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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Underage_Character, Sibling_Incest, Weechesters, Weecest,
      Blow_Jobs, Rimming, Barebacking, Pie, Wincest_-_Freeform
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-07-15 Words: 2674
****** Hot Sticky Sweet ******
by saltandbyrne
Summary
     Dean goes on about his favorite types of pie, and teenage Sammy just
     eats it up.
Dean's been in one of those moods all day, one of those torture Sammy with his
constant teenage boner problem moods, quick little grabs when dad's not
looking, curl of a tongue running up his ear and then gone before Sam's even
sure if it really happened, reaching into the backseat for his jacket and a
hard palm to Sam's crotch that makes Sam bite his lip to keep from begging Dean
to touch him right there, beg his older brother to touch his dick while their
fucking dad is driving, because this is the life Sam leads, aching hard-ons in
the backseat of his family car, trunk full of guns, salt and fake ids,
desperately yearning for fleabag hotel du jour so maybe, if he's lucky, Dean'll
throw him up against a wall and fuck him silly, or if he's really, really
lucky, Dean'll throw him on the bed and fuck him slowly.
Watching asphalt dry can get Sam hard these days, and Dean knows it, loves
making him squirm, countless shitty diner meals choked down while his dick
leaks into his shorts just watching Dean drink a soda, or eat fries, or do
pretty much anything with his mouth.
Tonight's poison of choice is pie, of course, Dean and his fucking pie, "Love
eatin' pie almost as much as I love eatin' you, Sammy," fucking prick Dean can
be when he feels like it. Jesus christ, only Dean could make eating look like
the world's best porn, hollowing his cheeks out to suck on his fork, sugary
apple filling shining on his lips before he licks it off, satisfied little
moans that happen to sound exactly like Dean with Sam's mouth on his dick, and
fuck, no one needs to lick their lips that much, ever, no matter how sticky
your fucking pie is. Dean is just cruel sometimes.
Thank god dad heads to the bathroom, gives Sam and the tent he's currently
pitching in his jeans a chance to escape to the car and hide under his jacket.
"That was some damn good pie, Sammy," Dean sliding into the passenger seat with
that somehow totally manly liquid grace of his, perfect lithe stretch of him
where Sam would just hit his head on the doorframe and bruise his knees on the
dash.
Dean looks back at the diner quickly, no sight of dad yet, reaches under Sam's
jacket and gropes at Sam like he's a five buck whore, palm hot against his
dick, thumb splayed up to press at the head of it while four fingers work
rhythmically against his balls, sliding down to press right between his legs,
right there, thumb working in a little circle on his cock, rubbing his hand up
and down until Sam can't keep quiet any more, little, "Deeeeeee, fuck..."
spilling out of him, Dean flicking his gaze between Sam and the window,
watching for Dad, some fucked up part of Sam knowing that their father's
pending arrival only makes it better, makes it hotter that Dean will still do
this, risk this just to touch Sam, makes it that much harder to keep himself
together every time Dean's gaze slides back to him, hand grinding into him,
eyes wide, lips parted, breath coming in faster.
And then dad's back, leaving Sam to suffer in his own backseat boner hell for
four more hours until they arrive at the Mansfield Arms Motor Inn Motel Comfort
Stop Shithole whatever the fuck this one's called, dad blessedly springing for
a room of his own, because if Sam has to wait for dad to pass out before he can
jump Dean he's going to die of blueballs, thinks he might still as Dean closes
the door behind them and throws his duffel on the bed by the door, heading
straight for the shower with a little wink at Sam. "Better get in here before I
use up all the hot water, bitch..." And Sam's out of his clothes in a second,
shower sex, it's shower sex, his dick quickly recuperating from that brief
nanosecond of being only half-hard while he carried his bag. "Jerk," and Dean
is a jerk, evil, vicious jerkface asshat because it's not shower sex, just a
quick kiss on the way out as he hands Sam the soap, smirk at Sam's raging hard-
on, Sam getting some satisfaction from the sight of Dean chubbing up before he
wraps a towel around his waist and pulls the mildewed excuse for a shower
curtain closed in Sam's face. Sam's totally gonna get him back, make him beg
for it when he gets out of the shower...
Dean's on the bed when he gets out, and Sam's glorious plan to be a big
cocktease and pay Dean back goes right out the fucking window at the first
sight of Dean stroking his cock, fucking christ, Sam'll beg for it if he has
to, Dean and his fucking moods and his pie and his dick, "C'mere, Sammy," his
dick and his voice and everything about him just designed to reduce Sam to a
drooling mess, lips parted open before he even hits the bed, cock dripping as
Dean licks his lips, clever piehole jokes Sam planned while he showered
completely forgotten.
