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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Dean_and_Pie, pie_kink, Food_Porn, Kinky_blowjobs, Sam_just_made_a_grave
      mistake, Kinda_bratty_Sam, Pervert_Dean, Love_Confessions
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-02-05 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 7219
****** Lust Comes In Different Flavors ******
by ShadowBiscuit
Summary
     Dean's a free spirit, a sort of do it all, experimentalist type,
     especially when it comes to sex. So, really, it was just a matter of
     time before he put two and two together and decided to indulge in his
     favorite dessert, in the oh so sweetest way possible.
     Sam eating the pie he used for his hot pie-fucking session was not
     part of the plan...
***** Chapter 1 *****
 
Apple. Or cherry. Peach or cranberry. It didn’t really matter, though, because
he loved each and every one of them, as long as the fruit’s name was followed
by those three letters that formed one wonderful word. Pie. Yes, Dean loved
pie. It started out as a simple tradition, asking for pie whenever they stopped
at diners. It was sort of a comfort food back then, and as time went by, it
grew into something more. Delicious no matter the flavor—well, no, the flavor
was a crucial part of the pie, but he never ate one of those pies made by
twisted people who’d fill it with sweet tomatoes or beans—they were always
there for him. Through good and bad, he could always count on pies. Pies never
lied to him, never betrayed or hurt him. They reminded him of the good in this
world, of something sweet in this parade of sick and evil, brought him back to
the better times when he was just a kid and didn’t yet have the fate of the
people he was trying to save weighting on his shoulders.
He turned to pie after a hunt, to either reward or comfort himself depending on
how it turned out. After a hard day, he ate pie. When he wanted to forget about
the monsters that stopped at nothing in order to make his life miserable, he
ate pie. To relax, or when he wasn’t hungry but was in an “I could eat
something” mood, he could always count on some pie to quench his desires. They
didn’t have pie with them all the time, unfortunately, because when you keep
travelling from state to state with your driven father and your little brother
who thinks he can get whatever he wants by pouting and rebelling like the whiny
teenager he was, stopping for pie wasn’t exactly on the list. He did go out
shopping when they stayed in motels, though he couldn’t frequently do so
either, because money didn’t grow on trees, and Sam was like a goddamn vacuum
inside a black hole. It was a miracle the kid wasn’t rolling instead of walking
yet, with the amount of food he was consuming, and still stayed skinny like
someone who barely ate a morsel a day.
Anyway, Dean and pie were a pair, no matter what anyone said. And today he was
prepared to take his relationship with the sweet treat one step further.
He bought an apple pie for this. John was out on a hunt and Sam was in school.
He was supposed to be at work, but ditched the last two hours of it to come
back to the motel and do some…experimenting. The idea hit him during lunch
break, when some of the guys he was currently hanging out with shared a story
about some dude being so desperate to get laid he heated up a melon after
carving a hole in it, and then stuck his dick in there. Dean found it
ridiculous and absolutely pathetic—if you can’t get laid, then you’re either
ugly and don’t deserve it, or not trying hard enough.
But it also made him think. How would something like that feel like? Probably
not as good as being inside a girl, but hey, if you were to cut a hole just the
right size, small enough to feel nice and tight, then it might actually not be
that bad. He was curious, and then before he knew it, he was sneaking out of
the garage he was working at and buying an apple pie from the nearby store.
He’s always been a sucker for trying out new and daring things.
Once back in the motel, he hesitated only a few minutes, thinking over what he
was about to do, but since nobody was here aside from him and his beloved pie,
it didn’t take long before he was cutting a nice, generous slice of the gooey
dessert and placing it on a plate, before putting it into the microwave and
heating it up until it was just lukewarm. True, a twenty years old hunter
shouldn’t be spending his time making food porn into reality, but he was an
experimentalist.
He left the rest of the pie on the counter as he took out the plate and put it
on the table. Poking it, Dean couldn’t help but smirk. It was perfectly warm
and gooey on the inside, not too much so it would burn his dick, but just the
right amount of heat to light up his body. Just looking at the pie, he was
beginning to feel hungry, but he couldn’t. This slice was not for eating, and
anyway, he had the rest of the pie which he could eat later.
Licking his lips in anticipation, he pressed a finger against the side of the
pie and into the filling, pushing and wriggling the digit until he created a
little cave that would obviously be too small for him, but that wasn’t why he
made it in the first place. He just needed a bit of an opening which he could
later on widen. Just like sex, he noted with a chuckle as he sucked his finger
clean, then pulled out a chair and knelt on it. This way, he could easily line
his cock up with the entrance he created, and Dean fumbled with his pants,
maybe just a little bit too eager to do this.
