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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:
      Underage_Sex, Dirty_Talk, Barebacking, Lap_Sex, Bottom_Sam, Top_Dean,
      Submissive/Bottom_Sam_Winchester, Manhandling, Size_Difference, Size
      Kink, Painful_Sex, Fingerfucking, Grinding, Spit_As_Lube, Riding, Coming
      Untouched, Weechesters, Weecest
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-06-06 Words: 2155
****** If on a winter's night a traveler ******
by dollylux
Summary
     Dean is cold and there's only one way for him to warm up.
     (Sam is fourteen and Dean is eighteen.)
Sam could get so smooth inside sometimes, like a fucking burning hot wet silk
glove, he was like melted butter with enough of Dean's fat cock slopping in and
out of him, turning him inside out, drawing out the prettiest hurt little
sounds from his pink mouth. If Dean pumped into him for long enough at just the
right angles, with just the right plucks and pulls on Sam's sore nipples and
enough sucks and licks to his mouth, he would open right up like a relieved
door, that suffocating tightness remaining but he takes it instead of just
being held down and fucked. He fucking takes it and jesus christ, just the
thought alone is enough to make Dean shoot his load, make him cream that boy to
near overflow, makes him savor those sick squelching sounds of their dirty
fuck. And fuck. Sometimes Sammy blushes when he hears those sounds, when he
hears the sounds his hungry little ass makes when Dean pulls all the way out
and shoves his way back in, sometimes he gets embarrassed but it just makes
Dean growl low in his chest, dangerous in his lust and his hips pump savage and
punishing, the weight of his bigger body on Sam's tender thighs and ass and
skinny hips, leaving rubbed-raw bruises in its wake, and those combined with
how Dean sometimes literally turns his brother inside out on his dick makes
Sammy too raw to sit proper for days, sometimes even a full week. But fuck if
he's going to stop, if he isn't going to spread his legs for him the next
night, make those sweet sounds of pain as Dean fucks through his tenderness and
makes him come all over his glorious diamond hard cock. Sam's morals stop
somewhere just above Dean's dishwater blonde hair and don't pick up again until
they leave whatever dark place they've found to hide their heaven in for the
night. But it's been two nights and Dean is dying for it.
"Come on, babe, I'm cold. It's freezing in here. I knew this shithole wouldn't
have a fucking heater as soon as we pulled in." Dean makes his teeth chatter
and they both know it's exaggerated, it's purely for show but he is cold and
Sammy is like a sexy little walking furnace, his 14-year-old kid brother over
there hunched over the rickety desk in the corner of the motel room their dad
has stashed them in for the night, doing his chemistry homework or his fucking
calculus homework or whatever the hell brilliant future Nobel Prize winners do
on perfectly good Friday nights alone with their horny big brothers. Dean
whines petulantly and thrashes a little on the bed, too lazy to have a full-on
fit but he grins when he sees Sam's shoulders lift and fall in a world-weary
sigh.
"Dean, I've gotta get this done. I have to mail it back to my teacher in
Lincoln. She needs it by Monday so I've gotta mail it off tomorrow morning."
Sam frowns down at the numbers, at his pencil that is clutched in his tired
fingers as he erases yet another wrong answer. He's gotta get this right. He's
just too damn tired to make his brain work tonight.
"Alright. Okay, fine. I've got a solution." Dean is swinging himself off of the
bed with a smug look on his face and he's sauntering over to his baby brother
in loose pj pants and nothing else, his hard cock on proud display through the
worn flannel. He lifts Sam out of the chair without so much as a grunt of
effort and Sam is wriggling immediately, the pencil clutched in his hand almost
landing back in Dean's thigh if he had a tiny bit less restraint than he does.
"Put me down! Dean, come on, this is like twenty percent of my grade! It's the
last thing I have to do before Christmas br--"
Dean has slid into the chair beneath him and settled Sam on his lap, right on
top of his dick and he gives a throaty hum of approval right against Sam's ear
and Sam. Well. Sam just shuts his trap and starts blushing up a storm, further
proving Dean's theory that Sammy is the warmest thing on this planet.
"There you go, baby," he husks, smooth as gravel in Sam's ear before he digs
out a sucking bite on Sam's neck. "Now you can do your homework and warm up
your poor brother. See? You're already solvin' world issues." Dean's got his
hands on him, one hand slipped up under Sammy's massive sleep shirt to rub at
his smooth little belly while the other hand is gripping his hip, holding him
down firmly while he rocks in the chair under him, grinding his cock up into
Sam's plush, baby boy ass.
"Dean," is all he can muster and he means it to come out as an impatient sigh
but it's more of a hungry one and he squirms on top of him, feeling Dean's cock
slot between his ass cheeks through two layers of thin fabric and the sound
that Dean lets out makes every hair stand up on the back of Sam's neck. "Cut it
out. Gimme half an hour and--"
"Fuck, you're burning up. So fucking warm, Sammy. Where's all that heat comin'
from, huh?" He forces a hand into Sam's sweatpants and digs down past his
dripping little cock and rubs hard at his hole, the force of it making Sam
moan, surprised and still aching from two nights ago and he cants his hips up,
spreading his scrawny legs and letting Dean have more access. "Here? This where
you're keeping all that fire? Yeah?" Dean slides his middle and ring fingers in
him dry, slotting them right up against Sam's little sweet spot and he fucks
him with them firmly, his other hand still holding onto his hips so he can't
squirm too far, just has to fucking take it.