Dean pulls him down and kisses him, kisses him deep and wet as he rolls Sam
onto his back, crawls up on him, tongue running over his teeth as Dean settles
in between his legs, Sam's bottom lip sucked into his mouth muffling his groan
as Dean's cock rubs up against his own, little friction of it as Dean works his
hips and pushes his tongue deeper into Sam's mouth, head of it catching against
Sam's as he pulls his mouth away. "Know what I like so much about pie, Sammy?"
Dean and his fucking pie, only thing Dean should have in his mouth right now is
Sam, and he's talking about fucking pie, jerk jerk fucking jerk...
"There's so many kinds of pie, never have to get sick of it..." Mouth back on
Sam's, deep kisses into his mouth that make Sam moan, the things Dean does with
his mouth, with his tongue jesus fuck...
"See, Sammy, you got your apple pie," little twirl thing with his tongue
against Sam's, "that's, like, the basic pie, simple, can't go wrong," soft suck
of his lips, "never get tired of it, different in every state," tiny nip at
Sam's lip that makes him shiver, "but it's always good..." firm press of his
tongue into Sam's mouth, hand on his cheek just right as he shifts his hips and
catches Sam's dick right there, Sam rolling up to meet him as Dean just kisses
him, "always sweet, warm, so good..." And fuck, Dean can talk about whatever
the fuck he wants if he keeps kissing Sam like this.
"Then, there's cherry pie," Dean pulls off his mouth, wet smack sound of his
lips as he rolls off Sam's dick and presses into his side, hot breath in his
ear as Dean licks into the shell of it, gooseflesh rising on his skin as Dean
sucks on his earlobe. "Ripe, red, cherry pie," tongue behind his ear, trailing
down his neck, "tart and sweet," Dean's mouth on his jaw, sensitive spot right
under the jut of it, "better when it's warm," lips closing to suck a hickey on
his neck that Sam'll be happy to hide, "even better when it's got some whipped
cream running down it, right, Sammy?" Long swipe of his tongue down Sam's
throat, quick suck at his adam's apple before he puts a matching bruise on his
collarbone.
"And then there's the berry pies," sharper nip of his teeth on Sam's clavicle,
"strawberry rhubarb, blackberry, raspberry tart," little kisses down Sam's
chest, "you always liked blueberry pie, Sammy," Sam gasping as Dean's mouth
closes around his nipple, circles his tongue around the pink nub in his mouth,
"sometimes it's too sweet, but sometimes," rolling it in between his teeth,
little bite to it that makes Sam groan as Dean reaches down and wraps a hand
around Sam's dick, "it's just right," slow strokes up and down as he licks his
way down Sam's stomach, Sam rocking his hips up into his grasp, Dean stopping
him with a palm flat against his abs.
"Can't forget one of my favorite pies, Sammy," hand still gripping Sam's dick
as his lips hover right at the head, breath almost touching the droplet of
precome at the slit, "Key Lime Pie." Dean looks up at him, wicked green eyes
through his lashes, smile curving his mouth. "Gotta get it just right, sweet
and sour," single stroke up and down before he parts his lips and licks that
pearly little drop, hand still working on Sam as he pulls back and licks at his
lips, shiny wet and sinful perfect, sight of them enough to make Sam wince as
he spurts out another blurt of precome and bucks his hips up, tries to fuck
himself into Dean's hand, get enough friction, needs more, needs...
ohfuckyesyes Dean's lips close around the crown of his cock, slow wet push as
he takes Sam all the way down, holds him there, little clench of his throat
just right before he pulls off with an exaggerated sucking sound. "Not that
many places do it right, but when you get a good one," tip of Dean's tongue
flicking out to that little web of skin under the head, "best fucking thing on
earth, Sammy," and Sam couldn't agree more as Dean hollows his cheeks out and
sucks, works his way down Sam's dick with that obscene tongue-roll-double-
pressure-break-the-laws-of-physics thing he does that Sam can never get right,
doesn't stop him from trying, but he'll never be this good, no one will ever be
this good, Sam's hands gripping the sheets as his dick hits the back of Dean's
throat, tendons on his neck straining as he clenches his jaw shut to keep
himself from screaming out Dean's name, Fuck, yes, Dean, don't stop, yes fuck
Dean fuck fuck fuck...
Dean swallows all of it, holding Sam's hips down with both hands as he looks up
at him, and only Dean could manage to smirk while he's got a dick in his mouth,
could fucking wink at Sam as he smacks his lips and licks them, "Never get sick
of pie, Sammy..."
Sam's still drawing in heaving breaths as Dean runs his hands down Sam's
thighs, gripping his knees to slowly push them apart. "Still haven't finished
my favorites, Sammy, can't forget about pecan pie..."