When his pants and underwear were resting around his mid-thighs, he pulled the
plate closer, until it was on the edge of the table, before closing his eyes
and beginning to stroke himself. He needed to be at least half-hard for this,
so he thought of all the things that turned him on, of chicks with big breasts
and nice ass, of his favorite porn videos with all his favorite positions, of
his sexual fantasies he’s had about one of his teacher while he was in high
school, about some of the waitresses that served them, of his little brother on
his hands and knees and begging and opening himself for Dean. Yeah, okay, so
maybe that last one was a bit fucked up. And by that he meant really, very
fucked up. But he couldn’t help it. He wasn’t gay or anything, didn’t even
think he was bisexual because he’s never found another guy attractive , but Sam
was an exception. The worst kind of exception, too, the kind he really
shouldn’t be thinking in the ways he was, since they were brothers. And Dean
felt guilty about his thoughts and urges for around two years, then stopped,
because feeling sorry for and hating himself wouldn’t change the fact that he
totally wanted to fuck his baby brother until the kid was screaming his name.
He sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth, squeezing his hard cock.
Thinking about Sam worked like magic, and now he was completely hard, ready for
action. So without wasting any more time, not wanting the pie to get cold, Dean
guided the head of his cock to the hole he made and slowly, gingerly, pushed
in.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, a shiver immediately running down his spine and firing
up his nerves. The warm filling was slick around his erection, clinging and
sticking to his smooth skin as he went deeper, the crusty top cracking and
gradually splitting in two like solid ground shaken by a massive earthquake.
Pieces of apple brushed against his flesh, sort of tickling him, the feeling
very similar to the slight graze of teeth, and they were assaulting his cock
from all directions, sending fiery chills across his whole body. Upon reaching
the other side of the pie, and as the head of his cock forced its way out of
the sweet syrupy embrace, he noticed a piece of apple riding his length and a
glob of gluey filling glistening on his slit, so he reached out and gathered it
up with his finger, not even hesitating as he licked it off, moaning at the
taste. The air felt strangely cold around his cock that was sticking out of the
pie, the sudden lack of warmth and the way the filling began slowly cooling on
his skin making him want to get in the pie right away, and so he did just that.
Holding onto the slice so it wouldn’t fall apart as he withdrew before
thrusting back in, he slid his pulsing dick in and out of the pie with greater
and greater speed. He watched, maybe somewhat mesmerized, as a part of his cock
appeared and disappeared in the dessert, as if it couldn’t make up its mind if
it wanted to leave or remain in the hot cave. The thought made him laugh, but
the grin on his lips quickly vanished, his mouth hanging slightly open and
letting groan after groan spill through parted lips and fill the motel room as
he fucked the pie, sometimes needing to readjust his grip so as to the pie
wouldn’t crumble and fall apart from the relentless thrusts.
The hole he’s made was gaping open now, sloppy, crumbs and filling sticking to
his skin and littering the plate as he kept up his brutal pace, the squelching
and nasty sounds only riling him up, fingers twitching and trying not to dig
too deep into the slice as he fucked it roughly. His balls kept smacking into
the wooden edge of the table, which wasn’t that pleasant, and many times, he’s
almost lost his balance on the chair and would’ve toppled over with it, but
still had enough control over himself to calm down and go back to a safer pace,
which didn’t mean he was slow. No, he was anything but that, not letting the
pie rest one moment as he coated his cock with its insides, sometimes angling
his thrusts just right, so certain sharper apple pieces would drag along his
skin and shoot bolts of pleasure through him.
Imagining that this was Sammy only made it better, dirtier. He was sure that
his brother would be just as warm as this slice of pie, even warmer, and
tighter. He’d cling to Dean’s cock like the filling clung to his flesh now, his
hole would clench and pulse around him, holding on as if for dear life, would
surely feel so amazing, better than this, better than anything he has ever
felt. Groaning loudly, he bit his lip before letting go completely, and moaned
his brother’s name, repeating it between drawn-out curses and sounds of ardent
pleasure, until minutes passed, until he couldn’t take it anymore.