"Be g-gentle, Dean, 'member? The other night you." Sam swallows, fucking down
on Dean's fingers that are pulling him apart bone dry and it hurts so much
there are tears in his eyes but fuck if it isn't making his cock leak, making
him painfully hard. "You tore me up real good."
Dean growls for that, his hand slipping from Sam's hip to push between their
bodies, digging their pants down so he can pull his cock out, letting it rub up
against Sam's spine just to feel his skin and he kisses all over Sam's exposed
neck, so turned on by how vulnerable Sam is in these moments, by how thoroughly
he lets Dean in. He pulls Sam up tighter in his lap with the fingers inside of
him, making him cry out with the movement as his cock nestles in between those
cheeks, naked and raw and he licks at Sam's jaw, his groan reverberating off of
Sammy's heated cheek. "Yeah, I did. Fuckin' turned you out. You gonna let me in
tonight, Sammy? Gonna keep me warm again tonight?"
They struggle against each other for a few moments, their bodies curled
together, Dean's strong hips lifting Sam up as he fucks his dick between those
velvet soft cheeks, teasing against Sammy's hole with every upward thrust and
Sam arches and digs down, his pencil abandoned on top of his forgotten homework
and his arms stretch up over his head and grip the back of the chair they're
sitting in, grounding himself so that Dean can grind as deep as he wants. Dean
has three fingers in him now and they're damp somehow, spit easing the way just
enough, Sammy's lithe body lifted up by that single, fingerfucking grip inside
of him. Dean could drag him across the world like that as long as those fingers
kept making sparks fly every other thrust.
"Just real quick, Dean. God, just. Just hurry, okay? Gotta. Gotta do." His
conditions are all just lip service and they both know it, they both know it
turns Dean on to feel like he's using Sammy's tight little body to get off
inside of, that it turns Sam on to feel like a little slut in heat. It makes
them both come blindingly hard and they're fucking primed for it tonight.
"Yeah. Yeah, you got it, Sammy boy. Just hold still for me, just let me in,
okay? Be a good little boy and let me inside." Dean is muttering to him now,
words coming between thick gobs of spit into Dean's wide palm and Sam can hear
the slick fuck of cock through it and then Dean is lining up again, those
fingers in him pulling him wide open, gaping him so that Dean's fat cockhead
just pops right in, no problem, squeezes in right alongside those fingers and
Sam lets out a starved, hurt moan, his body stretched tight as a bow over
Dean's, making him fight his way inside, making him earn it. "Just take a deep
breath and."
Sam screams when Dean shoves up inside of him and Dean's hands both abandon
their posts to grab Sam's hips and keep him still, keep him right where he is.
Sam is practically hyperventilating on top of him, a few stray tears slipping
down his red cheeks and his eyebrows are screwed up in hurt, in concentration.
in fulfillment. Dean's hands start up molesting him then, rubbing deep at his
practically bare balls and his hard little dick, absolutely overheated himself
the second he's root-deep in his baby brother. Dean forces Sam's legs together,
makes him tighter inside and keeps himself buried up in there as he starts to
move beneath him, not thrusting just deep, bone-crushing grinds of cock inside
of young, velvet pinkness, the slow honey of it so delicious that they're both
moaning, loud and unbidden and Sam finally opens his mouth to let the sounds
fill the damp air around them and god does Dean reward him, pushing his shirt
up so he can torture his nipples and scratch at his tummy and jerk his spurting
little cock just as hard as he does his own.
"God, ride it, baby. Yeah, fuck, grind on that cock. fuck, Tha's good boy. Use
that big dick. This how you want it? You gonna come on it?" Sam's like fucking
heaven inside, still opened up from the other night somehow, still open enough
for Dean to ride through no problem and Sam is working him like he's being
paid, holding onto Dean's thighs beneath him, his eyebrows still drawn up like
always as he rubs down against Dean, working fucking magic on his dick and Dean
just moans and takes it, staring down the line of Sam's skinny boy body,
watching his little dick slap against his thighs and his stomach with every
deep, circular motion, leaving slick trails of salt in its wake. "God, you're
so hot, Sammy. That little dick is so sweet. Gonna make me come just watchin'
it bounce around."
"Dean, jesus." Sam's cheeks get even redder and he starts to ride even faster,
nails digging hard into Dean's skin, leaving eight red moons where he holds on,
where he anchors himself as an orgasm rips through him, ravages him and he
shakes apart on top of Dean, his thighs finally falling apart on either side of
his brother's and he comes in the air, creaming his own body and a splash of it
lands on Dean's mouth, on his bottom lip and his tongue is out quick as
lightning, stealing the taste and he crushes Sam down against him, his hands
leaving deep bruises on those hips so he can come as deep as possible inside of
his brother, absolutely silent in orgasm like he usually is, his cock and balls
jerking , convulsing as he fills Sammy up. They clutch at each other now,
Dean's arms so tight around Sam that it's hard for him to breathe but that's
just how Sam likes it; he lives to have Dean this close, in and all around him,
to be absolutely, impossibly full of him, covered in his sweat, his spit, his
kisses and panting breaths and soft sounds of adoration, of amazement.
"You warm now?" Sam's mouth is a ghost of a smirk that turns into a grin when
he hears Dean moan again, when he feels one more pulse of his dick inside of
him.
"Like fucking July, baby." Dean sucks on Sam's shoulder where it connects to
his neck, licking up sweat and he relaxes back finally, sated.
"Good." Sam leans forward again, making Dean shudder for the movement on his
dick as he grabs up his pencil, sweat dripping on his paper as he starts in on
the problem again, laughing when he feels Dean slap his ass, hears his somehow
adoring snort.
"Geek."
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