Sam's kind of amazed that his balls are still outside of his body with the load
he just shot down Dean's throat, but there they are, just the right side of
painfully sensitive as Dean takes one in his mouth, spit-wet sucking noise as
he trades one for the other, Sam almost shaking under him, fist in his mouth to
keep himself quiet as Dean runs a sloppy line up the seam of his sac, spit
running down to tickle at his asshole, please please please do it Dean please
don't make me ask you just do it...
"And then there's pumpkin pie," and Dean's mouth is there, hot breath against
his asshole, holyfuck Sam loves this part, Dean usually makes him ask for it,
likes how Sam still blushes all pink when he asks his big brother to lick his
asshole, like that's something Sam should just casually toss out there, usually
teases Sam into shamelessly begging him for it like a bad porn in about five
seconds, fucking jerk, but tonight all of Dean's sins are forgiven as he
brushes his lips against Sam's pucker, just to look back up at Sam and raise
his eyebrows at him. “Love pumpkin pie, Sammy. Don't know why everyone only
eats it on Thanksgiving...” mouth back on him, quick little lick around his
rim, “cause it's fucking delicious,” and then Dean just lays into him, tongue
circling around him teasingly until Sam's bucking his hips up, desperate to get
Dean's tongue inside him, “Dean, Dean, please...” finally groaning out of him
as quietly as he can manage, fucking hell if Dean doesn't give him more soon
the whole fucking motel, dad and god almighty is gonna hear him screaming for
Dean to stick his tongue up his ass. Sam knows that only kittens and babies are
supposed to mewl, but that doesn't stop him from doing just that as Dean
spreads him wider and finally finally fucking jesus finally fucks his tongue
into him, deep licks into him that make Sam quake, fucking pie-eating perfect
lips of his flush against him to suck and tickle and do all the dirtyhot
perfect fucked-up filthy things that Dean does to him, muscles clenching around
Dean's tongue like an engraved invitation, always gets Sam like this, so
desperate for it, opening up easily for Dean's fingers with just some spit
because they already did this twice this morning and Sam is just that much of a
slut for it, at least according to Dean, “open up so easy for me, baby boy,
need it, don't you, Sammy...”
Little snick of the lube cap makes Sam's asshole clench with anticipation, or
as Dean calls it, “winking at me like a drunk stripper, Sammy,” which would be
embarrassing if Sam hadn't resorted to biting the pillow in a last-ditch effort
not to beg his big brother to fuck him in the ass rightthefucknow, scream out
at the top of his lungs Dean, come on, fuck me already, please fuck me fuck me
fuck me....
Cold slick at his asshole, Dean sliding three fingers into him “like melting
ice cream onto warm apple pie, Sammy,” knuckles-deep for about three seconds
before Sam's bucking his hips up for it, face red as he tries to keep a lid on
it, fucking hell one day they'll go someplace where Sam can scream his head
off, scream Dean's name out all fucking night, no shitty motels, no dads, no
backseats...
“Shhh, Sammy, shhh...” Dean right on top of him, warm hand over Sam's mouth,
have to do it like this, Dean doesn't like it but Sam kinda does, Dean pressing
all over him as he feels his cock there, slow push of it into him, always so
slow like he's gonna break, like he wouldn't jump on Dean's dick like a fucking
rodeo pornstar maniac if he could keep himself quiet enough to pull it off,
soft moan muffled into Dean's palm as he slides in, width of him so fucking
good, hot tight stretch like Sam's on fire, all the way in and he just stays
there, just looks at Sam, looks at him like he doesn't look at anything else,
eyes half-open like he thinks he's dreaming, lips all swollen and perfect and
fucking Dean, “Fuck, baby boy,” Sam just answering with his hips, rocking
himself down because he needs to feel it, move move move yes like that like
that fuck fuck fuck don't stop don't stop Dean please don't stop...
“Sammy,” Dean's hand against Sam's mouth muffling both their cries as Dean
bites the back of his own hand and comes, eyes right on Sam's, moans vibrating
together through his palm until Dean cautiously pulls it away, replaces it with
his mouth to kiss Sam like warm apple pie, like all the sweet goodness Sam
could ever need, inside him as long as they can manage.
Sam draws in a few shaky breaths, little smile on his lips, he's got Dean now,
“Hey, Dean …”
“Yeah, Sammy?”
“You forgot one. You forgot which pie is like sex, jerk.”
“I didn't forget anything, Sammy...” Dean pulls out of him, hot line of spunk
running out behind him, wicked smile before his mouth hovers right by Sam's
ear.
Sam's eyes roll back into his head as Dean leans in and whispers, “Can't forget
about cream pie, Sammy...”
Sometimes, Dean is so not a jerk.
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