He looked down just in time to watch himself come, but he only caught the first
few moment, his eyes shutting by their own accord from the intensity of the
orgasm that pounced on him and left his hips stuttering, muscles convulsing,
and legs trembling ever so slightly. When it was over, and when the last
remains of the afterglow have dispersed, Dean leaned his hands on the table and
panted heavily, climbing off the chair and standing, then flopped into the
chair and just sat instead. Studying the mostly destroyed pie, he noticed how
most of it was just a mush now, as if someone had dropped it a good amount of
times on the floor, but decided to scoop it up and put it on a plate anyway.
The crust was broken in several places, had fallen off in others, and had dents
in it where Dean’s fingers were gripping it. The filling was also a mess, more
of it scattered around the pie rather than sitting inside it, and the hole he’s
made was barely even recognizable now, with the crust over it split and giving
the pie a sweet canyon look.
And his come was right there, in the middle of the pie and on the plate, thick
white ribbons of it resembling icing.
He let out a breathy laugh at that. What a work of art. Leaning back in the
chair, his eyes wandered from the pie to his cock resting against his thigh,
sticky and gooey from the filling. Not really one to resist such a temptation,
Dean trailed a finger along the skin and licked off the apple sauce, then took
a hold of his softening cock and gathered the rest of the sweetness with his
fingers before cleaning them with his tongue. This was better than expected. It
actually felt good, and not even nearly as disturbing as he thought. Maybe be
was kinkier than he imagined…or fucking a pie was genuinely just amazing.
Either way, he’s made a mess, and it was time to clean it up, since no matter
how delicious pie and pie sex apparently were, it still meant that now he was
sticky all over, which wasn’t the best sensation in the world. So, after
stretching in the chair, he stood up and shuffled over to the bathroom, locking
the door behind himself. While getting rid of his clothes, Dean wondered what
he should do with the pie. It was now inedible, but he didn’t have the heart to
just throw it in the garbage. But what else was he supposed to do? Sell it to a
museum as a work of art? No, it was a damn shame, but he’d have to just scoop
the whole thing into the dumpster outside of the motel, since putting it into
the bin here would just stink up the place. And anyway, he had the rest of the
pie left, so it wasn’t like he was wasting the whole thing. Plus hey—that
particular slice didn’t really go to waste, did it?
Initially planning on taking a quick shower before cleaning up after himself,
Dean found the warm water cascading down his back too soothing to move, and so
he ended up standing in there for more than ten minutes, lost in the steam and
heat on his skin. He did snap out of it after a while, because standing under
the comfort of the water wasn’t how he was supposed to be spending his day, and
no matter how good it felt, Dean was a man of self-control. And because the hot
water ran out. So he stepped out of the shower and ruffled his hair with a
towel until it seemed dry enough, before drying his body and wrapping said
towel around his hips, then walking out into the much cooler air of the room
and over to the table to get rid of any evidence of his dirty little pleasure.
Except, he wasn’t alone anymore.
 
***** Chapter 2 *****
 
Dean managed to take three steps forward before he came to a halt, feeling as
if he just got stunned by a taser strong enough to knock a grizzly bear out.
There, at the table, sat his little brother who seemed to be in the middle of
wolfing down a piece of pie. The rest of the pie bought was there on the table
as well, already missing almost half of it, and Dean emerged from the bathroom
just in time to witness Sam finish massacring the pie he was currently eating,
before taking another slice and sticking his fork into it with a vengeance.
He must have stood there, frozen, for longer than he realized, because suddenly
Sam looked up from destroying the pie on his plate, and raised an eyebrow at
him. “Are you just going to stand there forever, watching me eat, or you going
to put on some clothes and join me?”
Sam’s voice bringing him back to the here and now, Dean blinked and frowned,
attempting to appear like he was a functioning human being with nothing to
hide, and sort of speed-walked over to his duffel to pull out some clothes and
throw them on. Okay, this wasn’t good. For many reasons, but the most worrying
was the fact that he couldn’t see the pie he used as a fuck toy on the table.
It simply vanished, and judging by the speed his brother was gobbling down the
food before him, Dean had a pretty good guess where it might have disappeared
to. He just really hoped that this time, he’d be wrong.
“What are you doing? Shouldn’t you be in school?” he asked somewhat
reproachfully, hiding his growing nervousness behind a disapproving look as he
walked back to the table and sat down opposite to his brother.
Sam snorted, impaling a piece of apple on his fork before popping it into his
mouth. “Really? Have you been in the bathroom for that long? It’s already three
twenty, school ended like half an hour ago. I told you I was back when I came
in, but I guess you were too busy drowning in the shower to hear me.”
