. “D-dean,” Sam's voice was quiet when he
spoke, feeling Dean's tongue licking up the juices from the popcicle. Dean
grabs the treat between his lips and holds it as he lowers his hands and shoves
Sam's books off the bed and onto the floor. “Dean!” Sam says a bit more
clearly, seeing his books falling to the floor with a loud thumping sound and
not really caring to move. “They're fine Sammy.” Dean says as he pulls the
popcicle out from his mouth and reaches around to hold it in front of Sam's
mouth.
Sam opens his mouth then and lets Dean push it forward till he can feel the
edge of the popcicle press against his tongue. There was only a little less
then half of the popcicle left when e sticks out his tongue more and licks at
the treat. Dean groans softly over Sam's shoulder and he's been ignoring his
dick that had started chubing up in his pants when Sam decided to make such
erotic sounds when he first rubbed the purple popcicle over his back. “That
taste good?” Dean asks Sam when he leans up, trailing sticky wet kisses over
his shoulder and across his jaw line. Sam nods his head a bit and feels Dean
tug at the popcicle till he opens up and lets him fully pull it free.
“Sure tastes good licking it off your skin baby boy.” Dean whispers close to
Sam's ear, making him shiver with the feeling of Dean''s lips pressed close to
his ear. He can feel his brother's dick filling further and pressing against
his ass more and gently raises his ass up against Dean, making his brother moan
softly. “That's not fair Sammy.” Dean teases when he starts pushing more
against Sam's body, cock fitting nicely in between the smaller boy's cheeks
nicely. “W-what's not fair?” Sam asks and he's keeping his hips raised while
Dean continues to grind against him. “Just look at you. Got your hips raised
while big brother uses your ass like this.” Dean's pressing the almost
completely melted treat against Sam's lips and watches Sam take it into his
mouth nicely.
Dean lets Sam eat the last of the popcicle while he leans down to suck up more
of the purple sticky mess on his back. He gets most of it cleaned up before
maneuvering off of Sam's back and standing up off the bed. When he starts to
walk back towards the kitchen he hears Sam whine from the bed. “Where are you
going?” Sam asks Dean as he pulls the stick from his mouth, ice treat
completely gone now. “Getting another one.” Dean shrugs his shoulders and grins
when Sam licks at his purple lips.
He grabs the fridge door and opens it and reaches in to grab another one. He
can't tell what flavour it is, but he does knows it's going to taste good when
it's licked off Sam again. Dean heads back to the bed and watches Sam
straighten back out, laying on his stomach still and this time without any fuss
with doing so. He gets back on top of his brother and sits back on his ass,
hearing Sam grunt with his weight. “You're heavy Dean.” Sam tries to shift
himself to a better position and only manages to thrust his cock into the
mattress.
Dean helps to get Sam adjusted before settling back down on him with a smile.
He makes quick work of the wrapper and tosses it onto the floor to be cleaned
up later. Sam tilts his head to the side to watch Dean put the popcicle into
his mouth and suck on it a bit, filling his mouth with cherry flavour this
time. Dean pulls it out of his mouth and lowers it down to Sam's back, smirks
at the way Sam tenses up at the cold feeling. He starts rocking his hips gently
against Sam, continues to rub the red treat over his back in random places and
watching Sam practically jump every time.
There's enough red smeared over Sam's back that satisfies Dean and he raises it
up to his mouth and licks up some of the dripping mess on his fingers. “You
cold Sammy?” Dean asks when he feels Sam tremble beneath him a bit and goose
bump spread across his skin. “What do you think? Been rubbing a cold ass
popcicle across my back like I won't get cold from it. It's hot yeah, but there
is a slight breeze still coming out of the air conditioner.” Sam states and
rolls his eyes with a shake of his head after turning to look down at his books
on the floor.
