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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      John_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      John_Winchester, Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Parent/Child_Incest, Anal, Rough_Sex
  Series:
      Part 1 of Nights
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-05-31 Words: 921
****** One More Night ******
by Midnyt_Tyr
Summary
     They fight like they hate each other. They fuck even harder than
     that.
Notes
     Remember, lovelies. No regrets!
     Sam is sixteen-ish.
     Recently beta'd, so hopefully there are no mistakes.
See the end of the work for more notes
Dean had left the house the Winchesters were currently living in to clear his
head after breaking up the blow out his father and little brother just had.
John had gone out for a walk not long before Dean left and Sam, well Sam was
relieving his stress in his own way.
He fisted his rock hard cock faster, squeezing his head on each up stroke. He
moaned loudly and wantonly, knowing that he was completely alone. He had three
fingers stuffed deep inside himself, stretching his greedy hole open, fingering
his sweet spot just enough to keep him on edge. He was so deep in his self
inflicted throes of passion that he didn't hear the boot steps approaching his
bed.
"So hungry for a thick cock in your tight little ass, aren't you, baby boy?
Such a filthy little cock slut." John groaned, unzipping his jeans.
Sam jumped slightly, but didn't cease his actions. Seeing John pull his hard
dick out made him shiver. Withdrawing his fingers, he lifted his legs up,
begging for his daddy to come to him. John spit into his hand and slicked up
his member before crawling onto the bed and rubbing the tip against his baby
boy's hole.
"Scream for me. Scream for Daddy." He thrust inside, relishing in Sam's
screams. He immediately set a brutal pace, fucking into his son. Sam's legs
locked around his father's waist and his back arched. His hand quickened around
his cock, blurring in it's fast motion.
"Daddy!! Fuck me, daddy! Pound into my tight little hole! Ah!!" Sam screamed
out his orgasm, his cum shooting out in violent spurts, coating his hand, his
chest and his father's stomach.
"Such a big load, baby boy. Was all that for Daddy?" John cooed as he thrust in
deeper, hitting Sam's oversensitive prostate. He smiled as Sam's screams died
to whimpers. He moved against his father, trying to coax the man to orgasm.
John growled deeply and gripped Sam's ass roughly, pounding him into the
mattress. He grunted as he emptied his load inside of Sam and rode his boy
until it was over.
Both men panted heavily, John's half hard cock still inside Sam, who weakly
rolled his ass against John. He loved the feel of denim on his sore ass. When
John pulled out with a wet pop and a smack to Sam's rear, he leaned down to
kiss his boy. It was quick, a simple wet kiss.
"So that fight earlier?" He asked.
Sam grinned mischievously. "Yeah. I just wanted you mad. You fuck me so good
when you're pissed."
"I fuck you so good when I'm not." John said. There was a hint of bitterness in
his voice and Sam chuckled.
"True, but when I want it rough, you're best when you're mad. You always make
me feel amazing, Daddy. Promise." Sam pulled John down into a hot kiss, tongue
and teeth clashing. Sam pulled away with a yelp when John bit his lip angrily.
"No more. This stops today." He said simply, moving off the bed. Sam looked up
at him dumbfounded as John zipped himself up. "If you can't learn to respect
me, then you don't get my cock. You shouldn't be getting it anyway."
Sam glared. "Fine."
"Glad you understand." John gave Sam a smug smirk and walked out of the room.
Growling, Sam made his way to the bathroom to clean up. He wants to play this
game, huh? I mean sure, Sam started it when he told John a few days ago that he
was disgusted with him as a father, touching his son like this, but that was
only because he hadn't been in the mood when John initially crawled on top of
him. He had been the one to withhold sex, which led to both men becoming
frustrated, Sam, as always, being the first one to break.
Later, as the family was sitting down going through various networks looking
for their next hunt, John gets a phone call from Bobby. He's going on a hunt
and could use some back up. John decides to send Dean and the older son agrees
to go after countless promises from Dad to not use his time away to slaughter
his baby brother mercilessly. When Dean leaves the next morning, Sam locks eyes
with John, who smirks.
Standing and shedding his button down, he gave Sam an evil grin. The black
undershirt clung to his father's muscles deliciously and his jeans...
Oh God, his body was perfect. Shit.
"We've got a lot to do today, kiddo. First, we've got to go on a supply run.
Ammo's runnin' low. Next, training. I found a great place to spar without
outside interference. It'll double as our shooting range too. Tonight..."
Sam gulped. He hated his father's smirk. It's too damn sexy.
"I'm gonna hit the local bar and shoot some pool. Get us some extra money. I
guess you can stay here and study. Let's move."
Sam sighed heavily. John was gonna seduce the actual fuck out of Sam until he
begged for his thick cock. Sam wasn't going to fall for it... He hoped.
John, however, was just counting down the time until his baby boy climbed into
his bed. He planned on teasing him during the sparring session and more so
after they showered. He was going to make Sam beg for one more night underneath
his Daddy. Sam was going to regret being such a bitch to him, he swore it.
End Notes
     I typed this up on my break at work.
     Does that make me a bad person? Do I care? Lol!
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