He started to say something, but then glanced at the clock and shut his mouth.
True, it really was already around time when Sam usually came back. Why didn’t
he realize sooner? Oh right. Because he was too busy fucking a pie.
Sighing inwardly, Dean tried not to show his discomfort, or sound too
suspicious as he leaned on his elbows and nodded to the remaining pie in the
box. “You planning on eating the whole thing, Kirby?”
“Lunch was a pile of horse crap today,” his brother stated with a shrug, as if
that was all the answer Dean needed.
He watched the other for another moment, while the kid poked holes into the
crust, before deciding to just get this over with and ask. “There was a slice
here, on the table. Did you eat that one as well?”
His brother gave him a look. “You mean the one that looked like it’s been
trampled over by elephants?” Dean waited impatiently as the other paused, as if
considering the words. “Aside from its appearance, it didn’t seem like there
was anything wrong with it. Plus I was really hungry and it was right there in
the open.”
“So you ate it?”
“Yes, Dean, I ate your pie,” Sam stated in annoyance, gesturing with his hands.
“No need to look at me as if I’ve just drowned a sack of puppies. And anyway,
I’ve left you some, haven’t I? I’m sure you won’t miss that particular piece,
along with the rest I’ve eaten. There’s still half of the stuff left for you,
so no need to sulk.”
Dean tried hard not to let his emotions show on his face, which was more
difficult than he thought, but still not as bad as trying to hide his grin.
“Oh, I’m not sulking,” he told the other, drawing out the words as he
contemplated on what he should say next. On one hand, he could forget all about
what he knew, pretend it didn’t happen, and just move on with his life. Save
his brother from the absolute humiliation of revealing that he ate Dean’s come.
On the other hand, though, he could watch Sam’s surprised expression bloom on
the kid’s face like a flower, could relish in the other’s mortification and
laugh at him. Only drawback would be that in the process, he’d have to admit to
have stuck his dick in a pie, which had its own problems, but he was pretty
sure that experimenting with food sex paled in comparison to accidental come
eating. At least he hoped so.
Maybe keeping his mouth shut would be the best course of action; but then
again, Dean was never one to make good decisions, or hold back when it came to
teasing his sweet little brother.
“You know, it’s just a shame,” he remarked as casually as he could, his lazy
smirk turning lopsided when Sam stopped nibbling on the dessert fork in his
mouth long enough to give Dean his attention. “The one I left out here was a
unique piece.”
Furrowing his brow, clearly not liking the way Dean was smiling at him, his
brother absently tapped the points of the fork against his bottom lip with a
quizzical look. “Unique? In what way? Was it a relic from the Second World War?
‘Cause it sure as hell looked like it.”
Dean shook his head. “Nope. It had a special ingredient in it.”
“Okay, well, I won’t be getting any smarter unless you tell me. Or do you want
me to guess?” Sam asked impatiently, though he still didn’t seem too agitated,
but that was about to change.
“Didn’t you notice anything odd about it?” He tilted his head questioningly
with the grin stuck to his face, to what his brother rolled his eyes.
“No, I did not,” he responded immediately, but the annoyed look he was giving
to Dean wavered for a moment, and there was a momentary shift in his expression
before he glanced down at the now empty plate. “I mean, I guess it was pretty
good? The apples were sweeter and the crust was a bit saltier, I think.” He
then gave the other a rather wary look. “Did you do something with it?”
He felt the nervous, but excited pull in his stomach as he rested his chin in
his hand, leaning slightly forward and shrugging. “Yeah, but nothing much,” he
said nonchalantly, then after an appropriately dramatic pause, he added, “Just
fucked it and came in it.”
For a long moment, Sam just stared at him like he wasn’t sure he heard Dean
correctly, then his face twisted into a mix of incredulity, disgust, and
denial. He laughed, though it sounded rather forced, and wore a perplexed frown
along with a twitchy, skeptical smile as he said, “Yeah, right.” When Dean just
raised an eyebrow and kept smirking at him, Sam’s frown deepened and he tensed.
“You’re…no. You’re joking, right?”
“No. And I can tell you, it felt really fucking good, sliding my cock into the
pie. Into the pie you ate,” he informed the other with a wink for emphasis,
barely able to contain his own laugh as his brother sat there, frozen in his
chair, before jumping to his feet so fast he nearly knocked the chair over.