“Aw, 'm sorry. You want me to rub something else over your back? I'm sure I
could give it to you here shortly.” Dean teases as he thrusts his hips against
Sam, letting his dick rub over his brother's ass. Sam drops his head onto the
bed and moans roughly, raising his hips into Dean's movements. “Take that as a
yes.” Dean says with a grin as he rocks against Sam a bit harder, but Sam
shoves his hips back against Dean and causes him to almost topple over with the
sudden shift in movement. “Would you just shut up already?” Sam growls out and
tucks his head into his arms.
“Me-eow, someone getting a little bitchy I see?” Dean continues to tease Sam
and earns another growl from Sam, but it turns into a moan when he reaches his
free hand down to slip in between his brother's legs to rub in between Sam's
ass cheeks. Dean does keep his mouth shut then, more worried about eating the
popcicle before it starts to drip all over the place, or any more then it
already has. He's still rutting against Sam as he eats the treat, but soon
enough he growls in irritation because there's just entirely too many layers
and he really wants to get bare skin on bare skin. It takes a lot of shifting
and there's a point he gets a heal in the ass when trying to get their clothes
off, but finally they are naked. Dean hums at the sight under him, his
brother's white ass just under the curve of his dick.
He's got his left hand rubbing across Sam's ass slowly, watching as the boy
continues to grind his own hips against the bed. “So hot Sammy.” Dean says,
voice rough with arousal as he continues to lick and suck at the popcicle. Sam
whines in pleasure as he feels his brother leaning forward and holding out the
last bit of the cherry popcicle to him and he takes it eagerly. His back is
still covered with the sticky melted popcicle as Dean leans back up to look
down at Sam's ass. He reaches both hands down to part his cheeks gently and
hums at the sight.
“It's like you're some girl Sam, sweating so much it looks like it's dripping
out of your ass.” he says and Sam's totally ignoring the fact that Dean's
filthy mouth is having such an affect on him. There's a loud spitting sound in
the quiet air surrounding them and it makes Sam moan when he realizes that Dean
just spat right over his hole. “Dean,” Sam's thrusting a bit more now when he
feels his brother shuffle forward and press his dick right in between his wet
cheeks. It's dirty, wet and oh so hot the sounds he hears when Dean starts
thrusting, dick slipping in between the flesh he's pressing in closer together.
He doesn't know how long he lays there and lets Dean work his cock against him,
the occasional glob of spit hitting his hole before Dean's moaning rather
loudly and freezing all movements.
It takes a moment for Sam's brain to clear up in the confusion, trying to
figure out why Dean suddenly stopped, and his cheeks turn red in embarrassment.
Dean's cock is twitching and splattering hot sticky come across his back, hands
still gripping his cheeks together to keep his dick there still. Sam works Dean
through his orgasm, hips rocking gently and moaning softly. “Dean,” Sam whines
into the blankets as he feels Dean's fingers flexing against him. When his
brother finally comes around he slips one hand down and worm it's way in
between the bed and Sam's hips.
“Come on baby boy, wanna watch you come for me.” Dean coos softly, leaning down
to say close to Sam's ear. Sam moans again when Dean gets a hand around him and
starts stroking his little cock. Only a few tugs later and Sam's gone, spilling
his own come out and onto Dean's hand and bed. “Tha's a good boy Sammy.” Dean
praises his brother with kisses as he continues to work Sam through his own
orgasm. When Sam comes around Dean pulls his wet hand away and grins before
placing it on Sam's back in the mess already there.
Having finished, Sam's not particularly wanting to feel his brother play in
their come, but he could care less as the content feeling washes over him and
he smiles. “Dean that's gross.” He finally says and earns a snort. “You know
you like it.” Dean says and he runs a finger through the mess one more time
before raising it to his mouth to lick it off. Sam can hear the smacking of his
lips when he's done and just shakes his head. He only has a moment of peace
when Dean suddenly sticks his hand in his face to smear the sticky liquid
across his cheek quickly before leaping off the bed and away from his brother.
Sam squeals rather girly and scrambles out of the bed to chase after Dean who's
already darted down the hallway, laughing. “Dean you asshole get back here!”
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