“What?!” Sam squeaked, looking appalled and horrified, and like he really
would’ve loved to run for the bathroom and empty his stomach. A whole sea of
emotions washed over the kid’s face—bafflement, shock, doubt and realization,
embarrassment and revulsion, even a flash of anger. And meanwhile, Dean just
kept smirking and enjoying the show. “What the hell, Dean? You can’t be
serious, you… That’s sick! You’re sick!” he accused the other, pointing a
finger at him and taking a step back, and Dean might’ve been hurt by that, felt
guilt, but he was too busy enjoying his brother’s suffering to care right now.
“Yeah, I might be sick,” he admitted without a problem, slowly leaning back in
his chair while training his playful eyes on the other. “But you were the one
who just loved the taste.”
Sam’s previously pale face suddenly gained a faint red color as he opened his
mouth to say something, but was apparently too scandalized to form words. So
instead, he just made some exasperated hand motions and sounds, trying to
convey the amount of outrage he was probably feeling right now, then when he
finally found his voice, he shook his head and gave Dean his best glare. “I
didn’t fucking love shit! That’s disgusting! And you left it out here, let me
eat it! How was I supposed to know, to…to know that you were that big of a
pervert that you’d stick your dick in a piece of pie? In food?”
“Oh well, you know me. I like trying out new things, especially if they involve
sex,” he answered truthfully, his teasing tone matching his expression. “And
come on, you did love it. That delicious salty-sweet taste that made the pie
taste to much better. There’s no shame in it, Sammy.” He grinned wide enough to
expose his white teeth, along which he ran his tongue temptingly. “Everyone’s
got their own guilty pleasures.”
“But I didn’t like it!” his brother all but shrieked, throwing his hands up in
aggravation and turning an even darker shade of red. “I couldn’t even taste it
properly, I mean it was in the pie, s-so I couldn’t…!” He scowled frustratedly,
lips twisted into something that resembled a snarl but looked more desperate
than that, and the more time passed, the more he reminded Dean of an annoyed
little puppy stuck in the rain and trying to come back into the house.
That made him wonder what Sam really could be thinking, because he seemed to be
trying too hard in Dean’s opinion. And he was also blushing way too much for
someone who should be feeling nauseous by now. “Is that so? Well…” He trailed
off, considering this. Should he do it? It could end either really badly, or
not. He could either freak Sam out, maybe even make the kid despise him, or he
could make his dreams come true.
Screw it; he could always just say that he was joking.
“I could give you a free taste of the real thing,” he purred, sliding down a
hand to his pants and popping the button open, eyes flicking over his brother’s
body before settling on his face. “Straight from the tap.”
He watched Sam expectantly, waiting without saying another word, keeping his
penetrating eyes on the other until his prey began fidgeting. “Wow, Dean, you
really are sick,” his brother sneered, followed by weak scoff, and backed
further away from the table, but just as Dean thought, his repulsed façade was
cracking. Sam’s scowl was etched into his face now, as if he was concentrating
on something, or confused, his posture was more defensive than hostile, and he
kept glancing between Dean’s face and where his hand was under the table.
Just a few more pushes, and then maybe, this might prove to be incredibly fun.
“I am,” he drawled, fumbling with his pants until he had the zipper down and
the dark blue denim pulled a bit down, but not his underwear. Not yet. “So very
sick I wouldn’t mind letting you have a generous amount of my load, warm and
delicious in your mouth, Sammy. I think you’d really enjoy it, love swallowing
it all down.”
Sam’s reaction was priceless. He was wide-eyed, the blush reaching his neck and
ears too, and his hands at his sides were making some sort of grabbing motion.
Chewing on his bottom lip, his brother either forgot to, or simply couldn’t
look away from Dean’s crotch anymore, his breathing picking up judging by the
way his chest was slightly heaving, and when he spoke, his voice was small and
lacking intensity. “Shut up, Dean. If you’re that horny, go and find someone
else who’d be willing to touch you,” he spat derisively, licking his lips
despite himself and averting his eyes for a second, and Dean knew the fish has
been hooked.
He hummed, as if deep in thought, then flashed a broad smile at the other.
“Don’t feel like it,” he stated plainly, before freeing his cock from his
underwear which he tucked under his balls, then began stroking himself
shamelessly, spreading his legs and emitting a satisfied little groan. “Why
don’t you come closer? Get a better look at what you could have in your mouth?
I’m sure you’re still hungry, but…don’t worry. You’re gonna be nice and full
with my come in your tummy.”
The look of utter bafflement and exasperation on Sam’s face made him chuckle, a
dirty and deep sound that had his brother staring even more. Though now it was
more like leering, really. “No,” he refused after a while, eyeing the front
door. Thinking of escaping. Dean couldn’t have that.
“Sam, come here,” he ordered in a no-nonsense tone, and something in his voice
stopped his brother from backing away any further.
“N-No…” He gulped, conspicuously nervous and reluctant.
“Sam,” he repeated, lowering his voice into a growl as he could feel himself
harden, feel the lust coursing through his veins and darkening his lecherous
eyes. “Come. Here.”
His brother looked like he was about to cry, or jump out the window in order to
escape. Or both. He hesitated, tugging at the hem of his shirt with downcast
eyes, then slowly gazed at Dean and shuffled a little closer, each step seeming
like it took him extra effort and willpower to take. “Dean—”
“Under the table,” he cut the other off to bark the command, Sam’s eyes
widening and gleaming with fright and some excitement. Sluggishly, and without
looking at Dean, he knelt down and crawled under the table, only acceding to
moving closer when the other made come hither motions with his finger. “There.
That’s a good boy,” Dean praised his brother, who was kneeling under the table
and right in front of his spread legs, still refusing to look at him or at the
noisy drag and twist of Dean’s hand on his cock. Sam’s face was red as a fire
truck now, and even a blind man could’ve seen how turned on he was, no matter
how much he tried to conceal it behind the persistent frown on his face.
He couldn’t wait, would have never imagined to have his brother before him like
this, pouty but obedient, and not at all appalled anymore. And he’d be damned
if he didn’t take advantage of the situation.
Reaching out, he pulled the box of pie closer, not all that happy about having
to ruin some more of the amazing treat, but he knew it’d be worth it. So he
dipped his fingers into the filling until he had a large portion on them,
before scooping them out and spreading it out on his cock, coating it once
again with the sticky sweetness. Ever so curious, Sam glanced up to see what
was happening, and could barely contain his gasp when he saw the filling-
covered cock, his comical expression making Dean laugh.
“Here, sweetie.” He extended his hand with his palm up, then wiggled his
fingers. “Lick it clean.”
Sam blinked at the fingers, before glaring at him. “Dean, I’m not a dog,” he
grumbled.
“No, you’re not. You’re a puppy,” he corrected, snorting when his brother gave
him a more embarrassed version of his bitchface. He then cupped the other’s
chin and tapped a finger against his lips. “Now, clean these. And don’t make me
repeat myself, Sam.”
His brother looked like he wanted to protest, maybe even bite his fingers
before flipping him off and running away, but instead just glowered sullenly
and pushed his tongue past his lips, then licked the top of Dean’s ring finger.
Doing something close to a huff, he opened his mouth and nibbled on the digits,
before taking them inside and sucking them clean. A high voltage bolt of
electric pleasure spread through his chest, like a sheet of ice crackling in
hundreds of intricate little ways, when he felt Sam’s wet tongue wrap and
slide, swirl around and between his fingers, making him push them further in
and drawing a small gag from his brother. Easing back, Sam grabbed Dean’s
wrist, holding it in place as he lapped at the hand, cleaning the fingers and
palm of the luscious filling, then let go and pulled away completely, before
flashing the other a somewhat annoyed, but also quite eager look.
After wiping his spit-slick hand on his jeans, Dean ruffled the boy’s hair.
“Good job. But you’re not done yet,” he informed the other with a suggestive
smirk, before raising his hips and sliding a bit lower in his chair, legs
spreading further apart as he took a hold of the base of his cock and wagged
the rock-hard, thick and sweet flesh in front of Sam.
“That’s…” his brother began, averting his eyes when he couldn’t take the sight
of the other’s cock before him anymore, and swallowed audibly, tongue snaking
out to wet his probably dry lips. “That’s too much. You… You’re taking this too
far, Dean.”
“I don’t think so. And you clearly want this, too,” he asserted, massaging the
base of his erection as he watched Sam intently. “You know you do. We both do.
So come on, Sammy, eat up. Before it gets cold.”
“This is so wrong,” Sam muttered and pursed his lips, very slowly placing his
hands on the other’s knees and crawling closer, aforementioned hands trailing
up to Dean’s thighs as he glared weakly up at him. “I’m not gay.”
Dean raised his eyebrows at the sudden statement, then let out a small chuckle.
“Yeah, well guess what—me neither. But we’re still doing this. So that would at
least make us gay for each other,” he remarked straightforwardly, his smirk
teasing and confident, but his heart thumping like a battering ram against his
chest as he hoped, waited. Prayed for Sam to agree and turn this ugly,
unrequited thing inside him into something they could share.
His little brother didn’t seem to like the idea, as he was scowling even harder
now, but then after a long moment has passed, his features softened, and he
sighed, the exhaled air skating over Dean’s dick making him shiver. “I…I guess,
yeah.” Sam bit his bottom lip, his fingertips digging into the other’s thighs
as he carefully leaned forward, blown eyes blinking up at Dean. “Do you really
want me to…?”
“You jokin’? Hell yeah,” he blurted, his patience running out as he looked from
his brother to his cock, then back at Sam again. “And if you don’t do it now,
I’m going to hold you down and shove it down your throat until you’re choking.”
Okay, maybe he shouldn’t have said that, but damn it, he was horny as fuck and
Sammy’s mouth was so close, so very close.
However that didn’t seem to scare his brother away, thank god. Instead, Sam
made some sort of whimpering sound and nodded, pressing his lips together as he
regarded the other’s cock, before looking back at Dean. “Alright,” he said
almost bashfully, then only hesitated a few seconds before tilting his head and
running the flat of his tongue up the side of the other’s thick length.
“Sam,” he hissed, the hand that was gripping his cock flying to his brother’s
hair and grabbing a fistful of it, keeping it in place and not letting go, not
even when Sam shot him an annoyed look. He watched, with lustful eyes, as his
cock twitched in appreciation of the warm tongue sliding alongside it,
showering it with kitten licks and running the tip of his tongue along the
underside before poking the slit and suckling on the base, all of that only
sending more blood to his dick and making the veins bulge under the smooth,
burning skin. Grasping the chair with his free hand, Dean groaned and forced
his hips to stay still, even though all he wanted was to buck and guide Sam’s
mouth to his cock so he could fuck it, but not yet. Sammy was just getting to
know the pulsing flesh, after all, and there was no need to rush things.
It took a while, but after a minute or two, his brother managed to clean his
cock and was licking his lips while gazing up at Dean with those desirous,
dilated eyes, all rebellion finally gone from him. Petting his baby’s hair, he
gave him a meaningful look, which was all it took, and in the next moment Sam
was leaning in and nibbling on the head of his cock. He hummed in pleasure,
knuckles whitening as he gripped the chair harder and fought the urge to move.
His little brother was so beautiful like this, pretty pink lips wrapped around
Dean’s cock as he took more of the throbbing flesh in his mouth, neck and jaws
straining as he bobbed his head, beginning to suck the other off. One of Sam’s
hands have found his cock and stroked the length that he couldn’t reach with
his lips, squeezing and fondling Dean’s erection while sucking and swallowing
rather loudly. Cheeks hollowed and eyes closed, eyelashes fanning out over
flushed cheeks, his breath coming in quick succession through his nose, Sammy
seemed to be focusing completely on the task at hand, and Dean could feel it.
He couldn’t keep his voice in, cursed and encouraged his brother between low
groans and sharp moans as his cock felt like it was going to get sucked out
into the next dimension or something, Sam was sucking so eagerly. It was a
miracle his cock didn’t stay in the kid’s mouth.
The room was filled with the lewd sounds of Dean’s groans, his brother’s
muffled moans and hums—which vibrated around his dick and bathed him in pure
ecstasy—along with the loud, obscene sucking and slurping sounds that seemed to
drive Sam on, and make Dean crazy with need. It was when the other attempted to
deepthroat him, gradually taking him deeper and deeper, until the head of his
cock bumped into the back of Sam’s throat, resulting in the kid tensing and
choking, tiny gagging sounds leaving him, that Dean’s self-control that was
already stretched thin snapped, and he tightened his hold on his brother’s hair
before snapping his hips forward, burying himself balls deep in the kid’s
throat and groaning in delight. Sam, on the other hand, was convulsing and
tearing up, muscles contracting around Dean’s cock, his panicked gags muffled
by the flesh stuffing his mouth full, and whenever he tried to pull back, he
only ended up whining when he found he couldn’t, the hand in his hair too firm.
Not actually wanting his brother to choke on his dick—no matter how fucking hot
that sounded and turned him on even more—or worse, Dean did let up on his hold
when it seemed like Sam was going to pass out, and chuckled in amusement as the
kid pulled back and gasped for air, before fixing him with a death glare.
“Do that again, and you can forget about having my lips on your cock ever
again,” he warned, wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist and giving Dean
a sour, highly disapproving look, to which the other merely grinned
disarmingly.
“Sure, sure,” he purred suavely, not at all feeling intimidated by Sam’s
threat. “Now how about you get back to work? I don’t feel the love.”
Sam groaned with a dramatic roll of his eyes, mumbling, “I hope your dick falls
off,” before giving the other’s cock a lick, then taking it in his mouth and
going back to work.
With all the sucking and tongue teasing Dean’s searing flesh, along with some
occasional teeth grazing and wanton, muffled mewling, he couldn’t take it for
much longer. He tried not to fuck his brother’s face again, however still
rolled his hips now and again, coaxing Sam to take him deeper, which he tried
as much as he could, but since the poor kid has never done this before, he
ended up chocking nearly all the time. At one point, though, he managed to
slowly and meticulously ease Dean’s sizeable cock down his throat until his
chin was pressing against the other’s balls, and when he swallowed like that,
the sensation sent such an intense, white-hot and rapturous pleasure rushing
through Dean’s body, punching the air out of him in a moan and setting his
nerves on a roaring fire, that he came right then. His hips jerking, he threw
his head back and growled out his brother’s name, that one word dripping with
an insane amount of want and lust and enthralled adoration, his orgasm slamming
through him like a wrecking ball as he came hard, filling his baby brother’s
mouth with his hot come.
Panting, he cracked his eyes open and looked down at Sam, who was in the middle
of drinking his come, swallowing hungrily and getting to every bit of the
fluid, even cleaning Dean’s cock before pulling back and gathering the come
that had trickled down his chin, licking it off his fingers while blinking up
at the other like some innocent fucking angel.
“That,” Dean said, or more like breathed heavily, “was the best head I’ve ever
got.”
Sam licked his lips, looking a bit sheepish and nervous before letting a cheeky
smirk cross his face. “Well of course. Just goes to show how much you can’t
resist me,” he claimed smugly, snickering, but then was gasping when he got
swiftly grabbed and pulled up into Dean’s lap. “Hey!”
“What? You said it yourself.” He winked. “I can’t resist you,” Dean purred,
before moving a hand to the nape of the other’s neck and drawing him into a
kiss. Whatever protests Sam had, they died down as soon as their lips met, the
kid slowly relaxing and melting into the other and wrapping his arms around his
neck, kissing back. Dean could taste his come on his brother’s tongue, and
while that was a bit weird, he didn’t particularly mind, because he was kissing
Sam. Finally, after all this time, these years, he was kissing the one he
loved, and even getting kissed back by him. It filled him with such joy he
couldn’t help but smile into the passionate kiss and hug his brother, hold him
as close as possible without actually squeezing the air out of his lungs.
When they parted for air, Sam surprised him by resting his forehead against
his, and by smiling back at him. “So…how long have you been wanting to do
this?” he asked quietly, watching Dean curiously, searchingly. “With me.”
He furrowed his brow for a moment, but then gave in after a small sigh and
pressed a light kiss on the other’s cheek. “Long time. Did you know?”
“No,” he answered, and then added, “only realized now.”
Dean nodded once. Then asked, “What about you?”
His brother hesitated for so long that he thought he wouldn’t get an answer, so
he was about to move on and change the subject when Sam leaned forward and
buried his face in the crook of the other’s neck. “Long time,” he murmured, and
Dean smiled.
“Wanna rest a bit? I bet you must be full now,” he whispered in Sam’s ear after
several silent seconds trickled by with just the two of them holding onto each
other.
“Mhm, sure,” Sam mumbled into the other’s skin, before biting it and pulling
back to grin at Dean when he hissed. “And another jerky remark from you, I’ll
bite you somewhere else.”
“Nah, you won’t.” He returned his brother’s cocky grin. “You wouldn’t want to
harm the merchandise.”
Sam raised an eyebrow, then emitted a sweet laugh. “Idiot.”
“Come-slut,” Dean retorted, pleased when his little brother flushed a bright
red, and then quickly planted a kiss on the kid’s lips as a peace offering of
sorts.
“Jerk,” Sam murmured against his lips, pouty but contented.
And Dean smiled, happier than ever. “Bitch.”
 
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